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Weiwei finally stayed.

He was not at all as shy as the waiter said.

She was extremely proactive and enthusiastic, and when she acted coquettishly, even Song Wanyue in her prime had to give in to her.

It's rare for Song Xiaozuojing to meet an opponent.

She looked shocked as if she had never seen anything like this before. How could a man be so delicate and gentle when he acted like a spoiled child?

Drinking is the best way to bring people closer together, plus Weiwei is very outgoing.

After a few rounds, except for Song Wanyue who couldn't drink, the other three were chatting enthusiastically.

No fourth person is allowed to interrupt.

Song Wanyue experienced the feeling of being an outsider and drank Wangzai milk crazily out of spite.

Weiwei is indeed very good at acting like a spoiled child, and this was revealed even more after he drank two glasses of wine. He asked Xiaohe to help him peel pistachios in a coquettish voice.

Xiao He politely peeled some for him.

He enjoyed his meal and didn't forget his big customers.

He pinched one with his slender fingers and was about to feed it to Song Wanyue personally.

The door of the box was opened at this time.

The waiter respectfully stepped aside.

The man standing behind her was wearing a dark grey suit with his coat draped over his arm.

On top of his high nose bridge, he wore a pair of thin-rimmed gold glasses.

A faint smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed with cold sandalwood.

He has an elegant and easy-going temperament, and his glasses conceal some of the gloom and coldness that are usually in his eyes.

Weiwei maintained the feeding posture, and Song Wanyue was trying to dodge.

All of their actions stopped because of his appearance, as if the scene was frozen.

Duan Baiting's eyes first fell on the hand that was being fed to her mouth.

Because I was standing in the backlight, I couldn't see the subtle emotional changes in his eyes.

The waitress lost her ease and didn't even dare to breathe in front of this customer. Her emotions were in a state of tension the whole time.

The owner of this store is very business-savvy and has grasped the fact that bigwigs like to seek quietness in busy places.

The waiter was not qualified to go to the second floor, and had no idea who the guests upstairs were.

But one thing is clear.

No matter which one, she couldn't afford to offend.

After sending the person in, the waiter prepared to leave.

The man called me again.

A slightly low voice reminded her: "There are still some things that haven't been taken away."

The waiter was stunned: "What...what things?"

Duan Baiting raised his chin slightly, his eyes indifferent.

The waiter followed his gaze and understood, feeling a bit embarrassed: "This... this is a staff member of the store."

"Really?" The tone was neither light nor heavy, but it made people feel cold.

The waiter took a deep breath and without further explanation, he quickly called Weiwei away.

The latter had a few more drinks and was still out of shape. I couldn't help but look at Duan Baiting a few more times.

It seems like all my soul has been hooked away.

I walked away feeling a little absent-minded.

Song Wanyue saw this and her expression changed again and again.

Xiao He was no longer sober, and after a few drinks, he was about 70% drunk.

She was reluctant to see Weiwei leave: "I haven't drunk enough."

"Okay." Jingxiang warned in a low voice, "Be quiet."

Duan Baiting's arrival made the pleasant and relaxing atmosphere a little tense.

Most of the tension came from the sudden silence of Shizuka and Xiao He.

There was nothing unusual about Song Wanyue. She used chopsticks to debone the fish, but her movements were not very skillful.

In the end, Duan Baiting took over the plate in front of her.

He calmly removed the fish bones for her and pulled it out.

"When did you come?"

Song Wanyue ate the tenderest part of the fish belly: "A while."

He saw the empty bottle of wine on the table.

"Did you drink?"

"No." Song Wanyue shook her head, "I didn't."

She knew her alcohol tolerance and had experienced several embarrassing moments when she was drunk.

She has always been very proud and there is no way she would tolerate something like this happening again.

Xiao He was almost sober and saw that Weiwei, who was sitting opposite him, had turned into Mr. Duan.

It's the kind of aura that transitions directly from gentle and elegant to extremely oppressive and powerful.

He was completely sober and was so scared that he stuttered: "Duan... Mr. Duan."

Although he knew that Song Wanyue had a relationship with him, he was caught off guard to meet her here.

Duan Baiting's emotions were always calm, and his reactions were also unusually calm.

