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Song Wanyue was so angry that she didn't fall asleep until late at night. Duan Baiting stayed with her and worked until late at night.

Only after she fell asleep did he take off his glasses and put down his computer.

Hold the person in your arms, close your eyes and fall asleep.

I stayed up so long last night, yet I woke up so early the next day.

It was only seven o'clock, and Song Wanyue was moving around in his arms.

Duan Baiting's throat felt heavy, and he pressed the restless little thing back: "Don't move."

Hearing the slightly lowered voice above his head, Song Wanyue indeed stopped moving, but she was only obedient for a short while.

She reached out and poked his chest: "Are you still sleepy?"

The man didn't respond.

She reached out and poked again.

She would make a fuss when she couldn't sleep. Knowing her little problem, Duan Baiting lowered his head and kissed her forehead again and again, but did not open his eyes.

"It's still early, sleep a little longer."

I could hear the heavy tiredness in his voice, and thought about how he stayed up with me for such a long time last night before going to bed.

It must be very sleepy.

She was considerate and huddled back into his arms, and indeed stopped moving.

She really couldn't sleep. It was strange that the later she stayed up, the earlier she woke up.

The curtains were very thick, covering the entire room tightly, making it airtight.

There was no light in the room.

Song Wanyue was bored and could only touch the buttons on his pajamas.

She bought all these household items, as she likes shopping.

We buy couple's items for everything, including pajamas.

I don't know how long she touched it, but the button was almost rubbed from matte to smooth.

Duan Baiting finally opened his eyes and saw her looking up with a look of grievance: "You're finally awake."

He found it funny for a moment. He held the person in his arms and rubbed her hair that had been messed up by sleep. His voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up: "Yeah, you're awake."

Song Wanyue was finally able to leave his arms, and she couldn't even play with her cell phone.

She put her arms against his chest and was about to use the force to stand up, but he pulled her back again.

She was stunned and looked up: "What are you doing?"

"I'm not fully awake yet, take a moment." He smiled lightly, and because Song Wanyue was held tightly in his arms at this time, she could feel the slight tremor in his chest when he smiled.

It made her ears hot.

Could this person ever stop exuding his charm at all times and in all places?

He rested for another half an hour.

Half an hour later, Song Wanyue was finally allowed to get up.

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After washing up and going downstairs, she saw Aunt Qin bought new wool and this time she was knitting shoes and socks.

It's very small, not even as big as the palm of your hand.

Aunt Qin said that her daughter gave birth to a granddaughter last year. Now that the weather is cold, she wants to knit some shoes, socks and small clothes and send them over.

"Although children grow fast and can't wear them for long, it always feels more thoughtful when they are made by yourself. Plus, they are thicker and keep warm."

Song Wanyue glanced out the window. The leaves were turning yellow and the scenery was bleak.

Suddenly I realized, yes, winter is coming again.

She felt that time had passed very quickly recently, as if the last winter had only been a few months ago. She accompanied Duan Baiting to keep vigil.

I said I was keeping vigil for him, but in fact I just kept vigil for the whole night. I also had an upset stomach.

The thought of this made her feel ashamed and her ears started to feel hot. She shook her head hastily, trying to get the memory out of her mind.

When Duan Baiting finished washing, changed his clothes and went downstairs, Song Wanyue was sitting next to Aunt Qin, looking at the mini shoes.

He went into the kitchen, poured himself a glass of warm water, and sat down casually on the sofa opposite. Seeing the shoes in Song Wanyue's hand, he didn't ask any more questions.

He took a sip of water and looked out the window. The sky was a little gloomy, so it seemed like it would rain in the afternoon.

Song Wanyue held the pair of small shoes in her palm and handed them to him: "Are they cute?"

He was not interested. He glanced at them roughly, put down the cup and nodded.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was a perfunctory response: "Cute."

Seeing that he was being perfunctory to her, Song Wanyue snorted unhappily.

A boring old-fashioned person.

She poked the little shoe with her finger: "How cute, so small."

