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Song Wanyue was kissed until she was deprived of oxygen, and her body became as limp as a dehydrated fish.

The whole person depended on him to avoid falling.

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and her butterfly bones trembled in his warm palms.

She obediently called him husband.

There was a tearful tone in her voice, redness at the corners of her eyes, and she looked at him aggrievedly.

Duan Baiting's heart seemed to be kneaded by someone, and no matter how cold and hard it was, it immediately turned into a pool of soft water.

He lowered his head, pressed his forehead against hers, and gently stroked it.

The distance was so close that their lips would occasionally touch accidentally.

The vague touch made her chest numb.

He held her face in his hands, breathing heavily.

Song Wanyue's whole body was wet, and she was sweating again.

Duan Baiting's conjunctiva began to become congested and dilated.

She could see with her own eyes the bloodshot eyes, the look in his eyes seemed to want to devour her.

Too aggressive.

Every muscle in his body was tense and hot.

It was not until that moment that Song Wanyue realized that her usual teasing was nothing more than kindergarten-level pranks in front of Duan Baiting.

She was a little scared, but her fear was mixed with a strange expectation.

Soft, boneless hands carefully supported his arm that was resting on his side.

Even through the stiff suit, she could still feel her muscles tightening and heating up.

She called his name with a trembling voice: "Duan... Duan Baiting."

The man's red eyes were covered with a layer of darkness again.

Because of her almost coquettish tone.

His neatly-made shirt had become wrinkled at some point, and his chest rose and fell violently as his breathing became increasingly rapid.

Song Wanyue lowered her head timidly. Duan Baiting was too scary now, unlike his usual gentle and cold self.

Like a bird of prey waiting in the jungle for an opportunity, ready to bite off its prey's neck at any time.

And she was targeted as prey.

She no longer had the boldness she had when she teased him in the past. She was almost scared to tears. She lowered her eyes in grievance and begged him in a soft voice: "Duan Baiting, I... I haven't finished taking a shower yet. Can you please go out first? Don't look at me like that... I'm afraid..."

He swallowed his Adam's apple several times, and the secretion of male hormones reached its peak.

Tempting and exciting.

But he remained unmoved and said nothing.

His gaze slowly moved down from her tearful eyes, looking her up and down.

Song Wanyue tried to push him away, but her arm was grabbed first.

He held her and placed her on the sink, then raised his chin to kiss her. She was forced to open her lips, and he swallowed all the saliva secreted from her mouth.

The Adam's apple rises and falls when swallowing.

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The next day at noon, Xiao Huan talked about what happened last night with Aunt Qin in the living room.

She touched her arm covered with goose bumps in fear, her tone trembling with fear: "I got up to go to the bathroom at night and heard a woman crying. Could it really be haunted?"

Aunt Qin reached out and tapped her forehead, pretending to be surprised: "Where did the ghost come from? You don't work hard every day, but just think about nonsense."

Xiao Huan obviously didn't sleep well. She looked listless and had heavy dark circles under her eyes. She was certain: "Really, I really heard crying last night. It came from the second floor. It was a woman's crying, in waves, and it was very scary."

She still feels a little scared when she thinks about it now. The ups and downs of the crying tone were different from what she usually heard.

It's weird, it's kind of strange.

Every morning there are fresh roses shipped from the Netherlands. Aunt Qin is busy pruning the branches and tells Xiao Huan to stop talking nonsense: "Go change the flowers in the vase, otherwise they won't be fresh soon."

Xiao Huan muttered a few words and went over obediently.

As she walked, she looked towards the second floor: "Why hasn't Madam gotten up yet? Was she scared by the story I told her yesterday?"

Aunt Tan glared at her: "I told you not to talk about this topic, why are you still talking about it!"

Xiao Huan stuck out her tongue: "Okay, I won't say anything."

She went to arrange the bouquets in the vase, and there was finally some movement on the second floor.

Duan Baiting, who had already dressed neatly, came down from upstairs. His thin-rimmed glasses reduced his coldness and dominance.

It brings out a gentle and elegant temperament.

He walked down the stairs, put on his cufflinks with one hand, and glanced around the kitchen.

Aunt Qin immediately put down the squid in her hand and stood up: "There is soup in the kitchen, shall I get you a bowl?"

