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Song Wanyue's resignation was already in progress, and people in the department organized a farewell party for her at a barbecue restaurant.

Xiuxiu's eyes were slightly red. She handed her the scented tea she had brewed, said nothing, and just smiled at her.

This little girl still speaks so little and is very introverted.

She is called a little girl, but in fact, I am a few years younger than her.

Xiao He sighed one after another, feeling worried: "The class gap between us is already like a chasm. Now that you've resigned, we've completely lost the only bond that maintains our relationship."

Song Wanyue thought what he said was funny: "What's the matter? I resigned, but my husband is still in your company. Isn't the bond still there?"

Xiao He was silent, and everyone at the table was silent.

Come on, your husband is the big boss, the gap between you and them is even bigger.

Song Wanyue smiled sweetly: "We are in the same industry, there will always be a chance for us to meet. What if we meet in court next time?"

Xiao He: "..."

This guy is really good at ruining the atmosphere.

The meal lasted until 11 o'clock in the evening. Brother Su was a little drunk for once. We sat there talking and discussing theoretical knowledge.

Song Wanyue looked at the time and it was getting late.

Duan Baiting called half an hour ago to ask what time it would end.

He would not interfere too much in her private time, such as dinners with friends.

But I can't help but worry.

I'm afraid it's too late and not safe enough.

Song Wanyue gave a rough time, about 11 o'clock.

Sure enough, the party dispersed before even eleven o'clock because several people were too drunk.

Xiao He said he would take her home first. Song Wanyue looked at her phone and was about to speak when someone answered her call.

Then the grey Aston Martin pulled up to the curb outside the store with its hazard lights on and its windows rolled down.

The light outside was dim, and Song Wanyue couldn't see the man's face in the car clearly, but she recognized the car and the license plate.

The man opened the car door and got out, glancing at her face with a calm gaze.

Normal rosy complexion, without drinking alcohol. So he breathed a sigh of relief.

Those colleagues who had called a taxi and were waiting for it, or were planning to call a taxi, all felt inexplicably awkward and timid when they saw Duan Baiting.

The atmosphere just now was bustling with activity, but now it was completely silent. I want to go up and say hello, but I don't dare...

an instinctive fear that comes from the food chain.

Song Wanyue smiled and waved to them: "My husband is here to pick me up, so I'll leave first."

Then she took Duan Baiting's arm and walked down the stairs: "Why do they feel so scared of you?"

Duan Baiting replied indifferently: "Really?"

He didn't care at all.

Song Wanyue got into the car, fastened her seat belt, and lay on top of him, sniffing around.

Like a puppy.

Duan Baiting's view was blocked, and he gently pinched the puppy's neck: "Have you smelled enough?"

She nodded with satisfaction: "There is no smell of smoke."

Duan Baiting laughed for a moment.

Recently, Song Wanyue started to control his smoking, saying that this was fairer. He always controlled her, so she had to control him as well.

After much thought, the most reliable thing to do is to supervise him to quit smoking.

Duan Baiting actually didn't quite understand. Why was there any point in quitting smoking? He wasn't addicted to smoking and could stop whenever he wanted.

But it's also a good deal to stop smoking in exchange for her being more obedient.

So after she proposed it, he pretended to be slightly silent and nodded after a moment.

Song Wanyue, who was tricked into it in no time, felt that she had gotten a great bargain and was complacent about it for several days.

Duan Baiting saw this and thought her childish behavior was cute.

-Until

the resignation procedures are completed, she still has to go to work and leave on time.

Xiao He has been staring at his phone and grinning foolishly more and more often in recent days. He secretly told Song Wanyue that he had confessed his love to his blind date, and she agreed to date him.

Song Wanyue patted his shoulder and said, "Congratulations."

When it was time for dinner, Xiao He said he would treat her to a meal as a thank you.

After all, if it weren't for her advice and her dressing combinations, I wouldn't have been able to succeed so easily.

Song Wanyue glanced at her phone and saw that the message was sent ten minutes ago.

Duan Baiting sent it to her.

——Have you eaten?

It's just time to get off work, how could I have already eaten?

This guy speaks in a roundabout way. If he wants her to come up and have dinner with him, he should just say it directly.

Song Wanyue pulled out a chair and stood up, shaking her cell phone, and smiled embarrassedly at Xiao He: "Next time, I don't have time today."

Hearing her words, other colleagues in the department looked up and looked at her with playful and ambiguous smiles.

Both of them knew the reason why they didn't have time.

Song Wanyue took the president's special elevator to the president's office.

The people inside were no longer surprised by her appearance.

Secretary Qin was holding two meals in his hands. When he saw her, he handed the things to her with a smile: "Then please help me take them in. I have some documents to print."

There was no document to print. It was clearly to give the two of them some time alone.

Secretary Qin is worthy of being someone who has been with Duan Baiting for such a long time.

He is perceptive and good at understanding his boss's thoughts.

Obviously, at this time, Duan always didn't want to see himself appear.

Song Wanyue nodded and pushed open the office door with the food in hand.

Duan Baiting is different at work than at home.

The aura is different.

Song Wanyue was actually a little afraid of him in the company. He was too distant and looked high and mighty and difficult to approach.

Even if he just looked at me with a cold gaze without saying a word, I felt as if my hands and feet were tied.

