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When Song Wanyue sat in the passenger seat of Duan Baiting's car after taking a shower and changing her clothes, she finally realized what was happening.

She had an inflamed wisdom tooth, not gum cancer.

After realizing this, she hugged the blanket and said nothing.

It was so quiet around her that Duan Baiting glanced at her distractedly while driving: "Are you still sleepy?"

Song Wanyue shook her head. The depression caused by the pain made her not want to talk.

He lay back with the blanket covering his face.

Duan Baiting turned up the car temperature a little.

It was just dawn at this time and the fog was very heavy in the morning. There were already stalls selling breakfast on the roadside.

Song Wanyue felt so painful that she wanted to cry, but because she was too embarrassed, she tried her best to endure it.

After all, what happened just now was embarrassing enough.

Duan Baiting must think she is stupid and...lustful.

Even when death is imminent, he's still thinking about one last shot.

She whimpered in pain, hugged the blanket to her arms, and rolled over toward the door.

I don't want Duan Baiting to see me like this.

The car drove to a dental hospital, which was very large and seemed to be a private one.

Duan Baiting parked the car and saw that she hadn't moved yet, so he reminded her, "We're here."

The blanket moved and the person inside poked out a pair of eyes.

Then he reluctantly sat up, opened the car door and got out.

There were nurses on night shift at the hospital. Duan Baiting had obviously greeted them in advance. After he gave his surname, the nurse took them to the second floor.

Maybe it was due to psychological factors, but Song Wanyue felt her toothache was getting worse.

She didn't care about the embarrassment at the moment and leaned in Duan Baiting's arms for comfort.

Duan Baiting hugged her and stroked her back gently: "Does it hurt a lot?"

"Yeah." She choked, "It hurts a lot."

"Bear with it a little longer, it will be fine after you take the painkillers." He spoke in a soft voice, trying to coax her.

Song Wanyue pursed her lips, tears in her eyes, and nodded.

After getting out of the elevator, the nurse took them to the clinic at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

The man in the white coat just took off his mask and prepared to go into the inner room to wash and disinfect his hands.

I heard a knock on the door and looked outside.

Then he saw a scene that he would never forget.

Duan Baiting held a little girl in his arms and patiently used the ice milk in his hand to reduce her swelling and pain.

Shang Heng pulled out a chair and put on disposable gloves: "What's the matter, is your tooth hurting?"

Song Wanyue was whining and acting coquettishly with Duan Baiting, and the man's voice drew her attention.

The man sitting in the clinic had a face that did not give any indication of his medical skills.

He doesn't look like a dentist, but more like the male lead who plays a dentist in an idol drama.

Duan Baiting led her in and answered for her: "You have a toothache, it should be an inflamed wisdom tooth."

Shang Heng leaned sideways, took out a flashlight, and looked at Song Wanyue: "Open your mouth."

She glanced at Duan Baiting worriedly.

The latter patted her on the back, very gently.

"Be obedient."

She then opened her mouth hesitantly.

The man shone the flashlight in her mouth and finally made a diagnosis: "It is indeed an inflamed wisdom tooth. Is this the first time it hurts?"

He asked while looking at Song Wanyue.

She shook her head: "It happened a few times before, but I just endured it, so I didn't take it too seriously."

"You can even endure a toothache." Shang Heng smiled playfully and looked at Duan Baiting, "Your wife looks delicate, but she's quite tough."

Song Wanyue instantly got angry when she heard the last two words in his words.

I can't speak too loudly because of the toothache.

Even when he was angry, he spoke in a soft tone so that you couldn't hear much anger.

"You are the tough one."

Shang Heng looked at her with interest: "You are so energetic, don't your teeth hurt?"

Toothache is uncomfortable enough, and it makes you angry.

Song Wanyue stood up aggrievedly and hugged Duan Baiting's arm: "Let's go to another hospital."

Duan Baiting looked at the time. Most dental clinics were not open at this time.

The hospital was not open yet.

She was in so much pain again.