"No need." She said in a calm tone. After putting on the cufflinks, he put on the coat on his arm, "Wanyue hasn't woken up yet, you don't need to call her, just cook some porridge and keep it warm."

He must have slept well yesterday, and the non-stop work still didn't bring him any fatigue, and he looked refreshed.

He raised his hand to tighten his tie, picked up the car keys and prepared to go out, but seemed to have thought of something and paused, "By the way, please put the wet towel in the refrigerator, and remember to let her apply it to her eyes after she wakes up. She cried all night yesterday, and her eyes must be swollen."

Aunt Qin was stunned: "Crying? Did something happen?"

Duan Baiting did not answer this question, but only said: "I'm leaving first."

His tone was indifferent.

After he left, Xiao Huan suddenly realized something: "Could it be that the woman crying I heard yesterday was the Madam?"

Aunt Qin, who was experienced, now realized the reason for the crying, coughed lightly, and told her not to think too much.

Xiao Huan was confused: "I'm not imagining things, I really heard it. She was crying miserably, as if she was bullied by someone, and the bullying was very severe. Could it be that the teacher did something to her at night?"

She did move, but it was not her hands.

Aunt Qin interrupted her and urged, "Okay, go and cook the porridge!"

Xiao Huan then reluctantly went into the kitchen.

She really heard it! Why don't you believe her?

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Song Wanyue had been lying in bed all day, and she felt her legs were still trembling. The pain was so severe that I lost consciousness.

Brother Su called her personally to express his concern for her and told her to take a good rest if she was not feeling well these days and that there was no need to worry about matters in the department.

Song Wanyue could only struggle to turn over.

The whole body seemed to have been taken apart and put back together again, and it felt so sluggish that it seemed like something borrowed.

She checked the time. It was five o'clock in the afternoon.

Don't you remember that she and Brother Su asked for leave?

"Ask for leave?"

Brother Su said, "Your husband invited him for you, saying that you were not feeling well."

Song Wanyue's eyes widened: "My husband?"

"He called me using your phone." Brother Su expressed his understanding, "Nowadays young couples like to call themselves husband and wife. Don't worry, I won't publicize it for you in the department. Okay, take a good rest these two days, and I'll leave the work for you."

After hanging up the phone, Song Wanyue rubbed her thigh.

She was more sore than if she had run on the treadmill for ten hours straight.

Duan Baiting is really not a human being!

She buried her face in the pillow and sobbed.

After crying, I still felt a little unsatisfied.

Although...but...

it's still quite...comfortable...

and Duan Baiting looks even more handsome in that state.

He is always patient and restrained, and observes etiquette and modesty. At that time, it was like an unrestrained bird of prey, obeying the instinct of human primitive desires.

Every inch of muscle bursts with sexual tension.

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At night, she finally got out of bed.

Because I'm too hungry.

Xiao Huan was watching TV series on her tablet in the living room, while Aunt Qin continued to sit on the sofa and hook her sweater.

When Aunt Qin saw Song Wanyue appearing beside the stairs, her expression looked a little strange.

Xiao Huan, on the other hand, was eager to prove that what she said was true, so she hurriedly asked Song Wanyue: "Madam, were you the one crying last night?"

Song Wanyue was stunned by the question.

She did cry all night yesterday. She thought the house was well soundproofed, so she couldn't control the noise.

Hesitated for a moment.

Damn, didn't Duan Baiting close the bathroom door? ! !

Aunt Qin noticed the embarrassment on Song Wanyue's face and spoke up to help her out: "It was because of that ghost story you told last night that scared Wanwan."

Aunt Qin had found the reason for her, so Song Wanyue naturally took the opportunity to say: "Yes, I thought... there really was a ghost."

She even felt a little guilty about saying this.

Fortunately, Xiao Huan was young and simple in character, so she didn't think too much about it, and even comforted her: "There are no ghosts in the world, they are just urban legends. Maybe some adults use them to coax disobedient children at home."

Song Wanyue also began to face this problem: "I think so too, there are no ghosts, they are all lies."

Xiao Huan nodded seriously.

Aunt Qin watched from the side, smiling helplessly and shaking her head.

Two little children.

-Song

Wanyue rested at home for a few days, and when she returned to the company, she had accumulated a lot of work.

