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When Duan Baiting said this, Song Wanyue could even feel that the air around her had solidified.

The sound seemed to be blocked as well. Everyone maintained their previous posture and dared not move.

Song Wanyue closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.

She was just about to go all out and say that she and Duan Baiting were half-siblings.

What's wrong with this guy? He's a professional here to sabotage things, right? ? ?

"Mr. Duan has a good memory. He met my father once at a drinking party last time, and he even remembers what he said."

Song Wanyue forced a nonchalant smile, changed her wine to water, and clinked glasses with them.

The people at the table were in a state of shock and enlightenment all night, and then continued to be shocked and enlightened.

After a few ups and downs, my brain felt like a stuck tape recorder.

It can't function properly.

After all, the most plausible explanation is that Song Wanyue and Mr. Duan had met once at a drinking party before.

After all, look at the car she drives, the jewelry she wears, and the bags she picks up that are worth six or seven figures.

I guess his family background is not ordinary.

The upper class is just a circle, so it's not surprising that she knows Mr. Duan.

But some people still have doubts and feel that the atmosphere between the two is really weird.

After the toasts were over, Song Wanyue made an excuse and said she wanted to go to the bathroom.

As soon as he arrived, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Duan Baiting.

[Song Wanyue: Come here, I have something to tell you! ! ! ! ! 】

Countless exclamation marks represented her urgency and dissatisfaction at the moment.

Duan Baiting arrived late, walking leisurely.

After staying in such a place for a while, I smelled a mixture of cigarettes and alcohol.

For some reason, Song Wanyue's anger subsided a little.

This person has indeed never set foot in such a place.

But then she thought, it's none of her business, he was the one who asked for it.

The restrooms in the store are separate, unisex, and very small.

There is a window on the side and the back faces the road.

Song Wanyue warned him: "Don't always ruin my show."

Duan Baiting had a calm expression and asked her in a cold voice: "Am I so unpresentable?"

The bathroom door was closed, but the soundproofing was poor, and the noise outside could still penetrate the wooden door and come in.

Song Wanyue was worried that what she said would be heard by people outside, so she lowered her voice: "No, it's just that now is not the time."

Duan Baiting didn't say anything, his eyes were a little cold, and he reached out to open the door and go out.

Obviously there is no room for negotiation.

Knowing that this was a sign of his anger, Song Wanyue hurriedly pulled him back, changed her previous tough attitude, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

She kissed him and acted coquettishly: "Please, Tingting, husband, baby."

A series of coquettish names still failed to make him give in.

Song Wanyue could only continue to kiss him on tiptoe, reaching her hand under the hem of his shirt and touching his body.

His indifferent expression relaxed slightly, although he still didn't speak.

Seeing that he was showing signs of loosening, Song Wanyue leaned forward, rubbing her chest against him and kissing him as she did so.

"Okay, I know I've wronged you, but just this time, just this time, okay?"

Her voice was as sweet as honey when she acted coquettishly. Song Wanyue was not sure that this trick would work for everyone.

But she was still very confident in Duan Baiting. This man looked unmoved and had a heart as solid as a rock.

In fact, I just fall for her tricks.

To outsiders, it might seem that she was easily controlled by Duan Baiting. In fact, he was being eaten alive by himself.

They rubbed and kissed each other, and as soon as the man started to respond, she knew that the matter was settled.

His expression softened a little.

He pinched it with his hands and played with it for a while: "You and that person, talk less."

Song Wanyue was puzzled: "Which person, Xiao He?"

"The one who gave you some osmanthus wine." He paused, and added, "That Xiao He, talk less too."

This man is serious even when he is jealous, his tone is serious and his expression is serious.

She glanced down, and her hands moved more seriously.

She felt like teasing him, and said with reluctance: "But he is so considerate."

Duan Baiting frowned, not paying attention to the strength of his hand for a moment.

Song Wanyue cried out in pain and fell back into his arms limply. She looked up at him with a pouty look: "Why are you using so much force? Do you want to break it?"

Duan Baiting quickly let go of her and apologized to her: "Does it hurt?"

It didn't hurt much, but she could see the guilt and heartache in his eyes, and his tone suddenly softened.

Song Wanyue is a person who will act cute once she gets an advantage, so there is no way she would let this opportunity go.

"It's no use apologizing to me." She wrapped her soft arms around his shoulders and blew a coquettish breath on his neck. Her voice was as sticky as melted marshmallows. "Apologize to it and comfort it. I will forgive you only when you make it feel comfortable."

The two of them left one after the other, and it's been so long and they still haven't come back.

Xiao He defended Song Wanyue: "Maybe it's constipation."

Xiuxiu thought about it and felt that it would be better not to let Song Wanyue know this, as she might not be happy.

As for Duan Baiting.

He simply said that he had something to do and would be away for a while.

