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Song Wanyue became even more irritable after getting angry. She opened the car door and walked out without caring whether this was a parking area or not.

She was wearing high heels and walking slowly. Duan Baiting caught up with her in three or two steps and held her arm: "Where are you going?"

She shook it off: "It's none of your business."

Duan Baiting was silent for a moment and did not continue to stop him. Instead, he followed her slowly.

"This is the suburbs. There are no lights at night and the roads are winding. It's easy to get lost."

"That has nothing to do with you. It's my own business if I get lost."

Duan Baiting nodded and said no more.

The two people walked together in a very strange but peaceful state.

One in front and one behind.

This is a suburb within a suburb, with farmland beside the narrow road.

I don't know what kind of plants they are growing; it's too dark to see clearly.

Once Song Wanyue's high heels sank into the soil, it was difficult to pull them out.

So every step she took was difficult.

He already had some resentment towards Duan Baiting in his heart, and now he was pouring all his resentment onto him.

She turned around, took something out of her bag and threw it at him: "Stay away from me."

Duan Baiting seemed not to feel the pain and picked up the lipstick that had hit him and fallen to the ground.

There was dirt on it, so he wiped it carefully and put it in his coat pocket.

Song Wanyue was so angry that she picked up her bag and threw it at him.

He didn't say a word, but just silently picked up the things that fell from the bag to the ground.

It was like a tug of war between the two of them. He respected her wishes and wouldn't get too close to her.

But the prerequisite is to make sure he can see her.

There are street lights on both sides of the road, but this place is far away from the road, and only the crescent moon in the sky is left.

Emits a light that is not too bright.

Song Wanyue took two steps and stopped under the tree next to her.

She lowered her head, wiped her tears, and began to cry: "Do you have to keep pestering me like this? Do you know that I hate you?"

Duan Baiting's heart was hurt.

The voice became low: "I know."

"Then don't bother me anymore."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes and laughed softly. She only heard his barely audible laughter, but could not see the bitterness in his eyes.

"Conflicts are meant to be resolved, not avoided."

Song Wanyue pursed her lips: "At this time, you still want to lecture me?"

"I'm telling myself." He said, "Song Wanyue, I made this mistake once five years ago, and I won't repeat it a second time."

Five years ago.

Song Wanyue knew what he meant, but now she didn't want to hear his explanation at all.

Duan Baiting's cell phone rang. He took a look and didn't answer it.

It was not until the other party called for the second time that he simply informed them that he might not be able to go today and let them play by themselves.

Seeing him hang up the phone, Song Wanyue asked him: "Today is not Yun Wei's birthday, right? You asked her to tell me that?"

"Yeah." He didn't deny it. "Last time I brought you food, I saw that you didn't look good. You stayed in the hotel for too long, you should get out and move around."

Song Wanyue was particularly sensitive to appearance: "I'm just a little anemic!"

"I know." He moved closer to her calmly, "Have you been eating well recently?"

"No, it's terrible." She said this deliberately because she knew that the meals were made by Duan Baiting himself.

Duan Baiting nodded: "Next time I... I'll ask Aunt Qin to do something else."

Song Wanyue didn't know what he was going to do: "Are you going to keep bothering me like this?"

"Yeah."

He took out a box of milk, inserted a straw and handed it to her.

He must have been carrying it with him all the time; the box even had his body temperature on it.

He doesn't drink milk, so it was prepared for her.

Song Wanyue didn't answer. She lowered her head and buried her chin in her knees.

"Duan Baiting, I have always been a very easy-to-please person since I was a child. So there will always be people who take advantage of this to hurt me. I admit that the pitiful way you pretend to be in front of me did make me soft-hearted."

She spoke in a muffled voice, with a little bit of unwillingness to live up to her expectations.

Why is it that I am always so soft-hearted, when it is clearly his fault?

After hearing this, Duan Baiting gradually lowered his hand: "Do you think I am pretending to be pitiful?"

She asked back: "Isn't it?"

