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Duan Baiting returned to the box. Song Wanyue and Yun Wei had finished their conversation and were sitting there eating quietly.

He glanced at her before sitting down.

Noticing the gaze, Song Wanyue raised her eyes and looked forward, still holding the handle of the spoon in her hand.

Duan Baiting dragged out a chair beside him and said in a cold tone, which was not really an order: "Come here."

Song Wanyue silently swallowed the tofu pudding in her mouth: "It's the same if I sit here. We can still see each other face to face. How nice."

After saying that, she tilted her head and smiled at him.

Totally perfunctory.

Yun Wei has been controlling her weight recently. She will join the crew next month and play the role of a maid in a landlord's house who is not well fed and clothed.

With a glass of iced Americano at hand, that was all she had for brunch.

After listening to this, Song Wanyue lowered her head in shame and looked at the tofu pudding in front of her.

Losing weight is what others call it, but for me, the most I can do is to have a little bit of everything left over, just to achieve psychological comfort.

Yun smiled and told her: "You still have to eat normally, your health is more important. I have to do this for work, I have no choice."

Song Wanyue was easy to coax, and her shame disappeared with just one sentence. She asked Yun Wei with interest: "Is the next drama about to start filming?"

Yun Wei nodded: "I will join the crew next month."

"What's the subject matter?"

"Realism, about old Shanghai."

Song Wanyue was not giving up: "Is there a male lead?"

Seeing through her thoughts, Yun smiled: "Yes, Tan Dong."

A fifty-year-old movie emperor, good acting skills, a veteran artist.

But just collecting these few together would not be what she likes to watch.

Song Wanyue, who only loves idol dramas starring handsome men and beautiful women, lost interest, but still promised that she would book the entire theater when the show was released.

Yun smiled, but couldn't help but took action anyway.

——Pinched her fair and delicate cheek.

"Thank you in advance."

She has an oval face, but her eyes are bright and beautiful.

It neutralizes the strength of the facial features and reduces the pettiness brought by that bit of cuteness.

A face that is deeply favored by Nuwa.

--After

leaving Desheng Building, Song Wanyue pestered Yun Wei the whole time. Although Duan Baiting said nothing, one could vaguely see the displeasure in his eyes.

Yun Wei knew the limits and coaxed her softly, "We'll see each other again when we get there."

Song Wanyue didn't know where they were going, she only knew that they probably wouldn't go home today.

They got into different cars and Song Wanyue reluctantly fastened the passenger seat belt.

When Duan Baiting started the car, he said in a neutral tone: "Don't you want to be with me so much?"

"Ah?" Song Wanyue didn't react for a moment and buckled her seat belt. "Are you jealous?"

His tone and expression were quite casual: "No."

Song Wanyue could tell that he was not lying.

There is no need for him to lie in a place like this. If it is there, it is there, and if it is not there, it is not there.

The car was still parked there, and the seat beneath her gradually heated up. Song Wanyue felt a warm current flowing through her body.

The seat belt across her chest was stretched, and she looked over the center armrest to see his eyes.

The pair of soft, boneless hands held his cheeks, stroking them gently with the fingertips.

The garage was dimly lit and the interior lights of the car were not on.

She looked at him with her eyes rolling.

"That's just vying for favor."

vying for favor.

It's a very childish word, which doesn't apply to him.

He is not the kind of person who would waste time and energy on relationships.

To him, this is something worthless and cannot bring the expected returns and benefits.

A sneer just appeared on the corner of his lips.

Song Wanyue leaned close to his lips, kissed him gently, and swallowed it.

Her lips were as soft as she was, and she gently wrapped her arms around his waist, stroking it like she was soothing a pet.

"You are still the one I love the most." She lied without blinking, "I heard from others that if you love someone too much, over time, that person's name will be left on your bones. When I die, people will be shocked when they find my bones hundreds of years later."

This statement might not work even if used to fool a three-year-old child, but it worked in front of him.

Seeing her deliberately pause and looking at him expectantly.

Duan Baiting looked away.

Song Wanyue kissed him all over his face and tried to please him: "Ask me why they are so shocked."

She let him ask, but still held his lips tightly.

The tip of her tongue licked his lips gently, and her throat occasionally let out soft whimpers, then she hummed and buried her head in his shoulder.

It is indeed rare for someone to kiss himself until he can't breathe.

She panted on his shoulder, and did not forget to urge him: "Ask."

Duan Baiting adjusted the seat back to give her more space.

Finally, she got what she wanted: "Why are you shocked?"

Having achieved her goal, she didn't care that she was still in a state of hypoxia and got off his shoulder.

She looked at him with a sweet smile: "Because they think, how can it be the 21st century, and there are still people carving words on bones. And the whole body is carved with words. Then they will be curious, who is Duan Baiting? Is he the ruler at that time, or the most brutal one? Otherwise, why would he carve his name all over a girl's corpse?"

She knew she was making it up, but she couldn't make it up in a good way.

