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Duan Baiting looked away, avoiding her gaze, but his coughing did not stop.

It's a rare time when the concealment is so obvious.

The person who is usually the best at disguising himself looks like a kindergarten student today.

The special assistant lowered his head and tried not to laugh. Mr. Duan actually has such a... cute side?

But he didn't dare show it. The contract in his hand was almost torn to pieces. He barely stopped laughing.

He had other important things to do, so he didn't stay here to disturb them any longer: "Mr. Duan, I'll leave first."

Duan Baiting nodded, calmly opened the contract he had just signed, and reviewed it again.

Song Wanyue was so slow that she didn't even notice it. I opened the box again and again, and finally found the watch.

It was the same brand as the one Shang Heng asked her to buy for him, which was why she was able to buy it for him so quickly.

She placed it on Duan Baiting's desk like offering a treasure, and pushed it in front of him: "Gift."

Duan Baiting paused slightly, loosened his hand, and the A4 contract papers fell together.

He took the box, took out the watch, and looked it up and down.

Black alligator leather strap, tonneau-shaped dial.

Song Wanyue came over and put her arm on the desk: "I wanted to buy it for you before, but it's not available in China. It just so happens that I'm going abroad this time and there's only one left."

He took off the Richard Miller watch that had been with him for many years and put this watch on his wrist.

Duan Baiting is a relatively traditional and nostalgic person, and seldom changes his belongings frequently.

Song Wanyue came over and used both hands to help him put on the watch.

She lowered her head, looking serious.

Since someone else did it for him, Duan Baiting stopped, silently moved his hand away, and looked up at her.

From his angle, he could see her curled eyelashes and thick hair.

There are two hair whorls.

After putting on the watch, she took two steps back and checked the overall effect.

He was dressed in black again today, even his tie was jet black.

He has a steady and reserved temperament, and looks a little dull.

Song Wanyue rolled up her sleeves, revealing smooth and strong arm lines.

Song Wanyue had seen the model pictures before, and they didn't look as good as Duan Baiting's.

This guy is more than just a walking clothes rack.

Duan Baiting lowered his hands, and his eyes moved away from her head as she stood up straight.

"I heard that there are two people with whorled hair, both of them have very bad tempers." He said this with a half-smile.

Song Wanyue was still admiring his wrist, and was stunned for a moment by his incoherent words.

"What about me?"

He smiled, opened the drawer and put the contract in it: "Have you eaten? I'll ask Secretary Qin to order food. Or we can go out to eat."

Song Wanyue was still struggling with the previous question: "Are you saying that I have a stubborn temper?"

"No."

Song Wanyue didn't believe it, pursed her lips and stared at him.

Duan Baiting relaxed slightly: "A little bit."

Song Wanyue felt that he still didn't tell the truth.

There was another long silence. He burst out laughing and felt that he should not have opened his mouth just now.

"A little, but it's cute."

He leaned slightly to let her sit over. Song Wanyue didn't move. No one knew what was going on in her mind. Her clear eyes rolled around.

There was another very light laugh, and Duan Baiting reached out and patted his legs.

The low and cold voice was filled with a hint of doting: "Come here, let me take a good look at you to see if you have lost weight."

This person must be a real fox spirit in human form.

He is so good at bewitching people. It would be a shame if he didn't make his debut as an actor.

He will definitely gain a large number of fans and become a top star. When the time comes, I will use the same tone of voice I use when talking to her to please my fans, and they will be completely bewitched by me.

Song Wanyue walked over and sat down on his lap naturally.

Duan Baiting lowered the back of the chair slightly so that she could lean on his arms.

His arm rubbed along her waist through the satin silk of the dress.

Seems to have lost some weight.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips close to her ear, and whispered in a deep voice: "Didn't you eat well?"

Song Wanyue said: "I did. I just couldn't get used to the food. The taste there is too bland."

She was genuinely curious, "How did you live there for so long?"

He corrected her: "I'm in the UK, not in France."

To Song Wanyue, it was all the same.

Her body temperature was warm, and hugging her was like hugging a small heater. It seems that the Chinese medicine I took before did have some effect.

Duan Baiting buried his face in her neck: "After staying there for a long time, I don't feel anything. On the contrary, when I first returned to China, I was not used to the food and accommodation."

Although he comes back every year, he stays there for too short a time and doesn't even have time to go out for a walk.

After the ancestor worship, we returned to the UK.

His breath was a little hot, and his delicate kisses went down her neck.

