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Why do I feel that the words he sent are not only familiar, but also a bit... weird.

Song Wanyue put on her shoes and returned to her room. Duan Baiting's plane would not arrive until tomorrow, so she would have to stay alone in the empty room again tonight.

I slept soundly at night, and the screen of the mobile phone on the table beside me flickered.

The message was from Shizuka. I probably guessed that she should be asleep, so I didn't want to wake her up by calling her.

But I really couldn't help it, so I had to send a message instead.

When she wakes up she will be able to see it directly.

[Shizuka: Have you read Weibo? 】

【Shizuka: I am dying of laughter. Someone on the Internet captured the IP location of your Weibo post and found out that it is in the UK. It just so happened that someone saw you in the Science Park today, and Duan Baiting is in the UK, so now everyone knows that it was he who posted the Weibo. 】

【Shizuka: "Screenshot"】

Screenshot was the hot search term of the day.

#Junhe's president

is a jealous husband# [Shizuka: Haha ... 】

Song Wanyue woke up and found that the situation had changed overnight. Duan Baiting went from being a superior person with no dust in his eyes to being a jealous husband in the eyes of netizens.

He can't even tolerate his wife's female fans.

——It's so funny. I used to think she was worried that her CEO husband would be angry if he saw it, so she deleted tens of thousands of comments overnight. It turns out that the CEO's husband deleted it himself.

——It seems like she has a sense of crisis and is so anxious to reveal her status as the queen.

——It is really hard to imagine how the calm and solemn man in the interview used his mobile phone to delete the comments calling his wife "wife" one by one.

——As a man, you should be more generous. You are so petty and don't look like a rich wife at all.

...

Just after getting off the plane, the special assistant came over after answering the phone.

Duan Baiting took a very long nap on the plane and all his fatigue disappeared.

The special assistant wanted to say something but stopped: "Mr. Duan."

He raised his eyes lightly: "Go ahead."

The special assistant took a deep breath and didn't know what to say, so he simply handed the phone to him.

After Duan Baiting took it, he glanced around casually, occasionally pausing for a moment.

The jokes from those people became more and more biased, talking about the first wife, the principal wife, and some even said they would like to be a concubine.

While he was looking at the trending content, his special assistant stood by, waiting for what seemed like an eternity.

It's really too anxious.

The person involved showed no signs of abnormality and his expression remained calm.

After a moment, he handed the phone back to him, straightened his clothes, and then stood up: "Have you contacted Xinyue?"

The special assistant was stunned, thinking that he would ask him a few questions or blame him for his poor performance.

But I didn't expect that the other party didn't care at all.

The man walked down the gangway calmly, followed closely by his special assistant: "We contacted before boarding the plane, it's half past ten."

The car was waiting not far away, and the special assistant stepped forward and opened the back door.

Duan Baiting bent down, sat down, and looked at the time on his wrist.

It's seven o'clock.

"Let's change it to tomorrow." He said calmly.

He asked the driver to drive the car directly back home.

Song Wanyue held her cell phone and smiled all day. It was really a changing world. She never thought that Duan Baiting would have such a day.

Because those jokes were just harmless jokes and there was no malice in them.

Song Wanyue found it quite interesting, especially when they said he was a jealous husband.

For someone as old-fashioned as him, he's surprisingly cute.

Aunt Tan's voice came from downstairs: "Xiao Huan, the master is back, go and serve the rice."

Then, the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs came closer and closer, and clearer and clearer.

Song Wanyue hurriedly pressed the return button on her phone, curled up in the quilt and pretended to sleep.

Even she herself didn't know why she was pretending to sleep.

She didn't do anything wrong.

It was others who called her wife, not her request. If you really think about it, it's because she is so charming.

But even if she thought so in her heart, she had to pretend nothing happened and face Duan Baiting calmly.

She couldn't quite do it.

Although escaping is shameful, it is useful.

Never mind, let's just escape first. Escape for one day at a time.

She heard the door open and creak.

The soles of indoor slippers are soft, and the sound they make when walking is actually very slight.

But the room was too quiet at the moment, so it was particularly obvious.

Finally the sound stopped beside the bed. Song Wanyue could even feel the man's sharp gaze piercing through the thin silk quilt and falling on her.

She closed her eyes tightly and recited silently in her heart.

As long as she didn't open her eyes, Duan Baiting would not be able to tell that she was pretending to sleep.