Aunt Qin was knitting the sweater in her hands with skillful movements and a smile on her face: "You two should hurry up, I will knit a few more for the little one tomorrow."

The meaning of these words was very clear, asking them to hurry up and have a baby. We have been married for two years.

Duan Baiting's grandmother, the only person who cared about him, passed away last year, and since then no one in the family has taken care of him, let alone urged him to have a baby.

As for Song Wanyue, her family followed her.

Even if she doesn't give birth, it's okay.

Hearing Aunt Qin say this, Duan Baiting paused for a moment, but didn't say anything.

He put down the cup and was about to get up and go out to call Secretary Qin.

Explain the work matters.

But Song Wanyue came up to him with a smile, as if she had heard Aunt Tan's words, and asked him seriously: "Do you like boys or girls?"

Duan Baiting had never thought about this question and was stunned by her question for a moment.

After a moment, he said calmly: "It's all right."

That means he doesn't like it that much.

"I prefer girls, but I'm worried that she might look more like you. Although you are also very handsome, it's scary to think about a girl with a serious, icy face like you."

Seeing the two of them like this, Aunt Qin stood up with her things, moved back to the house.

Give them some space to be alone.

Song Wanyue took a long step forward, straddling him, facing him.

Duan Baiting was worried that she would fall, so he held her waist with one hand.

Through the thin white base, her waistline is particularly obvious. In his palm, it looked like a folded corner.

The strength in his palm increased uncontrollably, pressing against her waist, dry and warm.

The body temperature warmed her.

Duan Baiting is very tall, especially in front of her. So even though I was sitting on his lap, I still had to look up at him.

First you see his jawline, then the bridge of his nose, and going up, you see his eyes, which are always indifferent.

How could someone be born with such heartless peach blossom eyes?

Whether it is his jawline or his nose bridge, both have a unique sense of alienation.

The earth has four seasons, but for him there seems to be only one winter.

"What's wrong with you?" She raised her arms and climbed onto his neck, "Why don't you like anyone?"

Duan Baiting smiled: "According to you, I should like everyone?"

Song Wanyue shook her head, her voice soft, but her words carried a bit of pretentious threat: "Of course not."

Yun Wei had asked her before if she had ever been jealous of Duan Baiting, or jealous of the other opposite sex around him.

Song Wanyue thought carefully and found that apart from Aunt Tan, the only opposite sex around him seemed to be Secretary Qin.

She couldn't possibly be jealous of Aunt Tan and Secretary Qin.

Seeing her shaking her head, Yun Wei smiled and spoke in a light voice, as if she suddenly felt something: "In fact, it is very easy for a man to reject an outsider. It just depends on whether he is willing to do so."

At that time, Song Wanyue thought it was her own illusion, because she saw a hint of loneliness in Yun Wei's smile.

Very faint, fleeting.

She always said that she envied Song Wanyue, and Song Wanyue always thought that she envied her because she had a family background that was equally matched with Duan Baiting's.

But it seems that it is not just that.

It wasn't just her background that she envied.

Duan Baiting saw Song Wanyue's expression suddenly become serious, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

It seemed that what he said next might make her angry at any time.

He smiled and lifted her up so that she could sit closer to the front.

He pinched her cheeks with one hand, with the base of his palm resting just under her chin.

"So domineering?"

Song Wanyue was dissatisfied with the calm smile in his eyes.

So she deliberately rubbed her hips against him, and saw with her naked eyes that the calmness on his face gradually faded away.

A thick layer of mist silently climbed up and floated up in front of my eyes, densely covering up the truest emotions of the moment.

Even my breathing became heavier.

Notice the most intuitive changes in his body. As if giving a warning, he knocked on the soft door, despite the obstacles.

He lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.

Song Wanyue deliberately turned her head away and then got off his lap.

Duan Baiting still maintained the same posture as before.

Song Wanyue lowered her head and glanced at him. She was surprised by the wrinkles on his trousers and...

a sly smile of success appeared at the corner of his eyes. But she pretended to be regretful and said, "What a pity, I'm on my period today."

