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Song Wanyue uses 30% of her brain on studying, and the remaining 70% is used to think of unconventional ideas.

She held her chin with one hand, and her beautiful, affectionate peach blossom eyes moved as she thought about something.

Duan Baiting did not disturb her. After coming in, he concentrated on reading the book in his hand.

The sitting posture is relaxed and leisurely, with long legs crossed.

He was only wearing a shirt and a tie tied neatly. When he turned the pages of the book, the silver cufflinks on the cuffs of his shirt shone with a faint cold light.

Dressed so meticulously, I guess he will go out soon.

The study was filled with his cold and clean aura. Even if it was true as he said, the noise he made was not even as loud as the sound of the hands of the wall clock.

But his mere presence here is already the biggest obstacle to Song Wanyue's studies.

So she just sat on his lap with the book.

The book in his hand was pushed aside by her. The extra weight on his legs and the warm breath on his neck made Duan Baiting's thoughts pause for a moment.

He quickly calmed down and asked her calmly, "What are you doing?"

Song Wanyue left his shoulder and faced him, with a pure and harmless expression, "Let you see enough. I see that you seem to be particularly inseparable from me today. I might as well learn on your lap."

After saying that, she deliberately asked for credit, put her arms around his neck, cuddled with him, rubbing her face against his, "Am I very good today?"

"..." He patted her buttocks, "Get off."

Song Wanyue shook her head, "Don't you want to stick to me? I gave you this opportunity and you don't know how to be grateful? Let me tell you, others who want it don't have this opportunity yet."

Duan Baiting was silent for a moment, unable to do anything with her. I know her temper too well. When she gets willful, she won't listen to anyone.

He often felt like he was treating a child and needed to be extremely patient and tolerant.

"If I read here and it disturbs you, I'll go out first."

Duan Baiting took a step back. Now

that she has embraced him, how could she let go so easily: "I'll learn this way, it's the same."

Duan Baiting said helplessly: "How do you learn this?"

"You can." Song Wanyue said with certainty. While praising herself, she did not forget to belittle him, "I'm not you. You want to do that kind of thing with me as soon as you see me."

"..."

Forget it, since there is no way to deal with her, he can only go along with her.

Song Wanyue actually sat on his lap and started studying. Although she would occasionally get distracted, she managed to review the entire book.

In the middle of the meal, Aunt Qin knocked on the door and asked if I was hungry, and she went to cook.

Song Wanyue replied that she was not hungry, then lowered her head and asked Duan Baiting: "Are you hungry?"

She was still sitting on his lap, with his arms around her waist, and he was halfway through reading the book. When Song Wanyue lowered her head, she could see his profile.

From this angle, his nose is very straight and his brows are very three-dimensional.

Song Wanyue is a person who is obsessed with looks, but she has been admiring this face since she was a child, and she is surrounded by handsome guys like Zhou Wenyang.

Therefore, her standards are much higher than those of ordinary people, and it is difficult for ordinary handsome guys to catch her eye.

Including those male idols and actors who are very popular now, they are praised to the sky on the Internet, and fans praise them for their divine looks and say they are like gods descended to earth.

In short, the sky is falling.

Even Shizuka was no exception and followed them for a while, and even attended their dinner parties several times with her own personal resources.

Finally, I told Song Wanyue that he is more handsome in real life than on TV.

She said, "I'll take you to see him next time."

Song Wanyue didn't care.

She has to do skin care several times a month. Even though her skin is delicate and smooth, it is better to prevent it.

There is a picture on the door of the beauty salon that Shizuka often goes to, of an actor who Shizuka said is even more handsome in real life than on TV.

Song Wanyue took off her sunglasses and took a closer look. His eyes were somewhat similar to Duan Baiting's, but his were more affectionate.

He does not have Duan Baiting's condescending indifference.

The front desk clerk said that this is where he had his eyes fixed.

Song Wanyue smiled and felt that Duan Baiting's face was more and more impeccable.

Duan Baiting put down the book: "I'm not hungry."

