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"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

Song Wanyue was unusually well-behaved, even better than usual.

She is slow in some aspects, but she is born with sensitivity to emotions.

The road was quiet, and the enclosed car interior even quieter.

The driver knew that he hated noise and had to pay attention to his breathing at all times.

Song Wanyue kept chattering on the phone.

The topics ranged from the sky to the earth.

Her daily life is very rich. Although she and he are in the same company, it seems like they are in two completely different worlds.

"Yesterday I went to have afternoon tea with my colleagues and bought a few scratch tickets. I spent two hundred dollars and won ten dollars."

She muttered, "I don't know whether I made a profit or a loss. If you say I lost, I clearly won ten dollars. If you say I made a profit, I bought two hundred dollars."

She explained to him guiltily that she was not skipping work to be lazy, but taking a break during the intermission.

She also took the opportunity to complain about how hard she worked yesterday and how she had to work overtime for more than an hour.

Duan Baiting listened quietly. Occasionally, he would give a response, but it was so brief that it seemed perfunctory.

"Duan Baiting, it snowed heavily today and the roads must be very slippery. Please ask the driver to drive carefully and pay attention to safety."

She spoke every word gently.

Duan Baiting looked out the car window and saw that it was indeed snowing.

The snow fell from the Sixth Ring Road to the East Third Ring Road.

The ground was covered with snow that had not been cleared in time and was compacted by passing vehicles, like a layer of hard thin ice.

Duan Baiting retracted his gaze and replied with a smile, "Yes, I know."

She didn't hang up the phone, but huddled back into the quilt with a hum.

"The house always feels a lot colder without you at home. Even though you're like a human-shaped ice cube, I still find it hard to adapt to the absence of someone to warm the bed."

"Duan Baiting, my feet are so cold."

The voice was muffled, accusing and complaining.

He smiled briefly: "It seems that I still need to take Chinese medicine to regulate my body slowly."

Song Wanyue covered her ears: "I don't want to listen, you are just a turtle chanting sutras!"

She was really noisy, and it was obvious that he hated noise the most.

But I don't know why.

The invisible depression and irritability seemed to gradually dissipate.

The driver carefully observed Duan Baiting's expression through the rearview mirror.

He never had any major emotional ups and downs; even if he showed joy or anger, it was so slight and fleeting.

No one can ever guess what he is thinking at the moment.

Be on guard against everyone and scheme against everyone.

He is so cunning that even if you cut open his heart, you still can't tell what color it is.

Black, red, or no color.

It is difficult for some people to survive, but some people can cover the sky with one hand.

-Duan

Baiting opened the car window halfway, and the wind from outside blew in, chilling and biting.

He sat in a casual posture, with his long legs crossed. The Maybach has a lot of space.

The snow had stopped long ago, and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the guardrails on the side of the road.

He still maintained the posture of talking on the phone, with his elbows leaning against the window.

The person on the other end of the phone had become quiet.

Breathing also becomes steady.

The car stopped at the door and did not drive in directly.

Although the Maybach has a noise reduction function, he was still worried that it would disturb her rest.

After getting out of the car, he walked into the yard on the snow.

It was white along the road, and street lights were on every few meters.

The plants in the flower beds that are lush and green all year round are also covered with snow.

Duan Baiting moved very gently, and after pushing open the door, he paused slightly.

The corners of his lips pulled up into a mocking smile.

For myself, and for this unnecessary action.

In the living room, Aunt Tan always left a light on for him.

In the corner, a dim yellow light.

Duan Baiting sometimes feels like a moth.

He didn't know where his future lay or when he would be able to stop.

I'm not sure what I want.

Just keep moving towards a seemingly clear goal.

Instead, it highlights his inner emptiness.

The dim yellow light in the corner is his temporary home.

Duan Baiting went upstairs and took off his coat that was stained with smoke.

As expected, she fell asleep again.

And his sleeping posture was extremely bad, with his whole body spread out on the bed and his head not even on the pillow.

I remember that she complained about having a stiff neck and pain a few days ago.

Duan Baiting shook his head. It would be strange if he didn't get a stiff neck with that sleeping posture.

