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The office was locked from the inside. Duan Baiting took off his watch with one hand and placed it on the table beside him. He took off the cufflinks of his shirt and rolled up his cuffs.

Men have bigger skeletons than women, and the lines of their arm muscles are more symmetrical and firm, making them look particularly powerful.

He walked to the sink and washed his hands carefully.

Song Wanyue heard the sound of flowing water, but had no intention of looking back. Her mind was full of thoughts about how to read such content.

She did not write her self-criticism seriously enough, and the two pages were full of flattery for Duan Baiting.

Duan Baiting even untied his tie.

The metacarpal bones were slightly stretched out, the palm was very large, and the slender jade-like fingers gently pulled the tie out of the shirt collar.

Whatever he did, he did it with an easy grace.

Including him untying his tie with his left hand, dragging out the chair with his left hand, and keeping his right hand clean throughout the process.

There were even water stains on it that had not been completely wiped off, slowly sliding down along the bulges of the veins.

Finally it fell onto the light gray wool carpet under its feet.

"Come here." He patted his legs, which were slightly apart because of his relaxed sitting posture.

He has long legs, is 1.88 meters tall, and has an excellent head-to-body ratio that is not inferior to that of a supermodel.

Especially when in a crowd, it is more eye-catching. From a distance, he was the only person visible in the vast crowd.

Song Wanyue naturally would not miss any opportunity to have close contact with him. She walked over to him without any precautions, turned her back to him, and sat on his lap.

The dress she wore today had a herringbone sling. I was originally wearing a cardigan on the outside, but I took it off because I felt stuffy when I was halfway through writing my self-review.

She glanced to the side, and she didn't know whether the black suit was intentional or unintentional.

At this time, it was pressed on her white knitted cardigan.

Steady and abstinent on the one hand, and gentle and graceful on the other, two completely different styles stacked together.

In addition to the unexpected harmony, there is also a kind of peachy charm that makes people imagine.

The skirt of the dress is very soft and the lining inside is silk, which is soft and skin-friendly.

It feels like a very thin layer on the hand.

Song Wanyue didn't notice anything wrong at first. She picked up the pot of tea he had brewed and poured a cup.

He directly used the cup he had just used, drank a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and then read it out seriously.

"I sincerely apologize on March 4 for my mean behavior of taking advantage of others. I won't dare to do it again. I won't trick Duan Baiting into doing my work for me when he's drunk and unconscious. It's a waste of talent. I should have done something else with such a good opportunity, such as..."

"Take advantage of him, observe his body structure carefully, carefully identify the lines of every muscle in his body, and measure his endurance through manual practice..."

I originally wrote these to tease him. Duan Baiting is a serious old-fashioned person who can't stand being teased.

There is not much interest in that innocent boy who blushes when flirted with.

He is innocent and knows nothing, so it is all up to you to guide and teach him.

It is still this kind of abstinent and cold, but mature man who has seen a lot of things that is interesting.

It is obvious that he can understand every word you say, and can clearly see which of your words are true and which are false.

In his eyes, you are that piece of pure white paper, a well whose bottom can be seen at a glance.

But he is willing to play this boring and childish game with you.

And even after seeing through everything, my heart will still beat faster because of your childish tricks.

There was nothing unusual on his face.

No one can resist this extreme contrast of being willing to sink into clarity and rationality.

But if she were to read it out loud, not only would she not be able to seduce him, she would be the first one to suffer social demise.

Song Wanyue stopped and was about to beg for mercy when a slight chill crawled along her ankles like a vine.

She stood there in a daze.

Duan Baiting moved slowly and pushed aside the narrow barrier.

"Go on."

The shoulder blades behind the suspenders shrank slightly. She pursed her lips and continued reading with a trembling voice: "I... admit my mistakes very sincerely and earnestly. I hope Mr. Duan... Mr. Duan?"

She looked back at him, the base color of her eyes turned into blurred ink, and her breath began to become unstable.

Duan Baiting remained calm and asked her, "Have you finished reading?"

She shook her head and almost cried, "Is this a punishment?"

Duan Baiting lowered his head, kissed her ear, and then kissed the mastoid bone behind her ear.

He bit the small protrusion gently with his teeth, "Do you feel this is a punishment? Is it uncomfortable?"

Song Wanyue cried out in pain.

Not uncomfortable.

Whenever he hugged her from behind, she was extremely well-behaved. It is too easy to control a person with this posture.

Duan Baiting must know this. That's why he let her sit on his lap and read.

Song Wanyue complained quietly in her heart that he was too scheming.

The following words were randomly changed by her, and they sounded more like flattery than self-criticism.

At least under the current circumstances, she hoped to satisfy him and let him go.

"As an employee, I can't tell...the difference..."

He said in a gentle voice, and smoothed her messy hair tenderly and considerately: "Why is it so intermittent? Are you uncomfortable?"

She shook her head, touched his hand on her face, rubbed it with her face, and called him brother randomly.

"You can't distinguish the primary from the secondary, you don't love your work, and instead... you have ill intentions towards the president."

He was tolerant and generous as an elder should be: "There's nothing wrong with that. There's no need to reflect on it."

She began to cry, her voice gradually becoming louder.

Duan Baiting randomly opened a live news broadcast on his computer and turned the volume up to the maximum.

