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After everyone left, there were only two of them left in the meeting room.

Facing such a Duan Baiting, Song Wanyue was actually a little timid: "What's wrong?"

She remembered that she was very focused just now. Except for the moment when she was frightened by his cold voice, she was extremely serious at other times.

Duan Baiting slightly turned sideways, hooked his fingers on the bow tie below the collar of his shirt, and loosened it a little.

The heating was on in the conference room, and the temperature was a little high, so it felt a little stuffy.

He said, "Go open the window."

Song Wanyue said "Oh" and went to open the window.

There are sliding windows on each side of the glass curtain wall.

She opened the window near Duan Baiting's seat.

So obedient.

He just said it casually. If it were any other time, she would definitely complain that her hands hurt and refuse to go.

He tapped his fingers on the table thoughtfully, his eyelashes drooped, his gaze resting on her.

"Are you really afraid of me?" he asked slowly.

Song Wanyue pursed her lips and said, "You were so fierce just now."

He said calmly, "This is work, two different things."

He always treated his work in a businesslike manner, although he was not very gentle at other times.

Song Wanyue asked him: "Will you be so mean to me in the future?"

Duan Baiting shook his head: "You are not under my jurisdiction."

She looked confused: "Ah? The Legal Department is not under your jurisdiction?"

Her expression at the moment was really interesting, her lips slightly parted, with confusion in her eyes.

Duan Baiting smiled and pulled her to sit on his lap: "Your current position is not qualified for me to be in charge. "

His legs were long and his muscles were strong. Song Wanyue felt fulfilled, satisfied, and safe when she sat on them.

But this was in the company, and it was during working hours. Employee Xiao Song, who clearly distinguished between public and private affairs, felt that he should set an example for his department.

Just as she was about to leave his legs, she saw the surveillance camera in the corner and tilted her head slightly.

She leaned on his shoulder shyly and breathed into his ear: "Do you think anyone in the company's surveillance room can see us like this now? Your noble character will be completely ruined. "

"A noble character. "He smiled," This is the first time someone has described me like this. "

He added calmly, "Few people have the key to the monitoring room. "

Song Wanyue grabbed his hand, placed it in her palm and played with it freely. Her fingertips carefully traced along the protruding veins on the back of his hand.

She then spread out her palm, placed it against his palm, and measured the size.

Duan Baiting's hands were really big, and his fingers were very slender, with distinct joints. When he clenched his hands, the blue veins coiled against the skin.

It was a pair of powerful hands.

Duan Baiting let her play with him, and because of the posture they were in at the moment, his voice happened to fall into her ears when he spoke. His

breath burned her ears and neck, making them itchy.

"Do you have a meeting with anyone for lunch? "

Song Wanyue answered without thinking: "I have an appointment, colleague. "

Duan Baiting invited calmly: "I'll ask Secretary Qin to order one for you. Would you like to come with me?" "

Song Wanyue shook her head and refused: "I still have to listen to their gossip, just for a short while at noon. "

Just now in the office, a colleague just mentioned it a little bit, which aroused her curiosity.

But before she could elaborate, Song Wanyue and Xiao He were called to a meeting by Brother Su.

He didn't force it anymore, and turned over her collar with his fingers. It was two thin pieces.

He reminded her again: "Wear more. "

Song Wanyue felt that Duan Baiting sometimes cared more about her than her parents.

Her family doted on her, almost to the point of pampering her. From childhood to adulthood, whatever she wanted and what she wanted to do was fulfilled. The

only ones who were a little strict were her parents, but only in comparison.

Compared with ordinary parents, they were simply indulgent without any bottom line.

On the contrary, after getting married, Song Wanyue felt like she had an extra father.

"I know. "

She left his leg and responded obediently.

Taking advantage of the dead corner under the conference table, she moved her hand away from his waist in a place where the surveillance could not be photographed.

Stopped somewhere.

It was like a seed still in a sleeping state, awakening under her caress.

His pupils were slightly dark, but there was no change on his face.

Song Wanyue sincerely admired this man's determination, and her suit and pants were almost broken. , but she still looked cold and abstinent with snow in the mountains.

She was kind and generous and gave him a kiss to relieve his desire.

Then she lowered her tone and her sweet voice burned everything: "Brother, see you later~"

She ignored the expression of the man behind her, and she opened the door and left happily. She

still teased this serious old-fashioned and interesting.

He is angry and has a cold and restrained temperament.

Occasionally, frowning and the Adam's apple rolling up and down is his highest courtesy to express his comfort.

Song Wanyue is best at amplifying his emotions at this time.

He deliberately bit his ears, lowered his voice, and called his brother in a coquettish and rushing manner.

He is as gentle as a yellow oriole.

"Brother, brother Bai Ting. "

Plus an inappropriate confession, "I like you so much, I love you so much. "

I heard his breathing getting heavier and hotter.

The strength in his hands became noticeably stronger, as if he wanted to break her slender waist and crush her hips.

She didn't know whether to live or die, and climbed onto his shoulders: "Brother Bai Ting is so powerful. Wanwan is going to melt and turn into water. "

As for Duan Baiting after this, whether he remained as calm as before or changed.

Song Wanyue didn't know.

Because she really melted, turning into a pool of rapidly flowing water.

For lunch, the department collectively ordered a meal.

In addition, there were local specialties brought by colleagues.

Brother Su took out a can of chopped pepper sauce and put it on the table: "My sister-in-law made it herself, try it. "

Everyone in the group immediately took a serving spoon and took a little bit each.

Seeing that Song Wanyue didn't move, Xiao He asked her, "Don't you want it? This kind of chopped pepper is really delicious when eaten with rice. "

Song Wanyue shook her head: "I can't eat anything too spicy. "

Xiao He remembered that she was from Shanghai, and most of the food there was sweet.