This was in answer to her previous question. Then he raised his voice a little and told Aunt Qin outside the door: "You

should go to bed early today." Song Wanyue blinked: "What if I get hungry later?"

Seeing him at such a close distance was undoubtedly a cleansing for Song Wanyue, who was obsessed with looks.

So she watched it very carefully.

Duan Baiting touched her cool hand, took the remote control and turned up the air conditioner temperature: "If you're hungry, I'll make it for you."

She smiled and kissed him on the lips again and again: "Okay, thank you, husband."

Duan Baiting pondered for a while, then picked up the book beside him and put it in her hand: "Study for a while."

Song Wanyue thought he would take the opportunity to push her down on the sofa and have sex with her a few times.

It turns out that this person is so boring.

A dissatisfied hum came from her throat, and she had no choice but to obediently pick up the book and continue studying.

During those days, Song Wanyue kept pestering Duan Baiting, saying that she was under a lot of pressure from studying and always wanted to cry when she was alone.

Duan Baiting looked at her restless eyes and knew she was lying.

But I stayed and accompanied her.

No matter how busy the work is, I try to finish it within six hours every day.

He spent the rest of the time with Song Wanyue.

It really worked and she passed the exam as she wished. Xiao He also took the exam with me.

Song Wanyue learned that Xiao He went to the temple to burn incense every day during those days, fearing that he would fail the exam.

It is impossible for the Ministry of Law to hire a lawyer who cannot even pass the basic examination.

Brother Su organized a celebration party to congratulate them on successfully passing the exam and staying in Tanyi.

Song Wanyue lowered her head to pack her things and refused embarrassedly: "I may not be able to go today."

Xiao He took her arm: "How can that be? We are good teammates who share weal and woe and advance and retreat together. Of course we have to celebrate together."

Song Wanyue's mind was full of a romantic French candlelight dinner with Duan Baiting. Who would want to go to a restaurant with them?

"No, let's make an appointment another time when we are free."

She tried to pry open Xiao He's fingers on her arm one by one, but he kept clinging to her: "Just one bite today, one bite, one bite."

Song Wanyue: "..."

Song Wanyue looked at this man crying and acting coquettishly beside Zi, and managed to suppress the nausea in her heart: "Who did you learn this from?"

He answered honestly: "You."

"..."

In the end, Song Wanyue still couldn't convince him. When this man became difficult to deal with, he was like a dog-skin plaster that could not be shaken off.

Fortunately, she did not make an appointment with Duan Baiting in advance. Why not just take a day off tomorrow and go out on a date with him alone to celebrate.

When I called Aunt Qin, she had already gotten on the car heading to the dinner venue.

She told Aunt Qin on the phone: "I'm having dinner with my colleagues today, so I won't be back for dinner. I'm not sure what time I'll be back, so you don't have to wait for me."

Aunt Qin held the phone and glanced at the kitchen, hesitant to speak.

He personally took care of everything from cleaning to cooking the fresh ingredients that were airlifted in that morning.

Aunt Qin came in several times and said she wanted to help, but Duan Baiting refused every time.

"It's okay." He placed the fried foie gras and steak on a plate, added mushroom stuffing made of Puerto Rican mushrooms and black truffles, rolled it with Parma ham, wrapped it with puff pastry, and put it in the oven.

The steps were cumbersome, but he was extremely patient. "You can take a rest today, I'll do it."

He rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands again, and prepared the next dish.

Aunt Qin hung up the phone and knocked on the door hesitantly.

Duan Baiting was using a knife to scale the fish. It was hard to imagine that a person with such a mysophobia would frown slightly just by smelling this smell.

Now he took action himself.

Seeing that Aunt Qin was hesitant to talk, he stopped what he was doing: "What's wrong?"

Aunt Qin sighed, looking at the food he had prepared for a day on the stage: "Wanyue called me just now and said that she was having dinner with her colleagues and would not be coming back for dinner."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes and eyelashes, and after a few seconds of silence, his voice sounded indifferently.

