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Song Wanyue is a vixen, very good at seducing people.

She knew that even if Duan Baiting was angry, he wouldn't really do anything to her.

At most, I would just be a little rough with her in bed and use a little more force.

Duan Baiting didn't say much, just asked, "Really?"

in an extremely flat tone.

Every time she mentioned this to him, he would just answer with a simple "Really?"

Song Wanyue held his face with both hands, trying to see him clearly.

But the man who was always reserved and self-restrained now had undisguised jealousy in his eyes.

Her smile was like a pear branch swaying in the autumn wind.

But she pretended to be embarrassed: "It seems difficult to decide. Although Tingting is very handsome, Daniel Wu when he was young seems... um."

Duan Baiting couldn't listen anymore and directly blocked the second half of her sentence with his mouth.

She was pushed back onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress. As if punishing her, the man kissed her fiercely.

He bit her lips, causing her to feel pain and open her lips. He took advantage of the gap and pushed his tongue in.

And entangled her tongue again.

Song Wanyue felt hurt when she was bitten, and a hint of red appeared at the corners of her eyes. He was whimpering and unable to speak, and could only sob and cry softly.

I feel very aggrieved.

Duan Baiting bit the person so hard that it hurt him, but he felt heartache first and then licked the person slowly.

Only when he heard the comfort in her crying voice did he take the next step.

----

Fortunately, it didn't take too long. He still remembered that tomorrow was Song Wanyue's first day to report to the new company.

If it's too late, with her personality, she will definitely be late.

Song Wanyue was tired, so he carried her to the bathroom and washed her carefully from inside to outside. He wiped the water stains off his body and then carried him back to bed.

She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, mumbling in her sleep, saying that she liked Tingting and loved Tingting very much.

Duan Baiting took off his clothes and prepared to take a shower.

Hearing her words, his movements paused slightly. He leaned down slightly and came to the side of the bed.

There was a smile on his lips, but his face remained expressionless.

You can't even pretend to be real.

This acting is so poor.

Duan Baiting remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

Perhaps because she waited for a long time without any response and thought he didn't hear her, Song Wanyue turned over and continued to mutter in her sleep.

In short, I said all the words I could to express my love.

Duan Baiting just listened in silence.

Song Wanyue finally couldn't bear it anymore and opened her eyes. Just happened to meet his dark eyes.

It's like a bottomless cliff.

Seeing her angry face, Duan Baiting chuckled: "Have you said enough?"

She said viciously: "Enough!"

Duan Baiting covered her with the quilt: "I haven't heard enough. Say more."

The tone of his voice made it clear that he was deliberately teasing her.

Song Wanyue was almost mad. She rushed over, grabbed one of his arms and started biting it.

However, this man was full of muscles, and after biting for a long time, I didn't hurt him, but my own teeth were hurt instead.

With tears in her eyes, she acted pitiful and said she had a toothache.

Duan Baiting pried open her mouth with his fingers and took a look at her teeth: "Maybe it's inflamed again. I'll call Shang Heng tomorrow and ask him to take another look at you."

Ever since he pulled out two of her wisdom teeth, she has become more afraid of Shang Heng.

My teeth start to ache whenever I mention him.

The shadow of the last tooth extraction had not yet passed, so she immediately sat up straight and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore." She

sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a quilt.

Only a face is revealed.

The face just after taking a shower is white, tender and smooth, and the eyes are clear, like a pool of clear spring.

Duan Baiting put her back on the bed: "Okay, go to bed early."

Song Wanyue liked to tease Duan Baiting when he was serious.

This man was like a memory sponge. No matter whether he was happy or gentle in the last second, he would return to his usual serious state in the next second.

No wonder those people were afraid of him.

Who wouldn't be afraid of such a person who has a blank expression all day long?

It was just that she was attracted by his beauty. If he hadn't been good-looking, she would never have slept with him when she first married him.

Song Wanyue showed a pair of eyes from under the quilt: "They say that when a man is drunk, his thing can't stand up."

