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The bag was open, and everything in it fell to the ground with just a throw.

Song Wanyue didn't even look at him, she just walked around him and was about to leave.

Her personality is truly willful, and it is not exaggerated or slandered by the outside world.

Duan Baiting picked up the snacks on the ground and put them back into his bag one by one. She had already walked away.

Looking at her back, he stopped where he was, knowing that she was still angry and didn't want to see him.

During those days, Song Wanyue cried every day and her mood was changeable.

But those emotions came and went just as quickly.

So it became that she was crying one second and happily watching TV the next.

Jingxiang was worried that she would become crazy if this continued, and couldn't help feeling concerned: "Why don't I go to North City to accompany you? I'm really worried about you being like this."

Song Wanyue had just finished crying, and her eyes were swollen again. She fell on the sofa and sobbed in pain: "No, I'll be fine after a while."

Her nasal voice was so heavy that Jingxiang felt she was about to suffocate to death.

"Are you really okay?"

Song Wanyue shook her head, grabbed a piece of ice and put it on her eyes: "I'm fine."

Jingxiang reminded her: "You should avoid touching ice recently. You have a cold body and are prone to dysmenorrhea."

"I know."

She responded lazily, and after hanging up the phone, she wrapped herself in a blanket and began to cry silently again.

I don't know if it's because I cried for too long, but I lost a lot of water in my body, causing my body to feel empty.

She felt totally lost and absent-minded.

Even she herself didn't know what she was angry about, was she angry that he lied to her, or was she angry that he didn't say anything.

Maybe both.

The most important thing is that I was angry that he broke his promise and had no news from me.

I had clearly promised to go back to see her, and she had been waiting for a long time with great anticipation.

In the end, nothing happened and he seemed to have disappeared from this world.

No, he just disappeared from her world.

His life went on as usual, and there was no difference without her.

Excellence in study and career.

As for her, she was at a loss. Did she do something wrong or say something wrong to make him unhappy?

Otherwise why would he not contact her for no reason?

In short, if the fate that is connected by the Internet is severed, the two will be completely returned to the crowd.

The more Song Wanyue thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and she cried for a long time.

She didn't want to stay in the room all the time. She was very active by nature and couldn't sit still.

So she went to the convenience store downstairs. Just as she went downstairs, she saw the receptionist coming out and asked her with a warm smile: "Excuse me, Miss Song, what do you need? We will prepare it for you."

Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment. How did she know her last name was Song?

Afterwards, he immediately realized that it was probably Duan Baiting who had specifically instructed this.

Should I say that I have a connection with him, or should I say that he is too rich.

Any hotel you stay in is his.

Could it be that the convenience store across the street is also owned by him?

Thinking of this, she shook her head to dispel her doubts.

He doesn't seem to be doing any business in this area yet.

"No thanks." She declined the front desk's kindness and walked out of the hotel lobby.

The temperature today was not low, but she was still not wearing much, with a white and gray Hermès scarf covering half of her face.

The long hair is casually fixed with a shark clip, leaving a few strands of hair hanging loosely.

I really couldn't muster the energy to dress up properly. After staying in the house for a long time, my already fair skin lost its color and looked even more haggard.

Not to mention the swollen eyes from crying.

Looking listless, fragile and broken.

She had just chosen the things and didn't even have time to take out her cell phone. The convenience store clerk smiled officially and said, "No need. A customer has prepaid money here. Your future purchases will be deducted directly from it."

Song Wanyue was confused at first, then she remembered.

"Male?"

The waiter nodded.

"What does it look like?"

The waiter thought for a moment and didn't know how to describe it.

Even though Song Wanyue was still angry with Duan Baiting, her opinion of his appearance had not changed at all.

"Tall and handsome?"

The waiter nodded with a smile and added a prefix: "Very."

It was indeed him.

Song Wanyue took out her mobile phone and scanned the code: "No, I still have this little money."

After the waiter packed her things, he told her with a smile: "That gentleman deposited 100,000 in advance."

"How much?!"

Even someone who spent money lavishly like Song Wanyue was shocked.

How long can one hundred thousand yuan last in a convenience store?

She turned and left hesitantly, but met Duan Baiting at the door.

He was still wearing a very formal suit. It was obvious that he came here as soon as his business was finished.

Song Wanyue was not in a good mood. She avoided him and was about to leave, but she did not forget to say arrogantly: "Don't waste your time here with me."

Duan Baiting's gaze first stopped on her swollen eyes. He didn't know how long she had cried for her eyes to be so swollen.