The boundaries are too clear.

He nodded and saw Song Wanyue's bag next to him.

Xiao He felt a chill down his spine when he was looked at, and felt that Mr. Duan's extremely calm eyes concealed a profound meaning.

Song Wanyue was not in a very good mood and was not in a good mood.

He took two bites of a fish and then put down his chopsticks.

"I'm a little sleepy." She yawned lazily, and her dark circles were indeed quite obvious.

I've been partying on the island every night recently and I'm really tired, plus I've been working overtime.

I have never felt so tired before.

Shizuka didn't keep her and breathed a sigh of relief that she could finally get rid of Duan Baiting's low pressure.

"Then I won't see you off. Xiao He and I will have a drink."

Song Wanyue nodded, stretched out her hand, and asked Xiao He to give her the bag.

Xiao He presented it with both hands reverently.

She came here by car, but now she was too lazy to drive, so she sat in the back seat of Duan Baiting's car.

The driver was always on standby in the car. When he saw someone coming, he immediately got out and opened the door.

Waiting for Song Wanyue to get in the car.

She sniffed. It was cold, and no matter how much she wore, her hands were still cold.

Duan Baiting felt the thickness of her pants. There was only a thin layer of fluff, which was almost negligible.

He put his coat on her legs: "Wear more clothes, it's easy to get rheumatism if you stay cold for too long."

Song Wanyue retorted: "We young people recover quickly."

Duan Baiting heard the coquettishness in her words.

He did not ask her why she bought the wine, nor did he delve into why the man was there.

"Who made you unhappy?"

Song Wanyue pretended for so long just to wait for him to ask this question.

"You were flirting with that person just now."

Her tone was firm, and it sounded more like she was accusing someone than questioning him.

flirt?

Duan Baiting didn't understand how she came to this conclusion.

It is even more unclear who the "that person" she is referring to is.

Her friend, or the waitress who took him to the box?

Song Wanyue told him: "The one sitting next to me."

Duan Baiting paused for a moment and remembered.

His brows were slightly furrowed.

Song Wanyue sat on his lap unwillingly and told him not to think about it.

He held the person in his arms with one hand and pressed the button.

The baffle slowly rises, dividing the interior of the car into two worlds.

Song Wanyue's ears suddenly became extremely quiet.

Although the driver was tactful and did not make any sound before the baffle was raised.

Duan Baiting pointed out the key point: "He is a male."

What's wrong with being a male.

Song Wanyue insisted: "But he is very good at acting like a spoiled child, even better than me."

"Really?" Duan Baiting said casually and glanced at the necklace on her neck.

White pendant with a teardrop-shaped pearl at the bottom.

She really likes pearls.

The earrings are pearls, the necklace is pearls, and the bracelet is also pearls.

He reached out and grabbed her ankles. Her socks didn't cover them, and her trouser legs were slit, so she felt cold there.

He sighed softly.

"I didn't ask you to wear too much, but at least cover what should be covered."

She looked confused and puzzled: "What should be covered?"

Not long after getting on the car, she felt stuffy and took off her coat.

The sweater underneath is close to the skin.

It outlines her figure extremely perfectly.

Delicate and graceful, with a perfect proportion.

She reached out her hand and hooked her collar and pulled it down: "Here? But I have always covered it tightly and only let Tingting see it."

Born into a family of open and secret struggles.

After returning to China at the age of 20, he was forced to deal with a group of old foxes.

Even if Song Wanyue just raised her eyes, he could immediately guess what she was thinking.

Including now, she acted pitiful and aggrieved.

It is said that the male college student is really good at acting like a spoiled child.

"That's a pity." He said perfunctorily, "I didn't get to see it with my own eyes."

She didn't say anything, pretending to be uncomfortable, saying that her chest felt stuffy, as if something was blocking it.

"Help me clear it up."

She took the initiative to hold his hand and put it in.

The touch of his palm was soft and warm. He didn't refuse, and he had no reason to refuse.

The movements of his hands did not prevent him from getting to the bottom of things.

"You're a great change of focus," he said.

Song Wanyue pursed her lips and leaned on his shoulder, pretending to be dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Duan Baiting had no way to deal with her.