So he took out the candied dates he had made himself and handed them to her, sealed them in a jar and sealed the outside with film.

Song Wanyue ate one and it was sweet and greasy, just what she wanted.

So I ate a few more bites.

She wasn't actually that hungry, her mind was full of gossip.

Seeing that she wanted to know so much, the colleague continued talking to her where he had not finished before. They talked from their village to the next village, and from the next village to the next village next door.

Song Wanyue listened attentively and was particularly supportive.

As we chatted, the topic turned to the company's internal affairs.

Someone said that they saw Ava during the Chinese New Year period, and she was pointed at and scolded by a man.

"She didn't look like the type of person who would swallow her anger after being scolded, but she didn't say a word in rebuttal that day."

Ava is very capable at work, and promotion and salary increase are a foregone conclusion.

After the man finished speaking, he deliberately glanced at Song Wanyue. Everyone in the department knows that they don't get along.

When they meet, they can't help but make sarcastic remarks to each other.

Song Wanyue snorted coldly: "I think she is using all her eloquence on me."

Xiao He was laughing beside her, and Song Wanyue kicked him in dissatisfaction.

He immediately sat up straight and shut up.

Song Wanyue felt full after eating half of the ramen in the bowl, so she went to the tea room to make a cup of coffee.

Somehow the topic jumped to Duan Baiting.

Several people lowered their voices and talked about the big boss in the company, with a natural fear.

"What do you think, is Mr. Duan not capable? I've never seen a woman around him. I want to be like him, handsome and rich, I'll change one every day."

After hearing this, Xiao He looked at Song Wanyue meaningfully.

Song Wanyue remained calm and took a sip of coffee, as if it had nothing to do with her.

She thought of the pants in the conference room, which had tightened under her teasing.

The second most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life is that Duan Baiting is not good enough.

The first funny thing is, of course, that some people say she is not pretty.

Someone took over the conversation and said mysteriously: "Doesn't Mr. Duan have a secretary Qin by his side? Although she is several years older than Mr. Duan, she has been with him for a long time."

Brother Su interrupted him: "Secretary Qin has been married for several years and has children. Individuals are making up rumors."

"I'm just curious. Mr. Duan is not young anymore. Does he really have no sex life?"

Song Wanyue stood up calmly and left with her coffee.

Not only that, there are many varieties.

After eating and drinking, it's time for lunch break.

Normally they would lie down at their respective workstations, or simply lie on the sofa in the office for a while.

But the spoiled Miss Song has very high requirements for the rest environment and must be in a quiet and comfortable place.

If conditions permit, it is best to light a scented candle to help you sleep.

She casually took out a few pieces of waste paper from the drawer and went to the president's office.

Everyone inside has their own duties.

Song Wanyue greeted them with a smile, then shook the waste paper in her hand and said, "I'm here to deliver the contract to Mr. Duan."

Secretary Qin smiled and said, "Mr. Duan is inside."

Song Wanyue thanked him and opened the door to go in.

Duan Baiting sat at his desk.

He usually wears glasses when he is working or driving.

For example, at this moment, the pair of thin-rimmed gold glasses on his high nose bridge slightly diluted his cold and plain feeling.

It is more gentle and elegant.

Seeing the door open, he calmly raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on the woman who locked the door.

She walked over with a smile on her face: "You're still busy, you've worked so hard."

Duan Baiting raised his chin slightly and glanced at the A4 paper in her hand: "What is this?"

Song Wanyue crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can: "An excuse to see you."

He understood.

Song Wanyue walked over and took a look at the densely packed data and model structure diagram on the computer.

She couldn't understand it and was too lazy to study it.

My gaze naturally moved downwards, and I saw a part of him that had returned to calm.

"How did you solve it? You weren't holding it in all the time, were you?"

Duan Baiting didn't answer her. He raised his right hand and gently stroked her cheek: "Have you finished your meal?"

She nodded and yawned: "Yeah, I'll come to your place for a nap."

Inside was his exclusive lounge. Duan Baiting rubbed the corners of her slightly red eyes: "Go ahead."

Song Wanyue didn't move: "Don't you need to take a nap?"

"I don't have the habit of taking a nap."

There are actually people who don't take a nap: "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Yeah." He said in a light tone, "I don't sleep much."

"Okay."

Song Wanyue was really too sleepy, and didn't force him anymore. She opened the door and walked into the lounge.

I slept particularly soundly this time and was finally woken up by the alarm clock.

She turned over with a groan, sat up and stared blankly for a few minutes.

Then he put on his clothes and shoes, opened the door and left.

The person is not fully awake yet, and his reactions and movements are extremely slow.

"Then I'll go first."

She covered her eyes with her hands and pressed them gently, trying to dispel some of the sleepiness.

I was keenly aware that something seemed to be wrong.

She slowly lowered her hand.

There is no obstruction to the view. In the office, besides Duan Baiting, there was another person.

It was the senior executive who was frightened into a cold sweat by Duan Baiting in the meeting just now.

Song Wanyue stammered: "Mr. Duan... Mr. Duan, I have cleaned up your... your room for you, and I will... leave first."

Duan Baiting was flipping through the newly submitted plan in his hand and glanced at her casually.

He reminded in a gentle voice: "Wipe your saliva."

The tone was so natural that it didn't sound like a boss talking to a subordinate at all. Instead, it sounded like... an old couple who had been married for many years.

Anyone who can get to this position now is obviously not a fool.

Men are very good at assessing situations and reading people's expressions.

No matter how calm and composed one is on a normal day, one cannot help but be shocked by one's own thoughts at the moment.

My eyes followed the young and beautiful female employee closely.

Mr. Duan and her...

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