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His aura made everyone afraid to answer. Everyone was frightened and held their breath in silence, their faces pale.

Including Huang Heng who was just acting arrogantly.

When people outside mention Duan Baiting, they are three parts flattering and seven parts fearing him.

Even if we go back another hundred years, the Duan family would still be well-known and the leader in North City.

It would be impossible to maintain this position for so many years without some tricks.

People with the surname Duan are known to be cruel.

The scandals about the elders of the Duan family were all over the Internet a few years ago.

After Duan Baiting took over the ancestral business, he was busy expanding the territory and expanding his business empire.

At the same time, all those scandals were wiped out.

Huang Heng is a well-known figure in North City, so it is not surprising that he knows these things.

He had some general understanding of Duan Baiting.

I had been in the UK before, although I came back a few times.

But except for the death of Mr. Duan, he stayed in the country a little longer to deal with the funeral and inheritance matters.

The rest of the time, I would only return to the country for short periods of time to handle official business.

Although he is young, his methods are ruthless enough.

After all, the Duan family, which had been in turmoil and internal strife for decades, was wiped out in a short period of time.

He disregarded family affection and was so bold and cruel that even his uncles could not match him.

Be it his current status and power, or his own cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness.

Don't offend anyone.

But unfortunately...

Huang Heng felt hopeless.

If he had known earlier that this intern had some connection with him, not only would she not drink the wine he offered her, he wouldn't have dared to say a word even if she had thrown the wine at him.

"Misunderstanding...misunderstanding, Mr. Duan...I..." His face was pale, cold sweat was pouring down, and he stammered to explain.

Duan Baiting didn't have the patience to listen to his explanation.

He lowered his eyes and asked Song Wanyue who was hiding in his arms: "Is it a misunderstanding?"

He seldom wore glasses when he went out, but he wore them today.

Wearing thin-rimmed gold glasses, most of the emotions in his eyes seemed to be sealed by the lenses.

Only the deep background remains.

Song Wanyue didn't have time to think about it. The moment she saw Duan Baiting, she felt like she had found a backer.

All the grievances and fears that she had just endured were vented out, and she threw herself into his arms and cried.

Afraid that he would leave, her hands were still tightly gripping his waist.

She held the stiff suit tightly, and could even feel the firm and sexy muscle lines on the man's waist with her palms.

Song Wanyue cried and complained, asking who was mean to her, who insulted her, and who hit her.

Duan Baiting's eyes became colder and colder.

He held her in his arms and whispered a few words to comfort her: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

-

He asked Secretary Qin to take her to the lounge next door, while he stayed in the box.

Along the way, the lights are bright.

Secretary Qin brought her a cup of hot tea and turned up the indoor temperature: "Please sit here for a while. Once Mr. Duan has dealt with it, I will go home with you."

The words "go home" sounded particularly warm now.

Song Wanyue held the hot tea but didn't drink it. Instead, she asked Secretary Qin, "How will Duan Baiting handle it?"

Secretary Qin smiled gently, "You don't have to worry too much. Mr. Duan is a very sensible person."

Indeed, for someone as emotionally stable as Duan Baiting, rationality always prevails and it is rare for him to be influenced by his emotions.

Song Wanyue lowered her head and slowly drank the cup of tea.

Duan Baiting didn't arrive until she finished her third cup of tea.

The glasses had been taken off long ago, and the deep eyes were now calm and composed.

He has a unique temperament, between elegance and coldness.

There is no transition in the middle, but it doesn't seem out of place either.

He walked over and picked up the bag on the table for Song Wanyue: "Let's go."

He was back to his usual calm self.

It was as if the tenderness in the box just now was all an illusion.

Song Wanyue's emotions, which had finally calmed down, were stirred up again the moment she saw Duan Baiting.

Her mouth was pouting, her nose was red, and she was about to cry.

The man who was about to leave heard the voice and looked back.

The lights in the room were dim, with only a floor lamp on in the far corner.

