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Perhaps considering that she had just been frightened, Duan Baiting was unexpectedly humane today and did not push her away.

He dimmed the lamp two degrees lower, turning it into a warm light suitable for sleeping.

"Go to sleep."

Song Wanyue looked at him without moving.

He noticed that the person in his arms was looking at him and thought she had something to say.

He lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

She smiled and snuggled into his arms, rubbing her furry head against his chest: "I just feel that you look so handsome today."

Her voice was delicate and soft, with a bit of an indelible sticky nasal tone.

I had just finished a shower and my body was scented with the faint fragrance of jasmine. I didn't know if it was the smell of body lotion or laundry detergent.

Her face, without any makeup, was pure and fair, her lips were red without any makeup, and her eyes were a little swollen because she had been crying.

The loose hair on her forehead hung down limply, making her look particularly pitiful.

But there was a smile in the corner of his eyes.

It was like a cat that had just been wronged and was satisfied when it unexpectedly received a little good.

Even under the dim desk lamp, her eyes were still as clear as bright stars.

Duan Baiting noticed that his breathing seemed to become heavier.

He raised his eyes without showing any expression, and his Adam's apple sank slightly.

There was no response to her compliment.

Instead, move the mouse to continue checking today's market trends.

Song Wanyue is no exception.

She was well aware of this man's coldness and indifference. Even in bed, he didn't say much.

Only the last gasp could not be suppressed.

Song Wanyue rubbed her body in his arms for a while before she closed her eyes in peace.

She didn't know why, the soft mattress was obviously more suitable for sleeping than his arms, but she slept particularly soundly in his arms.

I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.

The hour hand has already reached the number two.

There was still half an hour left before the meeting, and the breath against his chest gradually became steady.

Only when he sleeps will he be quiet and not make any noise.

The special assistant sent him the information he would need for the meeting in advance.

He clicked on the file in the dialog box, but lowered his head.

Was he having a nightmare? His brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes frowned.

Duan Baiting narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed her frowning brows.

She was still asleep with her eyes closed, but she held his hand dissatisfiedly.

A soft and gentle voice carried a hint of reproach: "Stop making trouble."

This was the first time he heard her speak to him in this tone. In the past, she would only speak in a coquettish tone when she needed something from him. Or be polite and distant like you would treat a stranger.

Song Wanyue fell into a deep sleep again, but did not let go of the hand holding him.

Duan Baiting is still working, he is not left-handed.

So, for now, he still needs his right hand very much.

So he tried to pull his hand away from her palm, but she held it even tighter.

Instead, because of his current action, he let out a dissatisfied groan from his throat.

She really is like a cat, even when she's being coquettish, her moans are the same.

The study was unusually quiet.

At this time, all the servants and nannies in the house have gone to bed.

There was only the sound of the second hand of the wall clock moving.

It's twenty-three past two.

The group meeting is in the software developed by their company.

This time it is mainly to test the stability. The video request pops up from the lower right corner, and the prompt sound is a little loud.

Duan Baiting could only use his left hand to operate the mouse, turn down the volume, and then put on a Bluetooth headset.

After the video started, everyone realized something was wrong and looked at the screen in silence.

Duan Baiting today is actually no different from before. His haute couture suit fits him well and his temperament is cool and elegant.

It's still that arrogant and condescending look.

But if there is one thing that is different...

it's probably the person in his arms.

He was covered with a blanket, so you couldn't tell what he was wearing. Only her pale and thin shoulders were exposed, with two extremely thin light-colored suspenders hanging on her shoulders.

She looked very petite in Duan Baiting's arms.

She was sleeping soundly at the moment, with one hand tightly holding Duan Baiting's hand.

He lowered his head and covered her with the blanket that had slipped off.

Then he lowered his voice and said, "Let's start."

Everyone in the video tried their best to hide their shock, but the impact of this scene was still too strong.

Duan Baiting ignored their expressions and flipped through the documents with his free left hand: "Caleb, are you in charge of Zhihe? I just looked at the market trend and it's falling in volume. Now is the best time to enter the market."

Caleb nodded: "I understand. As for the new projects being developed in emerging medical fields, I plan to..."

Caleb suddenly stopped talking halfway through the meeting.

Because on the other side of the screen, the little girl in the BOSS's arms opened her eyes.

Hazy and sleepy, his pair of fan-shaped peach blossom eyes were drowsy and half-open.

With a hoarse voice as if she had just woken up, she called his name softly, "Duan Baiting."

"Yeah." He never talked much, and at this moment he was still concise, "Did I wake you up?" Song

Wanyue yawned and reminded him, "I'm a light sleeper."

She was actually woken up by hunger, but she saw the small grids that seemed to be embedded in the computer screen.

There is a person sitting in each grid.

At this moment, everyone looked at this side without saying a word.

Song Wanyue remembered what Duan Baiting had just said, that there was a video conference at 2:30.

