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Although she was tricked into revealing something, Song Wanyue still refused to give up her stubborn attitude.

She told Duan Baiting that she had only forgiven him temporarily

, but the matter would not just pass like that. There was still a review period, and if he failed the review period, she would still ignore him.

As she said this, she pinched the hem of her coat and rubbed it between her fingertips.

Duan Baiting knows her better than her parents, including some of her little habits.

When pretending to be calm, you always have to hold something in your hands.

He did not expose her, but smiled in agreement: "Okay."

Song Wanyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was actually very afraid to say such harsh words in front of Duan Baiting.

This guy is so smart, almost scary.

She was afraid that people would see that she had no confidence at the moment.

I shouldn't have drunk yesterday. If I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn't have been able to confess everything at once.

Still in that bed...

She looked back and thought about what happened last night.

Duan Baiting helped her release with his mouth.

She couldn't bear to recall the past scenes, and she wanted to hold her head and bury herself in the ground.

Why didn't I behave myself more yesterday? I kept shaking my hips and calling you brother the whole night. What a fool I was.

If it were in the past, when he was just Duan Baiting, everything was fine.

But he is also Kian!

The pure image of a high school girl that she had always maintained in front of Kian collapsed overnight.

wrong!

Song Wanyue's face turned pale, and scenes from the past came to her mind.

It collapsed long ago.

Think of all the different positions and intimate places, whether it was a terrace, a car, or even a tent on the beach.

ah! ! ! ! !

The ladylike image she had worked so hard to create in front of Kian collapsed.

Duan Baiting saw that she could change her expressions ten times in one minute, sometimes painful and sometimes confused.

He lowered his eyes and laughed, poured her a glass of water and placed it next to her: "Okay, change your clothes and go downstairs to eat."

He stopped disturbing her, opened the door and went out.

Song Wanyue lingered upstairs for another half an hour before going downstairs.

Her style today is different from the past. She is no longer the delicate and graceful young lady.

She wore a light blue princess dress with puff sleeves and her makeup was flawless with just a touch of water.

She has a perfect head shape, with a high top, a full back of the head, and a lot of hair of good quality.

Even if she just tied her hair into an ordinary high ponytail, she would give off an elegant and expensive look.

Xiao Huan was so stunned by her that she couldn't take her eyes off: "Sister Wanyue is so beautiful today."

She raised her chin slightly and replied proudly: "There is no day when I am not beautiful."

After saying that, she looked at Duan Baiting nervously with bated breath, for fear that this old-fashioned man who didn't understand romance would really say a date when she was not beautiful.

The latter just looked up at her without saying anything, then picked up the teacup and took a sip.

He drinks more tea than coffee.

Today's breakfast is porridge. I think Duan Baiting specifically instructed that.

Song Wanyue feels stomach discomfort after drinking.

I dressed up carefully and even changed my style, but he didn't react at all.

Song Wanyue dragged the chair hard in annoyance, deliberately making some noise to tell him that she was angry.

However, Duan Baiting reminded Aunt Qin: "Call the furniture store later and ask them to send a batch of new tables and chairs."

Aunt Qin was stunned: "What's wrong, is it broken?"

Duan Baiting looked at Song Wanyue calmly: "It should be broken."

Song Wanyue immediately understood the meaning in his eyes. Did this man misunderstand the noise of her deliberately dragging the chair as the chair being broken?

She was so angry that she couldn't eat. She drank some milk and went to get the bag.

Before he could even go out, he was stopped by Duan Baiting.

He pointed at the bowl of porridge that she had hardly touched: "If you can't finish it, eat less."

She glared at him: "No."

Her coquettish expression, even with anger, did not make people afraid.

I just think it's cute.

Aunt Qin reached out and pulled Xiaohuan's sleeve, and led her out of the dining room while she was still in a daze.

For a moment, they were the only two left.

Song Wanyue simply put down her bag and wanted to have a good talk with him.

"Can't you see what I'm thinking?"

Duan Baiting nodded: "You seem to have something to say to me."

If it were in the past, Song Wanyue would have rolled her eyes and left. But things are different now. After learning that Duan Baiting is Kian, her attitude towards him has changed subtly.

But now, she was angry and aggrieved.

I wonder how could Duan Baiting be like this? How could I not praise her?

Although I know what kind of person he is, he is cold and old-fashioned.

That kind of playboy-like smooth talk is probably one of the few things in his life that he will never learn.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She blinked and tears began to flow.

It flows from the round, innocent eyes to the full face, and finally hovers at the well-proportioned and beautiful chin.

Even though she was so sad, she refused to say a word. She bit her lower lip and sobbed with her eyes closed.

Song Wanyue's pitiful face was reflected in Duan Baiting's eyes.