As for what it was, he was too lazy to even mention a word.

Xiao He muttered silently in his heart. He glanced at his phone and left. It was most likely Song Wanyue who called him away.

And this big boss must have been too lazy to even come up with a reason.

He silently lit a candle for Song Wanyue in his heart. Even he could see that Duan Baiting didn't want to hide it at all.

The candle in his heart had just been lit when Song Wanyue came back leisurely, looking refreshed: "Sorry, the toilet here is too dirty, so I went somewhere else."

So that's it.

Everyone at the table nodded.

Xiuxiu picked up a piece of crispy meat for her, saying that it had just been served and would not taste good if it got cold.

She has been a little more talkative lately, not as taciturn as when we first met.

Song Wanyue smiled and thanked her. She seldom eats this kind of fried food because she is not used to it and finds it greasy.

The food here today was surprisingly to her liking, no wonder she chose this place.

Except the dining environment is not so good.

Xiuxiu keenly noticed that her clothes were a little wrinkled, especially at the chest, as if they had been stacked up.

But she didn't think much about it, maybe she accidentally pressed it when going to the toilet.

Duan Baiting came back ten minutes after her.

There was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his hand, which he casually put aside.

He was already reeking of cigarettes and alcohol in the hall, so he did not arouse suspicion.

After a private conversation, Duan Baiting finally stopped trying to undermine her.

Song Wanyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she could finally get away with it this time.

Brother Su has developed an occupational disease and can talk about work even when having a meal. He and other lawyers have different opinions on the company's future lawsuits.

Duan Baiting took a sip of wine and casually changed the subject: "Don't talk about work after work."

Brother Su nodded in disappointment.

Duan Baiting spoke little and didn't eat much, and he hardly moved his chopsticks the entire time.

In fact, many topics are related to him, and some are even guided in the direction of his expertise.

But he seemed to be in low spirits and looked listless.

Xiao He secretly asked Song Wanyue: "Mr. Duan, don't you like it here?"

Is there any need to ask? It's as noisy as a vegetable market here. It would be strange if he likes it.

But this is the characteristic of their restaurant, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Obviously Duan Baiting also understood this principle, so he did not show any disgust or impatience throughout the whole process.

Song Wanyue was quite interested in the bibimbap here. Even though she usually wouldn't eat any carbohydrates after 5 o'clock, she couldn't help but eat two more bowls today.

Duan Baiting's cell phone rang several times in succession. He took a look and ignored it.

Song Wanyue saw the note above, which was about one of his partners, and asked him in a low voice: "Don't you want to take it?"

He shook his head and poured himself a glass of wine: "He has been pestering me for half a month, let him be alone."

Song Wanyue put her elbows on the table, moved closer to him, and teased with a smile: "Are you playing hard to get with men?"

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes to look at her, his delicate face slightly tilted up, the light was bright, reflecting in her eyes, as if a whole piece of moonlight was hidden.

Bright and clear, a sly smile like a little fox climbs from the corner of the lips to the corner of the eyes.

He suppressed the throbbing in his heart, stretched out his hand to pinch her face, and smiled dotingly: "This is not called playing hard to get, this is called playing the long line to catch the big fish."

"Humph, what do you mean by playing the long line to catch the big fish? You capitalists are all black-hearted."

She was not sitting still, and her whole body was staggering. Duan Baiting was afraid that she would knock over the tea on the table and stain her clothes.

So I took it a little further away.

I saw that she was only wearing a very thin short-sleeved shirt and the air conditioner was set to a low temperature.

He took off his coat and put it on her. The black suit felt a little heavy on her shoulders.

She complained softly, "Your clothes are so heavy."

Afterwards, she smiled and held the clothes and smelled them, "They smell good, like your body."

Duan Baiting's eyes softened, and his movements were especially gentle. He put on her coat for her, "Remember to bring a coat next time you go out. You have a cold body, so you can't use the air conditioner for too long."

"I know." She puffed her cheeks, "Why are you more nagging than my dad."

Duan Baiting shook his head helplessly, and touched her head lovingly, "If you be obedient, I won't nag you."

Song Wanyue was about to snuggle into his arms when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

That's not right. It seems like she is...having dinner with colleagues outside today, not at home.

Then she just...

It was still noisy around her, and she could hear people urging her to drink and toasting at the next table. Only their table was dead silent.

Song Wanyue finally left Duan Baiting's body.

She didn't dare to look up to see the expressions of her colleagues at the moment.

She thought it must be colorful and dazzling.

The regret she felt at that moment made her want to bite off her tongue. She really should change her habit of showing her affection as if no one was around.

He laughed awkwardly twice and was thinking about how to find excuses to get over the matter.

Xiao He, who had been silent for a long time, reminded him: "How about... you ask Mr. Duan to change the wedding photo on his phone screen saver first?"