After Duan Baiting comforted her with words, he asked Shang Heng to speak less.

Hearing his natural and familiar tone, Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment, tugged at Duan Baiting's sleeve, and asked him in a low voice: "Is he your friend?"

"Not really." He pushed her back into the chair and sat down again, "He is Xi Yang's friend, we are just acquaintances."

"That's good."

Seeing her breathe a sigh of relief, Shang Heng looked a bit ruffian-like, and spoke in authentic Beijing dialect.

When he spoke, he gave people a feeling of being out of tune; "What's the matter, is it shameful to be friends with me?"

Song Wanyue narrowed her eyes and curled her lips at him, giving him a very perfunctory smile: "No, how could it be. Being friends with you is simply an honor of a lifetime, which I can't ask for even if I burn incense."

She was spoiled by nature, and her likes and dislikes were very clear, and she was too lazy to pretend.

Shang Heng felt a little uncomfortable with her sarcastic tone.

He has always been popular wherever he goes, but he has never been treated like this before.

After being stunned for a while, I felt it was fresh and new.

He didn't mind. He lowered his head and wrote the case, not forgetting to praise her: "Your wife is very special and interesting."

Song Wanyue was in Duan Baiting's arms, rolling her eyes to the sky.

What a corny line from a mindless idol drama.

Because Song Wanyue's wisdom tooth is still in the inflamed stage, it cannot be removed for the time being, so she can only take anti-inflammatory measures first.

He prescribed some medicine and asked the nurse to take her to take a dental X-ray.

After the film came out, he stroked his chin and looked at it for a while.

The shape and position are good, and it can also avoid some unnecessary sins.

Shang Heng and Duan Baiting confirmed the time and finally set it for the afternoon of a week later.

Finally I can walk.

Song Wanyue had just breathed a sigh of relief when Shang Heng came in after washing his hands: "Let's have breakfast together. Xi Yang will be here soon."

It was already dawn outside, carrying with it the chill unique to the northern city's winter.

The whole city is still very quiet and the air is particularly fresh.

Song Wanyue took painkillers, and now the effect of the medicine has begun to take effect, and the pain caused by the inflammation of the wisdom tooth is gradually disappearing.

She was stubborn and wanted to say that she was not hungry.

As a result, my stomach didn't cooperate and made a gurgling sound.

She lowered her head in shame and covered her belly with her hands.

Shang Heng smiled, took off his white coat, took down the coat hanging on the wall and put it on: "Let's go, I have already booked a seat."

Duan Baiting glanced at Song Wanyue, asking for her opinion.

Song Wanyue did not continue to object. It was just a meal and it was not her money.

Why not go.

Deshenglou is an old brand with a history of one hundred years, located near the old site.

Because it is close to the scenic spot, there is no shortage of guests.

But the high price still scared away some people.

It's still early, not many people there. The waiter took them to the VIP seats on the third floor.

Shang Heng seemed to be familiar with the place and seemed to be a frequent visitor here.

Afterwards, Song Wanyue learned that this was the property of his great-grandfather.

The old man used to sell breakfast at a stall, and later by chance he married a rich girl.

They are in love with each other.

But the two families are not a good match.

But the rich girl was love-brained and determined to marry a street vendor.

In the end, her family had no choice but to invest and open a teahouse for the man.

At least he had some assets, so he wasn't too shabby.

Unexpectedly, he was able to make the business successful, which eventually grew bigger and bigger, and his store also kept expanding.

The waiter brought a pot of Dahongpao. Shang Heng poured them each a glass and started chatting with Duan Baiting: "A few years ago, I took a fancy to the land here and wanted to develop a tourist hotel. My grandfather almost chopped off my head. The old man has passed away for so long, and this teahouse can't make much money. It's a pity for this piece of land."

He took a sip of tea and looked around.

A good place with water and mountains nearby.

"This location is suitable for a teahouse, but forget about it as a hotel."

There was heating in the house, and Duan Baiting was afraid that Song Wanyue would be too hot, so he took her coat, folded it and put it in the clothes basket beside him.

