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When she woke up the next morning, Song Wanyue saw egg pudding on the table.

Duan Baiting has always been the kind of person who can do what he says, and he is very quick in execution.

The pudding is baked. If you poke it lightly with a spoon, the thin and crispy top layer will be broken.

There was a slight cracking sound.

Until the smooth and soft pudding underneath is revealed.

Aunt Qin smiled and said to Song Wanyue, "You got up early in the morning to do this."

Duan Baiting was drinking coffee and reading the financial newspaper on the side, and his tone was very calm, "I woke up early and had nothing to do."

It seemed that all this was just something he did to kill time when he was bored and free.

Song Wanyue ignored his hypocrisy.

He took a spoon and scooped a mouthful, then put it into his mouth.

Sweet, tender and smooth, melts in your mouth.

Song Wanyue held a spoon in one hand and supported her chin with the other, staring at Duan Baiting's hands.

Different from Song Wanyue. He doesn't have high requirements for food, as long as it is light and clean.

Although I am a bit picky about the ingredients.

Song Wanyue often thought that he might have skipped many steps during human evolution.

For example, normal joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and the desire for food and drink.

Breakfast is basically a cup of black coffee and two slices of buttered toast.

Song Wanyue watched him slowly hold the knife and fork to cut the toast into small pieces. As he moved, his finger bones pressed against the skin, and the raised light blue veins looked like winding and undulating mountains.

Maybe I'm not hungry, or maybe I just have no appetite when I wake up early.

In fact, he has never had the habit of eating breakfast because Song Wanyue likes to sit at the dining table and enjoy the food.

Maybe it was to keep her company, or maybe it was to take up the ten minutes or so she spent eating early in the morning.

Song Wanyue just stared at his hands, somewhat mesmerized.

Was it this egg pudding he made for her with his hands that were so beautiful that they could be called works of art?

Shizuka always said that she was a serious appearanceist and so superficial that she never paid attention to other people's inner qualities.

The naive secret crush she had when she was in school was simply because the other person was good-looking enough for her.

If Duan Baiting went to the same high school as her, she would definitely fall in love with him at first sight.

There is no doubt that I was still an innocent girl immersed in romance novels and idol dramas at that time.

I can't resist someone like Duan Baiting at all.

Perhaps noticing her gaze, Duan Baiting paused for a moment and then sped up his movements.

Chop all those toasts into small pieces. This abnormal behavior made Song Wanyue stunned.

When he put down his knife and fork and placed the plate in front of her, she became even more confused.

Look up at him.

But the man picked up the white napkin and wiped his fingers carefully: "You can eat more in the morning, but don't eat too much."

His tone was not preachy, but it was inevitably tinged with earnestness.

Song Wanyue reacted and realized that she thought she was greedy for the toast on his plate?

It's obviously your hand that I'm greedy for! !

Song Wanyue yelled in her heart but nodded obediently: "Oh." She

ate a portion of egg pudding, a glass of milk, and finished Duan Baiting's portion of toast.

Song Wanyue finally understood the intention of Duan Baiting's words just now.

——You can eat more in the morning, but don't overeat.

She went to the restroom several times in the office in the morning. Roman came over to ask her about her condition: "Did you have an upset stomach?"

She shook her head and spoke weakly: "I ate too much."

Roman smiled and went back to the office. When he came out again, he gave her a box of stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets.

The work at the law firm was more than when they were in Tan Yi. Because of Mr. Wang's case, Song Wanyue went to the court several times with Roman.

The case was not complicated, and a lot of the evidence was more powerful against them, so it was not difficult to fight them.

Song Wanyue was listening in and took notes. At

the subsequent dinner, Roman glanced at the wedding ring on her ring finger and said, "You can bring your family."

This sounded like a great honor to her, but Song Wanyue smiled and said, "What a pity, my family hates dinner parties."

He would usually turn down dinner parties if he could, and if he really couldn't, he would just go through the motions.

Not to mention the dinners within their law firm.

The man's face appeared in front of Roman's eyes and he nodded in understanding. Indeed.

At first glance, he is not someone who is easy to get along with.

"You have to go. You are indispensable to our law firm."

Of course Song Wanyue would go. This was the first case she won since she came to the law firm.

Although she was just responsible for helping.

But even if there is no credit, there is still hard work.

After packing up her things, Song Wanyue called Duan Baiting and showed off to him as soon as possible.

It was very quiet over there at Duan Baiting's place, and I didn't know where he was.

So his short laugh is particularly obvious.

"Really? Congratulations," he said. "I'll go back early today to celebrate for you."

Song Wanyue said with a little regret: "We have a dinner today."

Duan Baiting had a slight nasal tone when he spoke: "Well, don't drink. I'll pick you up after it's over."

After hanging up the phone, he handed the phone to the secretary beside him.

There were a few people following him, all in suits and ties. In the distance was a piece of land that had just been selected and was waiting to be developed. He happened to be working nearby today, so he stopped by to take a look.

Those who accompanied us were the project leaders.

Originally, under Duan Baiting's expressionless indifference, several people felt a little uneasy.

I tried to breathe as slowly as possible, for fear of saying something wrong.