Song Wanyue tilted her head: "Well...what about now?"

The smile was very light in her ear, and he kissed her ear again. His lips pressed against her ear: "Not bad."

The office door was closed but not locked. Song Wanyue was really afraid that this kiss would trigger a series of other chain reactions.

She struggled for a few times and wanted to leave: "I also bought gifts for them, I'll go and take a look."

Duan Baiting exerted a little force with his arms and pushed her back onto his legs to sit steadily: "You've only been here for a short time, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Song Wanyue shook her head: "No, it's just that..."

Hearing the unspoken meaning of her words, he smiled and loosened his arms: "Don't worry, I won't move you."

He said he wouldn't move, and he really didn't move.

Although we haven't seen each other for a long time, there is no need to be so anxious. He has always been a self-disciplined and prudent person.

I just want to hold her like this, and stay together quietly for a while.

Song Wanyue said her hands were sore.

It was obviously the special assistant who brought all the bags, but she only carried the two lightest ones.

Duan Baiting did not expose her. He held her wrist and rubbed the inside of her forearm with his fingertips.

"Who is that man?"

he asked her casually.

Song Wanyue was puzzled and turned around: "Which man?"

He lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes.

After finishing pressing with the left hand, switch to the other hand and continue pressing.

"The one who posted it on WeChat Moments."

Song Wanyue reacted: "You mean Daniel? I met him at the fashion show, a designer, although he is not famous yet."

Duan Baiting nodded, stopped talking, and concentrated on massaging her.

However, Song Wanyue noticed the somewhat depressed atmosphere.

Perhaps it's because I've been with him for so long that even though I'm slow, we've developed some tacit understanding.

Many times, she could sense even the slightest of his emotions.

Like now.

She turned slightly, from leaning back to sitting sideways.

"He won't be interested in me, we have the same attributes."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes: "Same attributes?"

Song Wanyue wanted to laugh. Is this guy really a young man in his twenties? They don't even know as much as the uncles and aunts in their forties and fifties.

I explained to him concisely: "That is to say, he and I have the same sexual orientation."

He was silent for a moment, probably understanding. But there were no other unnecessary reactions.

Maybe it's nothing new.

After all, he has been abroad for so long, and the atmosphere there is more open. Maybe he has been confessed to by several people of the same sex.

Song Wanyue teased him deliberately: "I showed him your photo. He felt it was a pity and said that someone like you is exactly the type he likes."

"Really?" He replied indifferently.

"Okay, okay."

Song Wanyue got off his lap. "It's almost time to get off work. I have to go to the Legal Department to see my old colleagues."

Duan Baiting buttoned his suit and stood up as well: "I'll go with you."

Song Wanyue shook her head hurriedly after hearing this: "I'm going to visit old colleagues. What are you going for? Reviewing the work of your subordinates?"

He repeated again: "I'll go with you."

Song Wanyue looked him up and down. This was the absolute oppression that came from the one in control. If he went, that group of people would probably not dare to breathe. Not to mention catching up with her.

"Forget it, I can go by myself."

Leaving Duan Baiting behind, Secretary Qin helped her carry those things to the Legal Department.

I bought too many things, all of which were gifts for them.

Things have been very busy lately, and everyone is working quietly, without even a moment to chat.

Xiao He was the first one to see Song Wanyue. He was so excited that he almost threw himself into her arms: "Why are you here?"

She smiled and said, "The boss's wife is here to inspect our work."

Xiuxiu, who was waiting for the documents to be printed beside the printer, heard the voice.

My eyes suddenly became hot and I started crying while standing there.

How come after not seeing you for so long, you still haven't changed your crying habit at all?

Song Wanyue went over and hugged her and began to coax her, lowering her head to wipe her tears: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy to see me?"

She hurriedly shook her head: "Happy...happy." She

could not speak clearly and stammered.

Song Wanyue smiled and rubbed her head: "Has anyone bullied you recently? If so, remember to tell me and I will help you get revenge."

Xiuxiu blushed, pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

Brother Su watched from the side for a long time, his eyes were meaningful: "There is something wrong with you two."

I didn't expect that even this old-fashioned man could learn to joke. Song Wanyue reminded him with a kind smile: "If your boss hears this, he might make things difficult for you."

Brother Su smiled and shrugged: "Okay, I won't say anymore."

She bought gifts for them all, and because they bought everything at once, she didn't divide them up too carefully.

So I brought it all and let them divide it among themselves.