He reached out and lifted the man onto his lap.

It is indeed not easy to ask a steady and introverted person to take the initiative to coax others.

He wiped her tears, his voice containing a hint of smile.

But there was not a hint of profound meaning in it, only doting and helplessness towards the crybaby in front of him.

He was as careful and thoughtful as if he was coaxing a child.

Even though he had never coaxed the child, it seemed that he had only hugged him once.

Or is it my half-brother whom I only met once... or my sister?

He doesn't remember.

Duan Baiting is cold-blooded and emotionally weak. At the stage when he most longed for family and friends, he did not get what he wanted, but instead suffered endless neglect.

Gradually, he became indifferent.

Over time it became what it is today. Others call him a cold-blooded careerist who puts profit above all else.

However, who would have thought that such an ambitious man who puts profit above all else would also hug his wife and coax her gently when he is at home.

"Did I make you unhappy again?"

Song Wanyue became a pink peony visited by wind and snow, with petals and leaves drooping.

Even her thick eyelashes seemed to have lost their former curl.

He gently held her waist, and his warm and dry palm was on her back.

Song Wanyue's arms were around his neck, slender and attractive.

She moved her arm in a circle and then put her hand in front of her, gently stroking his plump and protruding Adam's apple with her fingertips.

Play with it as he usually did with her.

She gently circled his fingers, teasing him vaguely, then rubbed him slowly, and then gently poked him and pressed him in.

Until his Adam's apple slid involuntarily under her fingertips.

Duan Baiting grabbed her wrist and took her away from the sensitive area.

Place it in the palm of your hand and hold it.

Song Wanyue lowered her head, pursed her lips, and let out a very light whimper from her throat. Then she leaned limply on his shoulder: "I want you to praise me for my beauty. I'm so beautiful today, and I dressed up specially for you."

Duan Baiting raised his eyes slightly, then smiled knowingly. It turned out that this was the reason for her depression.

His hand moved from the waist to the back, stroking it lightly. He was very good at taking control of the situation.

His gentle and gentle tactics are not forceful, and sometimes he seems so close yet so distant that you feel like there is always a layer of fog between you and him.

The most important reason is the person Duan Baiting.

He is good at adapting to the situation and handles interpersonal relationships with ease.

If you are useful to him, he will keep the relationship within a controllable range, neither too close nor too far.

The kind that you can get rid of at any time after using it.

It is so realistic and cruel, but the other party is unaware of it.

This is also the brilliance of his character.

But at that moment, his doting hidden under his gentleness was real.

His eyes moved from top to bottom, his smile was nonchalant but gentle: "Well, beautiful."

Song Wanyue was unhappy: "You are just trying to fool me."

"No." He put his arms around her waist, his voice deep, "Very beautiful."

Song Wanyue's heart trembled, it was a very subtle feeling.

This was something she had never experienced when facing Kian or Duan Baiting.

Even though they were the same person, before that, they played different roles in her heart.

At this moment, the two become one, and the emotions also become one.

She moved away from his shoulders, letting her high ponytail fall down, brushing lightly against his cheek because of the current movement.

Soft, smooth and scented.

She lowered her head, and like a kitten acting coquettishly, she put her face against his and rubbed it gently.

She had a light scent of perfume on her body, TF's original rose, the lust of rose and musk.

It forms a sharp contrast with the cool and holy sandalwood incense on his body.

Her voice was soft, and her body was soft as well, like a climbing rose, entwined around him and then blooming beautiful, bright flowers one by one.

She said, "I won't believe what you said unless you kiss me."

Duan Baiting naturally kissed her, in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, with the sound of water being charming and seductive.

Song Wanyue leaned back on his shoulder contentedly and whispered, "Every time you kiss me, you're like a robber."

He looked up, curious about her description: "Oh?"

Song Wanyue complained about him, "So domineering and tough, so hard, as if he wanted to bite off my tongue."

"Did it hurt you?"

Song Wanyue shook her head, "It's just a little itchy."

He asked, "Where does it itch?"

She leaned on his shoulder shyly and deliberately teased him, "The place you went in..."

He paused slightly and did not react immediately. After a moment, he lowered his gaze.

Finally, he smiled helplessly.

He raised his wrist and looked at the hands on the watch: "There's still time."

Song Wanyue was stunned and didn't understand what he meant.

Until he picked up the cup of water on the table, poured it on his hands, and rinsed every finger extra clean.

Then he lifted up her skirt gracefully.

Song Wanyue came back to her senses and hurriedly pressed her hand: "What are you doing?"

He hooked his finger and replied calmly: "Help you."

Song Wanyue did not see much lust in his eyes, only concern for her.

If his expression was more frivolous and his tone was more casual, she might have nodded in agreement.