He gently wiped away her tears: "Why are you so delicate? You cry like this when I ask you to read a self-criticism?"

Song Wanyue bit his shoulder hard.

Very powerful.

It hurts a little, but it's nothing serious. Duan Baiting hugged her tighter: "I'll let you go after you finish reading."

Song Wanyue's tears dripped into his collar, and the two pages of self-criticism had long since fallen away.

She could only make up stories and say whatever she knew he liked to hear.

"Brother Kian, the first time I was alone... I was thinking about you, but I didn't know what you looked like, so I just listened to your voice, listened to the voice messages you sent me. I liked it so much... I liked hearing you call me Wanwan. I put the phone to my ear and closed my eyes, and it felt like you were lying next to me and calling me."

She got what she wanted and achieved her goal. He was indeed shaken and freed her prematurely.

It started to rain outside, from a drizzle to a downpour. It was as if God had smashed the clouds with his fingers, stirring up a clear spring.

Song Wanyue leaned on his shoulder, her body soft and limp, as if her bones were gone.

Duan Baiting asked her: "Really?"

She pretended to be stupid: "What?"

Duan Baiting grabbed one of her hands and asked her to feel the wrinkles on her fingertips that had been soaked until they were wrinkled.

His voice was gentle: "What you just said."

Song Wanyue felt his fingertips with heat that did not belong to his body, and her cheeks felt a little hot.

"I was just talking nonsense."

Duan Baiting nodded, not surprised.

Seeing that she was beginning to sweat, he took out the remote control to lower the temperature of the air conditioner: "Do you think I like to hear you say this?"

Song Wanyue asked him in return: "Don't you like it?"

He answered truthfully: "It's okay."

Song Wanyue smiled slyly and vividly: "I also know what you like to hear me say the most."

Duan Baiting looked up with interest: "What?"

Song Wanyue whispered four words in his ear.

Duan Baiting was stunned for a rare moment. When he reacted, Song Wanyue had already left him and tidied herself up.

With a smile on her face, she asked him, "Do you like it?"

He was calm and composed, "Are you saying this to tease me?"

Song Wanyue shook her head and looked down naturally, "No, this is the truth. Ms. Song Wanyue, Duan Baiting's exclusive review blogger, has personally used it and made this product evaluation. It has excellent quality, hardness and battery life, but the size is too large, and it's too thick and fishy, ​​so it's not suitable for consumption."

Duan Baiting's temples tightened, and he raised his hand and pressed it helplessly.

My breathing became a little heavier, but there was nothing I could do about her words.

"Who did you learn such talk from?"

She pouted and turned the tables, "I was talking about the blender. You're not thinking of something unhealthy again, you filthy bastard."

"..."

"I heard that soy milk can fight aging, so I asked Aunt Qin to buy some to make soy milk for me. It's just that the size is too big. Every time the soy milk comes out is very thick and has a bean smell. I don't like it after drinking it a few times."

"..."

The silence lasted for a long time. Duan Baiting calmly poured himself a cup of tea, his tone was light and nonchalant, "Really?"

Song Wanyue pursed her lips, suppressed her smile, and asked him calmly, "What did you think of just now?"

He finished his tea and put down the cup, "Nothing."

Song Wanyue insisted, "How could it be nothing."

Duan Baiting's face was gloomy, "I said it was nothing."

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the lake view outside and lit a cigarette.

His back was facing away, so Song Wanyue couldn't see his expression clearly.

But he failed to aim the cigarette correctly several times when lighting it, and missed the flame.

It seems that this person also has times when he is confused and restless.

Having achieved her goal, she decided to quit: "I'll be leaving first. Bye, Mr. Duan." It

was very quiet outside the president's office, with top-notch soundproofing material, one level higher than that used in recording studios.

Even if you're dancing inside, you can't hear any noise from outside.

Similarly, even if people outside make a lot of noise, no one inside can hear it.

As soon as Song Wanyue came out, she couldn't stop laughing.

It was the first time she saw Duan Baiting with this expression. Duan Baiting, who has always been able to plan and control everything, also has his moments of embarrassment.

Secretary Qin saw her smiling so happily, so he walked up to her and started talking to her, asking her what happened and why she was smiling so happily.

Song Wanyue shook her head: "Nothing."

Secretary Qin saw the kiss mark on her fair neck, gently pulled her to the side, took out the concealer and handed it to her: "Ms. Song, you can cover it a little."

She pointed at her neck and told her the approximate location: "Here, the mark is a bit heavy."

Song Wanyue understood what she meant in seconds, her face blushed, she took the concealer and thanked her.

After going to the bathroom and carefully covering her face in front of the mirror, she returned to the department.

Brother Su was not puzzled by the fact that she had been gone for so long. Instead, he asked with concern whether Mr. Duan had praised her.

Thinking of the self-criticisms she had written, she smiled guiltily: "In a sense, it can be considered a compliment."

Brother Su was usually serious and impartial, and it was rare to see him smile with such satisfaction.

"It seems that you are still very talented."

Song Wanyue felt guilty after being praised. After thanking Su Ge for the compliment, she pulled out the chair in front of her workstation and was about to sit down.

Su Ge's doubtful voice came from behind him.

"Why are there a few red spots behind your ears? Is this... a hickey?"