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Song Wanyue still remembered the fact that Zhou Wenyang did not reply to her message, and he did not contact her after returning to Shanghai.

It's even more of a new hatred piled on top of old grudges.

Typed four words arrogantly.

——It's none of my business.

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When we drove back home, Aunt Tan was counting the goods.

Fresh seafood, just caught from the sea.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Although there are few people at home, we still need to prepare New Year's goods.

It was the first time Song Wanyue saw a living abalone. She thought it was very interesting and squatted on the ground and poked it with her hand.

Finally, I was scared away by the sticky fishy smell.

Xiao Huan talked about her plan to go to Shanghai to watch a concert during the Chinese New Year and was wondering where to stay.

I heard that the room rates there are expensive, even a hotel costs several hundred per night.

Not to mention B&Bs, those in good locations are expensive, and those in bad locations are unsafe.

Song Wanyue calmly dispelled all her concerns: "Come and stay at my house."

Xiaohuan's eyes lit up, but he felt something was not right: "I'd better not disturb you."

"What's there to disturb?"

Song Wanyue changed her shoes and took off her clothes, leaving only a sweater inside.

I washed my hands several times after touching abalone, but the fishy smell still lingered.

"If you're afraid of being disturbed, you can live in a separate house."

"Ah?" Xiao Huan was shocked by her wealth, "Live in a separate house?"

Song Wanyue wiped her hands and came out: "I have a lot of houses, in all areas. You can choose which one is close, and then you can go directly there."

She thought her clothes were too thick, so she changed into a cashmere sweater.

Her long hair was casually tied into a bun, leaving some short hair on her forehead and ears.

Her whole face is bright and delicate, with smooth lines, and it is hard to take your eyes off her even without makeup.

Xiao Huan was filled with gratitude in her heart and praised her for her kindness.

At the same time, she did not forget to pray to God, hoping that she could live such a life in her next life.

Song Wanyue didn't eat much in the afternoon. Her stomach is difficult to take care of. She has no appetite when it's hot, and she has no appetite when it's cold.

Shizuka created a group with a very old-fashioned name.

——Once a friend, always a friend.

The moment Song Wanyue saw it, she wanted to quit the group on the spot.

[Wanwan can't finish eating: What an old-fashioned group name, it lowers my class. 】

I was so busy looking at the group name that I didn't notice who was in it.

Someone jumped out immediately.

[Song Cong: Oh, isn't this Sister Wanyue? She has been in the capital for a few years and her status has become so high. 】

Seeing this name, Song Wanyue frowned even deeper.

[Wanwan can't finish her meal: Is this some kind of recycling station? They must have pulled me in here by mistake. 】

【Song Cong: It seems that not only has the level improved, but the ability to mock others has also improved. 】

【Wanwan couldn't finish her meal: You've made a lot of progress too. You've secretly developed your cerebellum behind my back and even learned how to type. 】

Shizuka saw that the atmosphere was not right and hurried out to smooth things over.

[Shizuka: You always fight as soon as we meet, Song Cong, is there anyone who bullies others like you? 】

Song Cong was almost laughing.

[Song Cong: Who is bullying whom?] 】

Although Song Wanyue and Song Cong both have the surname Song, their only relationship goes back several generations.

That tiny bit of blood relationship has long been diluted.

Song Wanyue disliked him since she was a child. When she saw him, he was like a proud little peacock, with his neck raised and not even looking at anyone.

Shizuka privately chatted with Song Wanyue and asked her to stop targeting him all the time.

Their grudge has a long history. Song Wanyue's mortal enemy since childhood happens to be Song Cong's goddess.

One year, when the class was holding an election for the arts committee member, Song Cong actually relied on the fact that his father was a school director to give that girl a backdoor.

Song Wanyue, who had originally been firmly in the position of arts committee member based on the number of votes, was suppressed by her for a whole semester because of this incident.

The grudge between the two small groups became more and more serious.

That incident was indeed infuriating, but Shizuka didn't expect Song Wanyue to remember it for so long.

Shizuka: "I mainly think it's a rare opportunity for us to get together, and I don't know when we'll have the chance next time. After the new year, Zhou Wenyang will go back to the army."