The unspeakable shame blocked her entire brain at this moment.

She is so old, but she still sleeps in a man's arms because of fear.

Really...

she simply turned a blind eye.

After saying "I'm a light sleeper",

she closed her eyes again, pretending that nothing had happened, and continued to sleep in Duan Baiting's arms.

She comforted herself in her heart, it's okay.

Anyway, Duan Baiting is her husband.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, this is also a symbol of affection.

Once this gets out, it might be of some help to the Song family.

——The Song family is no longer as good as it used to be. Only the false name of prosperity remains, but no real power.

In the Shanghai Stock Exchange, there are many people who want to pull the Song family down from their high position and replace them.

This is also one of the main reasons why Song Wanyue had to marry Duan Baiting at such a young age.

Song Wanyue fell into a deep sleep again.

After the unexpected incident where Song Wanyue woke up midway.

Duan Baiting rarely spoke again, and he would express his disapproval or approval of other people's proposals by shaking his head or nodding.

Unable to tolerate some plans full of loopholes, he also relied on typing to ask questions and point out mistakes.

His silence made others cautious as well.

As a result, an internal meeting among senior executives almost turned into a sign language communication conference for the deaf and mute.

As it approached four o'clock, Duan Baiting ended the meeting early.

The others gradually left the group video, and Duan Baiting called Qu Yu alone.

"Nathan, please stay for a moment."

Qu Yu thought that there was something wrong with the point he had just made, so he lowered his head and flipped through the documents in his hand.

When they were the only two left, Duan Baiting asked him, "I remember you lived in Shanghai for a period of time?"

A question that had nothing to do with work.

Qu Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "My mother is from Shanghai."

"Then can you understand the Shanghai dialect?"

Qu Yu was confused by the question: "A little bit. But why are you asking this, do you want me to be your translator?"

Since it is a private matter, there is no need to maintain a businesslike and obedient attitude.

Qu Yu's expression relaxed at once and he yawned: "Tell me, what do you want me to translate for you?"

He and Duan Baiting had known each other for many years. Although the latter had been "exiled" to England since childhood, the two had some contact intermittently.

Duan Baiting frowned, feeling inexplicably annoyed. Even he felt that his current behavior was too strange.

Qu Yu kept asking: "What is it? Tell me."

The person in his arms changed his sleeping position, from sitting sideways to sitting astride.

She faced his arms, her forehead resting on his chest.

Duan Baiting's breathing became slightly heavier.

She remembered what Song Wanyue said to her in the restaurant.

He couldn't speak with the soft Shanghai accent and could only imitate and pronounce those few sounds.

For Duan Baiting, who grew up in the north, those sounds are still a bit tongue-twisting.

"You are...Ala Nuan Ning?"

He was not sure if his pronunciation was correct.

Listening to the Shanghainese spoken with an authentic Beijing accent, this extremely discordant contrast made Qu Yu laugh for a long time.

He was laughing, but when he realized the meaning of this sentence, he couldn't laugh at all.

He said dissatisfiedly: "Are you finding ways to show your affection in front of a single dog like me?"

Duan Baiting showed a slightly puzzled look: "Show your affection?"

Qu Yu glanced at Song Wanyue who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

Before, I had only heard that the only daughter of the Song family was a beauty as graceful as a peach or a plum.

If he was not unworthy of her in terms of status and position, he would really like to win her heart.

When she learned two years ago that Duan Baiting was engaged to her, Qu Yu thought it was another rumor fabricated by some unscrupulous reporter.

After all, Duan Baiting obviously has nothing to do with the daughter of the Song family.

Two people who are completely different.

But this engagement that sounded like a rumor turned out to be true.

But if you think about it, it's normal for these two to be together.

Today, the Song family is in decline and is no longer the same as before. There are many people who are targeting them.

Therefore, he had to inherit the power of the Duan family.

I thought it was just a marriage between wealthy families where both parties got what they wanted, and they would not bother each other after marriage.

Unexpectedly...

If Qu Yu hadn't seen this scene with his own eyes, he would have believed that the end of the world was real.

Duan Baiting could actually be so tolerant of others?

This person is famous for being cold-blooded, heartless and impatient.

This is even the case with my loved ones.

But if you think about it, it's normal. He is twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, full of vigor and vitality, and has a wife who is as beautiful as a fairy. Unless there is any problem in that aspect.

After a long time, who can resist being tempted?

Qu Yu asked with a smile: "Kian, did your sister-in-law say this?"

Duan Baiting didn't say anything and agreed.

Qu Yu sat up straight, broke down each word of the dialect and explained it to him.

"Nong means 'you'. Ala means 'mine'. As for Nuan Ning..." He paused, a meaningful smile appeared in his eyes, and he deliberately lowered the tone, speaking ambiguously and frivolously, "In the Shanghai dialect, it means man."

Nong means Ala Nuan Ning.

You are mine...