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Xiao He couldn't see through her: "So are you going or not?"

"Of course." Song Wanyue slid the mouse and modified the numbers in the document, "It's about unity and friendship. After all, I am a part of the company."

Xiao He: "..."

This woman, why is she so different every moment.

During the lunch break, takeout food was delivered to the department one after another.

Everyone gathered together to eat and chat.

Song Wanyue had a toothache and no appetite, so she planned to get by with a glass of iced American coffee.

Ava came to the tea room with a cup of coffee and saw Xiao He standing by Song Wanyue's table and talking to her.

The latter, however, sat there contentedly, without even giving him a glance.

Ava rolled her eyes, opened the door and left.

Song Wanyue, who was inexplicably hostile, was stunned for a long time. She turned her head in disbelief and asked Xiao He: "She just gave me a cold look, right?"

Xiao He hurriedly tried to smooth things over and prevent a war from happening: "No, her contact lenses slipped."

Song Wanyue was not fooled by his clumsy lie: "Does the contact lens have to slide towards me?"

"Alright." Brother Su came over with a frown, "Why are you making such a fuss so early in the morning?"

He handed the contract in his hand to Song Wanyue and asked her to take it to General Manager Duan's office.

Thinking about meeting Duan Baiting, Song Wanyue's mood was like riding a roller coaster, rising and falling.

Let her go for now.

Song Wanyue rolled her eyes back and said, "Hmph."

The president's office was as quiet as usual today. Secretary Qin served her tea and said, "There is someone else in President Duan's office. Please wait

a moment, Miss Song." Song Wanyue nodded and sat down on the guest sofa next to her.

There were refreshments on the table, and she took a sip of the tea.

Secretary Qin was sorting out documents nearby, and Song Wanyue started chatting with her casually.

"How long has Secretary Qin been with Mr. Duan?"

Although Secretary Qin was not clear about the true relationship between Song Wanyue and Mr. Duan, he could roughly guess that it was not simple.

Just because Mr. Duan gave her special treatment.

Including the last time, Mr. Duan was in a bad mood.

Song Wanyue just came to the office and I don't know what she said.

But after she left, Mr. Duan's mood was obviously different.

She was even asked to prepare afternoon tea for the entire company, especially the legal department.

People with mysophobia can unconditionally allow another person to touch anything of theirs.

The favoritism is so obvious, how could a secretary like me not notice it?

It's a bit unfair to this high-tech job.

Secretary Qin smiled officially: "Five years."

Song Wanyue was a little surprised: "So long?"

"I was poached by President Duan from Xunmao." Secretary Qin was very thorough in his words, "President Duan had just returned to China at that time and was not very adapted to life in the country."

Song Wanyue nodded thoughtfully.

Secretary Qin smiled and added, "But I am only responsible for Mr. Duan's work matters. He rarely speaks in private and doesn't like to interact with others."

The two chatted for more than ten minutes.

However, this chat was only one-sided on Song Wanyue's side.

Secretary Qin undoubtedly regarded this as part of his job, and treated her differently depending on whether she was close to him or not, and his tone was always very polite.

Song Wanyue learned from this conversation that Secretary Qin got married seven years ago and his children are now in elementary school.

She and her husband are very loving.

He deliberately revealed this private information to Song Wanyue, probably because he hoped she would feel at ease.

My relationship with Mr. Duan is clean and clear.

Song Wanyue never thought about it deeply at all.

She has seen Secretary Qin's work ability.

I don't know how long it took, but the person inside came out, looking dejected.

An expensive suit seems to have lost its former charm.

Holding a pile of scattered waste paper in his hands.

Song Wanyue had sharp eyes and took a glance, seeing clearly the words on it.

Software development plan.

Secretary Qin added: "Mr. Duan is very strict in his work."

Song Wanyue knew this.

There have been several video conferences before, and I was also there.

The several elite executives on the screen were all extremely nervous when facing Duan Baiting.