When Song Wanyue heard her say this, she sat up from the bed: "Zhou Wenyang is also in the group?"

Shizuka nodded: "Yes, didn't I tell you, he came to the capital. The army is on vacation this time, and he will be on vacation for a month."

Song Wanyue remembered that his grandmother's house seemed to be in the north city.

Strangely enough, this man ignored her for no apparent reason. Now that she had come to Beicheng, even Shizuka knew about it before her.

This feeling of being isolated made Princess Song, who had been the center of attention since childhood, very unhappy.

She silently added another entry for him to the grudge book in her heart.

It was completely dark outside the window.

I looked at the time and it was only eight o'clock.

Aunt Qin was still in the kitchen watching the chefs cleaning the seafood delivered today.

The house is quite lively.

Song Wanyue originally wanted to go down and take a look, but as she walked, she came to Duan Baiting's study.

She didn't dare to disturb him and pushed open the study door carefully.

He was seen supporting his forehead with one hand, quietly listening to the work report of the man opposite the computer.

His frown showed his dissatisfaction, and the occasional pinch of his nose showed that he had lost all patience.

"Okay." He finally interrupted, his calm tone with a hint of coldness, "Revise all of it and hand it over to me in a week."

For some reason, facing such an unkind Duan Baiting, Song Wanyue had the illusion that she was still working as a social animal in the company.

I subconsciously stopped and stood there awkwardly.

It seemed as if he would call her over in the next second and nitpick the contract she had drafted.

After the call ended, Duan Baiting took off his glasses, leaned back in his chair, and saw Song Wanyue standing by the door with a nervous look on her face.

"Something wrong?" he asked calmly.

Song Wanyue hurriedly shook her head, as if she was a student who was called by the teacher during class, with guilt written all over her face. "No."

He looked at her up and down with an indifferent look.

"Only a few months left before the exam?"

"Ah?" Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment, then reacted, "Yes, September."

Except for the few days when she first saw her reading, she hasn't even stepped into the study recently.

Duan Baiting asked knowingly, "How is your study going?"

Song Wanyue felt even more guilty, her eyes dodging, not daring to look at him: "It's... okay."

"Yeah."

Duan Baiting raised his chin slightly and casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf behind him.

These were all moved in a while ago when Song Wanyue said she wanted to occupy his study room to study.

He flipped through the pages, picked a page at random, and tested her.

Song Wanyue answered stutteringly.

Duan Baiting closed the book and said, "If you keep doing nothing all day, when do you think you can pass the exam?"

Song Wanyue lowered her head and pursed her lips.

He was quite good at disciplining her, but he was not her teacher.

Although he was not convinced in his heart, he had no ability to refute.

Duan Baiting dragged out a chair beside him and said, "It's still early, read for another hour."

Song Wanyue sat down reluctantly and just opened the book.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a box lying next to it.

——amlyn.

A women's clothing brand made by an Italian designer.

It takes the idea of ​​scarcity to the extreme. All are limited editions, with only 100 sets released worldwide.

For someone like Song Wanyue who can choose not to wear it but must own it, this brand's hunger marketing is exactly what she wants.

She had taken a fancy to the new early spring dress that came out a while ago half a month in advance.

As a result, it was out of stock in China.

I was still upset about this for several days.

When I saw the packaging of this brand in Duan Baiting's study, my heart was moved.

Why are there women's clothes in his study? Bought it for her? But she has been back for so long, if I wanted to buy it for her, I would have given it to her long ago.

Or did Duan Baiting cheat on his wife?

All kinds of complicated emotions surged into her heart, as if something was stretching her heart.

The sour and swollen feeling was strange and weird, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Her abnormality attracted Duan Baiting's attention. He saw that she was lowering her head with a look of grievance.

There are two kinds of grievances she has. One is fake, deliberately done to make him feel distressed.

The former will definitely cry and make a fuss, and will not stop until he sees it.

But now, the crying is silent.

Duan Baiting's eyes dimmed: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She tried her best to suppress her grievance and act as if nothing had happened, but the more she suppressed her tears, the more she shed.

No matter how hard you try you can never wipe it all off.

Duan Baiting put down the document he was reading halfway and said, "If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask you again."

