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When the man saw Duan Baiting, his eyes lit up and he hurried over to greet him with a smile: "Nephew Duan."

His tone was natural and familiar, as if they had known each other for many years.

Duan Baiting stood up straight and nodded politely: "Uncle Wang."

The man surnamed Wang said: "Are you here to eat?"

"Yes, I have a dinner party."

Next to him was the door to the private room, and one could roughly guess what the scene was like inside.

I was just thinking that there was someone in the next box, but I didn't know who it was.

Now I understand.

He looked at the secretary next to him again, and this time he personally handed him the cigarette.

He walked forward with a smile: "You young people should like this cigarette."

Duan Baiting glanced at Song Wanyue, just smiled and didn't respond: "I'm trying to quit smoking recently."

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and took back the cigarette: "It's good to quit smoking, smoking is harmful to your health."

Duan Baiting is quite good at disguising, that smile is just on the surface, a faint layer.

In meetings between the big guys, Roman had to stand aside, not to mention Song Wanyue.

In fact, she really didn't like meeting Duan Baiting in such occasions, as she felt as if she was inferior to him.

Judging from the situation, it's not just one level lower, but several levels lower.

It's obvious that she is the boss at home and has the final say.

Roman obviously saw the look between the two of them just now, especially the look when Song Wanyue turned back. Duan Baiting smiled faintly at her.

Although it is unclear who this person is, judging from Mr. Wang's attitude towards him, it is obvious that he is not a simple person.

Mr. Wang naturally noticed it and asked Duan Baiting: "Do you know him?"

Duan Baiting smiled and did not answer directly. Instead, he looked at Song Wanyue with a meaningful smile and asked her, "Do you know him?"

It was obvious that this person was teasing her, and Song Wanyue rolled her eyes in her heart. Her

tone was cold and stiff: "I don't know him!"

Duan Baiting nodded and replied: "That means I don't know him."

These thought-provoking words had a hint of flirting.

Roman remained expressionless, but he was actually thinking to himself.

Fortunately, they didn't stay long. After leaving here, Roman said it was getting late and this place was remote, so he drove Song Wanyue back.

As for Mr. Wang, he came with a driver.

Already left.

The elderly cannot stay up late and easily become anxious. Especially since I just drank tea.

Song Wanyue looked down at her phone. The message was sent by Duan Baiting three minutes ago.

——Wait for me, let's go back together.

So when faced with Roman's kindness, she smiled and refused: "Thank you, Zhou Lu, but I still have something to do, you go back first."

Roman didn't force her, and smiled: "Then I'll go first, you be careful."

Watching him get on the back seat of the car, Song Wanyue symbolically waved her hand. No matter whether the man in the car saw it or not.

After seeing him off, Song Wanyue relaxed a little.

Although she had interned at Duan Baiting's company before, the two feelings were completely different.

Perhaps because the former was Duan Baiting's property, she felt relaxed as if she were returning to her own home.

Even if she did something wrong, she knew that the big boss Duan Baiting would give her a back door.

But now it's different, she has to be extremely alert.

He patted his face and forced himself to wake up.

It's getting late now, and Mr. Wang is so old, but he can still drink so well.

He drank from eight to ten, but he didn't seem drunk.

Song Wanyue wanted to go inside and wait, but she didn't know when Duan Baiting would finish.

As soon as I turned around, I saw a man coming out.

His coat was draped over his arm and his tie was slightly loosened.

The moonlight spread along the road, so calmly that it seemed as if one was walking on the moon, and all the coldness around him was washed away.

Song Wanyue blinked, and when he came closer, she smelled the alcohol on him: "Have you been drinking?"

When she saw him just now, the smell of alcohol on him was not so strong.

He smiled, put his slender fingers on the tie, hooked the bow tie and pulled it left and right.

Perhaps they felt it was too restrictive: "I want to leave early, but you forced me to have another drink."

Song Wanyue said indignantly: "Did they force you?"

Seeing her angry expression, Duan Baiting felt funny.

