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Song Wanyue felt a little itchy in her ears because of the faint breathing sound caused by the conversation.

She was used to being taken care of by Duan Baiting at home, so she nodded as a matter of course and didn't think there was anything wrong at first.

It was not until later that I realized that the surroundings seemed too quiet.

When she raised her head, she found that everyone at the table was looking at them with inquiring eyes. And in that kind of exploration, there was also a huge shock as if some secret had been suddenly discovered.

Song Wanyue lost hold of the chopsticks in her hand and dropped them on the table.

She smiled and rearranged the chopsticks: "It was too noisy just now, and Mr. Duan was afraid that I couldn't hear him, so he was so close to me. He said he saw someone selling ice jelly outside and asked us if we wanted to eat some."

Perhaps she said this too calmly, or perhaps the image of Duan Baiting in their hearts had already been fixed.

——A cold and domineering boss who rarely shows up.

No matter how you think about it, the type of person he likes should be an intellectual and capable lady.

Rather than a rare beautiful vase like Song Wanyue.

It's not that she has nothing but her looks. She does have the ability at work, but her appearance is too outstanding.

This is the disadvantage of some women in the workplace. If you are beautiful, others will pay more attention to your appearance.

Several colleagues believe that Mr. Duan is by no means such a superficial person.

However, the president personally helped me buy ice jelly. After today, I may never have the chance to experience such treatment again in my life.

A group of people raised their hands to vote and said the flavors they wanted.

With just a few words, she turned Duan Baiting into an errand boy. After saying that, the vase began to bite on his straw, feeling so guilty that his eyes wandered from side to side.

Afraid of meeting Duan Baiting's eyes.

So she couldn't see the latter's expression at the moment, she could only feel that after a long silence, the person around her finally dragged the chair away and stood up.

After he walked away, the tense and frozen atmosphere instantly relaxed.

A group of people asked Brother Su: "Why did Mr. Duan come to our party today?"

Brother Su was also confused: "He just asked me for the address and didn't say anything else."

Song Wanyue has tried very hard to minimize her presence, but everyone's eyes are still on her.

She put down the water cup and shrugged: "Don't look at me, you didn't call me, how would I know the reason."

She was not humble at all: "I guess he saw me in the company and fell in love with me at first sight."

Xiao He laughed. Song Wanyue kicked him under the table unhappily: "What are you laughing at."

Xiao He shook his head quickly: "No, I just think that there is a high possibility that President Duan is interested in you."

These words were at least more pleasing to the ears. Song Wanyue raised her chin proudly. The beauty was tolerant and didn't argue with him.

Duan Baiting came in quickly and sat down with empty hands.

Although the others were confused, they did not dare to ask. Only Song Wanyue was so bold as to ask, "Where's the ice jelly?"

In just ten minutes, more and more customers came into the store, and the few empty tables around were filled with people.

It is not a non-smoking place. People smoke and chat, and some even play finger-guessing games and drink with their bare chests.

Duan Baiting just glanced around and frowned.

Song Wanyue was worried that with this man's temper, he might leave at any time.

He even stretched out his hand in his direction, so that he could pin the man down as soon as he was ready to stand up.

Later I realized something was wrong. If he was leaving, I should have seen him off with drums and gongs. Why should I keep him?

She was struggling with her conscience and had a lot of thoughts in her mind.

Duan Baiting poured himself another glass of water leisurely and said, "It's not finished yet. It will be delivered later."

Song Wanyue nodded. That's right. It will take some time to make so many portions.

It was obviously unlikely to let Duan Baiting wait there for a few bowls of ice jelly.

Even if this person goes out to discuss cooperation, if the other party makes him wait a little longer, he will get up and leave without saying a word.

It's like Schrödinger's patience.

To be honest, he is actually quite childish at times.

Kinda... cute.

Xiao He asked her suspiciously, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment: "Ah?"

Did she laugh?

Xiao He glanced at Duan Baiting who was silent beside her, and hesitated to speak: "You started laughing as soon as Mr. Duan finished speaking just now. Do you think Mr. Duan is funny?"

Although he whispered this in Song Wanyue's ear, Song Wanyue could assert that Duan Baiting must have heard it.

Because she felt that the moment Xiao He finished speaking, the air pressure next to her dropped significantly.

The majestic iceberg continued to exude cold air, even though he had no expression on his face at the moment.

Song Wanyue wanted to strangle Xiao He to death. You are the only one who talks too much and you are the only one who is good at reading comprehension.

You are just satisfying your mouth, but the pity is that she knows it! !

The ice jelly was delivered very quickly, half original flavor and half rose flavor.

It seems that he didn't remember any of the various flavors that his colleagues ordered just now.

However, given this man's abnormal memory of being able to remember everything he sees, it would be more accurate to say that he was too lazy to remember rather than not remembering it.

Someone in the crowd laughed and joked, "I think the rose flavor is what Song Wanyue wanted."

This unique special treatment almost made it clear to everyone that they were having an affair.

Song Wanyue laughed dryly and pulled Xiao He to speak as a scapegoat: "What nonsense are you talking about? It was Xiao He who ordered the rose flavor. What I wanted was the osmanthus flavor."

She also muttered a few words in a pretentious manner and dug around in the bowl with the spoon: "I hate the smell of roses the most."

The temperature of the iceberg next to her was close to that of the North Pole.

After waiting for a long time for the dishes to arrive, everyone had gotten used to Duan Baiting's presence.

The main reason was that he hardly spoke and was so quiet the whole time that it seemed as if he didn't exist at all.

But no one can ignore such a man with such a strong aura and outstanding appearance sitting here.

Every time I say a few words, my eyes always subconsciously glance at him.

He was indeed somewhat out of place with the hustle and bustle here.