After hearing what he said, Shang Heng immediately gave up his long-standing idea: "Yes, this place is spacious if used as a teahouse, but it's a bit small for a hotel."

Song Wanyue leaned close to Duan Baiting's ear and whispered, "Don't tell him."

It is not known whether she did it on purpose or accidentally, Shang Heng heard it clearly: "Little sister, this is not kind of you."

Song Wanyue pretended not to hear it and lowered her head to continue drinking tea.

Duan Baiting raised his lower lip slightly. Seeing that she took so long to drink a cup of tea, he guessed that she didn't like it very much.

"What do you want to drink?"

Shang Heng reminded: "Don't drink ice drinks or coffee when your wisdom teeth are inflamed. It's best to drink water."

If you can't drink ice drinks, then what fun is there in life?

Song Wanyue went to see Duan Baiting in pain.

The latter has called the waiter and asked her to bring a glass of warm water.

Duan Baiting ignored her pitiful look: "You have a cold body. Even if your wisdom tooth is not inflamed, you should drink less cold drinks."

Shang Heng gloated on the side and imitated her tone: "Are you being taught a lesson?"

Song Wanyue took Duan Baiting's arm and leaned her head on it: "We call this husband and wife interest."

She deliberately acted coquettishly with him, "Isn't it, husband?"

Duan Baiting was not good at this kind of acting, but he still nodded in cooperation.

Although it seemed perfunctory, for him, it was the biggest concession.

I guess I thought she was sick and feeling uncomfortable today, so I tried to go along with her as much as possible.

Shang Heng was watching from the side and was still not satisfied.

When have I ever seen Duan Baiting like this? He may not be completely obedient to another person, but at least he can meet three out of ten requests.

It is already very rare.

I heard from Xi Yang before that he was married to a pampered southern wife.

She looks coquettish, speaks coquettishly, and her every move is coquettish.

She is just like a spoiled young lady who grew up in a honey pot.

She gets angry and has a bad temper if things don't go her way.

Shang Heng felt tired just listening to it.

I feel tired for Duan Baiting and also for that southern lady.

A cold-blooded, heartless person with absolutely no patience.

A spoiled child who needs to be coaxed by others all the time.

But looking at this scene now, it is somewhat intriguing.

Xi Yang arrived late, looking a little dusty.

She was dressed casually, with her hair casually pulled back, a bit like a slicked-back hairstyle, but a little messier.

Looks kind of lazy and casual.

He pulled out a chair and sat down. His eyes first rested on Song Wanyue and he greeted her: "Lucky, good morning."

Song Wanyue smiled and replied: "Good morning, um..."

He greeted her with her English name, and she wanted to use the same way, but was stuck on the name.

Duan Baiting reminded from the side: "Yang."

Song Wanyue smiled and completed: "Yang."

Shang Heng narrowed his eyes: "Lucky? Why do I feel this name is so familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere."

Song Wanyue was bored: "It's so common, it would be strange if I wasn't familiar with it."

It was indeed common, but he always felt as if he had heard it somewhere.

I couldn't remember it at the moment, so I didn't take it to heart.

I chatted with Xi Yang for a while. He just came back from Boston and came here as soon as the plane landed.

"It just so happens that Little Lucky is here today, why don't we call Little Weiwei out later to keep her company?" Shang Heng suggested.

Xi Yang smiled and nodded: "I'll call her when she wakes up, if I have time."

Song Wanyue caught the word "Wei" and probably guessed that it was Yun Wei.

She asked Duan Baiting: "Aren't we going home later?"

Breakfast was served, all of which were authentic local dishes.

Fried liver, tofu pudding, fried dough rings and soy milk.

Duan Baiting was afraid that she wouldn't be used to it, so he specially ordered a portion of pea yellow for her.

The inflammation of the wisdom tooth caused a dry throat, so she kept drinking water and the cup was soon empty.

Duan Baiting called the waiter and asked for a pot of warm water. When she had almost finished drinking, he refilled it for her himself.