As she said this, she deliberately glanced at him.

Just finished, still sleeping.

But through the cotton home pants, you can still see the extremely obvious outline.

He noticed her gaze and pulled the quilt over her entire face: "Then try again?"

It was obviously a very ambiguous statement, but he said it in such a casual tone.

Suddenly the artistic conception was gone.

Song Wanyue was buried in the quilt, and her humming was a little muffled.

"What a boring and stinky man."

He patted her shoulder through the quilt: "Go to bed quickly. You have to report to the office tomorrow."

When this was mentioned, Song Wanyue remembered.

Yes, it's the first day after all, and I have to leave a good impression on my new colleagues. You must not be late.

Song Wanyue stuck her head out and adjusted her posture.

Before going to bed, she did not forget to ask him: "Duan Baiting, old people like me, children like me, not to mention people of my age. So many people like me, do you feel a sense of crisis?"

He had already stood up, took out his pajamas from the closet, and prepared to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

After hearing what she said, he didn't answer, but asked back: "Do you like them?"

She was used to saying nice things to make him happy, and at that moment she just shook her head without even thinking.

"I only like you."

He didn't turn around, so Song Wanyue could only see his back.

She couldn't see what expression he had at the moment, but Song Wanyue concluded that he must be in a good mood at the moment.

This is how he is. The better his mood, the more relaxed his expression becomes.

Just as Duan Baiting thought, the next morning, Duan Baiting came to call her after he had packed up.

Song Wanyue stayed in bed and refused to get up. She dazedly stretched out a finger from under the quilt.

"Ten minutes. I'll sleep for the last ten minutes."

Duan Baiting didn't waste any more time talking to her. He just pointed the watch on his wrist at her and let her see what time it was.

She was stunned, still in a daze, halfway through awakening.

Until someone pulled him out from under the quilt and carried him directly into the bathroom.

The place where she works now is not Tanyi, so she doesn't have him to help her open the back door.

She complained in her heart that the way he woke people up was not gentle at all.

She squeezed toothpaste onto the toothbrush, put it in her mouth, and looked up at the man next to her.

He was wearing a meticulously crafted black suit, which fit him well. He was tall, had long legs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, like a walking clothes rack.

At this moment, he was leaning against the door with his arms folded, looking at her calmly with indifferent eyes.

Song Wanyue was slow in everything she did, even when washing herself.

Duan Baiting didn't rush her, but just occasionally looked down at his watch.

By the time she had washed and changed her clothes, there was no longer enough time for her to slowly sit down at the dining table and enjoy her breakfast.

So Duan Baiting took a sandwich and a boiled egg from the table.

Bring it with you and let her eat it on the way.

Duan Baiting is a very picky person and has severe mysophobia.

He doesn't like strange smells in his car, so he never eats in the car and doesn't allow anyone to eat in his car.

Song Wanyue was sitting in the passenger seat at this time, with her seat belt buckled diagonally in front of her, biting her sandwich in small bites.

The firm where she worked was not far from Tanyi, and it was along the same road for a long time.

But Xiao He said that since Song Wanyue left, Mr. Duan rarely went to talk to her.

The company's operations seem to have returned to their original scale, with directors running the business.

Tan Yi was never the focus of Duan Baiting's development, it was just a subsidiary under his name.

Xiao He also said: "In my opinion, the reason why Mr. Duan came to talk every day before must be because of you."

Song Wanyue sounded very pleasant to the ears, and she felt relieved.

No wonder not long after he entered Tanyi, this big boss who rarely shows up started to take charge every day.

Xiao He seemed to be particularly dependent on her. When she was still in the company, he chatted with her all day long.

Now that his address has changed, he chats with her on the phone.

They talked about everything, including how uncomfortable her colleagues in the department were after she left.

Also talked about his own personal affairs.

[Xiao He: I'm going to meet her parents in a few days. I'm a little nervous and don't know what to say. 】

Does this guy really regard her as a love advisor?