It was quiet for a long time, and just when Song Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the crisis was over.

The man pulled the quilt off her and pulled her out of bed.

Song Wanyue was flustered at first, but then she came to her senses and rubbed her eyes as if she had just been woken up.

Her hair was soft and messy, half of it was trapped in the crook of her neck and the other half was spread out behind her.

What she wore today was not a nightgown, but a tight waist-revealing camisole.

This was worn with an outer layer, but she took it off when she got home.

A woman's body is extremely soft, whether it is her round and full breasts, her slender waistline, or her peach buttocks wrapped in a short skirt.

At this time, they all leaned on Duan Baiting.

He was still wearing a suit, dressed meticulously, with a serious look between his brows.

Compared to his seriousness, Song Wanyue was totally unserious and soft as if she had no bones.

Falling on him, one could even describe it as collapsing.

His whole body was supported by his strong and powerful arms.

She yawned slowly and pretended to have just seen him: "When did you come back?"

Duan Baiting didn't know whether to tell her that her acting skills were really poor.

But he said nothing in the end.

He carried her down from the bed: "Just arrived. Have you eaten?"

Song Wanyue nodded: "Yes."

"Then eat with me some more."

Although the tone was gentle, it could not be refused.

Song Wanyue went downstairs with him, and Aunt Qin went back into the kitchen and served another bowl.

It was not long after she finished her dinner and she was not hungry at all, so she ate very slowly, one grain of rice at a time.

The young couple had not seen each other for a few days, so Aunt Qin took Xiaohuan away on her own initiative to leave them some space to be alone.

Song Wanyue didn't know why she felt guilty, she didn't do anything wrong.

But he was still vaguely worried that Duan Baiting would come and hold him accountable.

My heart was always hanging in the air, neither going up nor down.

But the other party just ate quietly.

He had very good table manners and didn't talk while eating, except for the occasional slight sound of the spoon and bowl colliding.

After finishing the meal, he took a napkin to wipe his mouth. The bowl of rice in front of her looks the same as it did when it was served.

He glanced at her upper body which was only wearing a suspender top and asked, "Have you not eaten well recently?"

Song Wanyue was startled when she heard his voice.

After listening to the whole thing, she felt relieved: "It seems a little. I've been missing you so much lately that I've lost my appetite."

She has always been good at finding opportunities to please him and would never miss any chance to say nice things to please him.

But it's just a matter of talking.

Duan Baiting spoke in a very light voice: "Really?"

I don't know whether he believed it or not.

This person is like this, he always hides half of what he means and reveals half of what he says. You can never guess what he is thinking.

Duan Baiting stepped on the carpet and moved the chair slightly back.

Keep some distance from the dining table. Then he patted his thigh and said, "Come here."

The door to the dining room was closed, and there was a screen in front of it. Aunt Tan was very tactful and it was impossible for her to come in.

Song Wanyue didn't move, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were smiling, affectionate and lively: "Why?"

He said seriously: "Let me check if you have lost weight."

Song Wanyue cursed him in her heart, humph, so hypocritical.

But she still got up obediently and walked to his lap.

He measured the circumference with his hands and calculated the depth.

Song Wanyue was dizzy and wrapped her arms around him: "How are you, have you lost weight?"

He pinched her with satisfaction: "Not bad."

Song Wanyue giggled: "I heard from Secretary Qin that you have a cooperation to discuss in person today. You couldn't wait to come back, is it for this?"

Duan Baiting said nothing, took a tissue and wiped the sweat off her body.

Her messy hair stuck to her face, and there was an abnormal redness on her face.

Song Wanyue increasingly felt that she was a bit like an ancient evil concubine who brought disaster to the country.

From then on, the king no longer attended court early in the morning.

She held his face in her hands. Duan Baiting's eyes were deep, which made him look a little more profound and difficult to guess.

Xiao He always said that he was most afraid of Mr. Duan looking at him with those dark eyes. It always feels like an unknown deep ocean.

The danger lurks beneath the surface of peace.

But Song Wanyue is different. She likes Duan Baiting's eyes and also likes him looking at her with these eyes.

It would be best if I could only look at her forever.

She bent her head and kissed his forehead and then his eyelashes.

She kissed his nose again, then the bridge of his nose, then the corner of his lips, and then gently bit his chin.