Whether it is forced or not is just some joke at the dinner table.

But he didn't explain, and leaned on her shoulder, looking drunk and unable to walk steadily. As he spoke, the hot breath burned her ears: "Want to help me vent my anger?"

Song Wanyue naturally wanted to say in a domineering manner: "Yes."

But when she thought about it carefully, she didn't have the ability to vent his anger for him.

Finally, he sighed and patted his back lovingly: "Are you feeling better?"

Duan Baiting's alcohol tolerance was not that bad. He just drank one more glass of beer.

The strong smell of alcohol was caused by staying in the box for too long.

He held his forehead with his hand and said, "I may not be able to drive. I didn't bring a driver today."

Song Wanyue said, "I'll drive."

Song Wanyue familiarized herself with the silver-gray Aston Martin in advance, and then slowly started the car.

Duan Baiting's cars are all very business-style, which fits his mature and stable personality.

Song Wanyue is different. She doesn't care about anything and never cares about performance, as long as it looks good.

The supercars I drove before had such low chassis that they couldn't be driven on slightly bumpy roads, and I had to find a tow truck to tow them.

On average, there are four or five bumps in a month.

Or maybe she is just timid and drives carefully, otherwise her life would be in vain.

I drove extremely carefully today as well, holding the steering wheel with both hands and looking very serious.

He stared at the road ahead intently, his back straight.

Duan Baiting sat in a relaxed posture on the passenger seat, raised his hand to support his forehead, and looked at her sideways.

Whenever a car leaves her, she will definitely frown. Sudden braking is not uncommon.

He even stopped the car halfway and got out to dry heave a few times.

Duan Baiting, who had been drinking, had to pat her on the back and pass her water.

He thought it was funny, but seeing how miserable she was, he felt a little distressed.

"Take a break. I'll call the driver."

Song Wanyue finished drinking the water and said stubbornly: "No, I'm just driving. I just ate too much greasy food today and I feel a little nauseous."

Duan Baiting recalled today's menu, which was all light food.

Seeing through her thoughts, he did not expose her. Instead, he took a towel and carefully wiped away the water stains left on her lips after she rinsed her mouth.

"Wait a moment," he said.

Song Wanyue nodded.

There was a flower bed next to them, and Duan Baiting spread his coat on it for her to sit on.

He stood aside.

Knowing that he was a germaphobe, Song Wanyue moved aside to make some space for him: "You sit down too."

He shook his head: "You sit down, I'll stand for a while."

Song Wanyue didn't say anything.

After thinking about it, she felt that she should explain it to him.

"I am an indispensable part. Without the materials I organized, they would not be able to carry out the subsequent work at all."

It was a very incoherent sentence, and even Duan Baiting was silent for a while.

After a moment's reaction, she was still brooding over what had just happened.

The night lights are not that bright. This place is remote and not a busy place.

The street lamps obviously had not received regular maintenance, and the filaments seemed to be covered with a thick layer of dust.

One sits, the other stands.

She looked up at him with a righteous look on her face.

Duan Baiting nodded and continued with her words: "Well, it is indeed very important."

Song Wanyue was happy and no longer felt uncomfortable in her stomach. She patted her legs and stood up: "Okay, I've had a good rest."

This time he drove much more steadily than before, and it was obvious that he was still affected by his mood.

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In the evening, Song Wanyue was tidying up in the study, and Duan Baiting took a book and read it beside her to keep her company.

Song Wanyue asked him to go to bed first, but he shook his head: "It's okay, I'm not sleepy yet."

Song Wanyue smiled: "You can't leave me like this?"

He didn't say anything this time. He turned the book to the place where the bookmark was, and reminded her: "It's eleven o'clock."

Song Wanyue was surprised to find it was so late, and she didn't have the time to continue teasing him. She threw her whole heart into her work.

I finished tidying up at one o'clock and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. I didn't even have the energy to take a shower.

She reeked of cigarettes and alcohol tonight, and I was worried that she would have trouble sleeping.