It was obvious that her little thoughts were naked in his eyes.

But seeing through and rejecting are two completely different things.

The warm and soft beauty took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

He saw that her lips were painted red, slightly open, and she was breathing heavily.

Tenderness, strength and force: "Are you still bored?"

Song Wanyue begged for mercy and shook her head: "No, I don't want it anymore..."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips, and she hugged the person again.

He is not very courageous, but he likes to tease others actively.

She doesn't have the ability to bear the consequences, and I don't know who gave her the courage.

Seeing that she had successfully diverted his attention, Song Wanyue did not ask her why she bought those bottles of wine.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She hooked her fingers around the hem of his sweater and reached inside, deliberately placing her cool hand on his abdomen.

The muscle lines there can be clearly felt and even traced with the palm of your hand.

Duan Baiting did not stop her. Instead, he put her other hand in and used his body to warm her: "Your hands are still so cold. Let Aunt Qin get some Chinese medicine for you in a few days."

She shook her head desperately, thinking it was bitter and was unwilling to drink it.

He smiled and said, "Good medicine tastes bitter."

Song Wanyue began to avoid him and ignored his words.

After a while, she felt that she should take the initiative to confess the reason why she bought those bottles of wine.

Anyway, it's not something shameful.

She told him the whole story and said that she just couldn't stand that group of people bullying Xiao He.

"But Xiao He and I are just colleagues, and can barely be considered friends."

After all, we entered the company together and have worked together for such a long time.

Duan Baiting nodded, showing little interest.

Song Wanyue is really difficult to please. She is afraid that he will misunderstand her, but also afraid that he will not misunderstand her.

"You don't care at all? You don't mind that I'm close to other opposite sex?"

"It's not that I don't mind, it's just that there's no need to mind everything."

He has a kind of calmness that is unaffected by anything, and handles things maturely and steadily.

These are what Song Wanyue lacks.

So sometimes, he is more like her life mentor than a partner.

"I won't interfere with your social life. It's your freedom."

Song Wanyue's heart suddenly felt warm, as if countless ants were gnawing at her heart.

Intense itching.

"Why are you saying the same thing as my dad? He said the same thing." She pretended to be reluctant, "In the end, you still didn't allow me to play with my desk mate."

He added in a gentle voice, "Social freedom is based on the premise that you are not deceived."

Song Wanyue has lived in the perfect castle built by her parents since she was a child, and it seemed that all the people she met were good people.

So she does not have the ability to guess other people's malicious intentions.

In her second year of high school, the classes were divided into arts and science classes, and she and Shizuka went to different classes.

The deskmate was replaced by a girl who had the same hobbies as Song Wanyue.

They all like to study skin care, makeup and beautiful clothes in fashion magazines.

With more topics to talk about, you can naturally find something to talk about.

Over time, Song Wanyue often took her home to play, and even took her with her when she went abroad to visit exhibitions and shows.

Song Wanyue is very generous and always buys double the amount of everything.

Later, her father intervened and asked someone to replace Song Wanyue's shift and forbade her to contact that girl again.

Afterwards, Song Wanyue found out that she had been spreading rumors about her behind her back.

It was said that she had been kept since she was in the first year of high school, and her daily food, clothing and other expenses were all provided by her sponsor.

It was after that time that she first realized what it meant to be unpredictable.

She was so good to her, but she spread rumors everywhere out of jealousy.

"But everyone I meet is very nice, except this one."

Song Wanyue explained to him.

I even forgot to doubt how he knew this.

That's the end of this topic.

Duan Baiting did not continue to discuss with her whether everyone she met was good or everyone was good in her eyes.

These things are not important.

There was no way he would let anyone with ulterior motives get close to her.

Song Wanyue asked him: "If it were you, and you encountered someone being humiliated, how would you solve it?"

He calmly explained: "I would turn a blind eye."

Song Wanyue was stunned: "Ah..."

He smiled: "Do you think I am cold in your heart?"

She answered truthfully: "A little, but I feel that I cannot judge you from my own perspective."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care about these."

"Don't you care about other people's opinions?"

Duan Baiting nodded: "Yeah."