"If pretending to be pitiful, it will make you soft-hearted, I may give it a try in the future. But not now. Song Wanyue, that thing is wrong with me. I don't want to escape, and I don't want to create a gap between us because of this incident. I won't force you to listen to my explanation, but I can wait until The day you are willing to listen to it."

Song Wanyue said, "What if I don't want to listen?"

He answered very decisively: "Just wait."

She said harshly: "What if you die, I don't want to listen?"

Duan Baiting smiled and said, "Then don't cremate it for now. When will you want to listen, go to my grave to dig me out."

Song Wanyue's tone was arrogant and awkward, and she looked to the side. He turned his back to him, and said disgusting: "I don't want it, the body is smelly."

He always responded to her words: "Then I will try to live as much as possible."

While Song Wanyue didn't want to pay attention to him, she felt a little incredible: "You can still say such things, you were not like this before."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, "How was I like before."

Song Wanyue flattened her mouth flat : "Serious and old-fashioned, I don't look like a young man anyway."

"Actually, I am the same now."

Song Wanyue raised her eyes.

He was gradually narrowing the distance between the two of them.

By the time Song Wanyue reacted, he had already come to her side.

The sleeves of her blazer touched her scarf.

"I'm not very good at coaxing people. This is my first time doing it. If you think I've changed, it seems that I'm quite talented."

These words didn't sound like they came from him.

Song Wanyue's heart felt like it was being scratched by countless invisible tentacles.

"So, I'm the only one who has seen this side of you?"

He nodded: "Strictly speaking, that's right."

Song Wanyue sneered: "In fact, I also have another side that you haven't seen. I treat people I like and people I hate with completely different expressions. Do you want to see it?"

Duan Baiting closed his eyes and calmly refused: "I don't want to see it."

The suburbs were exceptionally quiet, with almost no residents nearby, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

In this quiet conversation, Duan Baiting was his truest self.

I had thought about calming down and having a good talk with her like today a long time ago.

Song Wanyue told him: "I don't want to forgive you so quickly because I feel unwilling to do so. Why should I be the only one who is sad? During those years when you suddenly disappeared from the world, I was the only one who was sad, but you were not affected and lived your own life."

Duan Baiting's movements became slow and he was in a trance for a moment.

He always thought that she didn't care.

He didn't have a very good life during those years.

Abandoned and ignored by his family, he simply grew silent.

They are often labeled as cold-blooded because their emotions are too stable.

He really doesn't care about anyone without him.

But after completely cutting off contact with Song Wanyue, he began to receive psychological counseling regularly.

That was the time when he was most mentally devastated.

There is even a psychologist at home to monitor his emotions at all times.

"Song Wanyue, I thought you were playing a joke on me. You already had someone you loved, but you still gave me the illusion of being loved. It took me a long time to get over it."

His voice became low. In fact, he had never gotten over it, including now.

He said, "This is the most filthy side of me that is unknown to the public."

He is a very thoughtful person. To put it another way, you could say he is hypocritical.

The Song family values ​​high moral integrity, but Duan Baiting does not have that.

He is indeed a very qualified capitalist, and the only purpose of everything he does is profit.

He deserves this height now.

Even Song's father said that his future position would definitely be more than what he is currently in.

Duan Baiting knows what he wants, and he is also very clear about his future plans and development.

But now, everything is completely messed up.

He told her his past heart-to-heart.

No pity, no pretending to be pathetic.

Song Wanyue was stunned, her eyes were still red and swollen from crying: "The one you love?"

Her bag was still in Duan Baiting's hand. He took out a tissue from it and wiped her tears.

The movements are delicate and gentle.

"I didn't lie to you at that time. I did buy a plane ticket and returned home. But I saw you and Zhou Wenyang together."

He paused in his tone and movements, and his eyelashes drooped, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

"I thought you were together."

Song Wanyue found it outrageous: "How could Zhou Wenyang and I..."

"But you want to be his family, and you want him to marry into your family." He wiped her tears. There was no trash can around, so he crumpled up the tissue and held it in his palm. "Anyone who sees it will think so."