In front of Duan Baiting, even those who are good at observing people's words and expressions are useless.

When they were feeling anxious, a phone call saved them.

Although I couldn't hear the other person's voice, I could probably guess it by looking at the changes in Duan Baiting's eyes.

It must be a woman.

His eyes and voice softened, but it was far from being tender and affectionate, at least compared to just now, it was a world of difference.

In the evening, Roman booked a table at a nearby restaurant.

The seafood buffet costs one thousand yuan per person, which is considered a big deal.

Song Wanyue was not very interested in seafood. She ate some noodles and drank a cup of barley tea to pass the time.

The senior colleagues at the table talked about some past cases, and the newcomers who had just entered the industry listened with great interest.

Among them is Song Wanyue.

There are all kinds of people in this world. There are all kinds of bizarre cases.

He won millions in lottery, but the ticket was stolen by his friend the day before he was to claim the prize.

After raising a son for ten years, he found out that he was not his biological son but his father's.

Every incident was so outrageous that it didn't seem like a real event.

Lawyer Jiang saw the shocked faces of the young newcomers at the table and said with a smile, "This is just the beginning. When you stay in this industry for a long time, you will see things even more outrageous than this."

He poured a glass of wine, stood up, and said let's have a drink together.

Song Wanyue couldn't drink alcohol, and she had told her so in advance. Jiang Lu didn't force her and let her have tea with the wine.

The cup contained a drink which was quite tasty, slightly sour and sweet, with a hint of spiciness.

She looked at the time. It was past eight o'clock, still early.

It started snowing outside. It started in the afternoon and now there is a thick layer of snow.

White and a little dazzling.

She sat by the window and looked out.

A colleague mentioned Christmas, which happened to be on the weekend, and asked her how she planned to spend it.

"How about the company organize a team-building event?" Roman suggested with a smile.

The superiors looked approving, while the newcomers looked resistant.

What I hate most is people using holiday time for team building, but it's hard to say anything about it.

Song Wanyue was distracted for a moment and didn't hear clearly, so she nodded following the crowd.

My head is dizzy, maybe it's because it's too stuffy in there.

She thought.

The place where we eat is in Liangqu Hutong. The name sounds very down-to-earth, but the consumption level is not down-to-earth at all.

There were all kinds of low-key luxury cars parked outside, with license plates containing either zeros or a series of ones.

Black text on a white background, white text on a black background.

All of them show the prominent status of the guests who come here to eat.

This was actually Song Wanyue's first time here. The black walls and gray tiles gave it a serious and dull style, making it look like a place that Duan Baiting would come to.

After dinner, Roman said he had to meet someone else.

After everyone else left the table, he named a few people who were related to the case.

"Mr. Wang was in the teahouse next door. When he heard that we were there, he said he wanted to thank us in person."

Song Wanyue was filled with emotion in her heart. She sounded sincere as she wanted to thank them in person.

Instead, he asked them to go to him and listen to his thanks.

She felt uncomfortable, as if he was giving them a reward, they had to receive it with both hands.

Roman knew what she was thinking: "After being in this position for so many years, you will have some airs."

Song Wanyue nodded and said nothing.

She felt that she had grown a lot. In the past, she would have just said "I'm tired"

and left.

Who cares about an old man?

Now I have learned to swallow my anger and be obedient.

The teahouse sang "Peach Blossom Fan" today, and the actors on the stage sang beautifully.

The waiter took the group of three to the Tianyuan Guihao private room.

The heavy carved wooden door was pushed open, and the old man was taking off his glasses and wiping his tears with a tissue.

This angle is undoubtedly the best place to watch the show.

Song Wanyue murmured in her heart, it seems that the old man is still a sentimental person, he could cry like this just by watching "Peach Blossom Fan".

After sitting down at the table, the old man had tea served and put on his glasses again: "Excuse me, it's just that people are a little sensitive when they get old."

Roman expressed his understanding: "Kind-hearted people are sensitive. But they often care too much about the feelings of those around them and ignore their own."

These words touched the old man's heart: "I was like this when I was young. I didn't expect that I wouldn't have improved even when I was old."

"Good people have good fortune. People like you will definitely have great fortune."

There was laughter in the box, and the old man was full of energy.

Song Wanyue couldn't help but applaud Roman in her heart. With such an eloquent person level, he would not starve to death even if he didn't become a lawyer.

Only then did Song Wanyue have the mind to look around. There were not many people in the box, and the secretary who accompanied the old man last time was no longer there.

There were only four or five people in the huge box.

They all dress very low-key. The fabrics of their clothes are of extremely exquisite workmanship, but you can't tell the brand.

This teahouse is not very eye-catching, but the incense it burns is not cheap.

Song Wanyue could smell it.

Mr. Wang's eyes were more focused on Song Wanyue. There was something meaningful in his smile, but he didn't say anything.

Song Wanyue naturally didn't notice it. She received a message on her phone and just happened to look down at it.

Sent from Duan Baiting.

——Is it almost over? Should I pick you up?

Song Wanyue raised her eyes to look at Roman who had already integrated into the situation. It turned out that successful people can handle things with ease no matter where they are.