This kind of unrealistic little story would be considered too childish if written in Grimm's Fairy Tales.

He smiled and asked deliberately, "Really? But how do I know whether you are telling the truth or a lie? I can't see your bones."

"I can feel them."

She held his hand and led him slowly up along her bones.

Loose sweater, body temperature is hot.

The skin beneath her palm was smooth and she pursed her lips.

She pressed his hand down, blushing: "Can you touch it?"

The touch there was softer than anywhere else, but he didn't touch his name.

He gently closed his fingers and heard her gasp, calling out his name: "Duan... Duan Baiting."

He held her in his arms and became unscrupulous: "Are you so timid? Are you scared?"

She shook her head, her voice weak: "A little scared, but you can... continue."

She spoke delicately, raised her chin in his arms, closed her eyes and asked for a kiss.

Duan Baiting simply unbuckled her seat belt and put her on his lap.

She was caught off guard and screamed in shock, causing her innermost underwear to sway.

"Duan... Baiting." She lowered her eyes in grievance, hugged his neck and complained softly, "You scared me to death."

Duan Baiting held her with one hand and raised the dark screen sunshade on the car window.

He apologized to her politely: "I'm sorry, I scared you."

But his actions were not polite at all.

Song Wanyue was about to cry. Every time she was the one who took the initiative to tease, but in the end she was the one who couldn't bear it anymore.

She cried into his shoulder, pulling open the collar of his shirt and biting his shoulder.

The tingling pain in my shoulders only intensified my body's excitement.

She cried and cursed: "Beast in human clothing, stinking pervert."

A large palm patted her buttocks as if punishing her: "If you curse twice more, don't even think about getting off the bus today."

--Xi

Yang and his friends arrived first, and Duan Baiting was half an hour late.

The gray-white Falcon 900 was parked on the tarmac, and the crew had been waiting and boarded the plane an hour in advance.

Shang Heng was sitting on a chair outside drinking a drink, the straw was almost bitten to pieces, when he finally saw the black Maybach driving into his sight.

He stood up and knocked on the driver's window: "You are really slow. What happened? Were you fined for violating traffic rules?"

The car window slowly lowered, and Duan Baiting's indifferent face gradually became complete.

The first person Shang Heng noticed was Song Wanyue who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Holding Duan Baiting's coat, he lowered his head, with an indelible mist in his eyes.

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows: "Are you a human being? Bullying a little girl."

Duan Baiting honked the horn impatiently: "Get out of the way, I'll stop the car."

Shang Heng was frightened and took a step back.

After he parked the car, he didn't get out immediately and no one knew what he did inside.

Ten minutes passed before the passenger door opened.

Song Wanyue walked out cautiously, still wrapped in his coat.

It was too big for her and didn't fit her well. Shang Heng stumbled as he walked,

frowning and full of doubts.

What happened during the half hour that these two people were late?

Why does it feel weird?

As she climbed up the gangway, Song Wanyue saw Yun Wei at a glance.

Xi Yang fell asleep on her legs with an eye mask on. It was already late at night for him who had not yet adjusted to the time difference.

Song Wanyue was afraid of waking him up, so she greeted her in a low voice.

Yun Weixiao smiled and covered his ears considerately: "It's okay, he can't hear it."

Xi Yang pulled up the eye mask, revealing a pair of sleepy eyes that were woken up, and said helplessly: "Do you know what bone conduction is?"

Yun Weixiao bent down and covered his eyes and ears. Her voice was unusually gentle: "Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore, go to sleep."

Song Wanyue looked at their natural and intimate way of getting along, and felt that they were a very loving couple.

But the prerequisite is to put aside the ring on his ring finger.

After she sat down, the flight attendant brought her a glass of warm milk.

"If you need anything, you can just ring the service bell."

Duan Baiting bought this private jet five years ago, just for the convenience of travel.

A separate cabin with two seats facing each other and a foldable black desk in the middle.

Shang Heng is a chatterbox and loves to tease Song Wanyue, so he sat opposite her as soon as he got on the plane.

There was wireless network on the plane. After Duan Baiting received a call from Secretary Qin, he rang the service bell and asked the flight attendant to bring him a computer.

The other party was very efficient. He logged into the account and received an offline file.

Knowing that he was busy with official business, Song Wanyue did not disturb him.

He responded to Shang Heng's conversation in a very perfunctory manner.

The plane flew for an hour and a half and finally landed on an island surrounded by the sea.

Different from the bitter winter chill in the north city, the island has a pleasant climate and lush greenery.

It was noon and the sun was still slightly bright.

While still on the plane, Duan Baiting took Song Wanyue to the bathroom and took off her sweater.

The crew reminded the landing altitude and the surface temperature.

32 degrees.

Song Wanyue took off her sweater obediently, and the shirt underneath was a little wrinkled.

It was as if someone had pushed it up with his hand: "I didn't bring any extra clothes."

Duan Baiting's gaze stayed on it for a few seconds, and some beautiful memories came to his mind.