Song Wanyue pushed open the office door with the contract in her hand.

Duan Baiting was standing in front of the French window, looking at the river view outside and lighting a cigarette.

Hearing the noise, he looked to the side.

His expression was indifferent.

Song Wanyue hesitated for a moment and shook the contract in her hand: "I'm here to deliver this."

He flicked off the ash from his cigarette and heard her turn her face away and cough.

He paused slightly and put out the cigarette.

"Have you eaten?"

He walked over and took the contract she handed over before sitting down.

Song Wanyue shook her head: "Not yet, I don't have much appetite."

She knew how to distinguish between public and private, so she generally wouldn't do anything too outrageous in the company.

At this moment, he was looking at Duan Baiting across the black office desk.

The latter lowered his head and flipped through the contract in his hand.

No problem, I closed it and put it aside.

"I just looked at the list. Are you going to the arbitration case the day after tomorrow?"

Duan Baiting is completely different at work and at home. The biggest difference is his unrestrained aura.

Song Wanyue finally understood the senior executives who were timid in front of him.

She couldn't even look him in the eye.

Song Wanyue took a deep breath, admitted defeat, lowered her head, and pretended to look at the decorations on the table.

"I'm just tagging along for the ride. I'm not qualified yet."

Duan Baiting remembered that she hadn't taken the test yet.

Recently, I would go into his study with a book every day after get off work.

He looks like he's working very hard, but in fact he starts to get distracted and fall asleep after just ten minutes.

Her self-control is very poor. Although her family members have high expectations of her, they just can't bear to be too strict with her.

Over time, this bad habit has been developed.

Duan Baiting nodded.

Seeing that he seemed to have nothing more to say, Song Wanyue politely said goodbye: "Then I'll go first."

As soon as she turned around, she paused. She remembered what Xiao He said.

He turned back hesitantly.

Duan Baiting noticed all her struggles, and he waited calmly for her to take the initiative to speak.

Song Wanyue pursed her lips and smiled: "Mr. Duan, I heard that the company has a team-building activity at the end of every year. Will you go?"

Duan Baiting was silent for a moment. It seemed that he had not been to Tanyi for a long time and was not aware of this activity.

"No."

The expected answer.

Duan Baiting likes quietness and will turn down dinner parties whenever possible.

He really couldn't push it open, and you could see some impatience on his face.

Not to mention this kind of gathering among company employees.

There were voices coming from outside, probably someone was coming in.

Song Wanyue heard Secretary Qin use her usual gentle and official tone to ask the other party to wait a moment as there were distinguished guests inside.

Instead of treating her as an employee, she was treated as a distinguished guest.

Song Wanyue emphasized her tone and deliberately said, "I will go. I have promised Xiao He that I will go."

Sure enough, when he heard the word "Xiao He", Duan Baiting paused.

He raised his chin slightly and met Song Wanyue's eyes.

The latter supported his face with his hands and smiled at him.

It's obviously intentional. There is a kind of willful arrogance in it.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers tapped the contract next to him.

Finally, I just left her with one sentence: we'll talk about it when the time comes.

A very perfunctory sentence.

But Song Wanyue was confident enough that he would go.

If you don't go, he will refuse directly.

This ambiguous answer is a nod on another level.

He left the president's office with a smile, leaving Mr. Chen who was waiting beside him stunned.

Few people come out of it with a smile.

Secretary Qin did not give him the chance to continue to doubt. He placed one hand in front of his abdomen and extended the other hand forward, making a "please" gesture.

"Mr. Chen."

The man came back to his senses, his emotions tense again, and he opened the office door.

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Song Wanyue returned to her workstation, and her mood was obviously much better than before she left.

Brother Su glanced at her expression and knew that there was no problem with the contract this time, so he continued to work on his own things.

Xiao He was searching on his phone for clothes to wear for the annual meeting.