[Song Wanyue: Answer whatever is asked and speak more nicely.] Remember to buy some expensive gifts when you go there. No matter whether they are practical or not, just buy the most expensive ones. It should give people the feeling that this thing is very expensive at first glance. 】

【Xiao He: I understand. 】

Song Wanyue locked her phone and complained in her heart that if she continued asking, she would charge her.

Duan Baiting saw that she had been staring at her phone since just now. When turning the steering wheel, he casually asked, "Whose message are you replying to?"

Song Wanyue: "Xiao He. The one you've met, the one who interned in the company with me."

Duan Baiting remembered that he was very close to Song Wanyue when they were dating.

Other than that, he had no other memories of him.

I don't even have an impression of what he looks like. Although they seemed to have met no less than five times.

Duan Baiting actually has a very good memory, but he never wastes it on useless people and useless things.

Song Wanyue went on to say, "He had a successful blind date some time ago, and recently he and the girl have reached the stage of meeting her parents, so he came to ask me what to do."

Hearing her words, Duan Baiting's brows relaxed.

"Really?" Still in a nonchalant tone.

Song Wanyue didn't notice anything was wrong. She really didn't want to eat the eggs, so she finished them reluctantly with only half of the sandwich left. She just happened to arrive at the place.

She pretended to put the eggs into her bag and said she would eat them when she got to the company.

Duan Baiting locked the car door calmly and was not in a hurry to leave: "There is still time, let's go after eating."

Song Wanyue: "..."

Song Wanyue sighed in her heart as her little thoughts were seen through.

It really proves what Shizuka said before.

She was under Duan Baiting's control.

She ate the egg white with great reluctance. She couldn't eat the egg yolk inside. She kissed Duan Baiting twice before getting his nod and fed him the egg yolk.

Today is my first day reporting here. As expected of a top firm in the industry, it gives people a unique feeling.

She saw many familiar faces here, almost all of whom she had seen on the news or in classes before.

The industry's top talents.

Song Wanyue felt a spontaneous admiration for him.

In the first few days after she arrived, she just got familiar with the work environment and there was nothing assigned to her.

A lawyer named Huang brought her coffee several times and said, "I've read your case before. Although it was a bit aggressive, overall it was very good."

Song Wanyue was naturally happy to be praised by her senior.

She thanked me with a smile, her eyebrows slightly curved, sweet and a little delicate.

Lawyer Huang was silent for a while, then said, "You are quite different in person than in the video."

She blinked, a little confused by his words.

On video? What does she look like in the video?

At this time, Song Wanyue didn't know that her gentle and graceful image in Lawyer Huang's eyes was shattered.

In the video playback, she spoke in an elegant and logical manner, and her low bun made her look calm and elegant.

In reality, it is another image.

A noble young lady who is gorgeous and graceful, yet elegant and graceful.

Although the previous video was a big hit on the Internet for a while, Internet trends always come in waves.

When this gust of wind passes, when the next gust of wind comes, it will blow away the previous one without a trace.

What's more, Duan Baiting had someone clean it up specially, so there was no trace left.

So in the eyes of those people in the law firm, Song Wanyue was just a newcomer.

Apart from that unforgettable beautiful face, she seemed to have left nothing behind.

It was lunch time, she had just finished her meal and was about to lie down at her workstation to have a good rest.

A message came into the phone.

A photo sent by Duan Baiting.

She reached out and clicked it, but the network connection was not very good and it took a while to buffer before the full picture appeared.

She looked at the person in the selfie. It was an ordinary face, even a little ugly.

Thinking that Duan Baiting had sent the wrong message, she replied with a "question mark".

And asked him, "Who is this?"

I held the phone and waited for a while before receiving a reply.

——Daniel Wu when he was young.

......

......

Song Wanyue fell silent.

It seems that she and Grandma Gu are heading in both directions. She said Grandma Gu looked like she was in her thirties or forties at the age of seventy, and Grandma Gu said her grandson looked like a young Daniel Wu.

How can it not be considered a two-way journey?

Two-way deception is also a type of two-way running.