She moved away from his face slightly, and her hot and moist breath sprayed on his face as randomly as her kiss.

Her lustful eyes frequently moved from his eyes to his lips.

But she just wouldn't kiss him, even though she kissed his entire face.

Only her lips looked like a concubine banished to the cold palace.

She was panting heavily, her breathing coming out heavily.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at his lips, breathing heavier.

Duan Baiting finally couldn't bear it anymore, and under her teasing, the dominant power seemed to fall into her hands.

He put his arm around her waist, pressed her tightly into his arms, held her lips, and kissed her fiercely, forcefully and fiercely.

It was as if he was swallowing her lips and taking in her tongue as well.

I don't know how long it took, but Duan Baiting finally let her go.

Song Wanyue was like a dehydrated fish, and finally breathed in fresh air when she was on the verge of death.

She tilted her head back, her swan neck stretched out, her mouth opened, and she breathed rapidly. Her tongue, which had nowhere to go in her mouth, was vaguely visible.

I don't know if it was from the kiss or the bite, but it started to swell.

So when she spoke, her voice was a little lisp: "What they say on the Internet is true, you are a real jealous husband."

Seeing that he acted calm, she thought he really didn't care.

But all the actions just now are enough to prove that this person not only cares, but also cares to death.

Duan Baiting paused for a moment after hearing her words.

But he didn't say anything, whether to refute or admit it.

He took out the tissue again, and this time he not only wiped the sweat off her body, but also the silver threads flowing from her lips.

Maybe he did feel strange just now, but now his body and mind were satisfied, and he let the matter go.

With Duan Baiting's operations, those hot searches and public opinions on the Internet have disappeared quietly.

Song Wanyue was like a flash in the pan.

She doesn't care and has no intention of becoming an internet celebrity.

She has been considering quitting her job recently and has already started sending her resume to law firms.

I have my own career plan and don't want to stay in the legal department of the company under Duan Baiting's name.

When it was hottest, Song Wanyue didn't want to step out of the house.

She felt that the space outside was distorted by the sun.

Xiao He reports his blind date progress to her on WeChat every day. Song Wanyue really didn't want to know, but she also knew that he was too nervous and had to find someone to talk to, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep.

This man's temperament really hasn't changed at all.

When I first joined the company, I was timid and followed her around all day. Whenever there was trouble in the company, I would complain anxiously in her ear every day.

Song Wanyue was also very busy during that time. She was busy making plans and acting as a strategist for Xiao He's dating trip, and also secretly preparing for Duan Baiting's birthday.

She asked Aunt Qin how Duan Baiting had celebrated his birthday in the past.

Aunt Qin looked bewildered and shook her head: "Bai Ting doesn't celebrate his birthday."

Song Wanyue was stunned in disbelief: "Is there anyone in this world who doesn't celebrate his birthday?"

Perhaps because she thought she looked too cute, Aunt Qin lowered her head and smiled: "Maybe he's used to it. No one celebrated his birthday before, and after he grew up, he simply didn't bother to do it himself."

After hearing Aunt Qin's words, Song Wanyue fell into a long silence.

A cold-blooded person cannot have been cold-blooded since childhood, and a mature person cannot have been mature since childhood.

When he was young, Duan Baiting might have also longed for someone to celebrate his birthday.

But his hopes were dashed time and time again, and he went from being disappointed to getting used to it.

But now it's different. Now he has a wife, and she is a considerate, caring and gentle wife.

Song Wanyue covered her chest and sighed, even she was a little envious of Duan Baiting.

Marrying her was simply a blessing from his previous life.

From setting up the scene to preparing the birthday cake, she took care of everything.

It certainly couldn't compare to the birthday party Duan Baiting held for himself; that one was too grand.

In comparison, what I prepared was too... simple.

But there's nothing we can do about it, time is tight.

The weather was fine those days, the sun was shining brightly, there was no rain, not even a gust of wind.

Everybody is complaining that this summer is terribly hot. It's almost autumn, why hasn't the temperature dropped yet?

Miraculously it started snowing in the afternoon and it snowed for several hours.

There was even a layer of white snow on the ground.

Duan Baiting came back from outside. The driver was driving steadily. He sat in the back seat, opened the window and looked out.

The snow was too fine, so he reached out and caught a piece.

Soon, it melted in his warm and dry palm.