He came over and squatted in front of her.

Song Wanyue was startled and subconsciously tried to step back, but her slender ankle was held by him with one hand.

He was very strong, and she couldn't match him.

Duan Baiting did nothing but tied her loose shoelaces.

He stood up and took another look at the heated rice balls and sandwiches in her hands: "It's better to eat less food from convenience stores. They're all fast food, unhealthy and unhygienic."

She sneered: "So you deposited 100,000 in it just to show off in front of me?"

The little girl's words were full of thorns now, and she was ready to poke him full of holes.

Duan Baiting did not resist at all and surrendered immediately.

"I don't know how long you will live here, and you often forget to bring your cell phone, so I saved some for you in advance."

Song Wanyue is forgetful and has more than once forgotten to bring her cell phone after buying things and was unable to pay.

Every time I would borrow someone else's cell phone to call Duan Baiting and ask him to come over.

Song Wanyue's breathing became a little heavier.

It is definitely impossible to say that I have no feelings at all. After all, although I am angry with him, the feelings are still there.

But she didn't want to compromise with him so quickly.

She sneered and said sarcastically, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

After that, she walked into the hotel without looking back.

It was not until the elevator door closed and she was sure that Duan Baiting could no longer see her that she seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed against the wall of the car.

How spineless! How could you be so soft-hearted just because of the little favor he did for you?

She recalled the pain she had felt at that time over and over again, all those nights of heartbreak and tears, all because of him!

Thinking of this, her heart became cold and hard again.

But the food in the convenience store was really average, and given her picky nature, she simply couldn't eat it.

The food in the hotel is barely edible.

But when she thought that this was Duan Baiting's property, she would rather starve than eat a bite.

Originally, her mother wanted to video chat with her, but because her eyes were swollen from crying, she was afraid that they would worry after seeing it, so she lied and said it was not convenient and changed the video call to a voice call.

As usual, her mother asked about her recent situation and told her that Zhou Wenyang had returned to the army and that he refused to meet a blind date that was originally found for him and turned it down with a random excuse.

Song Wanyue: "He is very picky. He likes girls with gentle personalities and good tempers."

Her mother whispered "ah": "No wonder he doesn't want to see her. That girl is just like you, a spoiled girl by her family."

Song Wanyue immediately grumbled in dissatisfaction: "What do you mean by a spoiled girl by her family. But Zhou Wenyang really has no taste at all. What's wrong with someone like me? It's so good."

Her mother smiled and said, "Yes, yes, our Wanwan is the best. By the way, is Bai Ting with you? Your father's friend came to visit yesterday and brought him some white wine, which was also brewed at home. Your father kept one bottle for himself and said to send the rest to Bai Ting."

Song Wanyue felt a little guilty: "He...he went to the company and was not at home."

Her mother knew her very well and quickly saw through her lies: "Did you have a fight?"

Song Wanyue didn't say anything.

After a moment, her mother smiled and said, "It's not my place to ask about what's going on between you two. The last time we met, Bai Ting was indeed different from what I thought. He indulges you more than your father and I do."

Song Wanyue knew that her mother was advising her to control her temper a little. The purpose of husband and wife getting along is to accommodate each other and get along with each other.

Song Wanyue didn't want to tell her mother too much, so she replied perfunctorily, "I know,"

and hung up the phone.

It's not her who is being willful this time, it's Duan Baiting's fault.

It's natural that she would be angry.

She felt as if her mother was on Duan Baiting's side, and she fell on the sofa, hugging her pillow, depressed.

I don't know how much time passed before my stomach finally felt hungry.

It kept purring.

As if by telepathy, the hotel waiter knocked on the door and said it was room service.

She put on her slippers and went to open the door: "I didn't order any food."

Besides the waiter, Duan Baiting also appeared behind the door.

He probably went back home and came out again. He had changed his clothes and was holding a thermos lunch box in his hand.

After the door opened, the waiter's duties were completed and he left on his own accord.

So only Song Wanyue and Duan Baiting were left here.

One person is inside the door and the other is outside.

She held on to the door tightly, like a bird facing a wild beast alone, guarding its nest from the invader. It was a pity that the bird was still too young.

Normally, she was protected by her family, but later she was protected by him.

Her wings are beautiful, but there is no way she can fly very high.

However, the beast did not take another step forward.

Instead, she handed over the food box in her hand: "This is for you... I asked Aunt Tan to make it. Even if you don't want to see me, you can't let Aunt Tan down."