Xi Yang has passed the stage of being stunned and is no longer surprised.

Shang Heng, on the other hand, felt that his understanding of Duan Baiting over the years had been refreshed this morning.

This person actually has such patience?

This person can actually be so considerate sometimes?

When Duan Baiting interacts with people, interests always take precedence over personal feelings.

Pass through the world of fame and fortune without getting a single leaf of it in your way.

It's not that he is so self-righteous, but in his eyes, feelings are the most useless things.

But now.

Song Wanyue pointed to the sugar-coated cakes on the next table and said, "I want to eat that."

He reminded her calmly, "Be careful about what you eat."

"It's okay, I'll eat less." She grabbed his sleeve, shook it gently, and whispered coquettishly, "If I can't eat it, I'll have nightmares at night."

Who would have a nightmare because of not being able to eat something.

Obviously a lie.

Duan Baiting still ordered one for her.

After getting what she wanted, she hugged him and sobbed, "You are still the best~" Her

voice had the upper hand, and coupled with her speaking habits from childhood, the end of her words would always rise a little.

Once she started to act coquettishly, not only would Duan Baiting be unable to resist, even the Lord would have to make her a portion of sugar-coated pancake personally.

Shang Heng took a sip of coffee, unbuttoned the front buttons of his coat with one hand, and leaned back in his chair.

Now I understand why Duan Baiting agreed to marry this spoiled young lady.

It's a bit pretentious, but it's really beautiful.

Because she is beautiful, her pretentiousness and acting all become advantages.

When the sugar-coated pancake came, she only ate half of it.

I have no resistance to sweet foods, but I don't dare to eat too much.

She pinched her collagen-covered cheeks. She couldn't eat anymore.

Although I don't pursue skinny beauty, I can't be too fat.

There are so many dresses in the cloakroom with the tags still on, as well as several haute couture dresses that I had just flown to New York to have tailor-made a few months ago.

If the weight goes up, I have to fly a long way to change the size.

She pinched her face, looking annoyed, and pushed the remaining half of the sugar-coated pancake in front of Duan Baiting: "Do you want to eat it?"

He saw everything she did just now, and Duan Baiting found it funny: "What?"

She was unhappy: "I seem to have gained a little weight, and my waist is a little thicker."

Maybe it was because she grew up abroad that her eating habits were affected. Duan Baiting has a light taste and is not used to oily or spicy food.

He moved the plate away: "I'm not fat."

Song Wanyue was sure that he was fooling her: "How do you know I'm not fat?"

It was obvious that none of the breakfasts on the table suited his appetite. He took two bites of the tofu pudding and put down the spoon.

He lowered his head, his eyes calm and indifferent, and asked her calmly: "How do you say I knew that?"

Song Wanyue blinked.

Then he reacted, coughed lightly, and lowered his head to eat the doughnuts to hide his panic.

Yeah, how else would he know.

He holds her in his arms as he sleeps every day.

-The

two people next to them were forced to eat a mouthful of dog food. Xi Yang went out to answer a phone call. It should be Yun Wei calling.

Shang Heng was left alone to face them.

He was thick-skinned enough and was not affected at all. Instead, he joked with Song Wanyue with a grin: "I heard from Xi Yang that you were born and raised in Shanghai. What do you eat for breakfast there?"

Song Wanyue thought for a moment: "Congee rice and soy milk."

"They are almost the same." He spoke in a Beijing accent and raised his chin slightly, pointing to the bowl of soy milk next to her. "This is almost the same as the soy milk in your hometown. Try it."

Duan Baiting's eyes became meaningful and he glanced at Song Wanyue.

Seeing that she was interested and eager to try, he tried to stop her: "Don't drink it."

Song Wanyue said seriously: "Soybeans are good for beauty."

Shang Heng's smile widened and he looked at her with interest.

Song Wanyue picked up the bowl, took a small sip, and before she could swallow it, she frowned and spat it out.

She looked in pain, feeling like she had drunk rotten water by mistake, and retched a few times.