-Song

Wanyue becomes a trainee lawyer again, working under Lawyer Jiang.

I've been following him on some cases recently.

He took on a divorce case in which he was fighting for child custody and marital property.

I have been busy organizing files and writing materials these days.

In the afternoon, Roman came to inform me that I would go to Jiweizhai to meet a client in the evening.

The other party has a very important background, a kind of identity that cannot be disclosed, and the case commissioned this time is also special.

Jiweizhai, Song Wanyue knew it.

That place is not very eye-catching and is not even on the Black Pearl List.

However, the entry threshold is extremely high, and you may not be able to get a number even if you make an appointment half a month in advance.

It looks ordinary from the outside, just a Chinese-style house with green bamboos planted in the yard all year round.

There is a stone in the middle with the words "Virtue carries all things" written on it.

It is extremely private and a great place to talk about things.

Anyone who comes here is not a simple person.

Although Roman is one of the partners of the firm, given his ability, he still has to be honest and make an appointment half a month in advance.

This time I was able to dine here thanks to that customer.

No need to go through the process, just make a phone call and the private room can be arranged directly.

I heard that the room next door is the highest grade, but unfortunately someone with more reputation than this customer got there first.

The work in the law firm was different from before. Song Wanyue no longer spent all day on dressing up like she did when she was in Tan Yishi.

Instead, try to make yourself look more mature.

She put a lot of effort into her outfit, a glossy white shirt with a pearl collar, a black high-waisted fishtail skirt, and a pair of eight-centimeter stilettos.

The makeup is very light. Wearing makeup is basic etiquette when going out.

Today's meal is authentic Chinese food, prepared according to the standards of a state banquet.

Squirrel fish, Wensi tofu, Buddha jumps over the wall and Dongpo pork.

Not to mention the signature dish here, Peking duck.

The taste is quite authentic, with a real local flavor.

The chef must have been hired at a high price, the food tastes very good.

Even Song Wanyue, who grew up in the South, thought it was delicious.

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere began to liven up a bit.

I don't know if these big shots are used to "walking on a tightrope" in their daily lives, but when they speak, they usually reveal three-tenths of what they know and leave seven-tenths unsaid.

Song Wanyue inexplicably thought of Duan Baiting, and he was the same.

His words were circuitous and his tone and features were so dull that it was impossible to guess what he was really thinking.

No wonder those people say behind his back that he is very cunning.

From a lawyer's perspective, Song Wanyue felt that if Duan Baiting were on the opposite side of her, she would have no confidence in winning the case.

After all, this person has planned everything out and won't easily leave any room for gossip.

Song Wanyue's distraction was interrupted by a gentle question asked with a smile. The man across the table looked to be in his fifties, about the same age as Song Wanyue's father.

At this time, he asked her with a smile: "I heard that Miss Song is from Shanghai, so are you used to eating the local food of North City?"

Song Wanyue didn't expect that the big guys would take the time to care about a small follower like her when they were talking about serious business.

He nodded: "It's a habit to eat it, it's delicious."

Although the smile was shallow, it was sincere only for people of this age.

The man had a daughter who was the same age as her, so there was more kindness in his smile.

I just saw her sitting alone, bored and distracted, so I asked her casually so that she wouldn't feel left out.

Roman smiled and said, "She's been living here for almost two years, she should be used to the food."

The soup was wild red mushroom soup, which was served last.

Song Wanyue was losing interest and had little interest in the finale soup.

Ever since the last time a Chinese doctor took her pulse and said that her qi and blood were a little weak, Aunt Qin often made this soup for her.

At first I thought it tasted delicious and I quite liked it. But no matter how delicious something is, you will get tired of it if you eat too much.

Seeing that she didn't move the spoon, the man smiled and said, "I guess you're not used to this soup."

Song Wanyue also smiled, but didn't say anything in the end.

You can't just say that she drank too much and is tired of drinking.

This is a bit too Versailles.

The two chatted about some business matters at the dinner, and Song Wanyue was silently taking notes beside them.