But he was so serious. He was really just worried that she was feeling uncomfortable and wanted to help her feel better.

Song Wanyue was embarrassed and annoyed, and left his arms.

snort!

A stinky man who doesn't understand romance!

-She

complained to Shizuka on the phone: "Do you think he did it on purpose?"

After thinking for a while, Shizuka gave her own opinion: "Not like it."

Song Wanyue sat up slowly, weakly, and scratched her hair.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it.

After finishing her call with Shizuka, she went to the tea room to make a cup of coffee.

Today is the first day of resuming work, and the company gave everyone red envelopes for the start of work.

It feels quite thick in the hand, and seeing how excited Xiao He is, it must be a considerable amount.

She was too lazy to look at it, so she opened the drawer and stuffed it in.

Everyone in the department was busy sharing the specialties they brought from their hometowns. Brother Su brought pickled fish, saying that it was pickled by his mother herself.

Each person got a little.

Song Wanyue rarely eats this kind of pickled food, so she took a bite out of curiosity.

It was so salty that she frowned and had to drink two glasses of water to suppress the salty taste in her mouth.

Brother Su told her: "This is used as a side dish for rice. It will definitely be salty if you eat it directly."

Song Wanyue nodded, seemingly understanding.

Xiao He was very mysterious. He only came close to Song Wanyue after Brother Su left.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Song Wanyue held her chin with one hand, slid the mouse, and looked at the document boredly: "What favor?"

Xiao He was a little shy and hesitated to say.

Song Wanyue frowned, stepped on the floor, slid the chair away from him, and said disdainfully: "If you have skin disease, stay away from me and don't pass it on to me."

Xiao He hurriedly explained: "I don't have skin disease!"

"I want you to help me see... if my marriage partner is interested in me."

He finally blurted it all out.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Wanyue suddenly laughed: "You kid, are you going on a blind date?"

Xiao He's cheeks blushed and he scratched his head, seeming quite embarrassed: "It's my mother. She insisted that I was not young anymore, so I asked my aunt to introduce me to one. She's a teacher, two years older than me."

"And she's an older sister type." Song Wanyue stretched out her hand and raised her palm upwards. "Give me the phone, I'll help you analyze it."

Xiao He immediately handed over the phone with both hands devoutly.

Song Wanyue glanced at the chat history and found some very ordinary conversations.

A few lines of text cannot reveal the other person's emotions and mood.

"She should have some feelings for you, at least she should feel that she can get to know you better. You should show more concern for her and be considerate."

Xiao He looked embarrassed: "But I don't know how to chat with her. Our hobbies are completely different."

"That's easy. You pretend to have sent a wrong message and then withdraw it in time. When she sees it, she will only see a reminder to withdraw the message. She will definitely be curious and ask you what you sent. You just have to be shy and pretend to want to say something but dare not."

The atmosphere that followed naturally fell into place, leaving her room for her own imagination.

After listening to this, Xiao He couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.

At the same time, he couldn't help but worry: "What if it doesn't work?"

The conceited Miss Song could not tolerate others questioning her, so she immediately took out her mobile phone and demonstrated it to him.

The test subject was naturally Duan Baiting.

The note she gave him had long since been changed from Duan Baiting to a red heart icon.

The message was sent and then withdrawn, and it took more than ten minutes before a response was received.

--What?

Song Wanyue was complacent: "See, he's taken the bait."

Xiao He looked admiring.

Song Wanyue cleared her throat and sent him a voice message shyly: "I...well, it's just...never mind, it's nothing."

The shyness and embarrassment in her voice were just right.

The input at the top of the screen lasted for a long time, but she didn't receive a reply.

Song Wanyue was a little confused. Was this a question that required a long time of thinking before answering?

Her patience gradually wore away as she waited, and "The other party is typing..." turned into "The other party is speaking"

. He also sent her a voice message in reply.

Song Wanyue didn't turn on the speaker. After clicking on the voice call, she put the phone close to her ear.

Duan Baiting's voice was gentle and his tone was slow: "Yes...you feel uncomfortable again? It may take me half an hour to finish here. Just bear with it for a while, I will be there after I am done."

After a few seconds of silence, he added, "I will help you."

Song Wanyue: "..."

Seeing that she had not spoken for a long time, Xiao He asked her curiously: "What did you say? Was it effective?"

Song Wanyue took a deep breath, put down the phone, and told him to give up this method.

Without waiting for Xiao He to ask further questions, she turned her back and sent a message on her mobile phone to explain the whole story to Duan Baiting.

At the end, she specifically emphasized: "Am I so unsatisfied in your eyes????"

followed by countless question marks, venting her anger and dissatisfaction.

I can feel it even through my phone.