He put his fingers on his forehead and rubbed it gently.

I burst out laughing for a moment.

This guy is very good at lying.

Even though her period had just ended a few days ago, he still rubbed her belly every day.

He didn't expose her and went upstairs on his own.

On the second-floor terrace, the cigarette was lit at his lips. He lowered his head and held the cigarette in his hand to block the wind.

The flame at the end of the cigarette flickered several times, and he took a deep puff, as if trying to use this fire to suppress the fire in his body.

After finishing a cigarette, the abnormalities in the body gradually faded away.

The culprit came at this time.

After the childish prank, she pretended to be considerate and asked with a sweet smile, "Do you need my help?"

Seeing her approaching, Duan Baiting dusted off his cigarette ash and remained unmoved.

Only when she came in front of him did he gently touch her cheek with the hand holding the cigarette.

"The day after tomorrow is Xi Yang's grandfather's 80th birthday. Come with me."

Xi Yang's grandfather?

In the two years since she married Duan Baiting, Song Wanyue seemed to be isolated from his social circle, except for Xi Yang and Shang Heng.

He didn't seem to want her to have any contact with the people around him.

Even if it was Shang Heng and Xi Yang, he didn't like her to have any contact with them alone.

Because of the wisdom tooth extraction, Song Wanyue and Shang Heng's relationship became more frequent.

Although Duan Baiting didn't say anything, he would occasionally ask a question or two.

No matter how slow Song Wanyue was, she should have been able to see it.

Fortunately, she didn't have any good feelings towards Shang Heng, so she just ignored him.

It's been a long time since we last met. She had even forgotten how long it had been.

"Can't I not go?" she asked.

Duan Baiting shook his head and his tone became much gentler, as if he was coaxing a grumpy child: "It's hard to refuse since the old man called in person."

If it were in the past, he would have let her go if she didn't want to go.

But this time is different, it's the 80th birthday, and they take the old age very seriously.

Even if the elderly usually keep things simple, they have to lavishly celebrate at times like this.

His gentle coaxing worked, and Song Wanyue nodded obediently: "Okay then."

Seeing that she answered reluctantly, he chuckled: "Just wait for a while, then go over and say hello."

Song Wanyue shook her head: "No, that won't work, people will say I'm ignorant."

Her mother taught her from a young age to respect etiquette, especially when dealing with elders.

Although she really didn't want to go, she wasn't so willful.

She pretended to be in trouble just now in order to get Duan Baiting to coax her.

Others always say that Duan Baiting is cold and difficult to get along with, but that's because they don't understand.

To deal with a cold-hearted old-fashioned person like him, you have to use some roundabout skills.

A casual tease, a just-right strategy of playing hard to get.

After three or five rounds, Song Wanyue was confident that even if he looked calm on the surface, there must have been turbulent waves in his heart.

Song Wanyue suddenly thought of something: "Since it is Xi Yang's grandfather's birthday, will Yun Wei go?"

Duan Baiting shook his head.

He didn't say it directly, but Song Wanyue could think of it.

Yun Wei's identity, after all, cannot be made public.

"They have been together for so many years. Does Xi Yang's family know about her existence?"

Duan Baiting obviously didn't want to discuss other people's affairs. He just said ambiguously: "Maybe."

Xi Yang was different from Shang Heng. The latter gave Song Wanyue the impression of being slick and careless.

Although Xi Yang also likes to tell some harmless jokes, he has a gentle personality and is gentlemanly and polite in dealing with people.

But when it comes to love, he wants everything and is very selfish.

Seeing that she was frowning and looked deep in thought, Duan Baiting put his arm around her shoulders and led her back to the house.

"It's windy outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

Song Wanyue sniffed, as if she did.

I just stood on the terrace for a while and my nose was a little stuffy.

When she came to her senses, she found that she had already arrived in the room.

Duan Baiting locked the door and opened the drawer.

Seeing him take out a small box and put it on the table, Song Wanyue's eyes widened: "You...what are you doing."

