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Zhou Wenyang's flight was in the afternoon, and Song's father drove over to pick him up.

Duan Baiting didn't know he was coming, and was cooking porridge for Song Wanyue in the kitchen.

She has been having more problems lately, and she wants to eat something so specific that she even wants it to be cooked by someone.

If I can't eat it, I will feel wronged and want to cry.

Auntie can only retreat to the front line temporarily. Duan Baiting was in the kitchen taking care of the fire, while Song Wanyue was beside him.

The apron around his waist was put on by her herself.

"Go sit in the living room. I'll bring it out when it's ready."

Although other people would be very obviously pregnant at this time of year, Song Wanyue's thin figure made it less noticeable after she put on clothes.

Just a slight bulge.

Song Wanyue shook her head and leaned against him with great dependence: "I feel a little sad when I can't see you. Duan Baiting, did you put a curse on me?"

She looked at him seriously as she said this. He tried to flatten the corners of his lips, but it was in vain.

Finally, she smiled very lightly: "You don't have to say these words to make me happy."

She has always been like this, she can say coaxing words as soon as she opens her mouth.

Duan Baiting is definitely not the kind of person who would be bewitched by flattery, but in the case of Song Wanyue, even the most clumsy lies could fool him.

But was it because her acting skills were too good, or was it because he was willing to go to the game.

I'm afraid only he himself knows.

Song Wanyue was more serious than before: "I'm not trying to make you happy, I'm serious."

She went to hold his hand, but holding it was not enough, she had to hold his fingers tightly.

"Anyway, from today on, you are not allowed to leave my sight. Otherwise, I will really cry."

It was that soft tone again, with a hint of grievance and coquettishness.

Duan Baiting was in a trance for a while, then nodded.

The voice was gentle, with an indelible doting tone: "Okay."

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The car didn't arrive home until the evening.

Zhou Wenyang said nothing along the way, his face looking very solemn. I ran into Song's father as soon as I got out of the airport. He tried to put it off and said he had already found a place to stay.

But Song's father said that living outside was not as comfortable as living at home, not to mention that the last time he came back, he spent the New Year outside.

No matter what, we can't let him go this time.

"Your father has been my friend for many years, you are my biological son, and Wanyue is your biological sister. What's wrong with living in your own home?"

At this point, he smiled and said, "You should have heard about Wanyue's pregnancy, right? She came back home a few days ago with Bai Ting. It's time for you to go and meet her."

Zhou Wenyang said nothing, his eyes fixed outside the car window.

As the scenery moves further back, the houses seem to become cities in the sky.

He nodded and answered "OK"

but his voice sounded a little awkward, like someone who had not spoken for a long time and suddenly spoke.

Dinner was porridge cooked by Duan Baiting. Song Wanyue took the initiative to bring out the porridge and said to her mother in a boastful manner: "The porridge cooked by Duan Baiting is especially delicious. I used to have no appetite, but I could finish all the porridge he cooked."

Duan Baiting mocked her in a light voice: "When have you ever finished eating it?"

Song Wanyue glared at him dissatisfiedly: "You should say less."

Her mother chuckled and was busy persuading her: "You have to change your temper. You are like this at home and you are like this to Baiting too."

Song Wanyue was doted on by them since she was a child, and her temper became increasingly spoiled. She was originally worried that if she married into the Duan family, she would inevitably suffer some hardships as she could not stand the slightest bit of grievance.

I didn't expect that she was still the same as before. Not only had she restrained herself, but she was even worse than before.

Duan Baiting went back to the kitchen and cut some more fruit for her.

Now, she follows him wherever he goes, like his follower.

Duan Baiting had to be careful all the time, for fear of accidentally bumping into her when turning around.

"Stand on my left side, don't let me touch you."

"Oh." She obediently moved to his left side.

Last night before going to bed, she mentioned that she wanted to eat pomegranates. But her stomach is not very good, and it is difficult for her to digest food before going to bed. So Duan Baiting coaxed her to sleep first and said he would peel it for her tomorrow.

Early this morning, I went to buy some myself.