Song Wanyue was silent for a few seconds, busy recalling.

When did she say these words?

etc!

She looked at him suspiciously: "Then how did you know?"

"I said, I went to find you."

Her emphasis was a little off: "You eavesdropped on me?"

Duan Baiting did not deny it: "If that counts as eavesdropping."

There was silence for a long time, and Song Wanyue was thinking about how to put it.

Kian did return to China to look for her, and even bought the earliest flight back to China after she said she wanted to see him.

He was not annoyed with her, he thought he and Zhou Wenyang were a couple.

An extremely complicated feeling accumulated in her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

It was too boring, and she didn't know what to do.

The night was too cold, with wind and snow coming together.

She wasn't wearing much, and Duan Baiting was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.

She smelled the soothing sandalwood.

In the past, similar incense was always lit in the Buddhist shrine at home, but she didn't like it very much and thought the smell was strange.

But now I've slowly become dependent on it.

The coat carried Duan Baiting's body temperature, as if he was holding her in his arms.

"It's cold outside, go sit in the car." He dispelled her concerns, "I won't go in and disturb you until you give in."

Song Wanyue pursed her lips and said in a deep voice, "I'm not that selfish."

She stood up and walked back, took two steps and stopped, lowered her head and retreated behind him.

"You go ahead."

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes: "Huh?"

She said in an awkward tone: "I... I don't know the way."

Duan Baiting was silent for a few seconds and smiled silently.

"Okay."

After returning to the car, Song Wanyue still said nothing.

Duan Baiting saw that she seemed to have recovered a little, and drove away.

Song Wanyue hesitated to speak: "Aren't you visually fatigued? I... I will drive?"

Afterwards, she added proudly: "I'm worried about my life being insecure, not you."

He nodded: "I know." He

then reassured her: "My eyesight is still good enough for driving."

What do you know?

Song Wanyue cursed him in her heart, knowing clearly nothing.

Does that mean whatever she says?

He was being honest with her just now, why has he turned back into that stuffy old-fashioned person he used to be?

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The car drove for an hour back to the city, and it was two hours later when we arrived at the destination.

Xi Yang and the others haven't left yet, Jiang Zhengchuan and Shang Heng are still there.

Song Wanyue's memory is not very good. Although she has seen these people before, the only one whose name matches is Xi Yang.

When the remaining few people greeted her, she nodded in confusion in response.

Shang Heng leaned back on the sofa unhappily: "I was the one who helped you remove your wisdom teeth. Have you forgotten about me so quickly?"

Song Wanyue remembered this when he mentioned it.

She felt a phantom pain in her gums, closed her eyes, and mumbled nonsense: "Maybe the tooth extraction damaged the nerves and I lost some of my memory."

Shang Hengle said: "Why do I feel like it's my brain that's injured?"

Duan Baiting looked at him with cold eyes, and the latter immediately dared not say anything.

He spread his hands and admitted defeat: "You have someone backing you up, so I won't say anything."

Duan Baiting asked the bartender to make a non-alcoholic drink for Song Wanyue.

"Is there anything you want to eat?"

Song Wanyue shook her head. She really didn't want to stay here. "When are you going home?"

Xi Yang kept her: "Today is Yun Wei's birthday after all. You should at least wait for her to come and say happy birthday before leaving."

Song Wanyue glanced at the wedding ring on his ring finger and frowned.

Perhaps he noticed her gaze.

Xi Yang sat up straight, slowly took off the wedding ring, threw it into the wine glass in front of him, and smiled casually: "It's nothing to look at, not as valuable as yours. Bai Ting hired the world's most famous designer to design it."

Song Wanyue was silent for a while, and just now she deliberately kept a distance between herself and Duan Bai Ting.

In order to avoid them, she actually moved towards him automatically.

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes and snorted at her unhappily.

He pressed down the corners of his lips and handed her the glass of mojito.

"I ordered a bowl of clear soup noodles for you. It's not a good idea to eat something with strong flavors at night."

She said stubbornly, "I'm not hungry."

Her stomach was much more honest than her mouth. As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach growled.