"Let me check you out." He walked to the sofa and sat down, patted his legs, and asked her to come over. "You just left a few days ago and you're here again today. That's not normal. It seems you have to continue taking the Chinese medicine."

Song Wanyue complained in her heart. This man knew she was lying to him, but he still said that on purpose.

There was no light on in the room, and only the outermost layer of curtains was closed, which did not block out much light, and the scene inside the room was vaguely visible.

Song Wanyue shuddered slightly, and sweat broke out on her fair skin: "So... Xi Yang's wife, this time should... should go."

Duan Baiting was dissatisfied that her attention was diverted by other people's affairs when she was with him.

He frowned slightly and used a little more force.

He didn't answer, so Song Wanyue continued to ask.

Her curiosity was so strong that if I didn't answer her, she would probably keep asking.

So he nodded: "Yes, I will go."

"This... is it so."

Song Wanyue seemed to want to continue asking, Duan Baiting's breathing became a little heavier, and he patted her buttocks with his big hand.

The round and plump buttocks bounced gently.

It seemed like a punishment for her inattention.

She felt pain, but then she giggled and said something else to him: "Duan Baiting, let's have a baby."

Duan Baiting paused.

There was no direct answer, only: "Let it take its course."

The measures are so good, how can we let it take its course?

Song Wanyue asked him: "Don't you like it? There will be two cute people like me in the world in the future. Isn't it good?"

He looked at her indifferently: "One is enough to make me upset."

Song Wanyue snorted softly: "Don't say

one thing and mean another." She rubbed her face against his face, like a kitten acting coquettishly: "Tingting, do you only like me in this world?"

He said nothing.

Maybe he thought she was too noisy, or maybe he just agreed.

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On the day of the old man's birthday party, Song Wanyue specially wore a more decent and dignified skirt.

The makeup is also very light. Unlike in the past, today she is going for a simple and elegant style.

Xi Yang came to receive them. He

waved and greeted Song Wanyue with a smile: "Long time no see, little Lucky."

When he spoke to her, his voice was always soft and gentle, with a kind of harmless teasing.

Xi Yang is a very easy-going person, and doesn't put on airs.

Song Wanyue had had a good impression of him before and thought he was a nice guy.

Now that his impression had changed, he nodded at him with a forced smile: "Hello."

With the obvious dislike almost showing on his face, Xi Yang smiled.

Duan Baiting is really lucky to have such a cute little sister.

There were a lot of people at the banquet, and most of them knew Duan Baiting, and most of them were elders.

When there are some unavoidable social occasions, he will often go over and say hello.

He also did not forget to tell Song Wanyue to stand here and not move, and wait for him obediently.

Song Wanyue nodded, looking well-behaved.

She usually gets a headache when she gets fussy. But once they are obedient, people will want to keep them by their side all the time.

Duan Baiting suppressed the sudden impulse that arose in him.

Finally, he kissed her gently on the forehead: "Be good."

His low voice was full of doting.

But the moment the man turned and left, the obedience on Song Wanyue's face was like a mask that broke.

She was just lying to him.

Now that she had finally arrived at a crowded and lively place, she had to take a good look around.

After ordering a non-alcoholic drink, she glanced at the opera stage in front of her.

Today's birthday party was on a grand scale. Perhaps the old man was not used to holding it in a hotel, so he simply held it outdoors in the manor.

A famous opera performer specially invited.

But apparently few people really went to listen. It is a common problem in upper class society that any gathering will eventually turn into a social occasion for networking and exchanging business cards.

Just like at this moment, Duan Baiting was holding the wine glass calmly, and people gathered around him.

Most of them smiled warmly, although Song Wanyue couldn't hear what they said.

But one can also guess that most of the words are flattering and fawning.

She has seen many scenes like this.

Duan Baiting handled it with ease, but he kept looking back worriedly.

As expected, the little guy didn't stand still and disappeared.

Song Wanyue and Duan Baiting are very different in many ways. For example, she likes sweet food, but he doesn't even put sugar in American coffee.