He selected several sets but couldn't make up his mind, so he asked Song Wanyue to help him with some advice.

"You have good aesthetic sense, can you help me see which one looks better and suits my temperament better?"

Song Wanyue just raised her eyes towards him and rejected all of them: "The texture is too bad, the style is too bad, and the size is probably not suitable. You will have to take it to the tailor shop for modification later. If your budget is not enough, I suggest you don't buy the suit."

Xiao He's aesthetic sense was hit hard by her, but he didn't give up: "I want to buy it because I see how handsome Mr. Duan looks in a suit."

He used others as a reference instead of choosing a practical one.

"How can they be the same? All his suits are high-end custom-made and sewn by hand. A single shirt costs five figures. And." Song Wanyue paused and pointed out the fact mercilessly, "He looks handsome in a suit because he is handsome, not because the suit looks handsome."

After a series of blows, Xiao He collapsed on the table weakly.

He also planned to use the annual meeting to completely get rid of the label of otaku and make a stunning appearance.

Seeing him like this, Song Wanyue felt a little bit sorry for him.

"How about this, you tell me your budget, and when I have time, I'll help you put together a set."

Xiao He came back to life instantly, holding her hand with tears in his eyes: "Thank you so much, you are my second parent!!"

Song Wanyue pulled her hand out in disgust and rubbed it against him: "Don't touch me."

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Song Wanyue, who has always been against internal competition and leaving work on time, was forced to stay and work overtime for an extra hour for the first time.

Brother Su even ordered takeout for all his colleagues in the legal department.

Of course, I have to use the company's account to count, and finally I have to take the invoice to the finance department for reimbursement.

In the conference room, in order to save time, everyone ate while holding the meeting.

We ordered Hunan cuisine today. Song Wanyue has a Shanghai-style flavor and can't tolerate anything spicy.

In addition, my teeth and entire mouth were hurting, so I had no appetite.

The meeting ended at eight o'clock.

She dragged her tired body out of the meeting room, and there were two unread messages on the mobile phone on the table.

All from half an hour ago.

[Duan Baiting: Working overtime today? 】

【Duan Baiting: Call me after work. 】

Seeing that she was feeling sick all day, her colleague Xiuxiu handed her a bottle of fruit tea she had made herself: "I see you haven't eaten anything today, drink some of this to maintain your strength."

Song Wanyue took the fruit tea and hugged her: "Wow, how come you are so well?"

Xiuxiu blushed, a little at a loss.

She is a relatively introverted person. Although she joined the company two months earlier than Song Wanyue and the others, her relationship with her colleagues is limited to just saying hello when they meet each other every day.

I originally planned to give this bottle of fruit tea to Song Wanyue at noon, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

I was afraid that she would reject me, and I was also afraid that she would despise me.

After all, the afternoon tea that the other party usually orders is enough to cover my food expenses for several days.

But when I saw her only took a sip of soup during the meeting just now, out of concern, I still mustered up the courage to hand it to her.

But I didn't expect the other party to be so enthusiastic.

Instead of looking down on her, he hugged her and praised her.

Xiuxiu blushed and was hugged by Song Wanyue.

His hands hung awkwardly at his sides, and he was thinking how soft and fragrant her body was.

-After

Xiuxiu left, Song Wanyue was the only one left in the entire department.

She didn't call Duan Baiting, but went directly to the president's office.

Except for the office lights which were still on, there was no one in the president's office.

Song Wanyue walked in quietly without knocking and pushed the door open gently.

The cool woody scent has a sinful temptation in the middle of the night.

Even the slightest sound cannot be hidden in this quiet night.

Duan Baiting took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows: "Is the work done?"

Song Wanyue nodded: "Done."

He hummed in his throat, picked up his coat beside him and stood up: "Let's go."

Song Wanyue sniffed and smelled the faint smell of tobacco in the air that had not yet been completely purified by the purification system.