Duan Baiting took a tissue to wipe her mouth.

He glanced at the stain on her collar and said, "Go to the bathroom and wipe it off."

He took out a pack of wet wipes from the table and handed it to her.

Song Wanyue gulped down two glasses of water in pain, then glared hatefully at Shang Heng, who was laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, and got up to go to the bathroom.

Not long after she left, Xi Yang came to pick her up.

Yun Wei must have just woken up. She was wearing no makeup and a long dark down jacket.

There is also a school emblem embroidered on the chest.

She graduated from the Film Academy, and this dress was the school uniform issued by the school that year. I have kept it because of its good quality and warmth.

She casually tied her long hair up twice and fixed it behind her head with a clip.

There is a kind of elegant and casual beauty.

She saw an empty seat next to Duan Baiting: "Where's Wanwan?"

Shang Heng hadn't laughed enough, so he told her the whole story: "It's even funnier than your expression at that time."

Yun Wei shook her head helplessly. He had teased her in the same way before.

Song Wanyue went away and didn't come back for several minutes. Duan Baiting was worried and went to find her.

Xi Yang and Shang Heng looked at each other, and the latter whistled.

Trapped in it.

Sure enough, sweet girls are the best.

Even a cold-blooded and unfeeling black-hearted businessman like Duan Baiting can be taken down.

The bean juice was not difficult to wipe off; she just washed it off with water.

I just felt embarrassed and refused to go out.

This teahouse is worthy of being a century-old shop with a long history. Each bathroom is separate and some are even built like suites.

There is also a place for people to rest.

There is a screen in the middle.

Song Wanyue was standing behind the screen, with her head down, sending messages to Shizuka frantically.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: I'm going crazy now.] 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish eating: Duan Baiting, Duan Baiting's friends and I went out to have breakfast together, and then I took a sip of soy milk. It's soy juice, not soy milk. 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish it: I can't describe the taste to you in detail. You remember the garbage dump in our junior high school, and the water that flowed out of it? Although I haven't tasted it, I think they taste the same. 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish it: Then I couldn't help it and vomited it out on the spot. Ahhhhhhh! ! I vomited! ! ! Duan Baiting and his friends were watching, and he even wiped my mouth! ! Oh my God, it would be great if he could just pretend he didn't see it, then I could still deceive myself! ! TOT】

【Wanwan couldn't finish it: Why wasn't that bowl of bean juice poisonous? It just poisoned me and made me faint. I would rather face the white walls of the ICU than face them. 】

Shizuka is probably still sleeping at this time.

After venting her anger unilaterally, Song Wanyue started looking through the taxi-hailing app again.

Just take a taxi and leave, then find an excuse to explain to Duan Baiting later.

She said that there was an emergency at the company and she had to rush back to work overtime.

But this reason doesn't make sense at all.

Duan Baiting is the boss, and whether or not to work overtime is just a matter of a phone call from him.

After struggling for so long, she no longer cared about anything.

Having just made such a fool of herself, she just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.

Just after I chose the address of my destination, someone knocked on the door which was not closed.

She stood up: "There's someone inside."

The man's voice was a little low through the doors and windows: "I know there's someone."

She immediately knew who it was.

Duan Baiting?

Song Wanyue pursed her lips again and again, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Um...is there anything I can do for you?"

He did not answer her question: "Is it convenient for me to come in?"

"No..." She hurriedly refused, "It's not convenient!"

"Yeah." He responded lightly.

Just as Song Wanyue relaxed, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Looking at the man who came up to her, Song Wanyue wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into: "Didn't I say it was inconvenient?"

He squatted down and rummaged through her wet collar with his fingers.

"Why don't you go out after cleaning up?"

Song Wanyue squatted on the ground leaning against the screen, lowered her head, and buried her whole face in her arms.

A dull voice came out: "I... dare not, it's too embarrassing."

Duan Baiting paused for a moment when he heard her words, as if puzzled: "What?"