"Really?"

His tone was flat, as if he didn't care at all.

He pointed to the Wellington beef that was already baked in the oven and said, "You can have this for dinner tonight. It should taste good."

Then he took off the disposable rubber gloves on his hands and left.

Aunt Tan couldn't tell how disappointed he was, and he remained indifferent to everything.

Instead, I felt relieved.

I was worried that he would feel sad, after all, it was my thoughtfulness that I had shown him since I was busy in the morning till now.

Song Wanyue glanced at the dining location and suddenly regretted being soft-hearted.

In this big restaurant that doesn't even have private rooms, you can still see the uncultured shirtless man sitting next to you while eating.

Song Wanyue closed her eyes and comforted herself in her heart, thinking that she was already here.

Xiuxiu saw her reluctance and whispered to her, "The food here tastes very good. We came

here several times for departmental gatherings." Song Wanyue seldom attended departmental gatherings, but this was her first time here.

After entering the hall, the boss cleared out a table for them. Seeing that there were so many of them, he even brought a few extra menus.

Song Wanyue took a look and found that they were all greasy and she couldn't get used to them, so she ordered something lighter.

Brother Su wants two dozen beers and a few bottles of white wine.

Song Wanyue poured herself a glass of water: "Let me tell you in advance, I don't drink."

Su Ge nodded: "I know you can't drink much, I won't let you drink."

Song Wanyue hated it most in her life when others said she was not good enough.

A twisted and awkward competitive spirit: "I haven't met anyone who can drink better than me, I just don't drink easily."

"Yes, yes, yes." He nodded obediently.

Seeing that his attitude was quite good, Song Wanyue reluctantly didn't bother with him.

After ordering the food, Brother Su received a call on his cell phone. It was rare to see such a solemn and timid expression on his face.

He held the phone very respectfully and carefully, walked to a far, quiet place before daring to answer the call.

For fear of neglecting the other party, he trotted out of the restaurant.

Colleague A looked through the glass window at Brother Su who kept nodding and bowing to the air: "Who on earth is this person who can make our serious Brother Su become so servile?"

Colleague B understood what he meant: "Sister-in-law, check on him."

Song Wanyue took a sip of water, heard their conversation, and glanced at the phone on the table.

It had been such a long time since she called Aunt Qin, and Duan Baiting didn't even bother to send her a message to check on her.

Do you trust her so much?

Or... don't you care at all who she eats with?

The moment this thought came to her mind, her brows immediately furrowed.

If Duan Baiting dares not to care, she will...she will ignore him for three days!

But she should have called Duan Baiting as well. How could she just tell Aunt Qin?

Could it be that he didn't even know that he wasn't going back today?

After all, he hadn't come to the company all day, so Song Wanyue naturally thought that he was either attending a drinking party with friends or busy with other work.

So I considerately didn't disturb him.

After answering the phone, Brother Su came in, looked around, and finally called the waiter to ask if they had any private rooms.

The waiter shook his head and apologized: "Sorry, sir."

Brother Su didn't say anything else, but his expression showed some embarrassment.

Song Wanyue noticed it and asked him, "Is there anyone else coming?"

Su Ge nodded and said hesitantly, "Yes...one more."

"Just one." Song Wanyue called the waiter again and asked her to add another chair.

She said, "It's about adding a chair."

Brother Su sighed again: "If I had known he would come, I wouldn't have chosen this place. I was originally thinking of having a department dinner, so I just picked one at random."

Song Wanyue was unhappy when she heard what he said.

Why are people still divided into different classes? I am also classified into the lowest class where I can be treated arbitrarily.

She can sit in the hall, so how powerful can that person be? What, are you really superior to others?

"If he doesn't like this place, then let him leave. We can eat here, but he can't?" She sneered sarcastically.

Xiao He was about to agree when the door to the hall was pushed open, bringing in the night wind from outside.

With the heat of midsummer.

Everyone at the table held their breath in shock, obviously not expecting this person to come.