In fact, the commission is not big, but because it is a private matter and the other party has a special identity, I don't want others to know about it.

As the man spoke, he slowly lit a cigarette.

Song Wanyue was choked and turned her head away to hold back her cough.

He glanced at his secretary, who immediately lit one for Roman as well.

This cigarette is unbranded and cannot be bought outside. The man smiled and said, "Try a puff and see if it's strong enough."

Roman took a puff and smiled while holding the cigarette, "It's okay, not very strong."

The man flicked off the ash and said, "I'm old, so I can't smoke too strong. I cough a lot."

Although the box was large, there were several people smoking at one table. Song Wanyue felt as if she was living in a chimney.

She endured it and didn't say anything.

So, work can indeed improve a person's temper.

So she found an excuse and said she was going to the bathroom, thinking of going out for some fresh air.

As soon as you leave the box, there is a long corridor outside and you can reach the exit by walking straight.

Direct access to the yard.

At night, the small fountain next to the rockery in the yard is illuminated by soft lights, giving a feeling of a fairyland shrouded in clouds and mist.

Song Wanyue was about to walk over there when the door of the box in front opened.

I just heard Roman mention that this box is reserved for top VIP guests.

Even the big shot they were hosting was far from qualified.

Song Wanyue was still curious about who the distinguished guest was. When she looked closely, she saw a man coming out with a cigarette box and a cigarette in his mouth that he had not yet lit.

He was wearing a straight and textured black suit and gold-rimmed glasses. Under the dim light, his fair skin looked cool.

Many times when you can't see a person's face clearly, their figure and temperament can basically determine the basic impression of that person.

Song Wanyue was not in a hurry to go over. She watched the man lower his head and light a cigarette.

The light is too dim and I can't see his face clearly. The outline is somewhat familiar,

the privacy here is good, and the sound insulation is also good. At that moment, apart from the sound of the wind outside the house, there was almost no noise.

Therefore, the friction sound of the lighter's grinding wheel is particularly obvious in the night.

Song Wanyue looked at the man in front of her from top to bottom and from bottom to top purely out of appreciation.

Long legs, slim waist, straight and broad shoulders.

The back hem of the American suit has a single slit, revealing the curve of the waist and hips.

This butt must feel great.

Song Wanyue's gaze lingered for a moment, then she shook her head frantically.

She is already a married woman, how can she stare at other men's butts? It is so obscene and she is not letting her Tingting down!

She took a deep breath and was about to go out.

Perhaps he heard the noise behind him, the man walking in front with a leisurely pace looked back.

Song Wanyue naturally met his gaze.

The man had a cigarette in the corner of his lips, and his eyes were a little cold, which matched the winter night. After three rounds of drinking, there was a hint of drunkenness in his eyes.

But this level of drunkenness was obviously just tipsy for him.

The whole person is awake.

It was also because of his drunkenness that he revealed his usual disguise of restraint, his temper became low and his face looked cold.

Look, he is a very difficult person to approach.

Song Wanyue was not frightened by his eyes. Instead, she opened her eyes wide, and after being stunned for a few seconds, she happily threw herself into the man's arms.

"Why are you here?"

After seeing the appearance of the person in his arms, the man's eyes instantly warmed up.

His tone was not high either: "Come here and have a meal."

When he went out this morning, he told her in advance that he had a dinner party tonight and would be back very late, so he asked her not to wait and to go to bed first.

He looked at the closed door of the box in front of him and asked knowingly, "What about you?"

Song Wanyue said proudly, "There is a very important case and I am one of the participants. I came here to discuss it today."

She spoke ambiguously, as if she were a lawyer. In fact, he is just a person responsible for doing miscellaneous tasks.

Duan Baiting smelled the cigarette on her body, and it was not from the cigarette in his hand.

He frowned slightly and looked towards the box in front.

He then put out the cigarette and waved his hand beside her, trying to get rid of the smell as soon as possible.

He laughed lightly and praised her, "You're so awesome."

