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Was just a very simple question mark, Song Wanyue still saw a lot of information from it.

——What wife?

——Who are these people?

——What qualifications do I have to call you my wife?

...

Song Wanyue lowered her head. Okay, it was all her imagination.

It is indeed just an ordinary question mark.

What's wrong with this person? Does he have any sense of crisis? !

Your wife became famous overnight, and so many people are competing with you for her. Can't you react a little more strongly?

Xiao Huan watched Song Wanyue's joy at first when she received the call, and then her disappointment and anger.

She spoke cautiously, "What's wrong?"

Song Wanyue held the phone tightly and cursed fiercely, "Duan Baiting, bastard!"

She couldn't even eat the remaining half of the steamed dumpling, and left angrily with her bag.

Aunt Qin heard the noise and came out to the living room, but she only had time to see Song Wanyue's back.

She looked at Xiao Huan and asked her, "Why are you suddenly angry?"

Xiao Huan shook her head blankly: "I think she had a fight with my husband."

Aunt Qin frowned and muttered, "How can they have a fight even though they are not together?"

"He didn't react at all, he just sent me a question mark. What do you think he meant? I sent him so many

messages, and he just sent me a question mark." In the car, Song Wanyue called Jingxiang and complained to her in grief and anger.

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally choked on his own saliva.

I couldn't stop coughing, and it took me a while to recover.

Shizuka comforted her: "Maybe he thinks that this kind of online chatter doesn't pose any real risk, so he doesn't take it seriously."

Having said that, this can't be the reaction.

The topic has already gone off track.

What Song Wanyue was more concerned about was that after she sent him so many messages, he just replied to her coldly with a "?"

"Next time, no matter what he says, I will just reply him with a question mark!"

Song Wanyue made a serious note of him in her grudge book.

-When

they arrived at the company, everyone in the department gathered around Song Wanyue, calling her "beautiful lawyer".

Obviously everyone has seen that Weibo post.

Song Wanyue lowered her head to turn on the computer and shooed them away like flies.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Xiao He slid his chair over to her side and asked, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

"I'm fine." She denied it quickly. When she opened her bag to take out the documents, she caught a glimpse of the thermos cup of scented tea inside and put it aside unhappily.

She opened her phone and asked around: "I ordered coffee, is anyone interested?"

A group of people raised their hands one after another.

Song Wanyue deliberately ordered an iced American coffee, and holding the glass of iced American coffee close to her face, she took a selfie and posted it on her Moments.

——Smile~A happy day begins~

After posting on the Moments, she put the lock screen of her phone aside, and the cup of iced American coffee lost its favor after taking the photo.

Although she was angry, she still obediently unscrewed the cap of the thermos and poured a cup into the cup.

It was still steaming and scalding hot, so she kept it by her hand, waiting for it to cool before drinking it.

He was not focused on his work and would check his phone from time to time.

She has a lot of WeChat friends, and every post she makes will receive countless likes and comments.

——It's such a beautiful day today! ! Whose clothes are they from? Please share!

——This face is too small, not much bigger than a coffee cup.

——Many, enjoyable to watch, pleasing to the eyes.

——Hahaha, good morning, junior. Which coffee is this? It looks good.

——It's still good to be young and drink ice-cold drinks early in the morning.

After a quick look, Song Wanyue didn't find the avatar she wanted to see in the comment section.

She slumped her shoulders and slumped back in her chair, dejected.

But right now, it's two o'clock in the morning in Britain. Duan Baiting should be asleep.

Song Wanyue repeatedly comforted herself in her heart that he must be asleep, otherwise he would not have had no reaction when he saw her drinking coffee, and iced coffee at that, early in the morning.

She pursed her lips, feeling strange and uncomfortable in her heart, and it was obvious that she had failed to comfort him.

Duan Baiting had indeed not slept. He had been holding his mobile phone and checking it since twelve o'clock.

For two full hours, he stayed in the comment section of Song Wanyue's Weibo.

Looking at those densely packed words "wife", he stopped several times to breathe heavily.

Finally I forced myself to keep watching.

There are both men and women, and many of them post their selfies and even introduce their personal information.

Including calling her senior, saying which class he was from at Shanghai University, and that he had a crush on her when he was in school.

And to hire her.

Duan Baiting took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, leaned against the head of the bed, and smoked slowly.

There is only a circle of light strips inside the room, and the visibility is not very high. It can only serve as a lighting purpose.

He held the cigarette between his fingers, flicked it on the ashtray beside him, gently knocked off the ash, and continued to slide the comments down.

The more I looked, the gloomier and more depressing the atmosphere in the room became.

