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Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment and reached out to touch behind her ear.

The warm and soft touch of Duan Baiting's lips seemed to still be there. It seemed that even after covering it so well, there was still some that was missed.

She remained calm, knowing that Brother Su was a straight man in this regard, and it was really difficult for him to guess that it was a kiss mark.

"I scratched myself. It's been getting hot recently and there are mosquitoes starting to appear."

Just as she thought, Brother Su did not doubt her. Instead, he showed concern for her: "Spray some floral water."

Xiao He, who was concentrating on slacking off, heard it and took out the floral water he had prepared earlier: "Here, Six God."

Song Wanyue thanked him, took the floral water, casually pressed the pump twice, and sprayed a little around.

Although her relationship with Duan Baiting could not be hidden for too long, Song Wanyue did not want it to be discovered while she was still in the company.

After all, she couldn't stay in this small legal department forever.

She has her own lofty ideal, which is to open a law firm.

When Xiao He learned of her idea, he rubbed his hands with eagerness: "Then can I go to work in your office?"

He didn't doubt at all whether Song Wanyue could open an office, based on her usual spending power and the clothes she wore.

Although her true identity is unclear, she is definitely a well-off young lady.

Song Wanyue nodded: "Everything is easy."

As her birthday was approaching, Jingxiang came to Beicheng in advance. She finally managed to convince her father with her eloquence and gave her two years to live a happy life.

After two years, he went home and got married.

In the bedroom, two people were lying on the bed, applying facial masks and watching the movie projected on the ceiling.

Song Wanyue asked her, "Have you really thought it through?"

She knew very well how much Jingxiang hated arranged marriages, and she hated everyone in the family, so much so that she still had no good feelings towards Duan Baiting.

Shizuka bit the straw: "At least I have had peace for the past two years. At worst, I can play with all the men out there."

She took off her mask and stood up, looking at Song Wanyue with an ambiguous smile: "I heard that a new bar opened on Fulan Street. There are a lot of handsome guys in it. Let's go and have a look?"

Song Wanyue shook her head frantically: "Duan Baiting is scary when he gets jealous."

Shizuka frowned and complained: "How can a man be so ungenerous."

Song Wanyue spoke up for him. When she mentioned Duan Baiting, the smile on her face was like honey, even the mask couldn't obey: "That's because he loves me, he is jealous of only me."

Jingxiang shook her head: "There's no hope, you have fallen from Song's big boss to Song's little wife."

Song's little wife snorted: "What, you say that so harshly."

Today is Jingxiang's first day in Beicheng, and it happens to be the weekend, so Song Wanyue abandoned Duan Baiting without hesitation.

Come alone to accompany her.

The two of them still lay on the same bed and chatted and gossiped like they did when they were kids.

Occasionally say bad things about others.

"Do you still remember Sun Lanlan? I heard a while ago that she hit someone while driving, and she was driving under the influence. When the traffic police came, she was still holding her rare leather platinum bag, saying that her father was so-and-so and the traffic police had no right to arrest her. As a result, a passerby took a video and uploaded it to the Internet."

Song Wanyue sat up immediately and took out her mobile phone to check the news: "This is so explosive, how come I didn't know about it."

Jingxiang mocked her: "It happened a month ago. You were probably busy with your dear husband at that time. How could you have time to care about this."

Song Wanyue was immediately unhappy and retorted: "What do you mean I was busy with my dear husband at that time!"

Jingxiang looked at her leisurely, as if she wanted to see what strong counterattack she could give.

As a result, Song Wanyue lay back on the bed with a shy look on her face: "It's not just then, it's also now. We are together every day."

Shizuka: "..."

She shook her head, there was no hope.

Zhou Wenyang had been secretly in love with her for more than ten years, but this person didn't notice it at all. Shizuka thought she was born less stubborn than others.

Even I, an outsider, could see it, but she, as the person involved, was still unaware of it.

The topic started from Shizuka saying that her aunt gave birth to twins, and then shifted to having children.

Song Wanyue has been married to Duan Baiting for almost two years. In the past, she had no feelings for him, so she never considered this aspect.

Jingxiang asked her: "Didn't your parents urge you?"

Song Wanyue looked confused: "Why would my parents urge me?"

Isn't it possible to have children if you want to, and not have them if you don't want to?

Sometimes her simplicity and innocence are really enviable. I have to say that in some ways, Song Wanyue is happy.

She has been loved by her parents since she was a child, and she is the only girl in the family, so she is the apple of everyone's eye.

Even if she is forced into marriage after adulthood, marrying a strange man whom she has only met a few times.

The other person could accidentally become her first love whom she secretly loved during her school days.

Although he has a cold personality, he is very obedient to her.

"What about you? What do you think?" Shizuka was more concerned about her opinion.

Song Wanyue touched her flat belly without any fat: "I quite like children, they are so cute."

Jingxiang was a little surprised: "Didn't you worry that your figure would be out of shape after giving birth, and vowed to be a DINK?"

Song Wanyue said confidently: "Later I thought about it, if I don't have a child, my good genes will be broken."

Jingxiang: "..."

she asked, "Boy or girl?"