"Of course." She was very proud, but after showing off, she remembered something. She raised her head from his arms unhappily, "Didn't you promise me to quit smoking?"

He didn't make excuses, but just said, "I've been stuffy in there for a long time, so I came out to smoke a cigarette and get some fresh air."

Song Wanyue complained, "I came out to get some fresh air, too. Everyone in the box is smoking, and I'm like a range hood, sitting there inhaling secondhand smoke."

Because she was not very happy, her cheeks puffed up when she spoke.

Like a hamster with a full store of food.

The road here was narrow, and Duan Baiting took her outside to avoid blocking other people's way.

It was winter, there were no mosquitoes at night, and even the croaking of frogs could not be heard.

Occasionally, the wind blows, and the bamboo leaves sway, making a rustling sound.

Fortunately, she remembered to wear a coat when she came out, so she wasn't cold. She saw Duan Baiting staring at her.

She stretched out her hand curiously and waved it in front of him: "Why are you staring at me? Are you drunk?"

"Yeah, I'm a little drunk." He didn't deny it. It was obvious that the wine was like water to him. He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I kind of want to kiss you."

He stopped an inch away from her.

The two people's warm breaths mingled together, and the temperature around them seemed to have risen a lot.

There must have been some incense burning in the box he was in, and he also had a smell on him, similar to that of wet wood.

It is light yet cool.

It is somewhat consistent with his personality.

Song Wanyue understood what he meant, smiled, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

A kiss that's just enough. Kiss once, then leave, then lean in and kiss again, then leave.

He even deliberately made some noise while kissing.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

As they kissed, he smiled: "You rubbed my mouth with saliva."

Song Wanyue's face turned red instantly. She saw that his lips were a little moist, but where did the saliva come from?

She snorted, and before she could say "you're talking nonsense", her shoulders were pressed and she was pushed against the wall.

He bent down and bowed his head.

That kiss was completely opposite to Song Wanyue's.

Silent, but profound.

So deep that he seemed to want to put his tongue down her throat.

Although this place is remote, people still pass by occasionally.

Every time Song Wanyue heard a sound, her heart beat faster for fear of being discovered.

Fortunately, Duan Baiting was tall and big enough to completely wrap her in his shadow.

It was covered tightly.

The hands on his waist tightly grasped his coat.

The neatly ironed suit wrinkled in her palm.

The mature man in formal attire had a cool and restrained temperament, and he looked like the spotless white snow on the mountain.

But doing this kind of thing at this time.

When Duan Baiting finally left her mouth, Song Wanyue said breathlessly: "I'm going to complain later that you sneaked out from work to kiss a woman."

He nodded, and even asked her considerately: "Do you need me to take you in? We are all here."

Song Wanyue was speechless by his question. She was just talking nonsense, how could she really go.

She didn't want to stay here any longer, in case he was still drunk and wanted to kiss her again.

He kissed me so hard, sucking and biting me. Her mouth is still numb.

Song Wanyue said, "I'll go back first."

She went up the stairs and walked towards the corridor. Halfway down the corridor, she ran into Roman who was coming out.

To his side was the man, and behind him were his secretary and assistant.

I think we're done talking about it.

Seeing Song Wanyue, Roman asked her, "Did you take so long in the bathroom?"

Song Wanyue hesitated. She came from outside and the bathroom was in the opposite direction, so she couldn't lie.

The man smiled and tried to smooth things over: "It's normal for young people to be restless and go out for a walk."

Roman nodded and also smiled: "Don't be absent-minded during work, don't do it again. Remember to organize the materials when you go back today and give them to me tomorrow."

With just one sentence, she lost face twice in front of Duan Baiting.

The remarks she had used to accuse Duan Baiting were now used against her by her superior.

He just made a bold statement, saying that he was one of the participants in this case.

Roman's second half of the sentence exposed him again.

He is just a small assistant who helps out.

She pursed her lips, hoping against hope that Duan Baiting might have already gone in.

When she turned around, she saw the man leaning against the wall with his arms folded, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Looking at her.

Song Wanyue: "..."

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