Xiao He reached under the table and tugged at Song Wanyue's skirt, trying to get her to talk less.

But obviously, the tacit understanding between the two was not enough for her to understand what he wanted to express so quickly.

Instead, he looked disgusted and said, "Why are you pulling my skirt for no reason?"

The moment the words fell, Xiao He could almost feel the man's cold eyes falling on her.

He shrank his neck and withdrew his hand. I later realized the relationship between Mr. Duan and Song Wanyue.

The chair that was added later was placed next to her because Song Wanyue asked the waiter to add it.

The man pulled out a chair and sat down: "Sure."

These two simple words were his answer to what she had just said: If we can eat here, why can't he eat here?

This familiar cold voice and calm and indifferent tone.

Song Wanyue sensed something was wrong, raised her eyes and looked to the side, and met those indifferent eyes accurately.

"......"

For Duan Baiting's arrival, these ordinary employees had an illusion as if they were dreaming.

After all, he is a big shot that you can't normally get in touch with even if you are several levels higher. The other party always goes in and out of high-end places with extremely good privacy.

Nowadays, even in an ordinary, cheap and noisy restaurant, I can't seem to be picky.

Brother Su stood up and poured him a cup of tea, with tea leaves that had not been filtered out floating in the water.

Duan Baiting thanked him calmly but did not drink.

Instead, when the waiter came over with the menu, I asked for another glass of water.

Song Wanyue asked him, "Why are you here?" She

was so shocked that she forgot to pretend. Duan Baiting answered very naturally: "I happened to be nearby, so I came to take a look."

Nearby? There are only some cheap restaurants and roadside stalls here. He has no chance to come here unless he drives by.

Song Wanyue said: Do you think I'm so easy to fool?

Before I could say anything, I noticed that the atmosphere around me was not right. Those pairs of eyes seemed to be staring at him.

She finally reacted.

She coughed softly and went to apologize to Duan Baiting: "I'm sorry, Mr. Duan, I always feel very friendly when I see you, so maybe my tone just now... was a little bit straightforward."

Duan Baiting looked at her meaningfully: "It's okay."

Xiao He, the only one in the audience who knew everything, lowered his head and ate the free side dishes with his eyes and nose.

Brother Su introduced the specialty dishes of this restaurant to Duan Baiting. This is a Hunan restaurant. The owner is a local, so the taste is very authentic.

But the other party couldn't eat spicy food at all, so he had no interest in the special dishes that Su Ge mentioned.

I asked for a portion of brown sugar rice cake with a lack of interest.

Colleague A reminded haltingly: "Mr. Duan... Mr. Duan, this... Song Wanyue has already ordered it."

"Really?" He didn't care.

Then I changed to sweet and sour spare ribs.

"I've ordered... Song Wanyue ordered."

All the things ordered later were what Song Wanyue had ordered. He simply closed the menu and said, "That's it."

Perhaps after this period of time, the atmosphere was not as solemn as when he first arrived.

Colleague B tried to get closer to this big shot by joking: "Why do I feel that Mr. Duan and Song Wanyue have exactly the same taste, and they all order her favorites. I didn't expect that Mr. Duan actually likes sweet food."

Song Wanyue, who was concentrating on eating, was stunned when her name was suddenly called.

Duan Baiting took a sip of water and rejected the remark simply and pointedly: "I don't like it."

Seeing that the cup next to Song Wanyue was empty, he picked up the pot of warm water next to her and filled it up for her.

There were many people in the hall, and there were even a few people at the back table arguing about something in a loud and noisy manner.

When speaking, I have to speak much louder so that the people at the same table can hear me.

Duan Baiting lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "I saw someone selling ice jelly outside just now. Can I go buy you a bowl?"

This action was far from being intimate in their daily interactions. It could only be described as a very ordinary daily occurrence.

But it seems particularly strange at the moment.

The group's president treated an ordinary employee who had just been hired as a regular employee not long ago in such an intimate and suggestive manner.

When he tilted his head to the side, he could see faint kiss marks behind his shirt collar.