Song Wanyue asked: "I am also someone else?"

He was speechless and silent for a moment.

Song Wanyue didn't know why she had to get a hypothetical answer.

But she just wanted to hear him say it himself.

"What if...what if it was me who encountered this kind of thing? If I was humiliated in public, would you turn a blind eye?"

He gently stroked the side of her face with his fingertips: "You are not others."

I couldn't tell whether these five words were an answer to her previous question or the current one.

But Song Wanyue was satisfied.

The bowing of those in power and the preference of cold-blooded and ambitious people are always fascinating.

When we drove back home, Aunt Qin and Xiao Huan didn't sleep.

The lights in the living room were on, one was sitting next to the other studying a recipe, and the other was knitting a sweater.

Only half of the sleeve is left to be completed.

Seeing someone coming back, Aunt Qin stood up with a smile and put the sweater on Song Wanyue: "Is it a little big?"

"Just right." Song Wanyue was very supportive, "Boyfriend style is popular now."

Aunt Qin didn't know what boyfriend style was. Xiao Huan explained beside her: "It means the size is loose and doesn't fit well. It looks like you're wearing boyfriend's clothes."

After saying that, she smiled ambiguously and looked at Duan Baiting.

The latter held the phone and remained silent for a while.

After a moment, he looked at Song Wanyue: "I have something urgent to do and I'm not sure when I will be back. Go to bed early and don't wait for me."

Song Wanyue seemed reluctant to part with him for a moment: "What's the matter? Can't you take me with you?"

The face in front of him looked up and looked at him.

His gloomy eyes relaxed instantly and he spoke in a slow tone: "It's just a small matter."

Song Wanyue pursed her lips: "Then come back early. I can't sleep without you."

He nodded, smiled, and hugged her in his arms.

The black Maybach drove away from the villa. Song Wanyue looked out of the window. The headlights cut through the darkness like a sharp sword.

After watching him leave, she sat down and continued to study how Aunt Qin knitted the sweater.

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The Maybach drove in the dark for more than an hour and finally stopped in front of a magnificent and solemn Chinese courtyard.

The aura here seems to be different from other places.

Gloomy and depressing.

It was like a pagoda for suppressing evil spirits.

Resentment is accumulating everywhere.

Duan Baiting entered the house. An old woman who was signing in front of him led the way and told him, "Young Master and the Fourth Miss are here too."

Duan Baiting was unmoved.

His attire matched the temperament of the mansion: a light grey plush coat and a well-tailored suit underneath.

His eyes were dull and contained an unattainable look.

The aura is integrated with this place.

The same cold and rigid style.

The third floor was directly connected, with stairs going down to the left and right, with dragons and phoenixes carved on them.

There are carved window lattices on all four sides, and on the top, there is a huge patio.

There is a welcoming pine tree planted under the patio.

The decoration layout is very strange, as if the people living here are sealed in this building.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, the well-dressed young woman said nothing.

Sitting in the main seat was a woman with a kind face.

She is Duan Baiting's nominal grandmother, but he doesn't have much impression of this person.

After my grandmother passed away, my grandfather remarried, to a young woman who was twenty years younger than him.

She takes good care of herself and looks like she's forty at fifty.

She prefers some agate and jade articles to show her status.

He spoke arrogantly, and when he saw Duan Baiting, he opened his mouth and said, "Why didn't you bring the girl from the Song family with you?"

The servant brought tea and wrote the name of the tea on a piece of paper.

The servants here are all knaves. The older generation has specially asked someone to calculate it, saying that too much talk will lead to mistakes and disaster will come from the mouth.

Be extremely cautious with your words and actions, and simply don't allow yourself to speak at all.

The location, layout and orientation of this place were all calculated by a Feng Shui master.

And the welcoming pine tree standing under the patio.

The Yin guest sent.

If you do too many bad things, you will be afraid that ghosts will knock on your door in the middle of the night.

"It's too late." He was so perfunctory that he didn't even want to say a word more.

Jiang Wan looked unhappy, but because of Duan Baiting, she didn't dare to say anything more.

She was afraid of him.

Not to mention his ruthless nature, I will have to rely on him for my livelihood in the future.