So Song Wanyue lowered her head first, put the food in her hand on the table, and concentrated on unpacking the carton.

It is a private restaurant nearby. Duan Baiting's dishes are very light, with very few seasonings.

In fact, Song Wanyue is not very used to eating this.

She is fond of sweet things.

I opened the thermal cover and was stunned when I saw the dishes inside.

It was steaming hot and turned out to be Shanghai cuisine.

Duan Baiting stood up and walked to the water purifier to get a cup of warm water, and placed it next to her: "The resignation procedures will be completed the day after tomorrow, so stay with me for the next few days."

He smiled and held her in his arms, "I won't be able to see you in the company anytime and anywhere in the future."

Hearing him say this, Song Wanyue put on airs, "It's hard to say. There are too many people who want me to accompany them. You know I'm very popular in the company."

Duan Baiting's hand reached over her waist, took out the cutlery, and served her a bowl of soup, "Then give me a back door."

Hearing him say this in such a calm tone, Song Wanyue was unexpectedly quite pleased.

She wanted to get out of his arms. How could she eat while sitting on his lap?

But this guy seemed to really have a skin hunger. When he saw her, he wished she could grow on his body.

Song Wanyue protested, but her protest was ineffective.

She said, "I can't eat if you hold me like this."

He smiled faintly, as if deliberately: "I'll feed you."

Song Wanyue turned around and glared at him coquettishly.

Duan Baiting patted her on the back and coaxed her, "Wait until the soup cools down before drinking it. It's hot now."

She knew that this was an excuse he made up to let her stay in his arms a little longer.

Song Wanyue didn't say anything and sat in his arms for a while longer.

After finishing the meal, he did not leave but took a nap in the lounge in Duan Baiting's arms.

We just slept in each other's arms, nothing else.

Song Wanyue was sleeping soundly, but she had no idea whether Duan Baiting was asleep or not.

All she knew was that when she woke up, his eyes were open and he was looking down at her.

Song Wanyue knew that her sleeping posture was very messy. She raised her hand to wipe the non-existent saliva from the corner of her mouth. She said lazily with a strong tone of fatigue: "Is my hair messy?"

He reached out and gently straightened it for her: "It's not messy."

Humph, liar.

She saw it all in his eyes, how she slept so hard that her hair became frizzy.

Miss Song, who was particularly concerned about her image, quickly reached out to cover his eyes to prevent him from looking.

Duan Baiting smelled a plant-like scent, but he couldn't tell which part of her body it was coming from.

Her hair is fragrant, her body is fragrant, and her lips are fragrant.

Duan Baiting gently pulled away her hand that was blocking his eyes, closed it in his palm, and interlocked their fingers.

"What are you afraid of? I've seen all kinds of you."

He said calmly. Song Wanyue obviously couldn't be as calm as him, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

The smile in Duan Baiting's eyes became a little more obvious.

Sometimes she is as bold as a newborn calf, and sometimes she is inexperienced and shy.

Even he was a little unsure.

He raised his wrist to check the time. She had only slept for half an hour and there was still some time before work time.

Duan Baiting straightened his clothes and got up from the bed: "I won't bother you anymore, I'll sleep for a while."

Song Wanyue asked him: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

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

His light words made Song Wanyue confirm that he had been looking at her for as long as she had slept.

Duan Baiting re-fastened his tie, took his coat and put it on. Before leaving, he did not forget to come over and tuck in the quilt for her.

The air conditioner is on inside, and it's easy to catch a cold if you don't cover yourself with a blanket.

-When

Song Wanyue left, there was no one in the office, and the special assistant and Secretary Qin were also nowhere to be seen.

I think Duan Baiting should have gone out.

He also met Ava who came to hand in documents. The two have never gotten along well. Even after knowing Song Wanyue's true identity recently, Ava still didn't have a good attitude towards her.

Although the attitude is much better than before.

But it was also because he felt that Song Wanyue had the face of a seductive concubine who would persuade someone else's wife.

If I offend her, and she whispers in Mr. Duan's ear one day, I will lose my job.

Song Wanyue glanced at the document in her hand and reached out to take it: "Mr. Duan is not in here, just give it to me."

Ava retracted her hand and smiled politely, but her smile was fake: "This document needs to be reviewed by Mr. Duan himself, so there is no need to trouble the president's wife."

Song Wanyue was stunned for a long time, until she handed the document to the person in the president's office and left, Song Wanyue reacted.

She is mocking herself! !

When she got home, she was so angry that she couldn't sleep all night and rolled around in bed with the quilt in her arms.

As Ava expected, the concubine really started to whisper in Ava's ear.

"She must be mocking me! That look and that tone!" Song Wanyue rolled over and over, and then wrapped herself in the quilt, unable to move. Like a caterpillar, bouncing back and forth.

Duan Baiting, who was working next to her, took off his glasses and came over to rescue her from the quilt.

Seeing her making herself so angry, it was a little funny: "Okay, if you really can't sleep, I'll ask Aunt Qin to make you a hot cup of milk."

She leaned on his shoulder aggrievedly: "She said before that I was a snob and a coquettish person. Am I really that snob and coquettish?"

He was not sure what a snob was. As for the coquettish spirit.

He reached out and pinched her face, and saw that the corners of her eyes were drooping, and she looked pitiful.

Well, it's quite coquettish.