Jiang Zhengchuan, who was sitting opposite, smiled softly.

Song Wanyue felt that he was making fun of her. She was very proud and turned her body sideways, with her ears a little red.

Duan Baiting gently held her in his arms and took the "blame" on himself: "It's my stomach that's rumbling."

She was stunned and raised her eyes slightly.

She whispered in his arms: "I haven't forgiven you yet, so don't hug me."

As expected, he let go and stopped while he was ahead.

The waiter brought the bowl of clear soup noodles to the box with a poached egg on top.

Yun Wei arrived late. She came from next door where the crew was holding a wrap party.

When he saw Song Wanyue, he greeted her with a smile and said softly, "Long time no see."

His eyes, which were swollen from crying, had not completely subsided and the corners of his eyes were still red.

The bun is loose, with a few strands of hair on the forehead.

Halfway through eating noodles, I heard someone greeting me and looked up in confusion.

It looks cute, like a puppy that has been wronged.

Yun Wei couldn't help but rub the "puppy"'s head.

Duan Baiting stood up tactfully and gave his seat to Yun Wei.

They were already drinking, and he quickly joined in after he sat down.

He came by car, so he drank tea instead of wine. Shang Heng said it was boring, it was rare for them to meet, so what was the point of drinking tea.

Duan Baiting remained unmoved.

Xi Yang teased him that he had become a stone waiting for his wife, but he did not refute.

When he was struggling in love and career in the past, Duan Baiting always stayed by his side as a bystander, acting as if it had nothing to do with him.

He didn't understand, so he couldn't empathize with Xi Yang's pain.

Those who are high and mighty have nothing they want.

He is free to choose between love and marriage. This is also what Xi Yang envied him for.

Xi Yang originally thought that with this person's personality, he didn't need love at all.

People always fall in love with someone because of a moment of loneliness, and this happens when their psychological defenses are weak.

Duan Baiting is not such a person. He is strong in all aspects.

Growing up alone in a foreign country, I have seen too many kidnappings, extortions and deliberate murders.

A family like his is something that ten Xi Yangs combined cannot even hope to have.

But even such a person still failed.

And it fell on a delicate young lady.

I thought that the type of woman Duan Baiting liked was at least an intellectual and gentle lady.

Unexpectedly, he was not immune to this and could not resist the temptation of beauty.

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Yun Wei smiled gently: "I heard that you and Duan Baiting had a quarrel,"

Song Wanyue lowered her head and said nothing.

Yun smiled and didn't intend to be a peacemaker.

When a couple quarrels, outsiders have no right to interfere.

What's more, she was far from being qualified to take care of Duan Baiting's household affairs.

Most of these people usually greeted her with smiles, but Yun Wei knew in her heart that they only regarded her as Xi Yang's mistress who was not allowed to be seen in public.

As for Duan Baiting.

It's not so much that he's the only one who doesn't look down on her, it's more that he doesn't care at all.

They treated her equally with courtesy, so Yun Wei felt grateful among this group of people.

Song Wanyue was eager to drink the wine on the table. Yun Wei thought about her alcohol tolerance when they met last time.

He controlled the amount and only poured her a little, but added a lot of ice cubes.

Contradictions are something that need to be revealed after drinking.

It can be seen that both sides are in great pain at this stage.

Song Wanyue took a tentative sip and found it tasted pretty good.

Over there, Xi Yang and Duan Baiting chatted for a while and asked about his recent situation.

"I heard that your younger brother was put in jail again?"

This happened half a month ago. In order not to worry his grandmother, Duan Baiting had deliberately kept the news secret and kept it a secret from the outside world.

Now that his grandmother has passed away, he is too lazy to care about her anymore.

Let the gossip fly.

"Yeah."

Xi Yang smiled: "One tenth of the rebelliousness in your family lies with him, and the rest is all on you."

If Duan Baiting intends to be a bad guy, he will definitely be the kind of bad guy who is extremely bad.

Fortunately, behind his rebelliousness is his almost abnormal self-discipline and rationality.