Song Wanyue hated his always stable mood and calm composure.

The well is always calm and peaceful.

It seemed like nothing was worth his fuss.

He is very capable, in every aspect.

Before she married and came to North City, even her grandfather couldn't help but remind her not to be so petty like she was at home.

North City is not Shanghai, and the Duan family is not an ordinary family.

Especially Duan Baiting.

"Grandpa has met him several times. The young man is deep-minded and keeps his thoughts to himself. Even grandpa can't tell what he is thinking, let alone you, a little girl who knows nothing."

Grandpa said that Duan Baiting is the person in the entire Duan family who is most like Old Duan.

The cruelty hidden beneath the calmness.

He was not confident about his granddaughter, who was spoiled at home and had a cruel and arrogant temper. She would throw tantrums and act like a spoiled brat if things didn't go her way.

Her family loves her and will indulge her.

But others are different.

Not to mention that person was Duan Baiting.

He was not afraid that Song Wanyue would anger Duan Baiting and thus implicate the entire Song family.

He was just worried that Song Wanyue would be wronged because of this.

Song Wanyue, who was worried about being wronged by her grandfather, asked Duan Baiting pitifully whether he had another woman outside.

The latter was silent for a moment, and it turned out that he was feeling aggrieved about this.

He chuckled helplessly, and the haze in his eyes dissipated: "How did you know?"

She pointed to the box next to her: "You even bought her a skirt! You bought skirts for other women that I couldn't even buy."

She was spoiled and wouldn't listen to anyone. She kept digging her way into a dead end, but she had a rich imagination.

Duan Baiting had never come into contact with anyone like her in the past twenty years of his life.

She was so imaginative and her moods were so up and down that

he had no way to deal with her.

"Who said it was bought for another woman."

"If it's not bought for someone else, could it be for me..." She was stunned for a moment and hesitated to speak, "Could it be... for me?"

Duan Baiting only said, "Open it and see."

She hesitantly took the box and untied the ribbon on it.

What was lying inside was a newly improved cheongsam.

The design concept of this issue is Chinese style.

The neckline is decorated with a circle of bead embroidery, hollow three-dimensional embroidery cuts, and bead tassels at the waist.

The low-back design is connected by a thin chain of pearls and is just at the spine.

The temperament is gentle yet high-end.

Because it's a pearl/theme, even the lapels and buttons are made of pearls of different sizes.

Song Wanyue had been thinking about it for a long time.

The surging jealousy and grievances were swept away, and the sun returned to its former brightness.

She held the skirt and tried it on herself: "It looks best on me."

She looked like she was about to cry just now, but she burst into laughter so quickly.

She happily sat on his lap with her arms around his waist: "How do you know I like this skirt? Is this the telepathic connection between husband and wife?"

Duan Baiting nodded thoughtfully: "If talking in dreams can be considered telepathic connection."

Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment.

She refused to admit that she was thinking about a skirt even in her sleep.

She leaned on his shoulder and insisted that he must have heard it wrong.

It is undeniable that her presence did affect his work progress.

But the extra weight in his arms inexplicably made him feel at ease.

So Duan Baiting didn't push her away.

Song Wanyue is a clingy person who likes to be lively and lively. She and Duan Baiting are two completely opposite types of people.

If she were left alone in an absolutely quiet space for five hours at most, she would really go crazy.

I want to be close to the person I like all the time, and I want to hug him/her when I am happy.

"Is there a medical disease called skin hunger syndrome?"

Duan Baiting had never heard of it: "Is there?"

As if to prove that she was not talking nonsense, she picked up her phone and searched on the spot.

I typed in the five words "skin hunger".

The first relevant information displayed.

——Skin hunger is a psychological disease caused by long-term lack of caress, and patients usually crave skin contact. [1]

"Long-term lack of affection." He pronounced these words aloud, his speech too slow to make them sound meaningful.

Song Wanyue took the opportunity to complain that he was too busy with work recently and had no time to accompany her.

But she knew very well that he had already made a lot of time to accompany her.

He even did non-essential work at home.

I heard from Aunt Qin that he could hardly come back for two days in a month in the past.