"The main reason I asked you to come here today is for the ancestor worship in a month."

Ancestor worship is the Duan family's annual custom.

It is managed by the eldest son and grandson.

After his uncle passed away, the burden fell on him.

"I know."

Jiang Wan reminded him: "Remember to bring the girl from the Song family with you."

Duan Baiting refused without any mercy: "She can't come."

Jiang Wan was stunned: "Why can't she come? You are married, so she should be a member of the Duan family."

"She is only related to me, not to the Duan family."

This sentence sounded like a reminder and a warning.

He casually removed Song Wanyue from this family.

Duan Baiting didn't plan to stay here for long, so he said what he needed to say. He straightened his sleeves and stood up.

He looked at the woman who was sitting beside him and hadn't said a word the whole time.

She is Duan Baiting's cousin, but the two are not very familiar with each other and even meet very rarely.

Gloomy people, leave the gloomy place.

The surroundings were bleak even more than in winter. Duan Baiting did not get into the car immediately. Instead, he leaned against the courtyard wall and slowly lit a cigarette.

He remembered what Song Wanyue said before he left: Then come back early, I can't sleep without you.

He called Aunt Qin and the call was quickly connected.

Duan Baiting asked softly, "Is she asleep?"

Aunt Qin said, "She went to bed early. I went to knock on the door an hour ago, but there was no sound."

Duan Baiting paused in his action of dusting off the cigarette ash and laughed.

I really took her words seriously.

The cigarette was half smoked and the sky was cloudy.

Maybe there really is such a thing as Feng Shui, otherwise why does the sky seem to become especially gloomy as you approach this place?

Through the rising gray-white smoke, Duan Baiting finally called Song Wanyue.

It was only when I called the second time that the person was woken up.

Her confused voice revealed that she was half asleep and half awake.

"Huh? I didn't order any takeout."

Her voice was a little muffled with a sleepy nasal tone, but still soft and delicate.

He had no idea what had caused him to wake her up.

In short, he suddenly wanted to hear her voice.

"Are you hungry? I'll bring you some midnight snacks?"

"Midnight snacks?" She mumbled, "Article 31 of the Urban Management Regulations stipulates... Article 33, which one, setting up stalls will result in a fine."

Her voice was weak and her words were incoherent.

"I just heard thunder outside, so I was a little late. It's very close to the elementary school, and I thought I could buy that skirt, but it turned out to be reserved by someone."

After Duan Baiting finished smoking the cigarette, he got into the car.

He listened to her illogical dream talk with great patience.

Finally, he asked her softly, "What kind of skirt?"

She sobbed, "It's a very beautiful skirt. I like it very much. Tingting will definitely like it too."

He fell silent. After a few seconds, he smiled and comforted her, "Do you have a photo of the skirt? Or, can you describe it?"

Song Wanyue muttered for a while, and suddenly became quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, the car drove onto the viaduct. .

The silence was broken again by Song Wanyue's voice after she regained consciousness.

"When did I call you?"

He was the one who called without waiting for Duan Baiting to tell him.

She started to whine and act coquettishly, accusing him of being a big liar.

"You said you would come back early, but what time is it now? I've been waiting for you until now and haven't slept yet."

How could the person who was talking in his sleep just now say these words without blushing or beating his heart?

Duan Baiting apologized to her and said that he was on the way and would arrive in about half an hour.

"Are you hungry? I'll bring you some midnight snacks." He repeated the question that had not been answered just now.

"I'm hungry. No need to bring anything, just come back." she said.

Duan Baiting paused for a moment: "Aunt Qin is asleep, don't bother her. I'll buy you whatever you want to eat."

"Didn't I already tell you what I want to eat?" She probably buried her head in the quilt, and her voice was a little dull.

Duan Baiting did not react quickly.

After figuring out what he meant, he looked out the window without changing his expression.

"Yeah." He answered simply.

Song Wanyue said obediently: "Then you better hurry up."

She was very much like a puppy comfort dog, able to sensitively detect the low pressure in the other person.

Then, by acting coquettishly and behaving nicely, you can gradually soothe the other person's irritability and gloom.

Duan Baiting smiled and said gently: "Wait for me obediently, don't fall asleep again."