The already weak eye protection mode, when it is transmitted here, can only provide a rough lighting effect.

In the darkness, the man's deep eyes looked at her from top to bottom.

I don't know whether it was because he was unmoved by her tears, or because the lighting was too dim, so that even the subtle changes in his emotions could not be captured.

But no matter what, at least he did not turn a blind eye to his own grief.

Song Wanyue actually felt fortunate about this.

He pulled a chair over and sat down in front of her.

The little girl is very delicate on weekdays. If she scratches her hand, she would like to stay in the hospital for seven days and seven nights.

It is understandable that people would be afraid after such a big shock.

He just went to the monitoring room to retrieve and review all the videos from half an hour ago.

He knew exactly what had happened to her.

Song Wanyue saw him lowering his head and folding the tissue again and again.

She was so sad, and he still had the leisure to do this!

She frowned and stopped crying: "If you think..."

She stopped talking in the middle of angrily because of his gentle touch.

He gently pressed the folded tissue against the corner of her lips.

A subtle touch and a slight numbing feeling.

The chattering suddenly stopped, Duan Baiting lowered his eyes: "Why don't you say anything?"

Song Wanyue pursed her lips and turned her face away somewhat unnaturally: "I forgot what to say."

He gently straightened her head and let her sit facing him.

He continued to wipe the blood from the bite on the corner of her lip.

"I'll ask Secretary Qin to check you later to see if you have any other injuries."

Song Wanyue shook her head: "No."

She refused straightforwardly without any hesitation.

Duan Baiting raised his eyes: "Hmm?"

She said in an awkward tone: "I don't want people I don't know to look at me."

The person who was frightened just now turned pale, so quickly put on her usual eldest lady's demeanor.

Duan Baiting sneered: "Secretary Qin is the only female here, and even the bodyguards outside are all men. Do you think I should..."

She interrupted him: "Then you come and help me check."

Duan Baiting stopped what he was doing and also stopped what he was saying.

He always looks indifferent and cold.

People say that eyes are the windows to the soul, but even his eyes seemed frozen by frost, making it difficult for others to see what he was thinking at the moment.

Just like at this moment, he said nothing, just looked at her calmly.

Song Wanyue pretended to be aggrieved, like a cat abandoned on the roadside.

Her hand was still pinching the hem of his shirt, shaking it coquettishly.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Duan Baiting stood up.

Song Wanyue was stunned. Why was this person like this!

She begged him so much.

She pursed her lips again and again. If she was pretending just now, she really wanted to cry now.

A soft voice with a heavy crying tone: "Don't you care about me?"

Duan Baiting rarely showed some helplessness: "I'll go close the door."

-Song

Wanyue took off her shirt by herself and unbuttoned it one by one. Her straight and fleshless shoulders were trembling.

The whole person is thin and slender.

When his eyes fell on the snow-white area on the neck, Duan Baiting's eyes darkened a little.

Song Wanyue leaned in his arms and complained aggrievedly: "They grabbed my arm and my back seemed to be hit. It still hurts a little now."

"Yeah." His voice was dry and heavy for no reason.

The warm fingertips stopped at the right side of her spine and tapped lightly: "Here?"

She shuddered in his arms and let out a soft moan.

Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if complaining, "It hurts."

She shrank into his arms, and the difference in their body sizes made her look petite.

Duan Baiting took a quick check and found nothing wrong, just a little red. No need to apply any medicine, just go home and apply some hot compress.

"Is there any other pain?" He helped her put on her clothes.

She was too squeamish to do it herself, saying that her arms were injured and she couldn't lift them.

His slender, bony fingers buttoned up the front of her clothes one by one.

It's so slow and leisurely that it's pleasing to the eye.

When he buckled the third one, the movement paused slightly.

She is thin but has good figure, and the flesh on her body is very sensible, knowing where it should grow and where it should not.