Nowadays, unless he goes abroad or to another place, he will come back no matter how late it is.

But Song Wanyue just wanted to act pitiful in front of him, with a look of pity.

Grandpa's previous instructions have long been thrown out of the window.

Three no's.

——Don't be too arrogant.

She was so spoiled that she had to do it in front of him every two days.

——Don't act recklessly.

She was so reckless that she almost turned his study with a minimalist color scheme into a Barbie castle.

——You must know how to exercise moderation.

Her grandfather always taught her that nothing should be done in threes. People should have self-control and know how to restrain themselves.

Song Wanyue felt a little ashamed.

Not only did she have no self-control all day long, but she also seduced Duan Baiting every day and began to lose self-control as well.

The skirt I'm wearing today is very convenient.

With her skirt pushed up to her waist, Song Wanyue clutched his tie in a daze.

I don't know how long it was before he finally stopped, buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed softly.

He asked her with a smile, "Are you cured?"

She was not as calm as he was at the moment, and looked as disheveled as a dehydrated puppy.

He was breathing heavily with his tongue sticking out.

After a long time, she finally hid in his arms with great dependence.

"Are you free the day after tomorrow on Christmas?"

Duan Baiting held her legs and wiped them clean with a tissue: "I'm taking a flight to Singapore tomorrow morning."

"Ah?" She lowered her head. "Okay."

Seeing her disappointed look, Duan Baiting threw the paper ball in his hand into the trash can: "If there is time, I'll try my best."

Song Wanyue nodded, knowing that Duan Baiting was just coaxing her and not holding out for much hope.

The round-trip flight alone takes eight or nine hours, not to mention the drive along the way.

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The festival is approaching and the atmosphere is particularly tense.

There are Christmas trees everywhere.

At subway entrances and under company office buildings, people set up stalls to sell peace apples.

Brother Su has prepared it for all the employees in the department.

During breaks at work we chatted about where to go the next day and had a lively conversation.

Song Wanyue said weakly: "I'm going to sleep at home for a day."

She had already thought about how to spend the day.

She gave the servants at home a day off, and then she and Duan Baiting spent a Christmas alone at home.

She also wanted to wear the skirt for him to see. And the breast chain she carefully prepared.

Planning to surprise him.

It turns out that this person is busy with work.

hateful!

On Christmas Day, Song Wanyue stared at her phone for two hours.

I don't know what Duan Baiting is doing now.

Are you still sleeping or have you already gotten up and started working?

The festive atmosphere in Singapore should be even stronger than in China.

Is there anyone to spend Christmas with him?

But an old-fashioned person like him probably wouldn't want to celebrate such a fashionable festival which is celebrated by young people.

Song Wanyue shook her head, trying to shake out the scattered thoughts in her mind.

What is she thinking about?

Why is my mind full of Duan Baiting?

Wake up! ! Are you someone who can't live without a man?

It has always been the case that men cannot live without you! ! !

Song Wanyue scolded herself in her heart to wake herself up, gathered her spirits again, and was just about to get back to work.

Received a message from Shizuka.

She always prefers to send messages rather than make phone calls.

[Shizuka: Tonight at 7 o'clock, Peach Blossom Spring.] 】

Taohuayuanji is a music restaurant and bar.

[Song Wanyue: The two of us?] 】

Shizuka kept the secret.

【Shizuka: There are two more handsome guys. 】

Song Wanyue refused without thinking.

[Song Wanyue: Don't disturb married women.] 】

【Shizuka: Okay, I was just kidding you. It just so happened that Zhou Wenyang came to North City this time, and I was thinking of getting together with him since we haven't seen each other for almost two years. His vacation is over now and I don't know when I can see him again. 】

Although Song Wanyue still resented him for not replying to her messages.

But it's just like Shizuka said, we haven't seen each other for a long time.

They grew up together. She is delicate and can't carry anything on her shoulders or lift anything with her hands.

I was out of breath after running two steps in the last physical education class.

She has a spoiled and pretentious personality, and she offends even the oldest people in her grade.

If Zhou Wenyang hadn't protected her, she would have died long ago with her reckless temper.

Thinking of this, Song Wanyue nodded in agreement reluctantly.