He gently lifted the back of her head and placed a pillow underneath.

Song Wanyue frowned slightly and muttered twice, but no one knew what she said.

Then he turned over and there was no movement again.

Duan Baiting leaned against the wall and looked at her for a while. He found it strange because they all had a pair of eyes, a nose and a mouth.

Why do people have thousands of faces?

The person who was sleeping soundly whimpered twice.

Duan Baiting hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and approached her: "What?"

She sniffed, her voice vague, aggrieved: "Such a beautiful skirt can't be worn by me, it's a waste of talent."

He pondered for a few seconds and shook his head helplessly.

Song Wanyue was awakened by her biological clock and woke up at exactly 7:30.

The work and rest schedule is extremely regular.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying in a warm embrace.

She tried to move, but the man didn't wake up yet. He just turned over and hugged her again.

His voice was hoarse: "Sleep a little longer."

Song Wanyue reached out and pushed him: "I'm going to be late."

"It's okay." He lowered his head and buried it in her neck. "Go ask for leave and I'll approve it for you."

Is this the charm of privilege?

"I still have a lot of work to do and can't delay it any longer."

After she struggled to leave several times, Duan Baiting was finally woken up.

He sat up and rubbed his nose to relieve his fatigue.

After a moment, he picked up the glasses on the bedside table and put them on.

He was still wearing his pajamas, which had already become messy due to Song Wanyue's twisting.

The waist was tied loosely and the neckline was slightly open.

You can see the faint muscle lines.

Song Wanyue looked at it with envy and her hands were also greedy.

She apologized to him: "Did I wake you up?"

Duan Baiting threw back the quilt and got out of bed: "It's okay, I have to get up early today too."

She felt a little regretful as to why she was so anxious to leave his arms.

She followed him without blinking.

His gaze rested on the small piece of scenery leaking out from the chest.

Duan Baiting opened the wardrobe and probably saw her sight.

He was magnanimous enough to take off his nightgown in front of her.

As he changed his clothes, his sexy and attractive muscle lines were finally covered by his shirt.

It's more abstinence and coldness.

He is at two completely different extremes when he's dressed and when he's naked.

Song Wanyue held the blanket motionless and saw him open the watch cabinet and casually took out a watch and put it on.

He is dressed very formally today.

Song Wanyue asked him curiously, "Are you going to meet someone?"

He put on his watch with one hand and said, "There is a financial summit in the afternoon."

Song Wanyue nodded, tilted her head, and said nothing.

Perhaps her silence seemed a little abnormal, Duan Baiting glanced at her sideways.

The latter immediately gave him a bright smile.

He was silent for a moment, retracted his gaze, and slowly tied the tie around his neck.

Song Wanyue still didn't move, her eyes always following him.

Duan Baiting hesitated to speak, thought for a moment, and then walked towards her.

Having achieved her goal, Song Wanyue happily tilted her neck back, waiting for his good morning kiss.

As a result, the other person stopped beside her and patted her buttocks: "Move."

She was stunned, her face a little red, and she whispered: "That's not good, so early in the morning."

Duan Baiting frowned slightly.

Song Wanyue hesitated symbolically, then reached out to untie the ties of her nightgown.

"Then you have to make it quick, I only have an hour."

He raised his eyebrows, finally understanding her abnormal behavior from just now until now.

My temple throbbed.

He suppressed his tone and said, "Lift your butt."

"Lift your butt for what?" Song Wanyue was stunned and embarrassed. "From... behind? But I don't like this position. My elbows will be sore." "

The cell phone," he said, "is being sat on by you."

-

Song Wanyue was in low spirits the whole morning, and occasionally she would suddenly cover her head and wail in pain.

Xiao He asked her what was wrong: "Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you go to the hospital?"

She asked him weakly: "Does the hospital have any surgery that can make people lose short-term memory?"

Even electric shock would be fine.

The awkwardness of the morning continued until now. Her mind was filled with the image of Duan Baiting taking out the phone that had become slightly warm from her sitting from under her butt, putting on his coat and going downstairs.

The movements were so calm.

It is so leisurely that it is pleasing to the eye and unforgettable.

Song Wanyue, however, felt hopeless.