For example, the antique jewelry she liked was just a pile of colorful stones in his eyes, which at best had the function of increasing value and financial management.

But before that, whenever he went in and out of the auction house, even if he casually bought one or two items, he was doing a favor.

Duan Baiting is indeed the type of person that Song Wanyue hates the most, a black-hearted capitalist who has no sense of humor and only cares about profit.

Now when he goes to the auction house, he cares more about those things that he was too lazy to take a second look at before.

A glass-type imperial green jade bracelet, a collection-level pearl necklace worn by Queen Elizabeth, and a pink diamond weighing over 10 carats.

His wife is like a young dragon that likes to hide treasures in caves.

And he became the biggest culprit who assisted the tyrant in committing evil.

He continued to fill her cave more and more.

I don't know how the news leaked out, but anyone who wants to get in touch with Duan Baiting will first consider Song Wanyue.

Let your wife make friends with her; it is always easier to start conversations between women.

After all, Duan Baiting is a man with a very deep and cunning mind, making it difficult to make friends with him.

If you are not careful and say the wrong thing, you may offend someone and end up with the opposite result.

What's more, they have all seen that little girl.

Although Duan Baiting seldom took her out, at some unavoidable dinner parties, she would wear a simple yet gorgeous haute couture dress and walk with him arm in arm.

For example, today.

Her eyebrows and eyes are charming, and her every frown and smile is full of a bit of bright and flamboyant freedom.

She is a striking and eye-catching beauty, and she also has a gentle and peaceful aura that comes from a scholarly family.

Several adjectives that sound conflicting appear to fit her surprisingly well.

Before, I had only heard about the marriage between the Duan and Song families, and the few times I met them, I just thought it was just a formality.

Maintain the superficial love between husband and wife in front of outsiders.

After all, the Song family is a wealthy and prominent family and they have to maintain their reputation.

When he looked a few times later, he saw the little girl, who was held by his waist, away from the crowd. She was saying something excitedly with a bright smile, and even dancing when she was excited.

The man who used to be cold and arrogant actually bends down, puts his ear close, and listens patiently to what others say.

Not knowing what the little girl said, he smiled helplessly and tapped her forehead with his finger.

So when they saw Song Wanyue appearing with Duan Baiting, all the female relatives' eyes were on her.

Now that she was alone, those people came over and acted as if they were meeting her for the first time. They took her arm and started chatting about family matters.

Looking at these enthusiastic unfamiliar faces, Song Wanyue actually felt a little panic.

A female voice with a questioning tone came from the side.

The man had an oval face that was somewhat similar to Song Wanyue's.

She has an outstanding appearance and a striking temperament, and it is obvious that she is a spoiled young lady.

Stand behind them now.

There was a look of condescension in her eyes, like a spoiled young lady.

She pointed at the skirt on Song Wanyue and said, "Why is this skirt on you?"

Song Wanyue found her words incomprehensible and retorted, "My skirt is not on me, so should it be on you?"

Hong Tiantian was furious and stomped her feet, "It should have been on me! I waited for half a month, but the brand told me that the last one was bought by someone else!"

Song Wanyue smiled slowly and said, "Maybe because I spent enough money and have a higher VIP level, so I was given priority." Just

kidding, she waited for more than a month, longer than her.

But she had to show her momentum first, even if she lost the battle.

I don't know who this person is, but she comes up and acts bossy, really thinking everyone is afraid of her.

After a round of toasts, Duan Baiting had already drunk no less than three cups.

After finally getting away from the elders, Xi Yang glanced around, hesitated for a few seconds, and sighed.

"I was wondering who would be better if these two pampered young ladies met. I didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon."

Duan Baiting looked at him, as if he didn't understand.

Xi Yang raised his chin towards the front: "Here."

Duan Baiting looked in the direction he pointed and paused for a moment.

Song Wanyue was in a stalemate with someone at this time.

And the person sitting opposite her was Xi Yang's legal wife.