She said angrily: "I will let her down." She

is so cute even when she is stubborn and arrogant.

"If you take it, I won't bother you." He said softly.

Song Wanyue accepted it angrily and closed the door without looking back.

After a series of smooth movements, he finally stood very spinelessly against the door and looked out through the peephole.

Duan Baiting did not leave immediately, but stood outside the door for a while.

The smile on his face when facing her slowly faded, revealing a little tiredness. He pressed his eyebrows and forced himself to cheer up.

Finally, I glanced towards the door again. His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dark fog. Even if I looked carefully, I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Just like at this moment, he leaned against the wall, looking at the door that separated him and Song Wanyue.

Not moving.

Song Wanyue couldn't guess what he was thinking, but it was rare for him to have a crack in the mist in his eyes like today.

She saw the sadness behind restraint.

Song Wanyue's heart ached inexplicably, especially when she thought of the gentle smile on his face when he handed her the lunch box just now.

He was coaxing her and seemed to be trying to please her.

I begged her to give me another chance, either by explaining or apologizing.

Don't give up on him just like that.

Song Wanyue resisted the urge to open the door and turned around to sit on the sofa.

She had often thought about this problem in the past. Duan Baiting had been suppressing his emotions. Wouldn't he be tired?

It turns out that he can also feel sad and tired when no one can see him.

My eyes suddenly felt sore and my vision became blurry.

She raised her hand and rubbed it. Shizuka said that feeling sorry for a man is the beginning of his fall.

So now, she has fallen?

Song Wanyue stood up slowly and finally walked to the door.

But when she opened the door, he had already left.

In the empty corridor, there was only a little sandalwood left on his body, a scent that made her feel at ease and dependent.

She started crying again, for no apparent reason, and had been crying a lot lately.

She ate while crying, she could still taste the food, it was obviously cooked by Duan Baiting, what was the point of talking about Aunt Qin.

I was so depressed that I had no way to vent, so I could only call Shizuka.

Shizuka has been bored lately, so she is happy to analyze it for her.

"Then do you still want to be with him?"

Song Wanyue stuffed a large piece of stewed beef in her mouth. She couldn't finish chewing it. She spoke vaguely with a crying voice: "Dangran, I do."

Jingxiang listened for a long time before she could hear clearly that she said "Of course I do."

"But you think it's too unfair to forgive him like this?"

Song Wanyue was touched by her and her voice gradually became smaller: "I just think that he can't do this. I was not only angry that he lied to me, but I was also angry that he suddenly disappeared at that time. I was so sad, and I was sad for a long time."

As a bystander, Jingxiang naturally knew it.

At that time, she had no appetite, and lay in bed all day, feeling depressed.

Or they would just cry for no apparent reason and nothing would stop them from crying.

Her mother even suspected that she was suffering from depression.

"He just said that he won't bother me anymore. What does that mean? Does he want to just leave me alone like this? This is his fault. If he doesn't coax me, there are plenty of men lining up to coax me!" Right

after she finished crying, the eldest lady started to sulk again. One could imagine her current appearance even through the phone.

She must be pursing her lips, looking pitiful.

If conditions permit, even the pillow beside her will not escape her beating.

Shizuka didn't hear Song Wanyue's dislike for Duan Baiting at all, but rather it sounded more like they were just having a tantrum.

Shizuka said: "Since you don't know what to do, just leave it alone. If he really doesn't come to see you, it means you don't have a high status in his heart. If he comes..." Shizuka

was silent for a moment, not knowing how to give advice, "Anyway, you should have an idea in your mind."

Song Wanyue was confused, her gloved hand still holding a roasted chicken leg. She took a bite and didn't have time to swallow the chicken: "What idea?"

"You'll know when you see him."

Song Wanyue was even more confused, but before she could ask again, Shizuka had hung up the phone.

She was stunned for a long time, until she choked on the chicken leg, and then she came to her senses.

What score?

What can she do?

Her mind is empty now, it's all Duan Baiting.

-The

temperature in the north city rose for a while, then dropped sharply overnight.

The snow started falling at noon, and by the afternoon the whole city was already shrouded in white.

Today's meal is to pave the way for the listing of biotechnology. Although it is a sure thing, there are still unavoidable human relationships in the process.

As the host, Duan Baiting naturally had to be present.

Several middle-aged men with calm temperament, dressed in low-key clothes, talked to him with a smile: "I had the honor of having dinner with Mr. Duan at the same table a few years ago. I have heard him mention my nephew. I didn't expect to meet him so soon."