Song Wanyue said without hesitation: "Of course it's a girl."

Jingxiang reminded her: "I heard that girls look like their fathers."

When Song Wanyue heard her say this, the image of a little girl with the same face as Duan Baiting immediately emerged in her mind.

Duan Baiting is indeed very handsome.

A cool and aloof handsome guy.

But no matter how handsome he is, this face is really not suitable for a little girl.

If I really follow him, it would be so boring, and there would be two dull people in the family.

Just thinking about it, Song Wanyue felt terrified: "No, I can't deal with one, if there is another, my little head won't be enough."

Jingxiang was merciless: "If he gave birth to a daughter like you, wouldn't Duan Baiting be annoyed to death? Two troublemakers and chatterboxes."

Song Wanyue did not reflect on her last four-character description, but raised her chin proudly, with unparalleled arrogance on her beautiful and flamboyant face: "He can't wait to be happy. There are actually two people as cute as me in the world, and they are both his closest people."

-Song

Wanyue had no idea how to celebrate her birthday this year. Before she got married, her family took care of everything.

It is held with great fanfare every year.

But this year is different. This year she is in the north city and her friends and relatives are not here.

So when Shizuka suggested having a party, she decisively refused.

Without people, there will be no explosion.

Shizuka nodded: "That's right."

Song Wanyue sighed, as if she was talking to Shizuka, but also as if she was comforting herself: "You're already married, you're not a child anymore. It's just a birthday, it doesn't matter whether I celebrate it or not. Just have a cake with my family."

As the exam time was getting closer, she plunged into the sea of ​​books.

I made the final decision and tried my best to pass the exam in one try.

Once people get busy, they will forget what day it is.

Occasionally, when I feel tired from studying, I will hide in Duan Baiting's arms and take a break.

He was in a video conference and turned off the screen on his side. Massage her shoulders, neck, and back.

In the video, the man speaks fluent French.

Song Wanyue's knowledge of French only existed in the simplest few vocabulary words, not to mention that this was a highly professional work report.

So I couldn't understand it at all, it was like listening to a foreign language.

Duan Baiting was listening to people's reports the whole time, and would speak occasionally.

His deep and magnetic voice goes very well with French.

Lazy and relaxed.

Song Wanyue thought, if only she could understand French, she would be able to understand what he was saying.

His fingers were on her waist, rubbing them subconsciously when he was thinking about something.

She was extremely ticklish, but dared not make any sound. I could only bury my face in his arms.

Feeling that something was wrong with the person in his arms, he pressed the mute button, lowered his head and asked her, "What's wrong?"

She was not sure if the other party could hear her, so she lowered her voice: "Stop touching me, I'm itchy."

Duan Baiting was stunned for a moment, looking unnatural. He looked away and coughed lightly.

Remove your hands from her waist.

Song Wanyue thought about it, then grabbed his hand and put it back on: "Forget it, just touch it, otherwise I can't sleep."

"..."

Those days passed quickly. Even when she went to the company, she still found time to study and had no intention of looking for Duan Baiting.

There is a new rumor circulating in the company that Mr. Duan seems to have been dumped.

I heard that there has been no incident in the past few days where someone suddenly disappeared and when they came back there were lip prints and kiss marks on their bodies.

Xiao He looked understanding and glanced at Song Wanyue who was reading a book with her head down and paying no attention to what was happening outside.

Of course it won't happen. One of the protagonists of the sex scandal has been busy preparing for exams recently and has no time to have a secret love affair in the office.

I studied until very late that day and left the library because I received a call from Duan Baiting.

He asked her for her address and said he would come to pick her up.

Song Wanyue told him that she was in the library.

Today Duan Baiting was driving the car himself, his gray Aston Martin.

I met Secretary Qin when I got off work and learned that he had not been to the company all day.

I'm not surprised. After all, this person's whereabouts are erratic and he spends very little time in the company.

Judging from his formal attire, he must be attending a meeting again.

His bone structure is very three-dimensional, especially his brow bone.

Fortunately, those eyes have a typical oriental temperament, which mitigates the depth and sharpness brought by the bone structure.

Makes him seem a little less unapproachable.

Song Wanyue got into the car yawning.

Her outfit today actually matched him quite well. The satin dress was sheeny and soft as she walked, as if white moonlight was sprinkled on it.

She wore a light apricot shawl on the outside.

Given how much she cares about her appearance, even if she is extremely busy, she will always spare an hour to dress herself up.

He buckled his seat belt diagonally, yawned slowly, then leaned back in his seat and fell asleep.

She woke up naturally and arrived at her destination just in time. Duan Baiting parked the car, unbuckled her seat belt, and glanced out the window.

They were not arriving at the courtyard inside the manor, but at a harbor where the huge yacht was docked.

It's more than a dozen stories high and it seems like you can never see the top no matter how hard you try.

Song Wanyue's brain was still in a daze after just waking up. While she was still confused, Duan Baiting had already gotten out of the car, walked to the passenger seat and opened the door for her.

Song Wanyue blinked and got out of the car.