After work, she drove directly to her destination.

Maybe because it was a festival, there were so many people.

Fortunately, we reserved a seat in advance, so we didn't have to wait.

The singer holding a guitar was singing a sad folk song, which was not in line with the lively atmosphere today.

The tables and chairs made of whole wood are also the characteristic of this store.

Seeing Song Wanyue, Jingxiang waved at her desperately.

Song Wanyue complained as she walked: "The traffic is too congested. It would have taken only half an hour to get there, but it's still stuck now."

Just as she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of the man across the table.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, his hair was cut short, and his skin was tanned.

It made his already tough features appear even sharper.

I haven't seen him for more than two years. He has become much more mature and looks more stable than when he was a teenager.

Zhou Wenyang put down the wine glass in his hand and looked up.

Their eyes met, Song Wanyue snorted coldly and looked away first.

I still have some resentment towards him in my heart and I am too lazy to pay attention to him.

Song Cong, who was sitting opposite her, said to her with a playful smile: "Xiao Wanwan is getting more and more beautiful."

Song Wanyue smiled politely: "Excuse me, who are you? Do we know each other?"

He added as expected: "Your habit of holding grudges has not changed."

"Okay." Shizuka tried to smooth things over, "It's a rare opportunity for us to get together."

The rare thing here mainly refers to Zhou Wenyang.

He is at the border and it is not easy for him to take a vacation.

This time it's only for one month.

The waiter brought the drink menu and Song Wanyue leaned over to look at it with Shizuka.

The man who had been silent from beginning to end finally condescended to speak.

"Don't drink."

He pushed the can of Wangzai milk next to him to Song Wanyue.

Song Wanyue said proudly: "I'm already so old, I don't drink this anymore."

Then she asked for a non-alcoholic mojito.

With her arms folded across her chest and leaning back in her chair, she began to accuse him: "When you came back this time, you contacted everyone except me, right?"

Her relationship with Zhou Wenyang was closer than with ordinary childhood friends.

They are childhood sweethearts in the true sense of the word, and she has known him since she was born.

Her spoiled daughter's temper caused her to offend many people both inside and outside the school. If it weren't for Zhou Wenyang who always covered for her,

I'm afraid they won't be able to grow up safely.

After hearing what Song Wanyue said, Zhou Wenyang casually said: "I didn't tell anyone."

Song Wanyue didn't believe it: "Then how do they all know?"

Song Cong explained for him: "He really didn't tell anyone. The reason I know is because his IP location has changed."

Song Wanyue was skeptical: "Really?"

Zhou Wenyang frowned: "Have you been deceived?"

Song Wanyue made a "tsk": "Then you didn't reply to the message I sent you before."

He answered concisely: "I'm in the army."

"You can't always be in the army."

Zhou Wenyang was too lazy to answer, and took out cigarettes and lighter: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

Song Wanyue got angry when she saw him, and pinched her Ren Zhong philtrum frantically to avoid fainting from anger.

This man had a tough temper before, and it became even tougher after he joined the army.

The three of them had a round of drinks before he came back after smoking.

The topic had long turned to Song Wanyue. Speaking of her husband through arranged marriage, Song Cong asked, "I heard that he's not a very good person. He looks easy-going, but in fact, he's unfathomable."

"No way." Song Wanyue turned on the mindless mode of protecting her husband, "He's a very nice person!"

Song Cong was a little surprised at his reaction: "I heard from Shizuka that you cried your heart out on the day of your engagement."

She muttered guiltily, "I didn't know him at that time."

Song Cong glanced at Zhou Wenyang, his tone tinged with disbelief: "Could it be that... you really like him?"

Song Wanyue tilted her head slightly: "Is it strange?"

Zhou Wenyang was calm and took a sip of wine, and the ice cubes slid into his mouth.

He chewed it vigorously.

The clacking sound of chewing was particularly clear to Song Cong who was sitting next to him.

He felt a pain in his teeth just listening to it.

This is a terrible bite force.

Song Wanyue was just about to give a long speech to explain to Song Cong how good Duan Baiting was.

The latter news interrupted her show-off.

[Duan Baiting: I returned to China.] 】

【Duan Baiting: Where is it. 】