After a short absence, Duan Baiting returned to the conference room and looked at his mobile phone.

He raised his hand to his forehead, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

The man who was reporting on his work put down the PPT player in a state of confusion.

Stop there.

Duan Baiting suppressed his smile calmly, put his phone back on the table, and said calmly: "Continue."

The Legal Department was also called to the meeting.

As Su Ge's right-hand men, Song Wanyue and Xiao He naturally packed up the documents and went to the conference room on the 28th floor.

There is a long wooden conference table with fresh Champs-Elysees roses placed in the middle.

The heavy double doors opened to the left and right, and a faint scent of tea wafted through the conference room.

This was Song Wanyue's first time attending a meeting between the group's top executives, so it was naturally incomparable to the internal meetings of their department.

The latter has a relaxed atmosphere, with groups able to discuss freely and even have conversations while eating.

It is not like now, where sitting opposite each other on both sides of the long table are senior directors in suits.

Those who are able to hold senior positions in large companies are generally highly educated, the rarest 1% of the population, and are at the top of the pyramid of life.

Mature, stable, generous and elegant.

Xiao He thought to himself that he was a graduate of a prestigious university after all, but in front of this group of big guys, his momentum instantly weakened.

As if I were inferior to others.

Everyone in the conference room was affected by the noise only at the moment the door opened, and they looked up at the source of the sound.

Then he calmly withdrew his gaze and continued to watch the solution presentation on the big screen.

In this situation, Brother Su could only sit at the end.

Not to mention Song Wanyue and Xiao He, who were not even qualified to sit at the desk. They found two chairs, put the computer on their legs, and began to record with their eyes and noses focused.

The man in a suit sat in the main seat in front, with a cold and stern temperament.

No matter how many elite bosses there are in the office, his presence is like a majestic mountain that intimidates everyone.

It made everyone present feel cramped and urgent.

Even though he didn't say a word at the moment, he just turned slightly, turned the pen in his hand, and looked at the table at the top of the screen.

The senior executive who was reporting on his work finished explaining all the details of the new project's development and stood there, holding his breath, waiting for Duan Baiting's reaction.

His nervousness seemed to spread to everyone in the room.

For some reason, Song Wanyue shrank her neck and felt goose bumps crawling up her arms and all over her body.

Was it because the air conditioner was turned too low, or was it because the atmosphere suddenly became cold?

Duan Baiting actually noticed her presence. When she came in with Su Ge and Xiao He, he and everyone else in the meeting room raised their heads and shifted their gaze towards the door.

But his stay was too brief, Song Wanyue wasn't even sure whether he saw her or not. He then calmly looked back at the projection screen, his obsidian-like deep pupils and his emotions were difficult to discern.

Song Wanyue's heart was beating like a drum. It turned out that this was another side of Duan Baiting that she rarely saw.

No wonder those people were afraid of him.

Being in such a low-pressure environment, even she was a little scared.

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Baiting put down the pen in his hand.

Song Wanyue was able to barely see Duan Baiting's current appearance through the gaps between the people in front of her.

He rarely had big emotional ups and downs, and at this moment he just looked at the man standing there indifferently.

The gaze is from the bottom up, but with a condescending scrutiny.

"How did these things get through?"

His tone of voice was calm, and his handsome face had a calm expression as well.

It seemed like a casual question.

But just this casual question from him made the standing man sweat on his forehead.

Song Wanyue recognized him, one of the company's directors, and he was very strict. Whenever I see him at the company, I feel as nervous as if I were seeing my teacher outside of school.

At this moment, this man who often brought a sense of oppression to others was so nervous that he broke into a cold sweat after hearing Duan Baiting's question which was not full of ups and downs.

"I personally reviewed and revised it several times, and only after I felt that there was no problem..."

Duan Baiting interrupted him casually and asked word by word: "So, you also think there is no problem?"

The man's face turned paler and he explained incoherently: "Maybe... maybe I saw it wrong."

Duan Baiting shook his head with disappointment in his eyes.

The elite team of men was recruited by the company at high salaries, but they made such low-level mistakes.

The project meeting ended with the plan being sent back for redoing.

Everyone in the conference room breathed a sigh of relief, finally being able to escape from this undercurrent of low pressure.

Song Wanyue closed the computer, bent down to pick up the computer bag at her feet, and was about to put it in.

Right in front of the conference table, the man was flipping through the business plan on the table without even looking up.

A clear and cold voice with no ups and downs in tone said: "Song Wanyue, stay for a moment."

Song Wanyue was stunned: "Ah?"

Everyone who had not left, including Brother Su, gave her a sympathetic look.

Xiao He, the only one who knew the inside story, narrowed his eyes meaningfully.

not simple.

It's definitely not easy.