It's been two days and it's still on the hot search list. After understanding the whole story, Duan Baiting notified his special assistant to remove the hot search and clear the related entries from the entire network.

If it weren't for the last bit of rationality supporting him, he would have wanted to block out the word "wife".

When Song Wanyue finally put everything aside and devoted herself to work, she unexpectedly received a message from Duan Baiting.

Apparently, after he finished reading those comments, he finally switched out of the interface and saw the circle of friends she posted.

Song Wanyue glanced at the time above the screen. It was twelve o'clock.

According to the seven-hour time difference, it is five in the morning in London.

This person actually woke up so early, Song Wanyue muttered to herself. But he didn't know that the other person hadn't even slept yet.

Click on the message he sent.

——Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?

I didn't ask her directly why she drank iced coffee so early in the morning, and I didn't get angry because she was disobedient and drank coffee.

Instead, he gently asked if you felt uncomfortable in your stomach.

Although Song Wanyue is easy to please, her mind is so narrow-minded when it comes to Duan Baiting that it can be almost ignored.

It may not be visible even with a microscope.

At that moment, she spoke in a stiff tone and deliberately said, "It hurts. I've been in pain all day. I just took an ibuprofen."

After the voice message was sent, she looked at the message above that said the other party was typing. After a long time, it changed to "the other party was talking" and finally changed back to "the other party was typing."

This goes back and forth several times.

——If you have stomachache, go home and rest today. I'll ask Aunt Qin to make you some stomach-nourishing soup. After drinking it, have a good sleep.

Song Wanyue held her chin with one hand and read this sentence over and over again.

Bai Xu was so jealous when he sent her a message that he would disappear without a trace just when he saw Zhou Wenyang going to and from school with him.

How come you don't care at all now?

Song Wanyue narrowed her eyes and thought about it. Perhaps, just like what Shizuka said, there was no need to be jealous of such empty talk without any substance.

Everyone else in the department went downstairs to eat, and Song Wanyue had no appetite, so she simply didn't eat.

I yawned and was about to take a nap.

Perhaps because Duan Baiting's message asking her to go back and rest did not receive a response, he called directly.

Song Wanyue stared at the caller ID at the top of the screen and deliberately waited for a while before answering the call.

The phone was placed to my ear, and the man's hoarse voice came through the receiver.

It was completely different from the gentle tone she had imagined when she read those lines of text.

Duan Baiting seemed very depressed now. Even though they were far apart, she could still clearly feel the frightening sense of oppression.

"Does it still hurt? If so, go back and rest. You can postpone your work, there's no rush," he said.

Song Wanyue heard something strange and subconsciously slowed down her breathing.

"Are you... awake or not asleep?"

He answered truthfully, "I'm not asleep."

Song Wanyue didn't know what to say for a moment.

Should I ask him directly, or ask him indirectly, or ask him indirectly?

None of them seem appropriate. If he really couldn't sleep all night because of this matter, wouldn't this be adding fuel to the fire?

Duan Baiting lit another cigarette.

The reason why Song Wanyue knew this was because she heard the subtle sound made by the friction of the lighter's grinding wheel.

At the same time, he coughed softly.

Song Wanyue frowned immediately, looking unhappy: "You are coughing and still smoking. What do you mean by this?"

He calmly threw the question back: "It's the same as when you have a stomachache and drink iced coffee."

"..."

Song Wanyue knew she was in the wrong and couldn't refute even if she wanted to.

Just then, Xiao He came back from lunch and asked Song Wanyue with his mobile phone: "Have you been banned?"

Song Wanyue was still struggling with how to respond to Duan Baiting's words, but was brought back to reality in an instant by Xiao He's words.

Her expression was still a little confused: "What do you mean by banned?"

Xiao He tapped the screen of his phone a few times, then turned it over and pointed it at her: "All the hot searches about you suddenly disappeared, and I can't find any information when I search your name on the Internet. Clicking on related entries is also blank. Even your own account can only be accessed through other people's tags and reposts. I can't even find it when I search it."

Song Wanyue usually checks Weibo to kill time, but she doesn't know much about this kind of thing.

"Is this a ban?"

Xiao He held a popsicle in his hand, took a bite, and shook his head: "You are not an internet celebrity. Maybe someone is unhappy with your sudden popularity, so they want to use this method to make others stop paying attention to you. But it's really a big deal, removing the trending searches and banning entries, it's such a big fuss. I guess you can't do so much without some background."

Song Wanyue recalled the meaning of his words, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked Duan Baiting: "You did it, right?"

He neither admitted nor denied it.