"Have you smoked?"

"Yeah." He replied lightly and put on his coat.

He glanced at her thin camel coat, then took off the clothes he had just put on and put them on her shoulders, "It's ten degrees below zero today, and you're only wearing this little?"

Song Wanyue pursed her lips, a little lacking in confidence, "During the day... It's not so cold when you go out during the day."

"Indeed." He agreed with her, "It's eight degrees below zero during the day, it's indeed not that cold."

"..."

Why did you suddenly become so sarcastic?

She is the typical person who prefers style over warmth. She always travels in the car and works in the company anyway.

There is little chance to go out and get cold wind.

Hearing the hoarseness in his voice and the fatigue in his eyes, Song Wanyue asked him, "When was the last time you slept?" At

this time, most people in the company had left. Except for the R&D and Technical departments, which still had lights on, the corridor was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Duan Baiting pressed the elevator button: "Half an hour ago."

Song Wanyue understood. Half an hour ago, that means he took a light nap while waiting for her.

No wonder he smokes, probably to relieve fatigue.

"I'm talking about more than eight hours of sleep."

Light sleep doesn't count.

The elevator door closed and no sound came from my side.

Until the number becomes negative one.

Duan Baiting walked out of the elevator: "I don't remember."

His car was easy to find, in a dedicated parking space.

The moment she walked out of the elevator, Song Wanyue truly realized Duan Baiting's doubts about her outfit.

The bone-chilling chill made her shiver uncontrollably, but luckily she had his coat on her shoulders.

She used both hands to gather the coat and wrap it tightly around herself.

Duan Baiting's myopia is not severe, but he basically wears glasses when driving.

At this moment, the pair of thin-rimmed gold glasses rested on his high nose bridge, and the fatigue in his eyes was partially blocked by the lenses.

Plus the lighting in the underground garage is dim.

There was not a single thing that seemed unusual.

He opened the passenger door for her and looked down at the time on his watch.

Song Wanyue noticed his action and held the car door with her hand and refused to get in: "Are you going out again later?"

"I have a dinner party."

He patted her back gently and urged her to get in quickly.

Song Wanyue took a step back and reached out to him: "Car keys."

Duan Baiting was unmoved.

Song Wanyue waited impatiently: "Give it to me."

There was a hint of displeasure in her voice, but it was still hard to tell that she was angry.

More like acting like a spoiled brat.

Duan Baiting's calm gaze stayed on her for a moment, and finally he handed her the car keys.

Song Wanyue usually drives some nice-looking supercars and is not interested in this kind of business-like car.

Sitting in the driver's seat and holding the steering wheel, I felt a little uncomfortable.

She looked around and found that the operations were similar.

I usually travel with a driver, but I drive myself occasionally.

Duan Baiting rarely sits in the passenger seat, almost never.

Song Wanyue's driving skills are average and she often brakes suddenly, but fortunately this car has good shock absorption.

She mainly saw that Duan Baiting was too tired, so she let him rest first.

I don't like a too quiet driving environment. Instead of expecting Duan Baiting to say a few more words, I might as well talk to myself.

Song Wanyue turned on the radio station, and no one knew whose songs were playing, all of them were English covers.

"You're so tired, you'd better postpone that dinner."

He took off his glasses with one hand and turned his eyes when he heard her words.

There was a traffic jam at the time, and Song Wanyue was maliciously cut off by the car next to her. She gritted her teeth in anger and decided not to come back.

His eyes were focused on the traffic ahead, but he could also feel Duan Baiting's gaze towards him.

She explained softly: "I think you are too tired now. Your health is more important. You should have a good rest."

He replied with a single word in a calm tone: "Yeah."

...How perfunctory.

After finally managing to maneuver the car around, Song Wanyue, who had won the "battle", finally had enough energy to lecture Duan Baiting.

"It's said on the Internet that if a company's leader is too busy, it means the company can't make much money. So you..."