He lowered his eyes, thinking.

The car stopped outside the door, and Duan Baiting got out and walked for a while.

The lights in the yard were on, but the house was dark. He raised his wrist to look at his watch. At this time, Song Wanyue was usually at home.

Even if she is not here, Aunt Tan is always here.

Why is there no one here today?

He entered the password and pushed the door open, and was about to raise his hand to turn on the light.

Suddenly, everything in front of me became bright.

Eyes that have been in the dark for a long time cannot adapt to the light quickly. Duan Baiting closed his eyes and waited for a while before opening them again.

What comes into view is a house wrapped with balloons and pink roses piled on the ground.

Song Wanyue walked towards him with a cake in her hand, smiling brightly and singing birthday song.

But there were too many clutter in the room, including gift boxes, balloons, and ribbons used to secure the balloons.

She didn't see the road clearly and accidentally tripped, stumbling all over.

Although he almost fell down, he still reached out to protect the cake in his hand.

Fortunately, Duan Baiting hugged him around the waist in time.

She let out a long sigh and said, "That was a close call."

Duan Baiting's eyes showed a hint of helplessness: "Be careful when you walk."

He helped her steady herself, squatted down, and untied the ribbons wrapped around her feet.

Then he stood up again and looked at the cake in her hand.

He guessed that she wanted to create an oil painting style, but her skills were not up to par.

It became a mixture of colorful creams, a bit like an overturned palette.

Avoiding the awkward episode just now, Song Wanyue sang the birthday song again, held the cake in front of him, and smiled: "Happy 27th birthday to my Tingting."

Duan Baiting did not move, and looked at her silently.

The distance was too close and the lighting in the entrance hall was too bright.

She could even see herself in his eyes, smiling, and smiling brightly.

Seeing that he didn't respond, she tilted her head and repeated tirelessly: "Happy 27th birthday to my Tingting. Although I couldn't spend the previous 26 times with you, I will be with you every year to come." She

smiled, and she looked really beautiful.

The curves at the ends of the eyes and the corners of the lips are like a dagger that can pierce a person's heart.

In fact, he had long since given up the habit of celebrating his birthday. A long time ago, for him, this was just an ordinary day.

But today, his memory seemed to overlap with that of the young child who stayed by the phone all night many years ago.

He longed for someone to call him on that day. He would be very happy even if it was just to say happy birthday.

But the phone never rang and he never got it.

Duan Baiting often thought that perhaps all this was just a dream. It was a dream God created for him to make up for the love he once lacked.

Dreams will always end, and there will always be a day when you wake up.

He has always understood this.

But it is inevitable to have the extravagant hope of never waking up.

He is conceited and arrogant.

But when it came to losing Song Wanyue, he was incapable of bearing the consequences.

The human body is supported by bones, and Song Wanyue has long become an indispensable part of his body.

She turned off the lights, lit the candles, sang Happy Birthday, and then urged him to make a wish.

The whole room was plunged into darkness, with only the faint light from the candle.

Her face was vaguely visible in the firelight.

She urged him with a smile: "Remember to make a wish that Song Wanyue becomes more and more beautiful."

There was a candle between them, and she could see his face clearly through the candlelight.

Likewise, he can.

The night was quiet and he remained unmoved, as if in the whole room, only Song Wanyue's time was flowing.

Everything around was at a standstill.

What's wrong with this person? He doesn't blow out the candle. Is he waiting for it to burn out?

She puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction and was about to speak.

The cake in his hand was taken away, and his shoulders suddenly felt heavy.

It was Duan Baiting who was leaning on it. He seemed to smile, very lightly, and his breathing was like feathers.

It made her feel a little itchy.

So she shrank her neck.

But the next second, she stopped moving again. It was as if acupuncture points were pressed.

There was a warm and wet feeling on my shoulder where he was leaning.

It was too brief and fleeting, so she wondered if it might be an illusion.

She was indeed a little overwhelmed, she had seen many tears. Even she herself can cry whenever she wants.

He once boasted that he was gifted and had the potential to be an actor.

But Duan Baiting is different.

I always thought he was very cold-blooded, as if he was born without tear glands.

She had never seen him shed a tear.

Song Wanyue came back to her senses and patted his back: "Why are you crying?"

He smiled, lowered his head, and said softly: "Did you cry?"

Song Wanyue was not sure: "It seems like I cried."