Completely rigid.

Oh my God, please just send down a bolt of lightning to kill her!

Being listless for the entire morning resulted in low work efficiency.

She was called to Su's office and given a severe scolding.

She said she was not in the right state of mind at work, and that there were a lot of things to do at the end of the year, so she had to be extremely focused.

Song Wanyue nodded weakly, bowed and apologized.

The attitude of admitting mistakes is particularly good.

She would rather be buried in her work so that she wouldn't have the time to think about the thing that made her so embarrassed that she wanted to commit suicide.

Duan Baiting is such an unromantic bastard! ! !

It was time to get off work, but Song Wanyue stayed for another half an hour.

Then he called Shizuka to ask her to go to a private hot spring, and complained to her about how much of a piece of shit Duan Baiting was.

After hearing what Song Wanyue said, Shizuka almost choked from laughing.

"Did you really say that?"

Song Wanyue felt even more aggrieved: "Even you laugh at me."

Jingxiang forced herself to hold back her smile and tried to comfort her: "I just think... it's too outrageous. The train of thought of both of you really don't match at all."

"What kind of train of thought could Duan Baiting have? His mind is just like a maze. No matter where he goes, he will end up falling into the trap he set in advance." Song Wanyue was furious with him and gritted her teeth, "What my dad said is indeed true. All businessmen are profiteers! They are all hunters with ulterior motives!"

Jingxiang felt that Duan Baiting was also innocent in this matter.

How do the five words "lift your butt" come to mind?

But good friends must be protected without thinking, so Shizuka decisively stood on the same front with her and insulted Duan Baiting.

"Not a thing!"

Song Wanyue sighed, her slender arms resting on the edge of the private bath, her fair shoulders turning pink from the heat.

The two were not in the same private bath, and there was a screen between them.

Because it was in the way, Song Wanyue had it demolished.

Shizuka had soaked enough and came up wrapped in a bath towel.

"Then why don't you come to my place today."

Song Wanyue shook her head: "That would make it seem like I care a lot about this matter, which would be even more embarrassing."

At a time like this, one has to act as if nothing happened.

Song Xiaozhuojing is so obsessed with face that he suffers in silence. When he was a child, he fell and broke his bones in front of people he hated, but he still got up from the ground gracefully and pretended nothing had happened.

After the people left, he started to cry with his arms around his chest.

Song Wanyue grumbled in dissatisfaction: "You're just bringing up things that are not relevant."

This incident is also a big stain in her life.

I was just a teenager at that time, in junior high school.

Song Wanyue has a mortal enemy who is just like her, both spoiled and pretentious.

Opposites attract, like repels.

So they have been at odds since childhood.

We kept competing with each other from elementary school to junior high school.

One Christmas, they happened to wear the same clothes. Song Wanyue was prettier than her, so she naturally stood out more.

But unfortunately, she didn't see the road clearly and fell.

Even though she broke a bone, it was Zhou Wenyang who carried her to the hospital.

Jingxiang said: "I heard that Zhou Wenyang returned to Shanghai some time ago. The army was on holiday. He seemed to have been promoted to captain, and won two second-class merits and one first-class merit. He almost lost his life at the border."

Song Wanyue was a little surprised: "Why didn't I know he was back?"

Jingxiang wondered: "Didn't he contact you?"

"No." Song Wanyue stood up from the private bath, "He hasn't replied to my message for more than a year. I was wondering why the army was so strict that they didn't even allow me to take my phone."

It turns out that he contacted everyone except her?

After soaking in the private hot spring for so long, my brain has been confused by the heat.

He rolled in anger again and almost fainted.

She climbed out of the hot spring with great effort.

There is one more target of insult.

They are all from the same class, their fathers have business dealings with each other, and they have known each other since childhood.

They have been together since they were young.

Including the two people's names, they are also chosen to match each other.

Wen Yang, Wan Yue.

She was verbally betrothed before she was born, if it weren't for the protection of the Duan family.

Maybe it will work.

But Song Wanyue had no feelings for him, not even a little bit.

Jingxiang advised her to save her energy, because when she returned home at night and saw Duan Baiting's face, she would probably scold him.