Duan Baiting took off her clothes and wiped her body.

The next morning, she woke up early enough and got out of bed on her own without Duan Baiting calling her.

Went straight into the bathroom.

Song Wanyue loves cleanliness, and not taking a shower for a night is like torture for her.

Not to mention after a social event.

Duan Baiting came up after washing up, but there was no one on the bed and the sound of water was heard in the bathroom.

The woman's graceful figure is reflected in the frosted glass door. At this time, I am rubbing and scrubbing my hair.

The weather becomes cold after winter, and Aunt Qin always reminds Song Wanyue to wear more clothes when going out.

She is weak and loves to be beautiful. She thinks wearing thick clothes will make her look bloated and ugly.

Always a base layer and a coat. Sometimes I even wear a thin dress underneath my coat.

Ever since she had a fever last time, Duan Baiting would touch her collar with his hand every time she went out.

Count how many she's wearing.

If there was one less, she would definitely ask her to go upstairs and get another one.

The attitude is tough and does not tolerate any arguments. Whenever

Song Wanyue and Jingxiang talked about these things, they always couldn't help but complain: "My parents don't control me as much as he does. I thought that after getting married, at least I would be free and no one would control me. But what happened?"

Jingxiang recently found a job to pass the time and worked as a designer in a jewelry company. This was her major in college. It can be considered a return to the old business.

After listening to Song Wanyue's complaints, she snorted and laughed: "Complaining openly and showing affection secretly? Song Wanyue, your methods are getting more and more sophisticated."

It was lunch time and Song Wanyue couldn't sleep, so she called Shizuka to chat.

After hearing her words, she smiled sweetly, but still retorted stubbornly: "No, I'm really annoyed. That coat is the one we bought in Paris last week. I wanted to wear it today, but Duan Baiting said it was too thin and asked me to change into another one before he let me go out."

Jingxiang found it incredible after hearing this: "That coat is cold in autumn, and you want to wear it out in winter?"

Song Wanyue muttered: "It's beautiful."

Jingxiang shook her head: "You are hopeless."

Song Wanyue has been like this since she was a child, and she does whatever she wants. Her family can be said to dote on her.

So I just turned a blind eye to many things and let her do whatever she wanted.

Now there is someone who can cure her.

"You need to change your bad habits."

After hearing what Jingxiang said, Song Wanyue felt aggrieved: "Well, you have already started to stand on Duan Baiting's side."

Jingxiang hurriedly turned back to coax her: "I will definitely stand on your side unconditionally."

"Huh, that's better."

After talking about his own affairs, he started to care about her affairs again. Song Wanyue asked Jingxiang: "How are you and your high school teacher?"

Jingxiang got a headache when she mentioned this. She said she was looking for excuses and was wondering when the relationship broke up.

Song Wanyue was curious: "Is he not good to you?"

"If he was not good to me, I wouldn't have such a headache and I would have kicked him out long ago. It's because he is too good to me." It's a long story and Shizuka couldn't tell all the details. She only said, "I just wanted to have fun with him, but it turned out that he started considering getting married. He even gave me his bank card." "

A practical man, a good guy." Song Wanyue gave her evaluation after listening.

Shizuka just doesn't like this. She seeks excitement and can't get used to the dull life.

She paused and changed the subject: "The New Year is coming soon. Will you go back to Shanghai this year?"

Song Wanyue thought of how Duan Baiting stayed here alone last year to take care of the ancestor worship, and hesitated for a moment: "Not sure."

Jingxiang didn't ask any more questions. After all, she was married, so it was normal for her to stay here for the New Year.

After lunch break and phone call, Song Wanyue devoted herself to work again.

During that period, Song Wanyue was very busy every day because of that case.

After returning home, I have to continue organizing the materials.

Duan Baiting has passed the busiest period, and the subsequent matters will be taken care of by specialized people.

But he had many reasons to stay in the study. For example, reading.

In the huge study, half-burned incense is incense, which is light, cool and calming.

Song Wanyue felt a headache when she looked at the key points of the clauses.