Song Wanyue raised her head and did it again like she did just now.

"I just..." She frowned and opened her mouth in pain, "That's it, so embarrassing."

After seeing her expression, Duan Baiting thought seriously whether there really is a generation gap of three years old.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Wanyue regretted making a fool of herself in front of him again.

She almost cried: "Do you think I'm ugly in your heart?"

"Not ugly, very cute." He took the phone from her hand and canceled the taxi order on it. "Let's go. The air is not circulating in here. It's easy to get dizzy if you stay for a long time."

Song Wanyue felt that he was just deceiving her.

Even if she was told that she was not ugly, she could still deceive herself and believe it.

Praising cuteness is just a trick to deceive children!

But she did feel dizzy after staying inside for too long, so she hesitated for a while, but finally followed him out obediently.

After returning to the box, the remaining awkwardness disappeared immediately after seeing Yun Wei.

Song Wanyue happily sat next to her: "Sister Yunwei."

The latter greeted her with a smile: "How was your head last time? Didn't it hurt?"

Song Wanyue said: "A little bit, a little bit."

Yunwei smiled apologetically: "If I had known that you had such a low alcohol tolerance, I should have mixed you a glass of wine without alcohol."

Speaking of wine, Xi Yang became interested and asked someone to bring two bottles.

He just came back from abroad and hasn't had time to adjust his schedule.

Now is the perfect time for him to start his night life.

"Have a drink?"

Shang Heng agreed with him and poured a glass for each of them.

Duan Baiting refused on the grounds that he was driving.

Xi Yang did not force him and let him drink tea instead of wine.

Picking up the teacup and clinking it casually, Duan Baiting glanced at Song Wanyue who was clinging to someone else.

Her clinginess is not limited to anyone. She will hug and cling to anyone she likes.

She is even more adept at acting coquettishly.

"I really watched that movie. Sister Yunwei was so beautiful in it."

"I even booked the theater because it was my birthday, and I invited the whole class to watch it together."

Yunwei couldn't resist the sweet girl's affection. She put her arm around her with one hand and smiled gently: "That was my first drama after my debut. How old were you then? Fifteen years old, first year of high school? Then your birthday should be coming soon, in March, spring?"

Song Wanyue nodded: "March twenty-second, there are still four months left."

Looking at the beautiful face in front of her that was full of life and energy, Yunwei was envious and liked her more.

Duan Baiting went out to answer a work call. After he hung up, he found that Xi Yang and Shang Heng had come out at some point.

The two stood at the end of the corridor, looking at the snow in the yard and lit a cigarette.

"We can't get involved in women's conversations."

Shang Heng exhaled a puff of smoke and said with a smile.

Xi Yang handed one to Duan Baiting, who paused for a moment and took it.

He held the cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a casual and calm manner.

There was a hint of laziness in his eyes, and this cigarette was just used to refresh himself.

Shang Heng smiled and said, "I feel that your wife hates me very much. Please find some time to say more good things about her for me."

Duan Baiting leaned against the wall and exhaled a puff of smoke, "She was spoiled by her family, so she is a little arrogant."

Shang Heng thought he was going to say politely, "Don't be offended."

Instead, the man said in a flat tone, "Just give in to her."

Shang Heng was silent for a moment, then smiled, "She dotes on her very much."

He also lowered his head and smiled, very lightly, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

He dragged the ashtray back and dusted off the ashes.

"You've been spoiled at home for twenty years. You can't be wronged just because you marry me."

Shang Heng said bluntly: "Not like you."

Duan Baiting raised his eyes.

Shang Heng took a deep puff of his cigarette, still with that indifferent smile, but this time with a hint of sarcasm: "You weren't the type to indulge anyone in the past."

Duan Baiting put out the cigarette: "Not now either."

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows, paused for a moment, and understood.

Does that mean you only spoil your wife?

Wait until the smell of smoke on your body dissipates.

Duan Baiting returned to the box and patted him on the shoulder as he passed by him.

"Be patient, she has a short memory and won't bear grudges."