Before Xi Yang could say something else, Duan Baiting had already put down his glass and left.

He came to Song Wanyue and saw that she was staggering and unable to sit steadily.

He looked at the wine glass in front of him again, frowned slightly, and asked Yun Wei: "Did she drink?"

"A little." Yun smiled and gently pushed her into his arms, "Then please send her back first."

Song Wanyue was only three-quarters sober, and the remaining seven-quarters was drunk.

She leaned in Duan Baiting's arms, her hands touching her restlessly.

She even unbuttoned his shirt and reached in to touch him.

Duan Baiting's expression changed slightly, and he was about to stop him.

He seemed to have thought of something, and finally silently approved of her subsequent actions.

"Then I'll leave first. You guys take your time drinking."

After a simple farewell, he carried Song Wanyue out of the box.

He put her in the car and fastened her seat belt: "Where do you want to go, home or?"

Song Wanyue smelled slightly of alcohol and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

When Duan Baiting leaned over to fasten her seat belt, she reached out and poked him on the face, saying coquettishly, "I don't want to go home."

He paused at the warm touch, and without fastening the seat belt in his hand, he pulled it back.

He took the hand that was still on her face and guided her to touch it, his voice was seductive: "How about going for a walk around here?"

She was about to nod, but her reason took over in a short time: "No, I'm still angry with you."

She staggered and rested her head on his shoulder, her voice sticky: "I gave you money, I paid you."

Duan Baiting smiled and nodded: "Okay, you paid me."

She didn't know where her bag went, and she couldn't find it after searching around.

Duan Baiting glanced at the lady's bag that he had casually placed in the back seat before getting on the car.

He took out his wallet and handed it to her.

Song Wanyue didn't recognize that the black crocodile leather wallet was not hers.

Pull out a few banknotes from it.

Looking at the Canadian dollars in her hand, she fell into deep thought, wondering if she had been to Canada recently.

But without giving it much thought, he generously stuffed the bills into the collar of his shirt.

He buttoned his shirt meticulously to the last button.

The fabric is of a strong and wide texture, without any wrinkles.

At this time, the money was between the shirt and his neck, with a slender neck and a sexy Adam's apple.

The mixture of abstinence and money actually has a somewhat tempting aura that makes people want to peel off his buttons one by one.

He took the banknotes down slowly.

"Where do you want to go?"

She leaned against the car seat like a big shot: "Let's go to the lake."

Duan Baiting nodded and drove the car to the lake.

It's close, only ten minutes away.

He specifically found a secluded place where there were not many people around, turned off the car lights but not the engine.

Duan Baiting bent down, put her feet on his legs, unfastened the buckles on her ankles, and took off her high heels.

Her feet are small, white and tender.

He placed his fingertips on her ankles and massaged them with moderate force.

Song Wanyue's ankles were extremely sensitive, and she subconsciously wanted to retract them.

He held me down with one hand and I couldn't break free.

"I've been walking all day, doesn't it hurt?"

Of course it hurts.

It's sore and painful.

She pouted: "Don't think that such a small favor can satisfy me."

She took out a few cents from her wallet and this time put them into his belt.

The metal belt buckle exudes a cool feeling.

She was dizzy and her hands were not in the right place, so she didn't know where she was touching.

His breathing became heavier.

The culprit didn't know what he had done: "I'll give you money."

Her eyes were blurred, and she thought she should be angry for a while, but her true feelings after being drunk made her unable to help but get closer to him.

Her head slowly drooped, and when she was about to fall, Duan Baiting supported her forehead in time.

He laid her in his arms and leaned against her.

Song Wanyue did not push him away, but reminded him: "This doesn't mean that I forgive you. I'm still angry."

"Yeah."

His smile was light, floating into her ears, and her heart began to itch.

"I actually liked you very much at that time." She buried her whole face in his arms and suddenly spoke.

A dull voice was heard, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by astonishment and shock.

He stopped there, completely stunned.

For a long time, his mind was blank.

Such a smart person began to repeatedly ponder the meaning of the word "like".