Knowing they still had work to do, I didn't stay too long.

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After the short vacation, Song Wanyue adjusted her state again and devoted herself to work.

Now that I have won the lawsuit, I can't wait to make it public. If she lost, she would secretly hide in Duan Baiting's arms and cry.

When I first entered the workplace, my ability to withstand pressure was still a little weak.

By the second year, my mentality had become a little more mature and I was no longer unable to bear such a small blow.

Duan Baiting now focuses all his work on the country and tries to make time to accompany her as much as possible.

Yun Wei stayed in the desert for three months for filming a movie. Now that it has just been finished, Xi Yang simply organized a party to celebrate for her.

There was even a banner.

——Celebrating the successful completion of Xiao He.

Song Wanyue looked at the "Little River" on the banner and asked Xi Yang: "Is Little River Yunwei?"

Song Wanyue's stomach has not been feeling well recently, and she feels nauseous at the slightest smell.

Duan Baiting had reminded them in advance not to smoke in front of her.

Xi Yang had hung up his cigarette early and waited until the smell of smoke had dissipated before coming over.

Hearing her words, he raised his chin and chuckled: "Her real name is Qu Xiaohe. Yunwei is the stage name given to her by her agency. She thought the previous one didn't fit her personality."

Qu Xiaohe.

Song Wanyue repeated these three words silently in her heart.

"It's a very cute name."

Xi Yang did not comment and said with a smile, "She also thinks the name is childish and doesn't allow me to call her that."

"Then you still..." She hesitated and glanced at the banner in front of her.

This person usually looks like a person with good taste, but he would actually print a banner with white words on a red background.

He said vaguely: "She bites people when she is angry, and it hurts."

Song Wanyue was a little confused and didn't understand how the two were related.

But he suddenly fell silent.

After a long silence, he smiled faintly to himself: "She hasn't bitten me for a long time."

Song Wanyue still didn't understand, so she went to ask Duan Baiting what Xi Yang meant by that.

Duan Baiting took her out for some fresh air. The night breeze in the dense forest was gentle. He put his arm around her shoulders but only said, "Everyone has secrets."

He lowered his head and asked her, "Do you still want to vomit?"

Duan Baiting was not the kind of person who would care about other things, and would not talk about them casually.

Even though he saw it clearly, he said nothing.

Song Wanyue understood in her heart that since he was unwilling to say, she did not continue to ask.

I felt much better after getting some fresh air, and the uncontrollable nausea was relieved.

She held his arm and rested her head on it.

For some reason, her dependence on him seemed to have reached an unprecedented peak in recent days and would not go down. I don't want to be apart from him for a moment, and I feel inexplicably sad when I can't see him.

"I don't want to vomit."

He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead: "Go get a gastroscopy in a few days."

Song Wanyue shook her head, resisting from the bottom of her heart: "No."

He coaxed her gently, "It's a painless gastroscopy, just take a good sleep. I'll be here with you."

Song Wanyue still resisted.

Many years ago, when she was in high school, she was taken by her mother to have a colonoscopy.

She still remembers the taste of that laxative that cleansed the intestines clearly.

"No, I don't want it anyway."

She was so determined that she left no room for persuasion.

Duan Baiting sighed imperceptibly, there was nothing he could do to her. This matter can only be put aside temporarily.

I'll take her there when I have the chance in the future.

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Yun Wei arrived late, having arrived after the wrap-up party that the crew had specially prepared for her.

When he saw the banner, he didn't get angry but smiled instead.

This time she went to the desert, she ate and lived with the crew. A little tanned.

Perhaps due to the role requirements, her hair was cut short to shoulder length.

There is a bit of coolness in the gentleness.

She greeted Song Wanyue: "Long time no see."

Her smile was still gentle.

Song Wanyue walked over and complained to her, asking her if she had seen the banner.

Yun Wei nodded. She saw it as soon as she arrived. It was hard not to see such big words.

Xi Yang came over with a smile and said that Xiao He was really cruel. He had been busy preparing the wrap-up banquet for her, but the first words she said after coming here were not to him.

There was a frivolous smile on his face, but his tone was gentle.

Yun Wei was stunned for a moment when she heard the word "Xiao He", then she smiled at him and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

These three simple words immediately soothed his heart.

He had a good temper to begin with, and now he was smiling even more.

Song Wanyue did not continue to be a light bulb here.

She always felt something was strange, especially after meeting Hong Tiantian.