It was too quiet next to her, so she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

The passenger seat was moved back a little, and the man tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

Song Wanyue tightened her grip on the reverse plate, then loosened it.

She turned off the radio.

Forget it, let him have a good sleep, he is so tired.

Song Wanyue sometimes often wondered if God, when creating Duan Baiting, had given him the best appearance and IQ but omitted the vocal cords.

Otherwise, how could there be such a taciturn person?

Even when sleeping, it is so quiet that only the sound of breathing can be heard.

After arriving home, she parked the car at the entrance of the basement and did not drive in directly.

Instead, she leaned against the steering wheel and took a closer look at the sleeping man.

From Song Wanyue's angle, she could only see the side of his face. The street lights outside shone brightly in, deepening his outline and shadow.

His facial features were flawless, but the lines were too sharp, giving him a sense of superiority and coldness.

A cold appearance coupled with an unkind personality.

I don't know how lonely this person's childhood was. I guess he didn't even have a good friend.

Song Wanyue stared at him for a while, her eyes involuntarily sliding from his nose to the corners of his lips.

Hmm.....

her fingers on the center console armrest curled up slightly and she swallowed.

He is sleeping so soundly, if I kiss him now, he won't know, right?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Song Wanyue quickly rejected it.

She is not a despicable person who takes advantage of others' misfortune.

Taking advantage of the other person's sleep and kissing them secretly, does that count as sexual harassment?

Song Wanyue unbuckled her seat belt and was about to wake him up.

The hand reached out and stopped in mid-air.

She bit her lip as she looked at Duan Baiting's sleeping face, and fell into confusion again.

But it's rare for him to be so well behaved.

He restrained his fierce aura, and with his eyes closed, one could not see the oppressive coldness in his eyes.

Now he is just an ordinary person.

Except that it doesn't look that ordinary.

If you don't take action now, you may never have another chance in the future.

Song Wanyue was very determined. She thought that if he found out, she would just pretend to be stupid.

Just as I was about to get up, someone knocked on the car window outside.

The thief's intentions were quickly retracted, and he became even more panicked because he was afraid of being discovered.

She pressed the buttons randomly, trying to lower the window, but pressed the wrong button and the horn honked twice.

Xiaohuan outside the window was startled.

Duan Baiting also woke up. He sat up straight and looked at his watch. It was nine forty-five.

The journey should have taken more than 20 minutes, but it took her more than an hour.

Song Wanyue didn't see the drowsiness in his eyes as if he had just woken up.

There was a moment of silence: "Are you pretending to sleep?"

He adjusted the seat height back to its original position without denying it.

Song Wanyue thought about her behavior just now and felt something was wrong: "How long have you been pretending?"

He pushed open the car door: "Before you wanted to kiss me secretly."

Song Wanyue: "..."

After the man got out of the car, she rested her head on the steering wheel in pain, wishing she could build a time machine on the spot, travel back to ten minutes ago, and then strangle the shameful self to death.

Woo woo woo, it's not like I haven't kissed you before.

There's no place on his body that I haven't kissed and touched, so why embarrass myself like this?

Xiao Huan also came out to throw away the garbage and happened to see that the car had been parked here and had not driven in yet.

I was worried that something unexpected had happened, so I came over to check it out.

Suffering from a toothache and a severe mental blow, Song Wanyue looked listless and walked into the house weakly, "Nothing happened."

In the living room, the express deliveries were piled aside, with several paper bags printed with large logos.

The recipient is all written as lucky.

Xiaohuan said that these all arrived today.

Song Wanyue has been receiving a lot of express deliveries recently, all of which are New Year gifts from brands.

As the VIC of major luxury brands, we always receive greetings and various invitations during festivals.

She went upstairs to change her clothes and asked Xiao Huan to help her unpack the express.

You can't always take up space in the living room.

When Song Wanyue came down after changing her clothes, Xiao Huan was looking surprised.