Song Wanyue was completely unaware and hooked her fingers on his tie: "How did you solve it? You didn't just give me a few verbal warnings. This is the first time I've encountered such a thing in my life. And I was called here by your company's employees. The responsibility lies with you. I don't care, you have to be responsible anyway."

Duan Baiting helped her put on her clothes, but her own hands were not honest and pulled his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

Wrapped around his seductive neck.

The rough fabric pressed against his Adam's apple. She inserted her fingers into the gap between the tie and his Adam's apple and poked it gently.

Duan Baiting frowned slightly, held her moving hands and stopped her from doing anything wrong.

"Don't move!"

he shouted, but his voice was a little low.

Song Wanyue smiled with triumph, she had discovered it long ago.

His Adam's apple was particularly sensitive.

Don't touch it easily.

"You are Ala Nuan Ning." Song Wanyue said confidently, "So you have to support me."

Because of the second half of her sentence, his straight lips moved up imperceptibly, but only for a moment.

The first half of the sentence was in dialect and he didn't understand.

He lowered his head, and perhaps because his voice was too low, he showed a rare gentleness.

"What Ning?"

Song Wanyue actually felt a strange feeling in her chest.

She pursed her lips. She only dared to speak that kind of words in a dialect that the other person couldn't understand.

She asked him back, "How did you deal with those people?"

Duan Baiting just said, "Don't worry, I will vent your anger for you."

He refused to say anything else.

-The

fright at night did have a significant impact on her, and she even missed dinner.

Aunt Qin saw it and looked worried. She asked Duan Baiting, "What's wrong with Wanwan?"

Duan Baiting shook his head and said, "Make her some calming soup. No need to send it up. I'll come down and get it later."

The bowl of calming soup was barely finished under Duan Baiting's supervision.

He didn't stay here any longer. He told her to go to bed early and ignored her.

Song Wanyue looked at the empty house and was afraid to fall asleep.

As soon as I close my eyes, that scene appears.

Duan Baiting was supposed to have a meeting today, and he also had to go to the site to inspect the project in person at four o'clock.

According to his original itinerary, he should be in Bojiang City now.

The meeting was changed to online video and the project inspection was postponed to two days later.

late at night.

Song Wanyue knocked on the door of the study.

She stood outside holding the quilt, her words were hesitant and she seemed to be about to say something: "Duan Baiting, I..."

He also wore glasses when he worked.

Hearing the voice, his eyes raised behind the lenses.

The little girl outside the door looked pitiful.

If she had a tail, it would have drooped to the ground by now, just like the corners of her eyes that were drooping in grievance.

His cold expression paused for a moment, he took off his glasses and asked her, "What's wrong?"

Out of shame and embarrassment, she spoke in a low voice, "I'm a little scared to be alone, can I sleep in the study?" He

had just fed her the calming soup and saw that she looked better, so he thought she was fine.

I think that incident had a great impact on her.

"Whatever."

Song Wanyue still felt embarrassed and said hesitantly, "Is it okay to disturb you at work?"

He was unexpectedly easy to talk to today: "It's okay."

Afraid that the light in the study was too bright, he considerately turned off the ceiling light and only turned on a desk lamp.

Since I spend most of my time in the study, there are sofas and beds for resting.

Duan Baiting told her: "I have a video conference at 2:30. If you find it too noisy, there are noise-canceling headphones in the drawer on the left."

Before he finished speaking, Song Wanyue came to him holding a cashmere blanket.

Duan Baiting was silent, feeling surprised by her behavior.

He reminded: "The bed is in the inner room."

Song Wanyue said: "Who said I want to sleep on the bed?"

She shook out the blanket from her arms and sat on his lap naturally.

Like a clingy cat.

I rested my head in his arms, put my arms around his waist, curled up slightly, and found the most comfortable position.

She took a deep breath, and the sandalwood scent on Duan Baiting made her feel particularly at ease.

Before going to bed, she raised her head and asked again with a serious expression: "Will it really not disturb you at work?"

Duan Baiting: "..."

It turned out that the disturbance she was talking about was this.