He took them apart and put them back together in his mind.

"W...what?"

He stuttered more than ever before and was so nervous that he couldn't even find a regular breathing pattern.

It seemed that at this moment, he was no longer the frightening person in power, but an ignorant boy caught up in naive emotions.

He certainly hadn't gone through the latter stage, because he was unfamiliar with the situation and was at a loss for what to do.

"I like you, so I'm sad." Song Wanyue's voice was faintly filled with a hint of grievance and crying.

It was a mixed feeling. She was angry because he was Kian, but she was also happy because he was Kian.

The two emotions collided in her body, making her feel as confused as if she was walking in a maze, unable to find the end.

I can only go around in circles, keep being stubborn and keep saying that I'm still angry.

Is it telling him or reminding myself?

It didn't matter now, she was drunk and rationality was thrown aside.

It took Duan Baiting a long time to come back to his senses.

He was a little bit unbelievable and a little bit flattered.

More than that, there is guilt and self-blame.

He originally thought that his disappearance was not worth mentioning to Song Wanyue.

After these complex emotions fade away, humans return to their most primitive instincts.

Duan Baiting has deep bone structure, but his eyebrows and eyes are very typical of oriental appearance.

Western bones, Eastern appearance.

He is gentle and elegant, but unfortunately he is always a little distant and distant in his daily life, which makes his gentleness disappear completely.

Now he has restored his original appearance.

It is so gentle that it seems to be able to drown people in it.

He adjusted the chair back, held Song Wanyue and placed her on his lap, gently brushed away the hair that blocked her face with his fingers, and gently caressed her cheek with his fingertips: "After you sober up, will what you said still count?"

She shook her head, very honestly: "No."

He chuckled in his throat, lowered his head, and touched his forehead with hers: "Will you still be angry with me?"

Song Wanyue asked back: "Then will you lie to me in the future?"

"No, I haven't lied to you before." After a pause, he added, "Except for the time I sent the wrong email."

"I don't believe it, answer me two questions first."

She left his arms and adjusted her sitting position on his lap.

Duan Baiting's throat became dry and his body became hot due to her rubbing. He calmly suppressed the desire that was about to burst out from his eyes.

His tone was gentle and patient, as if he was coaxing a child.

"Okay, ask."

She tried hard to see him clearly, but her drunken eyes could never focus.

After trying several times, he was blurry in my vision.

"Who is the most beautiful in the world?"

He stroked her gently: "Song Wanyue."

"Then who do you love the most?" She lowered her head and pursed her lips like a little girl, almost falling asleep.

Although she said she was angry with him, she couldn't help but hug him and cling to him.

She rubbed her face against his, her soft, warm body filling his arms.

His empty heart was also filled with her.

"I'm telling you now, will you forget it after you sober up?"

She nodded weakly, "I will forget it."

Duan Baiting smiled and called her name, "Song Wanyue."

Before she fell asleep completely, she forced herself to look up at him, "What's wrong?"

With a confused look on her face, she didn't realize that he was answering her previous question.

"Go to sleep." Duan Baiting hugged her and pressed her back into his arms.

She struggled a bit but failed, so she just lay down and let things take their course.

-Duan

Baiting cooked soup for love early in the morning, and the point when Song Wanyue woke up was very subtle.

I happened to hear the conversation between Aunt Qin and Xiao Huan. They said that when Song Wanyue was brought back by Duan Baiting last night, she was drunk and acted crazy. She hugged him and kissed him, and even wanted to take off his pants.

Xiao Huan had a look of horror on his face as he described the whole story to Aunt Tan in vivid detail.

As a witness, she didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing any important scene.

"The gentleman couldn't stop her. He didn't let her take off her clothes and she kept crying. Finally, the gentleman had no choice but..."

she couldn't finish her words, "Finally, he just carried her back to the room."

Aunt Qin didn't know what she said, and the noise outside gradually subsided.

Song Wanyue looked ashen.

He squatted down slowly with his back against the door.

All those embarrassing scenes appeared in her mind one by one.