Fortunately, Xiao He helped her share some of the burden, otherwise she felt that she would have been exhausted to death.

As for her relationship with Mr. Duan, Xiao He hesitated to speak several times.

Maybe I figured it out later.

It's not surprising that something happened between a young and beautiful female employee and the company's president.

If you ask too many questions, it will only make the other person embarrassed.

So he gave up the idea.

Song Wanyue kept avoiding Duan Baiting during those days. After that night, she had some psychological trauma towards him.

When I see him, something hurts.

I try to hide whenever I can at home.

If he came home, she would lock herself in her room and not go out.

Occasionally Duan Baiting would come and knock on the door, but she would pretend to be asleep and not respond.

Fortunately, he was not the kind of person who liked to pester others. After making her attitude clear once or twice, he stopped looking for her.

It had been a few days since the two last met.

Brother Su came out of the office and knocked on her desk: "Take the contract I asked you to draft the day before yesterday to the president's office."

Song Wanyue looked up from the computer, stunned: "Since when did the president's office even take care of this?"

It was just an ordinary litigation contract, not qualified to appear in the president's office at all.

Brother Su said, "President Duan has to review it personally. Just take it, no more nonsense."

Song Wanyue then reluctantly took the contract to the president's office.

It was very quiet inside, everyone was doing their job, and there was no sense of relaxation.

When he heard the sound of the door being pushed open, he simply looked up and continued to work on his task.

It seems that those who can work under Duan Baiting are the elite among the elites.

I heard that the minimum requirement for an assistant is a 985 undergraduate degree.

Song Wanyue took the contract and knocked on the door.

After a moment, a deep male voice came from inside: "Come in."

Song Wanyue pushed the door open and walked in.

The moment the door closed, it seemed as if the inside was completely separated, becoming two different worlds.

In this world, there are only Song Wanyue and Duan Baiting.

After realizing this problem, Song Wanyue didn't dare to step forward.

Duan Baiting took off his glasses slowly and saw her standing there hesitating with the contract in her hands.

He looked indifferent: "What are you standing there for? Waiting for me to get it?"

Song Wanyue rolled her eyes at him a thousand and eight hundred times in her heart.

But considering that he looked like a decent human being, she really couldn't be angry with him.

She walked over and handed him the contract with both hands: "Please take a look."

Her smile was as sweet as ever, and her voice was as coquettish as ever.

Duan Baiting glanced at her, took the contract and flipped through it casually: "Did you draft it?"

Song Wanyue nodded: "Yeah."

He gave his comments: "It's average."

Song Wanyue pouted, unhappy: "This is the third version I've revised. I stayed up late to revise it."

Duan Baiting paused when he heard her words.

His eyes moved from the contract to her face. Her fair skin and the dark circles under her eyes were somewhat obvious.

At this moment, his eyebrows were drooping and he looked lost.

His expression relaxed a little, as if he was explaining to her: "To me, being well-behaved is a compliment." He

has high demands and standards for himself, and he also applies the same high demands and standards to the people around him.

Duan Baiting is well-known for his strictness. When working under him, one must always be in the best condition and not relax for even a moment.

Song Wanyue was extremely easy to coax and was feeling very pleased with herself at the moment.

The things were delivered: "Mr. Duan, I'll leave first."

Duan Baiting looked at her deeply, but finally said nothing.

Just a few minutes after returning to her workstation, Brother Su came out with another document and handed it to her: "Take it to the CEO's office."

Song Wanyue took a look and said: "This is not my responsibility."

Brother Su shrugged: "I specifically asked you to deliver it."

Song Wanyue: "..."

She really became an errand boy.

Brother Su was also wondering, this small-scale case was not worthy of wasting Mr. Duan's time.

Why do I have to do everything myself today?

Could it be that the Ministry of Justice has been slacking off recently, which has made him unhappy?

Brother Su, who had just been promoted, quickly broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

The second time I went there, the people in the president's office didn't even bother to raise their heads.

They were used to her appearance and were busy with their own things.

Song Wanyue walked into the office and placed the contract on the desk.

The voice was coquettish, but the words were sarcastic: "Mr. Duan has been quite leisurely lately."

There are also small cases such as air traffic control lawsuits.

Duan Baiting is an emotionally stable adult. He can hear her sarcasm but remains unmoved.