Duan Baiting smiled modestly and raised his glass to toast: "It is Baiting's honor."

He is very good at this and his disguise is flawless.

As the host, it is impolite to leave early.

He then appeared a little drunk, and his body swayed when he sat down.

When the man saw this, he quickly called his assistant in and said, "Let's stop here for today. My dear nephew, you've drunk a lot. You should go back and rest early."

Duan Baiting politely declined a few times, but finally agreed.

The special assistant followed him, called the driver, and had to keep an eye on him all the time, for fear that he would lose his balance and fall after drinking.

As a result, after the man left the box, he was no longer drunk at all.

His eyes instantly regained clarity, and he walked calmly and quickly.

Like being in a hurry to go to someone, in a hurry to meet someone.

Song Wanyue went to the room with a pillow in her arms, sat on the bay window, and watched the snow outside.

She watched as long as the snow fell.

Even the passage of time was forgotten.

It wasn't until someone knocked on the door that she was brought back to her senses.

She vaguely knew who it was, but her mind told her that she couldn't go.

She is obviously still angry, and if she is angry, she needs to have some backbone.

But the body was still very honest and not controlled by the brain. It got up and opened the door.

Sure enough, standing behind the door was a face that she was familiar with and missed very much.

He raised his hand to knock on the door, but before he could pull it back, he saw the door open and lowered his eyelids.

When he put his hand down, he asked her with a faint smile if she had eaten.

Song Wanyue smelled the strong smell of alcohol on him and frowned: "Have you been drinking?"

He smiled and nodded: "I drank a little during the social event, but not much."

Song Wanyue didn't say anything.

He waited for a while, and seeing that she really seemed to have no intention of speaking, he handed the food box in his hand to her: "Dinner."

Song Wanyue did not take it: "You don't have to send me more, I've eaten."

Duan Baiting asked her: "Have

you really eaten?" Her eyes dodged: "Yes."

He smiled dully: "Next time you lie, remember to look more determined."

Song Wanyue was secretly annoyed, her beautiful eyes widened. Beautiful people even have a kind of coquettishness when they are angry, without the slightest lethality.

Perhaps, even if she stabbed him with a knife, it would still be cute in his eyes.

She snorted arrogantly, and finally reached out to take it viciously.

Only after the door closed did she take off her disguise and lean over the peephole to look out.

This guy didn't even bother to rest at home after drinking.

He stood outside for a while as usual and took out his cigarettes. Perhaps he suddenly remembered that smoking was prohibited in the hotel, so he put them back into the cigarette box.

Then he raised his eyes, and his sight accurately caught the peephole on the door.

It was as if he was looking into her eyes behind the door.

Song Wanyue was stunned.

He must have noticed that I was peeking at him.

She returned to her room trembling with fear and covered herself with the quilt.

How long can he last now that he is trying to comfort me in a humble manner?

With his temperament, he appears calm on the surface, but deep down he is cold-blooded and arrogant.

How long can he hold on? Can he hold on until she calms down?

But she is not someone who can be coaxed easily. She has her own temper and her own willfulness.

Especially considering that she is usually the one who takes the initiative.

-There

are only two days left before the end of the holiday, and people are starting to pop up in the department group.

We sent each other some pictures of local specialties and said we would bring them to them when we went to the company.

Xiao He even tagged Song Wanyue and asked her what she planned to bring.

Song Wanyue took a selfie wrapped in a quilt and sent it to the group.

——I'll bring you a beautiful girl.

After sending the message, she was too lazy to read the replies. She threw the phone aside and huddled back into bed listlessly.

She actually spent such a great holiday in a hotel.

I should have returned to Shanghai earlier.

She ate and slept all day long, and in her spare time, handsome men would come to her on their own initiative.

In a sense, life is pretty comfortable.

Just after comforting myself in my mind, I rolled over in pain on the bed.

What a bullshit! She is so miserable!

Duan Baiting personally delivered three meals a day to her. She insisted that his ghost was still around, but she always ate her meals obediently.

Even Shizuka said that she was not angry at all, she was just playing house.

Duan Baiting seems to be playing house with you.

Song Wanyue swore on her own life: "If I forgive him so quickly, I will shorten my life by thirty years!"

Jingxiang teased her: "Then you won't have many years to live."

Song Wanyue felt aggrieved and was about to cry again.

The sound of the door opening made her stop crying in time. Before opening the door, she did not forget to adjust her clothes in front of the mirror.