He laughed deeply in his throat again, left her shoulder, and there was no abnormality in his eyes.

Song Wanyue was in a daze for a moment, maybe it was really her illusion.

Yes, how could someone like Duan Baiting cry?

He made a wish as she asked and blew out the candles.

Song Wanyue asked him: "Does it mean that I will become more and more beautiful?"

He shook his head, holding the pastry knife, looking at the cake in front of him, not knowing where to start.

Song Wanyue snorted softly, pretending to be coquettish.

The cake had started to melt a little, and the colorful creams mixed together, making it even more messy.

He simply cut off a piece at random and handed it to her.

She couldn't wait to taste the cake she made, and it tasted good.

That night, they did nothing but sat quietly on the terrace, enjoying the night breeze and looking at the night view outside.

Song Wanyue said that today was his birthday and he could do whatever he wanted.

He had some bad taste in that aspect, and Song Wanyue was shy and unwilling in the past.

But today, she said, "Anything is fine."

But he held her hand, clasping their fingers together, "Sit with me for a while."

She was stunned, then blinked in disbelief, "Just... sit for a while?"

She even suspected that she had heard it wrong, and it might mean do it for a while, not sit for a while.

After all, the pronunciation is the same.

He smiled and said, "Well, sit for a while."

Then he took her to the second-floor terrace.

Song Wanyue would never have thought that on this night with such a perfect atmosphere, Duan Baiting would actually play pure love with her.

But sometimes it seems to be nice.

Song Wanyue sat beside him, her head resting on his shoulder. In the distance was a large lake.

I remember that when she first got married, she refused to live here on the grounds that living near water was unlucky.

The truth is that I don't want to live with him.

What was Duan Baiting's reaction at that time? She thought carefully.

When he remembered it, he said nothing and let her go.

At that time, she would feel that he was really cold. Her resistance to him was so obvious, but he didn't care at all.

Song Wanyue said confidently: "You must have pretended not to care at the time, but you were secretly sad."

He did not refute, but smiled lightly: "I didn't hide secretly, but I was sad for a while."

It was obviously her who started it, but Duan Baiting's frank admission made her a little overwhelmed.

It turns out that I have made him sad so many times without realizing it.

What she knows and what she doesn't know.

He held her in his arms and stroked her hair.

Song Wanyue came back to her senses under his gentle caress, and looked out the window. The snow stopped for a while and then started falling again.

It snows in midsummer.

She stretched out her hand, caught a piece of snow, carefully held it in front of him, and opened her palm for him to see, "I also gave you snow in the middle of summer."

Duan Baiting looked at her for a long time, then lowered his head and touched his forehead to hers.

I don't know how long it took, but everything around me became quiet. She heard his slightly low and hoarse voice utter those two words.

"Thank you," he said.

Thank you for loving me.

Song Wanyue smiled and said, "It's a give and take. You gave me snow, and I gave you snow too."

Yes.

He laughed too.

There is give and take.

Song Wanyue left his forehead and kissed him on the lips.

"Give and take means, thank you for loving me too."

Duan Baiting was stunned, not knowing whether it was because of the sudden kiss or because.

She heard the subtext of his words.

"You've become smarter." He praised her.

Song Wanyue raised her chin proudly: "Always very smart."

"Really?" He pretended to be confused, "I heard that someone's work has not been completed until today."

Song Wanyue was shocked: "You...how do you know?"

He was amused by her reaction, but still held back, and asked calmly: "Who owns the company? How do you think I should know?"

"..." She muttered softly. She was so affectionate with him just now, how could he change his face so quickly? He was indeed a black-hearted capitalist, "I'm about to quit..."

He reminded her: "I haven't quit yet."

Song Wanyue stopped talking, knowing that she was in the wrong.

After a moment, she smiled flatteringly and asked him: "It's your birthday today, do you want to drink something?"

He saw through her at a glance: "Do you want to get me drunk and then let me do it for you like last time?"

She hugged his arm and acted coquettishly: "You are my husband."

The man was unmoved.

She swung her arms more and more: "Please."

His attitude softened a little, but he put forward a condition: "Kiss me."

Song Wanyue immediately kissed him hard on the left cheek, and even made a "bo" sound.

"Right cheek."

"Boo."

...

When it snows, my mood becomes better.

Outside the window, the snow is falling heavier.