She put down her pen and pressed her temple.

Although he was reading a book, his attention was all on Song Wanyue.

Even this subtle movement still attracted Duan Baiting's attention.

He closed the book and put it aside.

He stood up and walked behind her, found the acupuncture point, and pressed it gently for her.

"Here?"

Song Wanyue was like a rabbit with its lifeline grasped. She didn't move, just sat there obediently and let him massage her.

"Yeah, my waist hurts a little too."

Duan Baiting pressed her from the back of her neck to the back of her waist.

Song Wanyue felt that the fatigue all over her body seemed to be gradually draining away from her body during his movements.

She put her hands on the table and rested her head on them. Her waist and back naturally slumped, and the hip line wrapped in her nightgown became more and more obvious.

S-shape.

From time to time, an involuntary sigh emanated from his throat.

"It's very comfortable, Tingting." "You are so good, um..." "Be gentle, it's too strong."

She didn't understand how powerful these suggestive words were when she spoke them in this tone.

Duan Baiting's already deep eyes darkened a few shades further. He continued massaging her calmly.

With her hands naturally sliding down her waist and back, Song Wanyue opened her eyes.

Look back at him.

He was wearing a thin black sweater, which made his skin look cool, but his whole body was warm.

His eyes and brows were clear, as if they had also been washed by the cold wind and drizzle outside the window.

Every time Song Wanyue saw his face, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart at the magic of the Creator.

Duan Baiting naturally noticed the hint of surprise in her eyes after the daze.

He wanted to laugh a little, and put a little force on his palm: "Here, is it comfortable?"

The position of the hand and the strange feeling it brought made Song Wanyue speechless.

I felt that his slightly hoarse voice at this moment was a little too bewitching, like a bewitching male vixen. But the emotion in his eyes was so dull.

Instead, Song Wanyue felt that she was overthinking.

How could there be such a calm and composed male vixen?

She blushed and looked away, without saying anything, but just nodded.

Since it was comfortable, he continued to press her.

The force is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and the fingers are slightly bent. Use the knuckles to press against it and gently push it inwards.

She couldn't help it, even though she buried her face in her arms, a slight hum still escaped her.

Gentle and graceful.

She felt even more ashamed and could only pray in her heart that Duan Baiting didn't hear it.

But a man's light laugh came from behind her: "So sensitive."

She pursed her lips: "It's obviously you...you did it on purpose."

He asked knowingly: "What on purpose?"

Song Wanyue stopped talking.

Duan Baiting let go of her hand, hooked a chair over with his foot, and sat down next to her.

"Okay, get on with your work."

He felt that if he pressed the button a few more times, she might not be able to finish her work today.

Song Wanyue panted heavily: "I'm hungry."

He glanced at the dishes and chopsticks on the coffee table in front of him that had not been cleared away in time: "Didn't we just finish eating?"

"I'm hungry again." Song Wanyue didn't lie. She covered her flat belly without any fat and said aggrievedly, "Work is very physically demanding."

Duan Baiting actually wanted to say that it was so late, don't eat too much, your stomach will feel uncomfortable.

But it was rare that she took the initiative to say that she was hungry, and Duan Baiting couldn't say anything to object.

Finally, he came downstairs, rolled up his sleeves, and cooked soup for her.

Afraid that she would not be able to digest the food if it was too late, Duan Baiting cooked soup for her and steamed a small bowl of egg custard.

Aunt Qin hadn't slept yet. When she saw him start the fire, she came over and said, "Let me do it."

Duan Baiting politely declined, "You go and rest, I'll do it."

Aunt Qin listened and smiled, "Wanyue is hungry?"

He would not ask others to do it only when it was related to Song Wanyue.

Duan Baiting beat two eggs into a bowl, added a little salt and warm water.

Nodded: "Yeah."

Sure enough.

Aunt Qin stayed in the Duan family for a long time. Although he went abroad at a very young age, she watched him grow up year by year.

I know his character very well.