Duan Baiting seldom took her to such drinking parties or banquets. The few times he did, were private gatherings with his friends.

Song Wanyue looked down at her clothes, then took out her bag and put on some makeup.

She complained to him in a low voice: "You didn't tell me in advance that you were attending the dinner so that I could dress up."

Duan Baiting saw her draw black on the corners of her eyes and apply red on her lips.

Many times he felt that these actions were unnecessary. She was beautiful, already very beautiful.

Too much elaboration would be superfluous.

Song Wanyue finally finished her makeup, put down the mirror, looked up and asked him: "Does it look good?"

The moon was very bright tonight, probably partly because the port was sparsely populated and there were no tall buildings blocking the view.

Song Wanyue was bathed in the moonlight, with a delicate face, shallow and bright pupils, a high and small nose, and full lips.

Duan Baiting's breathing paused for a moment.

In her eyes, his reason and determination seemed to be nothing but illusions.

He suppressed the urge to hold her in his arms, and reason prevailed in the end.

The voice was deliberately suppressed, and only a bland sound could be heard: "Well, it looks good."

Song Wanyue snorted in dissatisfaction.

Old-fashioned and boring! I don't even know how to praise people.

She ignored him and walked up the gangway to board the ship.

Song Wanyue had heard of this super yacht, which was currently the largest in the country. However, she didn't know who owned it.

All we know is that it was completed five years ago and is privately owned.

The security guard was checking business cards at the door, and Song Wanyue, with empty hands, stood there at a loss.

She has no business card.

But he was unwilling to take the initiative to talk to Duan Baiting, and was about to find an excuse to sneak in.

The security guard confirmed her appearance and let her pass.

Song Wanyue was stunned and a little surprised.

It turns out she is so famous that even the security guards know her?

Today's dinner was spectacular enough. She immediately noticed the black Steinway piano in the corner, and the player was none other than the world-famous pianist Joel.

Even the well-informed Song Wanyue was surprised.

Who is the host of today's dinner? It's the largest private yacht, and any performer on it is world-class.

Not to mention the Romanee-Conti that can be found everywhere.

There seems to be a separate currency here, and Romanee-Conti has become a bottle of water that costs two dollars.

Even the cutlery is made of pure gold, and you can take it away at will after the dinner.

Not to mention the masterpieces of masters that are now displayed here. You need to buy a ticket to enter the museum, and you can only get a glimpse of them through the glass cover.

Now it only serves as an embellishment here.

Song Wanyue sighed and wondered who the protagonist of today's banquet was and why it was such a grand occasion.

Although her family holds a grand birthday party for her every year.

But compared to this, it's nowhere near one percent.

Song Wanyue had long forgotten that she was still resentful of Duan Baiting's lack of understanding of romance, and was about to turn around to talk to him.

But Jingxiang, wearing a haute couture dress, walked towards her and took her arm: "You're pretty good. Didn't you say a few days ago that you didn't want to celebrate your birthday? How come you turned around and made it such a big one? I thought you were going to hold a wedding ceremony with Duan Baiting."

Song Wanyue was stunned: "What?"

Seeing that she seemed to know nothing about this, Jingxiang secretly glanced at Duan Baiting behind her.

Perhaps because he saw that they had something to say, he stopped and did not approach.

Jingxiang retracted her gaze and whispered, "No way, you didn't know about it. Duan Baiting even threw a surprise party for you?"

Song Wanyue became more and more confused as she listened: "What surprise party?"

"Your birthday." Jingxiang frowned, "You didn't forget, did you?"

The fog in Song Wanyue's mind was not dispelled until this moment: "Yes, today is my birthday!"

So this dinner is actually...

She looked back in disbelief, Duan Baiting met her frightened eyes, raised his hand to tighten his already tight tie, and looked away uncomfortably.

Shizuka left tactfully.

At this surprise party, the first thing Song Wanyue felt was surprise.

She walked up to Duan Baiting and asked him straight to the point, "Is this prepared for me?"

Introverted and dull people can't stand such direct gazes and inquiries. He coughed lightly and nodded the moment the coughing stopped.

Song Wanyue blinked, and her clear eyes reflected his rare embarrassed expression.

It seemed that at this moment, he was no longer the high-handed and innocent leader of the group.

He is just an ordinary man who privately prepares a birthday surprise for his wife.

Although this birthday surprise was a little too unusual.

He remembered his birthday so clearly, even though he had almost forgotten it.

If it were someone else, she might not be so surprised.

But he is Duan Baiting, the one who doesn't care about any festival.

To him, it was just a date on the calendar.

Song Wanyue didn't know whether she should be touched. After all, this was not the first time someone held a birthday party for her.

It's not the first time someone has prepared a surprise for me.

She has received a lot of love and has been treated with care by many people.

But it was his first time with Duan Baiting.

Only when he met her gaze did he regain his usual composure, as if the brief discomfort just now was just an illusion caused by her dazzled eyes.

That's definitely not his style. He has always been low-key, but...

Duan Baiting smiled and said, "It's my first time celebrating someone else's birthday, and I don't know what to prepare. I just feel that only the best is worthy of you."

That's why everything here is so extravagant.