He put on disposable gloves and placed the peeled pomegranates into a glass bowl.

I saw that she was yawning all the time.

"If you are sleepy, go upstairs and sleep for a while."

Song Wanyue lay on his back: "Then I will sleep like this."

There was a bit of helplessness in his eyes: "How can I sleep like this.

" Song Wanyue insisted: "You can sleep."

Duan Baiting didn't say anything, he could only try to slow down his movements as much as possible so as not to disturb her.

The sound of a door opening was heard from the living room, and Song's mother's voice was gentle and eager: "Why are you here so late? Wen Yang, are you hungry? I'll get you a bowl of porridge."

Hearing this name, Duan Baiting paused.

The man's voice was a little low: "No need, Auntie, I'm a little sleepy, I'll go upstairs and sleep for a while."

"Don't worry." Mother Song shouted towards the kitchen, "Wanyue, Wen Yang is back, come out and say hello."

The atmosphere became cold at this time. Song Wanyue had just fallen asleep and was woken up in a daze. She rubbed her eyes and went to the living room.

Zhou Wenyang still had the familiar crew cut; the wind and frost at the frontier must have been particularly harsh.

His features were thinner, but also much more resolute.

He looked a lot darker than the last time we met.

Song Wanyue smiled at him: "I haven't seen you for so long, have you grown taller?"

Zhou Wenyang snorted coldly, thinking she was talking nonsense. How old is he? Why is he still growing?

Song Wanyue was unhappy: "What are you humming? You are so rude."

Zhou Wenyang was about to speak when his eyes passed over her head and fell behind her.

It was Duan Baiting who came out of the kitchen after taking off his gloves. When facing the unrelated outsiders, his brief warmth seemed to be isolated.

All that remains is condescending indifference.

This is a characteristic engraved in our bones.

It can't be changed or erased.

Zhou Wenyang looked down and retracted his gaze; "Auntie, I'll go upstairs first. You don't need to call me for dinner, I'll take a nap."

Returning to Shanghai from the border, he had to take a bus and transfer planes in the middle of the whole day, and was exhausted from the journey. He must be very tired.

Song's mother didn't say anything else and just let him have a good rest.

He has a separate room in the Song family, which is on the same floor as Song Wanyue's room.

So Song's mother specifically instructed Song Wanyue: "Keep the noise down at night and don't disturb Wen Yang's rest."

Song Wanyue blushed: "I... what... what noise, Duan Baiting and I didn't... didn't..."

"I meant you to cry less loudly. Didn't you cry yesterday and let Baiting tell you ghost stories all night long."

So this is what she meant.

Song Wanyue muttered softly, "Why is the soundproofing at home suddenly so bad?"

She had only heard before that many people would develop some strange quirks after becoming pregnant.

I didn't expect it to be so strange. The ghost stories that I didn't dare to listen to before have now become bedtime stories.

I am scared, but I also want to listen.

Not satisfied after listening for half the night, Duan Baiting said it was too late and she should rest.

Song Wanyue started crying and said that he didn't love her anymore.

For the first time in his life, Duan Baiting understood what it meant to be in a dilemma.

I can only hold the person in my arms and comfort him gently.

Song Wanyue asked him with sobs: "Do you think I'm being unreasonable every day?"

He said gently: "How could that be?"

She didn't believe it, even she herself felt it was unreasonable.

Duan Baiting certainly didn't have that feeling.

She can be more childish or more unscrupulous, but he hopes that it is only in front of him.

It was an indescribable possessiveness.

He clearly knew that it had always existed.

That's why I felt some strange emotions when I saw Zhou Wenyang.

Long before he came back, Zhou Wenyang learned in the group that Song Wanyue was pregnant. Qu Song specifically chatted with him privately and asked him what he thought.

He replied coldly: "What do I need to feel?"

Qu Song was speechless, but knowing that Zhou Wenyang must be feeling bad, he did not mention the matter again.

Now his house is going to be demolished and he needs to take care of some things, so he can only come back on vacation.

An inevitable encounter.

Zhou Wenyang usually goes out very early and comes back in the evening, staying outside almost the entire day.