Song Wanyue thought what she said made sense, so she shut up and saved her energy.

Bored, she picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

The first station is CCTV.

At that time, the financial summit which started at 5:30 was being broadcast live.

A meeting of top domestic companies.

The man in a suit stood in front of the stage and adjusted the microphone.

He calmly explained his predictions for the development of the digital economy and his suggested directions.

She didn't expect that the man who she had just called a bastard would meet her on TV at this moment.

The current Duan Baiting is different from the Duan Baiting in front of her usually.

He has a family background that ordinary people cannot reach and can never touch.

Normally, I would just feel that he is sitting on top of the world, out of reach.

But when he got to his real "battlefield", his professional field.

Put aside the halo brought by background and power.

His strong business acumen and abilities are the real reasons why he is able to hold his current position.

Even though what he showed was restraint and humility without showing it.

But every word he said and every opinion he expressed, even the industry seniors at the conference couldn't help but applaud.

A compliment to the young people.

The summit was over and bodyguards were clearing the aisle in front.

The man walked calmly, trying to hide his edge, making him look low-key and easy-going.

The reporter bravely stepped forward and stopped him for an interview.

We asked him about his views on the theme of this summit and talked about AI healthcare, which he has been promoting recently.

Duan Baiting is very good at saying some polite words to deal with reporters, and he does it with ease.

He was politely dismissed with a few words.

The reporter has been in the industry for many years and knows how to stop when the time is right. Once the interview content is completed, he will not continue to ask further questions.

Glancing at the wedding ring on his ring finger, she asked with a smile, "Mr. Duan, are you getting married at such a young age?"

When talking about the wedding ring on his hand, his eyes became a little calmer, unlike the distant look just now.

"Yeah."

The reporter asked one more question: "Is your wife also engaged in a related profession?"

Duan Baiting gently turned the wedding ring on his ring finger: "She just graduated and is a law student."

The reporter smiled and complimented: "Mrs. Duan is very outstanding."

This flattery undoubtedly hit the mark.

The man nodded politely to her, "Thank you,"

and then left the camera.

Song Wanyue didn't expect that she would have the opportunity to appear on camera.

As a law student who hadn't gotten her diploma yet, she felt a little guilty about being praised.

Although she didn't have a good impression of Duan Baiting, Shizuka had to admit it. His face is really cool, and his body is also cool.

With a height of 1.88 meters, his proportions are amazing.

He looked noble and elegant, yet had a kind of cunning and calculating manner that he used to play people around without showing off.

She gave a very high evaluation: "Although he is not a good-looking person, he is really awesome."

More than just awesome, Song Wanyue's eyes were wide open.

We often hear that TV cameras can make people look ugly, but Duan Baiting's excellent bone structure and skin with no blind spots can easily withstand the CCTV camera, which is called the death lens by celebrities.

It's no wonder others say that when looking for a husband, you have to find a handsome guy.

Even if you are angry, one look at his face will make your anger disappear.

Song Wanyue spinelessly used her mobile phone to search for the replay online, specifically dragged the progress bar to his part, and took screenshots frantically.

Shizuka was speechless: "Didn't you have a lot of opinions about him just now?"

Song Wanyue said confidently: "It's normal for handsome guys to have shortcomings. No one is perfect."

Shizuka: "..."

According to Song Wanyue's usual temper as a big lady, she would not be able to calm down for ten days or half a month.

This must be done on the premise that the other party actively seeks peace.

How come when she came to Duan Baiting, he was able to get rid of her just by relying on her beauty?

Song Wanyue had just come out of the hot spring.

Her long hair was casually tied behind her head with a wooden hairpin, and her shoulders, fumigated by the heat, were white, delicate, and tinged with pink.

She pulled down the towel tied around her chest, revealing the deep V in front of her chest.

By squeezing my arms together, I was able to enlarge the cup size.

Then take a photo.

Click on Duan Baiting's WeChat.

Pretend it was sent to him by mistake.

[Wanwan couldn't finish her meal: Baby, my husband is not at home tonight, do you want to come see me~]

The reply came faster than she thought, and the top of the screen showed that the other party was calling.

——Duan Baiting.