These were all luxury items that she usually wanted to buy but couldn't afford.

Chanel bags, C&G hats and sunglasses, and Tn's flagship new product this year - rhinestone high heels.

I heard that there are only 300 pairs available worldwide, and the diamonds on them are all real diamonds.

Song Wanyue, however, looked disinterested and thought the shoes were too tacky.

After Tn changed its designer two years ago, she never set foot in the store again.

Even though she would receive messages from brand SAs asking about her health every once in a while, she would just respond with a perfunctory and polite sentence or two.

But I didn't even want to go.

Especially this pair of new products that are the main focus this year.

She loves diamonds, but putting so many on a pair of high heels at once is ridiculous.

Song Wanyue stretched out two fingers in disgust and threw it away along with the shoelace box.

"Take a look at these. If you like any of them, keep them. If you don't like any of them, you can sell them on second-hand platforms."

Xiao Huan's eyes lit up: "Then the selling fee..."

The way the little girl bowed to money was quite cute. Song Wanyue pinched her face: "Of course it's yours."

Xiao Huan clasped her hands together to thank the Bodhisattva for blessing her with this unexpected fortune.

After thanking the Bodhisattva, he went to thank Song Wanyue.

He said she was his own Bodhisattva.

dilif has a big fashion show at the end of the year and sent an invitation to Song Wanyue in Paris.

I went there every year, but this year.

She looked at the date and it was the time for the company's team-building event.

Forget it, watching a show is not as important as a honeymoon.

Song Wanyue threw the invitation away casually. After Xiao Huan helped her warm up the milk to help her sleep before bed, she was about to go upstairs with the cup in her hand.

The moment I stood up, I saw a box pushed into the corner, and inside it were two neatly folded scarves.

She put down the cup and came over, shaking out her scarf.

A couple's scarf with one gray and white stripes and one light brown stripes.

The wool texture is very soft.

She smiled and said to Xiao Huan, "I'll take these two scarves."

She went upstairs to her room holding the scarves and carrying the milk, and saw Duan Baiting taking out pajamas from the closet and preparing to change into them.

He must have just finished a shower, and there was a faint scent of shower gel on his body.

Song Wanyue closed the door with her backhand. Instead of trying to avoid suspicion, she leaned against the wall openly, staring at him while drinking milk.

Duan Baiting only gave her a brief glance when she opened the door.

After that, it seemed as if there was no other person in the room.

He lifted the bath towel, and his tight and attractive muscles appeared in front of Song Wanyue.

Her eyes unconsciously moved downwards.

In fact, he was wearing something underneath.

But he had just taken a shower and was only wearing one pair of...

Song Wanyue looked at the amazing curves while he was still sleeping.

He quickly looked away.

Duan Baiting didn't notice her little thoughts.

Or maybe, I don't care.

He put his arm into the sleeve, then the other arm, and then slowly buttoned the buttons one by one.

After putting on her pajamas, he glanced at the door and reminded her: "It's eleven o'clock."

Song Wanyue was stunned: "Ah?"

Realizing that he was reminding her that it was getting late, she nodded: "Oh, oh, I'll go... I'll go take a shower."

As she spoke, her eyes moved down uncontrollably.

Even if I changed into loose-fitting pajamas, the curve there was hard to ignore.

Duan Baiting paused for a moment and lowered his head following her gaze.

"......"

His temples tightened and he lowered his voice: "Go take a shower!"

Song Wanyue muttered softly and went to the bathroom.

What a stingy guy! She has seen him without pants, and now she won't let me see him after he puts on pants?

Why are you pretending to be so noble? Huh.

She doesn't want it at all. She won't watch it even if you ask her to.

Ever since the weather turned cooler, Song Wanyue has been keen on taking baths, and she would soak for more than half an hour at a time.

He would not get up until he felt dizzy and his head was swollen.

Plus meticulous care for the entire body, from head to toe.