It seems like he is hiding from someone.

Duan Baiting knew it, and Song Wanyue knew it too. Only her parents didn't know.

Song's mother was worried every day: "You said Wen Yang just came back, what could have happened that would make him run outside every day?"

Song's father asked her to relax: "He hasn't been back for two years, shouldn't he go to see those friends?"

Having said that, he said to Song Wanyue, "Wanyue, tomorrow you should call Xiaosong and Yijin out for dinner, and take Bai Ting to meet them."

They were all childhood friends who grew up together in the alley, and their relationship couldn't be severed just because she got married and moved to another province.

Thinking of Qu Song's big mouth, Song Wanyue felt a headache.

What if he says something nonsense in front of Duan Baiting?

But Duan Baiting seldom accompanies her back, and it seems unreasonable not to take him to meet his friends.

So the meeting date is set for the day after tomorrow.

As it turned out, Song Wanyue was right.

When Qu Song saw Duan Baiting, he was as enthusiastic as if he had met an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years. There was no sense of strangeness at all.

"Mr. Duan, I've heard of you for a long time. My name is Qu Song, and Song Wanyue and I are childhood friends."

He now intends to expand his business to North City, but the two circles are not compatible, and his idea was forced to hit a wall just as it took shape.

If I could get in touch with Duan Baiting's connections, it would only take him a nod to break into the Beijing circle.

Duan Baiting calmly brushed away the hand on his shoulder, and said politely, "Hello."

Qu Song smiled awkwardly. It seemed that this person was no different from the rumor.

It is a city that is as solid as a rock. It is extremely difficult to capture it.

Qu Song quickly adjusted his attitude and asked the bartender to take out all the good wines in the underground wine cellar.

The bar where the party was held was owned by him, and in order to take care of the pregnant woman Song Wanyue, the place was cleared today.

The usual DJ music was replaced with elegant piano solo.

"Did I do a good job today? If Satan comes to me, I can purify him and turn him into Jesus."

Shizuka pushed him and said, "Go away."

She arrived yesterday, and the first thing she did when she got home was to be scolded by her father.

Today is a good time to go out and have a drink.

"My dad is really in menopause. He scolds me when he sees me."

Qu Songle said, "Don't call you Shizuka anymore. Change your name to Nobita. But if I had a troublesome daughter like you, I would also have a headache."

Shizuka rolled her eyes at him, "Why am I troublesome? Didn't I promise him to give me another two years?"

Qu Song shook his head, "Two years and two years. Two years is so long. Don't I know you yet?"

Shizuka was embarrassed when her heart was touched. She coughed and changed the subject.

"Today's protagonist is someone else, so you should stay out of the spotlight."

The real protagonist refused the special cocktail prepared by the bartender and asked for a glass of warm water.

He had to drive back later, and he had to take care of Song Wanyue, so he didn't drink any alcohol tonight.

When faced with the topics discussed by the crowd, he seemed to be dull and uninterested.

Beyond the excitement.

It's not so much that he can't fit in, but rather that he is too lazy to fit in.

Qu Song is not stupid. He has been in the business world for many years and has a very accurate eye for people.

They were not even in Duan Baiting's eyes. This man has a pure look, and is arrogant and cold.

This time I came here purely to accompany Song Wanyue.

Qu Song was turned away. He straightened his sleeves, sighed, and said tartly, "I don't know where Zhou Wenyang is. He didn't say there was a traffic jam today."

Song Wanyue had just taken a sip of the juice in her hand when she heard his words, "Did you call Zhou Wenyang?"

"Of course I wouldn't. It's a rare occasion for us to get together." He smiled at Duan Baiting and said meaningfully, "Mr. Duan won't mind, right?"

Song Wanyue loved to talk gossip, so when Qu Song opened his mouth, she was choked by the taste of tea.

"Stop being sarcastic here. Our Tingting can mind it if she wants to."

Qu Song was stunned when he heard her say that. When did this little girl become so smart?

Thinking about it later, it's not hard to understand.

After all, he learned these green tea tricks from her.

This man is the originator.