I don't know exactly what's wrong.

Duan Baiting doesn't like to discuss other people's affairs.

So she just held it in.

At night, Yun Wei came to her and said she wanted to sleep with her.

Haven't seen you for a long time, so we can chat.

He asked this while looking at Duan Baiting, as if waiting for his response.

Song Wanyue will definitely agree. The key to the problem lies with Duan Baiting.

This man looks reserved and steady, but he is very possessive. Even a bystander like Lian Yunwei could see it.

Song Wanyue nodded readily: "Okay."

Duan Baiting glanced at her, who smiled at him and threw his coat to him: "Go to the next room, or find Xi Yang."

Duan Baiting, who was kicked out like this, put on his coat silently, and did not forget to remind: "Go to bed early, don't stay up too late."

"I know." She muttered dissatisfiedly, "Nagging."

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Song Wanyue is very clingy when she sleeps, and likes to hug people to sleep.

With his legs draped over Yun Wei's body and his arms around her waist, he had already fallen asleep.

Yun smiled and gently covered her with the quilt. Unexpectedly, such a careful action still woke her up.

Song Wanyue rubbed her eyes and yawned: "Is it dawn?"

"Not yet." Yun Wei looked at the clock on the wall, "It's only three o'clock."

She nodded and rubbed against her arms again. Her cheek felt something soft, unlike usual, and her eyes widened instantly.

Only then did he realize clearly that the person he was holding was not Duan Baiting.

As if she understood her daze, Yun Wei turned on the bedside lamp: "It's me, not Duan Baiting."

Her still sleeping brain gradually regained consciousness, and she remembered that she was the one who drove Duan Baiting out last night.

Sheepishly, she withdrew her legs and arms, as well as her head that was buried in her chest, and moved them aside.

"No... I'm sorry, my sleeping posture is a bit bad."

Yun Wei shook her head and said in a very doting tone: "Very cute."

Song Wanyue felt a little embarrassed by the compliment and touched her forehead with her fingers.

I asked her why she was still awake so late.

Yun Wei placed the pillow upright behind her and sat there leaning back. She said she was thinking about something she had been thinking about for a long time.

The answer will be there soon.

Song Wanyue's hair was messy from sleeping. She was sitting with her knees bent, her eyes particularly sleepy: "What's the matter?"

Yun Wei paused, saw her hairstyle, and smiled as he straightened it out for her bit by bit.

She asked her irrelevantly: "Do you also think that I am morally corrupt and have problems with my world view?"

Without waiting for Song Wanyue to answer, she lowered her head and smiled, "Even I think so."

There was countless self-mockery in that smile.

That night, Yun Wei talked to her a lot. She said she really had no one to talk to.

She kept all those things in her heart, like a stone pressing down on her and suffocating her.

She said that she knew a long time ago that she and Xi Yang would not be able to stay together for long.

During those years when I was most confused and helpless, I entered the entertainment industry to earn tuition fees with my outstanding looks. However, because I was young and had no background, I only met people with ulterior motives.

Xi Yang came in like a ray of light, illuminating her dark life.

He has the upbringing and manners of a young man from a noble family. What is commendable is the lack of vulgar class distinctions.

He did not feel superior to others because of his status.

Be humble, sunny and friendly to others.

The best adjectives in the world are all suitable for eighteen-year-old Xi Yang.

But Xi Yang, who made her fall in love, only lived for a few short years.

"It suddenly occurred to me just now that the Xi Yang that I have been thinking about all the time may never come back." He has changed, becoming shrewd and calculating. "If the person I met first was the current Xi Yang, I would definitely not fall in love with him."

Song Wanyue didn't know how to comfort her. This was another world that she had never been exposed to.

Too deep, too complicated.

"So what are you going to do next?" She hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "I just think that you shouldn't bear so much for a man."

Insults and cold eyes, even friends around Xi Yang looked down on her.

Yun Wei seemed to say something else, but Song Wanyue didn't hear it clearly. The sudden surge of nausea made her lean over and vomit.

Yun Wei got out of bed and poured her a cup of warm water for her to rinse her mouth, then called the front desk and asked someone to come and clean. She was afraid that the smell of vomit would irritate her stomach again.

"Are you feeling better?" She patted her back gently.

Song Wanyue nodded, her face pale from vomiting: "Not bad. It's been like this recently."

Yun Wei's expression changed slightly, as if he thought of something, and asked her: "Besides vomiting, do you have any other discomfort?"