"It's okay, we have them on the island."

He took the sweater from her hand, and after she put it on, he left the bathroom with her.

After getting off the plane, I felt the sea breeze and looked at the beautiful island.

Upon learning that the permanent ownership of the entire island was under Duan Baiting's name, Song Wanyue counted on her fingers.

Duan Baiting asked her, "What are you calculating?"

She looked serious and said, "I'm calculating whether I can become the youngest rich woman if we get divorced."

He laughed and reminded her, "You can only split it in half if you divorce. After I die, won't the inheritance from me be more?"

"Pooh, pooh, pooh." She looked unhappy, "Don't say unlucky words."

Shang Heng sighed behind him. If he had known earlier, he should have found a girlfriend earlier.

There's no need to eat dog food from two couples in a row on this isolated island.

Although Yun Wei is still on vacation after wrapping up the filming, she still has tasks to complete.

Update Weibo once a week.

At the beach, Xi Yang was taking a picture of her with a camera. Looking at her from behind, he looked quite professional.

On her shoulders was her coat.

He sometimes half-squatted, sometimes tilted his head, trying very hard to find the angle.

Yun Wei is worthy of being an artist who has debuted for many years and has a natural sensitivity to the camera.

There is a natural feeling of relaxation all over the body.

Xi Yang stood up and said "Okay."

Yun Wei walked over and looked at the photos in the camera with him.

Her voice was always gentle, and she smiled and blamed him: "What are you taking pictures of? Where was I? And this one, the focus is wrong."

Xi Yang apologized to her: "Try again, you made a mistake just now."

"If you look closely... it's okay, you can edit it."

"Do you want to show it to the public?" Xi Yang took off the coat from his shoulders and spread it open to cover her head.

Yun looked up and smiled. I don't know what he said, but the two of them leaned against each other and smiled.

"He really said that?"

"He said his uncle was seriously ill and he wanted to go to the hospital to see him for the last time. Then their teacher asked him, didn't your uncle just die last week?"

Xi Yang smiled and nodded: "Your nephew is quite concerned about his family. All the curses are on me."

Yun Wei held his face with both hands, wanting to apologize to him seriously, but the smile in her eyes made it impossible for her to be serious: "I will criticize him next time."

The laughter overlapped with the waves, adding a bit of tenderness to this quiet island.

They are both gentle and warm people, and the feeling of being together is like two cups of warm water of the same temperature.

It doesn't cause much chemical reaction, but the atmosphere is just right.

Song Wanyue always felt a little blocked in her heart and didn't know how to describe her current feeling.

-

Song Wanyue was worried all afternoon.

When Duan Baiting asked her what was wrong, she just shook her head and refused to speak.

She had just changed her clothes, into an ankle-length dress with a large, soft hem that hung down to her thighs.

On the table was a drink that Yun Wei had personally mixed.

It does not contain any alcohol, and the pineapple and white peach have moderate sweetness and a very refreshing taste.

It feels like summer when you drink it.

Song Wanyue bit the straw, paused, and then let go.

She asked Duan Baiting: "Do you know Xi Yang's wife?"

Duan Baiting understood: "Not really, I've met her a few times."

She tilted her head, a little curious: "Then what kind of person is she?"

The few times they met were at dinner parties, where a woman dressed in a haute couture dress would attend with Xi Yang's arm around her.

Duan Baiting answered truthfully: "He is very similar to you in some ways."

Song Wanyue was stunned and sat up straight: "Similar to me?"

"Yes."

For example, they were spoiled by their families, had an arrogant personality, and were particularly picky about their appearance.

But there are also many differences.

Song Wanyue still looked up, waiting for his further comments.

Seeing that he was hesitant to answer, she took the initiative to ask: "Is she better or me?"

Duan Baiting laughed for a moment and told her: "It is basic courtesy not to judge others casually."

She interpreted his smile arbitrarily: "Since you smiled at me, it means that I am better in your eyes."

She did not continue to be unhappy, and snuggled into his arms: "I just saw there are tents outside. Can we camp?"

"Well, if you want to watch the sunrise, the view there is the best."

Song Wanyue raised her head in his arms: "Then let's sleep in the tent today. I think sleeping in the tent must be very exciting."

He raised his chin slightly, and the emotions in his eyes became meaningful: "Exciting?"

Song Wanyue nodded, her eyes unusually pure: "Camping in the wild is so exciting. Although it can't be considered wild, it is my first time camping."

Duan Baiting pondered for a few seconds.

It seems that he was thinking in the wrong way.

Seeing that he was silent, Song Wanyue asked him curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

He first told her about the disadvantages of camping, that there would be mosquitoes, and the tent was not very soundproof. When the wind blew, the tent would shake.

"Do you still want to go?" he asked her opinion softly.

In Song Wanyue's eyes, these were all small things that were not to be feared.

As long as Duan Baiting is there, she will not be afraid even if there are wild beasts outside.

"Yes, of course I will."

He nodded and stopped her from touching him: "Then go ahead."