Because the dishes are mostly oily and spicy, Duan Baiting was born in North City and grew up in the UK, so he eats very light food.

So I didn't move my chopsticks the whole time.

Song Wanyue picked up a steamed crayfish and placed it on his plate: "This is okay, not spicy."

The tone was too natural. Song Wanyue coughed and added: "You can try it."

Duan Baiting watched her perform alone without being moved.

Then he pushed the plate in front of her: "Help me peel it."

Why did he start to pick on her for no apparent reason? Song Wanyue complained about him a thousand eight hundred times in her heart. What happened to this guy today?

In the past, Duan Baiting did this kind of thing for her.

Noticing that people were looking at her, Song Wanyue chuckled twice and put on her gloves: "Yes, of course. Serving Mr. Duan is the basic duty of employees like us."

He leaned back in his chair and extended his left hand to her: "There is no distinction between bosses and subordinates after work. You help me peel shrimps not because you are my subordinate."

His tone was calm, as if he was discussing how to improve and revise the project contract in a meeting, "It's this hand that was scratched when I was cooking for you."

Everyone at the table choked and coughed non-stop.

The waiter thought there was something wrong with the food and came over nervously to ask if there was anything he could help with.

The only person in the audience who reacted quickly was the veteran Su Ge. He waved his hands and said it was okay.

Except Xiao He knew it in advance.

The only thing that surprised her was that Duan Baiting actually cooked for Song Wanyue himself.

The others were so shocked that they even forgot to breathe.

This level of terror is no different from being informed that aliens are about to attack the earth, the moon is red, and the sun becomes crescent and rises from the west.

Brother Su drank water tactically, but his eyes couldn't help darting around.

Today's meal is really the right time to get together.

Song Wanyue didn't expect Duan Baiting to say it so bluntly.

Didn't she specifically tell him not to expose their relationship in the company?

Wait...

this doesn't seem to be in the company.

She sighed. This man was usually very cunning and treacherous. When he schemed against someone, it seemed as if he wanted to empty out the other person's assets.

How come at this time he becomes a naive person who doesn't know how to adapt?

After a complicated struggle between herself and herself, she smiled and tried to get away with it: "Mr. Duan is really good at joking. If you want me to help you peel shrimps, just tell me directly. As your subordinate, how dare I refuse?"

She particularly emphasized the word "subordinates."

He picked up the shrimp, peeled it carefully, removed the shrimp thread, and then placed it on the plate in front of Duan Baiting.

The people at the table were completely confused.

So are these two people related?

Seeing that she seemed to have managed to get away with it, Song Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief. She was mentally more tired than physically, and had consumed more energy.

She urgently needed to replenish it.

I served a small bowl of soup. The ingredients were naturally no match for what I had at home, and the taste was just average. It even smelled strange.

But it's barely edible. Especially when people are hungry, their taste buds are always more tolerant than usual.

Colleague B is always courteous to Song Wanyue in the department. A beautiful, delicate, rich and pretty girl like her always enjoys attention and preferential treatment wherever she goes.

When she saw Mr. Duan sitting next to her and saying some suggestive words, she thought she had no chance.

But seeing that Song Wanyue is trying hard to draw a line in the sand, I guess it should be... boring for Mr. Duan, right?

That's right, who says a young lady like this must be paired with a capitalist?

They spend the whole day together in the department, and they see each other much more often than Duan Baiting, who is elusive.

Colleague B possesses all the qualities that an average man should have.

Occasionally, when their eyes accidentally met in the department, he always thought that Song Wanyue was secretly looking at him.

As time went on, he concluded that he and Song Wanyue were having some office affair, and that they were both involved in it.

Knowing that she didn't like rose-flavored ice jelly, he even considerately picked out all the roses from his bowl of ice jelly and stood up to exchange it with hers.

"I asked the waiter to bring a serving of osmanthus wine. You can pour it in later. It will taste the same as osmanthus icy jelly."

Song Wanyue thanked him for his thoughtfulness, but in her heart she insulted him countless times.

Do you think she's not messy enough?

Duan Baiting was taciturn and there was no sign of anything unusual on his face.

He did not join in the excitement.

Song Wanyue carefully observed his expression and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that he was not angry.

I am indeed quite curious about what that colleague said, whether pouring osmanthus wine into ice jelly will really taste the same as osmanthus ice jelly.

I was just about to try it and just scooped a spoonful of osmanthus wine.

The man beside him casually picked up the water glass and took a sip.

At the same time, Song Wanyue heard his low voice and couldn't tell whether it was a warning or an expression of anger: "Try drinking a sip."

Song Wanyue was so scared that she dropped the spoon.

Xiao He touched his arm and muttered, "Why is it so cold suddenly?"

Song Wanyue hurriedly pushed the fermented rice wine and ice jelly away, and she said, how could Duan Baiting be so generous.

Although he didn't look in her direction, his expression looked a little better and he put down the cup in his hand.

He raised his hand and loosened his tie.

Brother Su stood up with his glass of wine and said he wanted to toast Mr. Duan.

He is a veteran in the workplace. He is usually serious in the department and has the iron-faced and impartial look of a modern-day Justice Bao.

But when it comes to dealing with senior directors, it's a different story.

Not to mention Duan Baiting, who is at the top of the food chain of the Tan Group and holds the power of life and death.

When he heard him asking Song Wanyue to peel shrimps just now, he wished he could do it himself.

Seeing that he raised his glass, the others naturally did not dare to neglect him. They filled their glasses with wine and stood up.

Song Wanyue followed the crowd and was about to pour a little into her own cup as a token of her respect.

Just as he put his hand on it, Duan Baiting stopped him.

He frowned slightly and reminded softly: "Dad mentioned a few days ago that you should drink less. Have you forgotten?"