Duan Baiting came empty-handed today and took nothing: "I was too busy today and didn't have time."

He suggested: "Let's go out to eat?"

Song Wanyue refused coldly: "No, I'll go eat by myself later."

As soon as she finished speaking, her cell phone rang, and she looked down.

It turned out to be a call from Yun Wei.

Since the last trip to the island, the two have only been in contact occasionally and have liked each other's posts on WeChat Moments.

But Yun Wei was busy filming and had no time to meet.

When the call came at this time, Song Wanyue thought of Duan Baiting.

If she was also here to lobby for him, he would hang up the phone without hesitation.

The other party smiled and dispelled her doubts: "I finished filming some time ago and just returned to North City. I learned that you are here too. How about we go out for dinner together?"

Song Wanyue hesitated: "I may not be free these days, how about another day."

Yun Wei sighed regretfully: "If we do it another day, it will be too late. Today happens to be my birthday."

Birthday?

Song Wanyue was stunned: "Isn't your birthday in summer?"

With Yun Wei's status, her birthday would be on the hot search almost every year.

It's hard not to know.

Yun Wei smiled calmly: "It's my lunar birthday."

Song Wanyue: "..."

She held the phone and glanced at Duan Baiting.

The latter looked calm and composed, as if he was in control of a strategic plan.

Song Wanyue narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

Yun Wei said on the phone again: "We have stayed in the desert for so long this time, and I thought that at least I could have a good birthday. If you don't come, it would be boring just with a few stinky men. It doesn't matter, we can make an appointment next time, and it's the same if we make up for it next time."

Song Wanyue felt uneasy because of her words.

Intellectually I felt as if I was being morally kidnapped, but physically I couldn't bear to refuse.

"Then..." She hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded softly. "Okay then, send me the address."

Yun smiled and said, "Duan Baiting knows the address, you can just come with him."

When she wanted to say something else, the phone had already been hung up.

Song Wanyue felt like a prey that had fallen into a trap, but she also felt that Yun Wei might not know about it. After all, the quarrel between her and Duan Baiting would never reach her ears.

In the end, he got into Duan Baiting's car reluctantly.

And he was sitting in the back seat, so they thought he was the driver.

Duan Baiting didn't say anything. After driving the car out of the parking lot, he rummaged through the storage compartment.

After a moment, he said apologetically: "I left my glasses at home. For safety, please fasten your seat belt first."

Song Wanyue's eyes widened immediately and she moved away from the back seat: "When did your myopia become so serious?"

She remembered that he only had a slight astigmatism and his myopia was negligible.

When did you fall to the point where you can't see the road without glasses?

He answered very calmly and peacefully: "I've been staying up too late recently and my eyesight is quite severe."

Song Wanyue caught the "staying up too late" in his words .

What's wrong with this guy? Without her supervision, he started to lose control again.

She unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car, her voice extremely delicate: "I'll drive, you want to die but I don't."

Duan Baiting raised his lip silently and obediently moved to the passenger seat.

He had long legs, so he didn't even need to get out of the car. He supported himself with his hands on the central armrest and easily crossed over to the passenger seat.

Song Wanyue asked him for the address of his destination, and when he suggested using navigation, she proudly refused.

"I know how to go. I'm a distinguished veteran driver with four years of driving experience..."

She drove very steadily, but unlike Duan Baiting's calm and steady manner, she drove because she was timid.

Duan Baiting obediently changed the words, and one could hear some doting in his tone: "Dear veteran driver with four years of driving experience, you turned in the wrong direction, to the left."

She insisted: "Of course I knew it was the left, I turned right on purpose. I'm not familiar with this car, so I just wanted to practice my driving feel."

Duan Baiting nodded and stopped talking.

The car just drove along the way based on feeling.

It was not until half an hour later that Duan Baiting called Xi Yang and told him: "We may be late."

He didn't know what was said on the other end, and he glanced out of the car window.

His tone was nonchalant: "We drove to the western suburbs."

Even though the phone was not on speakerphone, Xi Yang's shocked voice still reached Song Wanyue's ears.

"Why are we driving to the western suburbs? We're almost out of the province."

Song Wanyue gripped the steering wheel guiltily.

She was not familiar with the route and refused to let Duan Baiting give her directions, and even refuted his suggestion of using navigation.

As a result, we were driving...

almost out of the province.

Duan Baiting said lightly, smiling: "I'm still practicing my skills. I'll go over when I'm done."

Song Wanyue was paranoid and looked at him sinisterly: "Were you mocking me just now?"