Before, outsiders always said that he was cruel to others, but in fact, he was not that good to himself either.

Things like cooking for yourself when you're hungry late at night would never happen.

Aunt Qin smiled and said, "I'm afraid she won't be happy if we only do this."

Duan Baiting put the bowl into the steamer, and he felt a headache when he mentioned Song Wanyue.

He is not very tall, but he is quite rebellious.

He is disobedient and likes to confront others. Even though I know that I have a bad stomach, I still love to eat foods that irritate my stomach.

Aunt Qin was laughing again. In the two years since Song Wanyue got married, the family has become more humane, and Duan Baiting has also become popular.

I used to feel that although he owned a lot of properties, he didn't seem to consider any of them as his home.

It can also be said that no place is his real home.

Even the "bird without feet" has to rest occasionally, but he doesn't even have a place to belong.

Aunt Qin was not without worries.

I'm afraid that he will really continue like this and end up alone and dying in solitude.

Although he himself may not care at all, the elderly always think more.

During that period, there were people who came to him and mentioned this matter in a tactful way, and they were all ladies from prominent families with outstanding looks and family backgrounds.

Duan Baiting always dismissed them with the same reason.

"I haven't thought about it yet."

Until one day, he came home in the middle of the night and sat on the sofa in the living room without saying a word.

Aunt Qin saw that he looked unhappy and thought he had suffered some major blow. Although I was worried, I didn't dare to go up and ask.

It was he who took the initiative to come to her and told her about it.

I don't know how long I've been smoking, but I smell very pungent.

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

"Aunt Qin, please help me prepare some gifts that girls would like."

Aunt Qin was stunned for a moment, thinking she had heard wrongly: "Gifts that girls...like?"

He nodded: "Twenty-year-old girls."

Aunt Qin widened her eyes and was speechless for a moment.

Was this what he was thinking about during his contemplation and confusion just now?

"Who are you giving this to?"

His eyes softened: "My fiancée."

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After the egg custard and soup were ready, they were brought up.

Song Wanyue was really unhappy. She looked at the bowl of egg custard and said, "It's like sending away a beggar."

Duan Baiting remained calm and nodded: "Then I'll feed it to the dog."

There was indeed a dog at home, Xiaohuan's dog, a four-month-old Shiba Inu.

She hurriedly protected the bowl and snatched the food from the "dog's mouth": "I'm just kidding, I'm just a beggar." She

is a typical person with a bad temper and she admits defeat quickly.

She ate the bowl of egg custard cleanly, and praised him by asking herself: "How come you are such a good cook? Who is so lucky to marry such a good husband? Oh, it turns out to be me."

While she was eating, Duan Baiting sat beside her reading a book. At this time, his eyes were still on the book. The mood is as calm as ever.

After listening to Song Wanyue's flattery, nothing changed.

Just the corners of the lips are slightly loose.

Seeing that she had finished eating, Duan Baiting put down the book, stood up and came to clean up the dishes.

Song Wanyue kept flattering him: "It tastes better than Aunt Qin's cooking, and it's also better than the cooking of the chef aunt at home. Tingting, how come you are so amazing? How come you can do everything?"

Duan Baiting cleaned up the dishes slowly. He didn't finish the soup, he took a look at it and put it on the empty bowl.

He reminded her in a cold voice, "There's no benefit in trying to please me."

"No, I meant every word I said. I hate eating eggs the most, but I finished all the eggs made by Tingting." Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she added, "I want to eat more after I've finished it."

Duan Baiting remained unmoved and opened the door with his free hands.

At the same time, the voice, neither light nor heavy, coupled with a nonchalant tone, seemed to be spoken casually.

"Then I'll make you egg pudding tomorrow."

The door was closed gently from the outside.

Song Wanyue withdrew her gaze when she could no longer see Duan Baiting. Suddenly I looked at the computer screen in front of me and smiled.

She pretends to be so calm, but she must be very happy in her heart.

What a cute little Tingting. It turns out that it's fun to flirt with a reserved guy.