It took two hours for her to finish her shower.

Charge your hand warmers in advance and be prepared for a cold bed.

After opening the door, the bedside lamp was on. Duan Baiting was half lying on the bed with a pillow behind his back, reading a book in his hand.

Seeing Song Wanyue, he closed the book, took off his glasses, and placed them on the bedside table next to him.

Song Wanyue was stunned. She was not used to such scenes.

Duan Baiting waited in bed for her to finish her shower and go to sleep together.

His hand was still on the door handle: "Don't you have a dinner party today?"

He laid the pillow flat, lifted the quilt and lay down: "Push it away."

Song Wanyue was stunned again.

Afterwards, an indescribable warmth slowly welled up over me.

So he listened carefully to what he said in the car?

She happily put the hand warmer aside, threw back the quilt and got into bed.

The quilt had already been warmed by his sleep, and there was a faint cool fragrance.

It smelled particularly good.

Song Wanyue hugged him and refused to let go: "My mother didn't lie to me."

Duan Baiting turned off the bedside lamp.

"What do you mean I didn't lie to you?" Five words without any ups and downs in the tone.

Song Wanyue felt that this person didn't want to ask her any questions at all.

Instead, he knew that she was waiting for him to ask these five words, and then she would answer him naturally.

"My mother said that sleeping with a man in your arms is more effective than a hundred hot water bottles."

Song Wanyue hugged him and rubbed him, "Duan Baiting, good night."

It was a silent night and the silence lasted for a long time.

The man's slightly low voice said: "Good night."

That night, I was rarely woken up by cold hands and feet.

But I had a toothache in the middle of the process and woke up.

Song Wanyue felt her entire gums were throbbing with pain. I have been in pain all day today, and now the pain has intensified and is unbearable.

She relied on her intuition to grope around on the bedside table and finally found her cell phone.

After adjusting the brightness to the lowest level, click on the search bar and enter your symptoms.

The first diagnosis she saw made her eyes go dark.

——Gum cancer.

With trembling hands, she clicked on the relevant information and scrolled down.

The pictures of the patients, the treatments and the various symptoms made her scalp tingle.

The more she looked, the more she felt that the symptoms were exactly the same as hers.

The sleepiness was completely gone due to the fright, and due to the psychological effect, my gums and all my teeth were in severe pain.

Noticing something strange about the person next to him, Duan Baiting reached out and touched her back.

Her pajamas were soaked and she was covered in cold sweat.

He frowned and sat up: "What's wrong?"

Song Wanyue was so scared that she tried hard to hold back her tears. In those ten minutes, she even thought about how to distribute the inheritance.

The problem is that she still has so many brand-name clothes and bags that she hasn't had time to wear yet.

Duan Baiting turned on the bedside lamp, bent down, put his hand on her shoulder, slowed down his tone and asked again: "What's wrong, did you have a nightmare?"

She cried out and threw herself into his arms.

When a man is about to die, his words are true.

"Let's do it one last time, at least... at least I won't have so many regrets before I die."

Duan Baiting frowned even deeper and pulled her out of his arms: "What do you mean by life or death? What happened?"

She choked and told him the whole story.

Duan Baiting's worried expression gradually turned into speechlessness.

He pinched her face with one hand and asked her to open her mouth.

Song Wanyue still had tears on her face. When she heard his words, she obediently opened her mouth.

Duan Baiting took the phone from her hand, turned on the flashlight, and shone it into her mouth.

After a moment, he got out of bed, walked straight to the closet, took out his clothes and changed.

He glanced at Song Wanyue's wet pajamas: "Go take a shower and change your clothes."

"Ah?" She was still confused, "Where to?"

Duan Baiting put on his coat: "Dental clinic."

She was even more confused. Shouldn't you go to the hospital to treat the illness? Why go to the dental clinic?

Duan Baiting looked at her and said, "Pull out the wisdom teeth."