She sighed and replied to his message.

——It will probably take a while.

——Roman was drinking tea with the old man, and I was forced to join him.

--What are you doing.

The other side replied quickly.

——Drink tea with the elderly.

......

Song Wanyue pouted in dissatisfaction, and he actually teased her on purpose. .

She put down her phone and took a sip of tea, which had a hint of floral scent and a sweet aftertaste in her mouth.

A colleague lowered his voice and moved closer to her: "How long do we have to stay here? I don't want to waste time listening to Roman sucking up to the old man. I had an appointment for a manicure today, but my time has passed."

Song Wanyue had the same idea.

She should have been lying in Duan Baiting's arms, resting her head on his shoulder. Instead of listening to Roman flattering the old man.

He took another sip of tea to suppress his anger and wanted to just pick up his bag and leave right then and there.

Her dizziness became more obvious, and she realized something was wrong, so she asked her colleague: "Could the drink we just drank contain alcohol?"

Her colleague didn't care: "The alcohol content was very low, and the content was not much. Even children can drink it."

Her bad premonition came true.

Song Wanyue pondered for a moment: "I will get drunk if I eat chocolate with liquor filling."

Colleague: "...No wonder I felt your face was getting redder and redder, I thought you had a crush on the old man."

What a cold joke.

Song Wanyue really pulled up the corners of her lips and smiled cooperatively. The laughter is a bit dry.

However, her alcohol tolerance seemed to have improved slightly, although it was only a change from negative to zero.

But this subtle change barely allowed her to stay awake when she needed to.

The door of the box was opened from the outside at this time, and the very faint scent of jasmine drifted to Song Wanyue, who caught it keenly.

It's a perfume she often uses, and she'll occasionally spray it in her wardrobe, so it's inevitable that some of it will get on her clothes.

She sat on the outside, near the door, in a rather inconspicuous corner.

When the man came in, he obviously stopped beside her.

Although I didn't look up, I could feel that he must be a tall man, and even the light from the ceiling lamp was blocked.

But it was only for a moment, and the man walked back to his seat calmly.

Probably after he had been out for a while, a few more people came out of the box to explain: "The lawsuit I mentioned to you a few days ago was won by this lawyer on my behalf. I just happened to hear that they were having dinner nearby, so I called them over to say thank you."

"Really?"

A slightly cold male voice.

Song Wanyue raised her head instantly.

Sure enough, I bumped into a pair of deep and familiar eyes.

Duan Baiting unbuttoned the front buttons of his coat and sat down. The play on the stage downstairs had changed again.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. His eyes stayed on Song Wanyue for a moment, then naturally moved away.

It was as if it just passed by by chance and happened to stay on her for a few seconds.

The colleague's voice came to her ears again: "Oh my god, who is this? He's so handsome."

Song Wanyue thought of what Duan Baiting had just replied to her.

He was not teasing her, he was really drinking tea with the old lady. And it's the same old man.

I think it was because they met by chance last time that the old man arranged this party. Since he was his elder, Duan Baiting couldn't postpone it.

Who knew we would meet here by chance?

There were some refreshments on the table, which looked exquisite, but judging by their completeness, it seemed that no one had touched them.

The only thing missing was the plate of Longjing crispy cake in front of the old man.

Duan Baiting rested his arms on the fence, sat sideways with his long legs crossed, and seemed to be concentrating on enjoying the opera in the hall on the first floor.

Song Wanyue pursed her lips, peeled a peanut, and wanted to throw the peanuts in her hand at him.

Although she did say she didn't want the lawyers at the firm to know about their relationship. After all, Roman seemed to know him.

But I didn't ask him to pretend that he didn't know me!

She was only shown the back of his head. Humph, why are you pretending to be so noble?

Song Wanyue was angry, but the old man somehow turned the topic to her.

It was obvious that he was the protagonist just now, and everyone around him was flattering him. He just smiled slightly and said a few polite and modest words.

"The young are indeed promising. I heard from Xiao Zhou that this time it was all thanks to your help in sorting things out, otherwise it wouldn't have gone so smoothly."

Song Wanyue was a little overwhelmed by the sudden praise.

This kind of organizing work can also be done by other people in the law firm. At most, she just did some hard work.

Why does he say that his work is so hard and his achievements are so great?

"I heard that you graduated from Shanghai University? You're a top student, pretty and smart. You look clever, too. You'll be able to catch up with Xiao Zhou in a few years."

Roman also laughed and agreed, "Maybe it won't even take a few years."

Song Wanyue looked terrified. The praise was getting more and more outrageous.

Duan Baiting didn't know when he withdrew his gaze. He sat up straight and casually lifted the tea lid.

Although I never joined in the praise from beginning to end.

But the upward curve of the corners of the lips is still obvious.

Song Wanyue hesitated for a moment and looked at the smile on his face.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

When she was a child and went out to eat with her father, her father would smile in the same way when the elders at the table praised her.

Song Wanyue looked unhappy.

Could it be that this man wants to be her father?

A colleague came up to Song Wanyue and whispered to her, "Why does this old man keep praising you? Could he be attracted to you?"