He flipped through the contract, occasionally pausing to examine a certain paragraph.

The slender fingers were slightly bent, tapping lightly on the table a few times.

Song Wanyue knew that this was his usual action when he was thinking.

At this moment, her attention was attracted by the slight sound.

His fingers are long, with broad metacarpal bones, and hard phalanges when slightly bent.

Every time he tapped the table, his calm posture would make Song Wanyue think of some images that she shouldn't think of.

Blushing, she looked away.

Duan Baiting's indifferent expression gradually became gloomy. He stopped what he was doing, and his tone became a little deeper: "Who did this?"

Song Wanyue was stunned and not sure: "It should be... it should be Xiao He who did it."

He closed it and threw it aside: "Redo it."

Song Wanyue couldn't help but wonder if this man was taking revenge on someone else. She walked over and picked up the contract.

"Is there any problem?"

"The annual quotation and the quarterly quotation are mixed up." He frowned, his patience gone, but still tried to remain calm, "Tell him to give it to me before he gets off work."

"Oh."

Song Wanyue obediently took the contract and left.

After returning to the Legal Department, he briefly relayed Duan Baiting's words.

Xiao He was so scared that he broke out in cold sweats, and Su Ge also broke out in cold sweats. He asked Song Wanyue, "Did Mr. Duan say anything else?"

The contract had just been handed to him, and he didn't even have time to review it.

I received a call from the president's office.

Mr. Duan will definitely think that it is because he did not conduct a strict review that he made such a low-level mistake.

Song Wanyue shook her head: "He just said to redo it, and his face didn't look very good."

Su Ge and Xiao He broke out in cold sweat even more.

Silence is better than words at this time.

Are you already considering demotion or dismissal?

Xiao He realized something was wrong later: "Why do I feel that President Duan is particularly targeting our Legal Department today?"

Before Su Ge could express his opinion, the president's office called again.

This time he looked at Song Wanyue hesitantly: "I think President Duan is not targeting the Legal Department, but..."

-Song

Wanyue who appeared in the president's office again: "..."

Why doesn't this guy recognize people after he puts on pants?

She made him happy all night, but instead of thanking him, he tortured her like this.

This time she didn't even have the slightest disguise and threw the contract directly in front of him: "Duan Baiting, why are you like this?"

She looked unhappy.

Duan Baiting glanced at the contract thrown beside him, and the unbound papers were scattered all over the floor.

He was silent for a moment, then bent down calmly and picked up the sheets one by one.

His tone was indifferent: "Don't call me by my name in the company."

Song Wanyue was really angry and laughed: "You are quite principled. You let me call you husband in bed, but I have to call you Mr. Duan in the company."

Duan Baiting leaned back in the chair, looked at her, and said in a calm tone: "Didn't you say that you don't want our relationship to be made public."

So, he was just reminding himself.

If someone heard them calling each other by their first names, they would definitely suspect that their relationship was complicated.

Song Wanyue pursed her lips, losing confidence.

She muttered in dissatisfaction: "Am I the only one left in the Legal Department?"

His eyes stayed on her awkward expression for a few seconds, and Duan Baiting put one hand on the bow tie to loosen it.

"You've been avoiding me these days."

Whether he was wearing a suit or not, he always had a sense of superiority and abstinence.

At the moment, he has brought it to the extreme, especially the slicked-back hair paired with silver-rimmed half-frame glasses. The facial lines are cold and sharp, with a bit of arrogance.

The black suit, with its broad shoulders, narrow waist and tall and upright figure, gave him a sharp aura.

At this time, he slowly opened a box of cigarettes and asked her in a calm voice, "Is it because of what happened that day?"

Song Wanyue realized that he was still upset because she had avoided him in the past few days.

So he repeatedly asked her to take the initiative to find him under the pretext of official business.

It seemed that if she continued to avoid him, she would have to live in the president's office today.

Song Wanyue was flexible and could coax people at will: "I'm not hiding from you, I just found that I have been too beautiful recently, and I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to help yourself when you see me."

The action of opening the cigarette box paused slightly, and the man supported the table with one hand and looked up at her.

Song Wanyue came closer, and a lively and sweet smile appeared on her delicate face: "My mother said that after getting married, happy girls will become beautiful."