Song Wanyue was certain that he was the one who did it. She pursed her lips to hold back her laughter and pretended to be puzzled: "Why? I was wondering why the increase in my comments suddenly slowed down. Even the number of people calling me wife in private messages is less than yesterday." She

clearly heard the heavy breathing over there, and the faint friction sound of the back teeth clenching.

Song Wanyue was happy to add fuel to the fire at times like this. She swiped the mouse to check her Weibo: "The last private message was half an hour ago."

There was no more talk on the other end.

Song Wanyue was extremely distressed. Why wasn't she by his side at this moment? She really wanted to see with her own eyes how jealous he was.

Although he had a bit of a bad taste, he also knew when to stop. Song Wanyue sent him her Weibo account and password.

The saying "a slap in the face and then a sweet date" is fully demonstrated. The sweet laughter coaxed him: "If you don't like it, just log in to my account and delete anyone's comment you want."

This seemed to have an effect. Duan Baiting took a deep puff of the cigarette and then put it out.

He glanced at the time on his watch and saw that there were still three hours left before the live broadcast.

He had originally agreed to a live interview with CCTV, but the other party called him yesterday to apologize, saying that it was a mistake on his part and that he had misheard the live interview and turned it into an interview.

I can only pick it again today.

Duan Baiting hates trouble, but he doesn't have the habit of making things difficult for others.

So I nodded in agreement, but only this time.

After hanging up the phone, he slept for another hour, then got up and washed.

The TV station came over with the equipment. The original duration was more than an hour, but Duan Baiting only gave half an hour.

After the interview, he went to the headquarters.

The flight had long been changed from tomorrow to this afternoon, and after finishing his business as quickly as possible, he boarded a car bound for the airport.

Holding the phone in my hand, I tapped my palm lightly from time to time.

After thinking for a long time, he finally opened the software he had just downloaded today.

Log into the account that Song Wanyue sent him. He

had just logged in, and the message column showed 999+.

He clicked it, and the private message section was almost full of red unread reminders.

The screen was filled with the word "wife", and he almost didn't recognize the two words.

He could guess the general content without even clicking on it. Some people who posted selfies were directly blocked by him.

He continued to slide down, and then stopped.

Among the pile of red unread messages, one private message that was clicked and read stood out.

Duan Baiting hesitated for a while and clicked it again.

The other person's profile picture is very similar to Song Wanyue's, both are of the moon.

In his private message, he gave her some pertinent suggestions on the trial, which was very professional.

The tone and wording are just right, and people don't feel uncomfortable being educated by a stranger at all. It was more like a gentle senior pointing out his mistakes and then praising him, "You are good and can do better,"

so Song Wanyue replied to him.

【Thanks for your suggestions (*^_^*)】

These four words were extremely glaring, making his eyes, which were already bloodshot from lack of sleep, even redder.

Of all the private messages, she only replied to him.

Duan Baiting forced himself to shift his attention elsewhere. So he went to the other party's homepage and saw the location of his previous Weibo post, which was a law firm less than a kilometer away from the company.

And it was the company that Song Wanyue had mentioned before as someone she wanted to intern at.

The gloomy look in Duan Baiting's eyes became heavier, and the phone seemed to be deformed in his hands.

He continued to flip.

He stopped flipping through the pages.

He raised his hand to support his forehead and pressed his temples. From early morning till now, he has been holding it in, letting the jealousy ferment inside his body. He is good at controlling his emotions, so there seems to be nothing unusual.

In fact, the undercurrent has been surging for a long time, and a huge storm may arise at any time under the peaceful situation.

This man was just the last straw that broke the camel's back, and he was too lazy to endure it any longer.

In addition to the driver and special assistant, the company's legal affairs department also came this time.

The special assistant had already gone to the airport, and the one sent over now was Brother Su.

He sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed. In the quiet car, he heard a man's low voice behind the car, saying something rude, neither loud nor soft.

"Fuck."

Not only Su Ge, but the driver was also completely stunned.

This was the first time I heard a man swear in all the years I had worked for him.

He is usually steady and introverted, with a stable mood, and rarely gets angry.

Still calm and composed even when facing a mountain collapse.

But at this moment.

He took off his glasses and threw them away. It hit the closed car window hard and finally fell on the floor mat inside the car.

The driver and Brother Su all kept their eyes and noses on the spot, fearing that they might make any noise.

Duan Baiting blocked that person without hesitation, then clicked on the plus sign in the upper right corner of the homepage and selected the wedding photos saved in the album.

The action is done in one go.

Five words that are concise but powerful.

——Married, please respect yourself.

Just pressed send.