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Qu Song teased Song Wanyue, saying, "Are you going to protect him now?"

Song Wanyue was too lazy to pay attention to him. She snorted and sat down next to Duan Baiting. It seemed as if he was proving with his own actions that he would always stand by him unconditionally.

Qu Song nodded, pretended to pour himself a glass of wine, and sighed: "Today I finally understand how to write the four words 'prioritize love over friendship'."

Song Wanyue ignored him and leaned her head on Duan Baiting's arm: "There is a noodle restaurant nearby. I used to go there to eat when I was in school."

In order to make her lean more comfortably, Duan Baiting pressed his shoulder down: "Are you hungry?"

She shook her head and said they would go eat together later.

"I'll take you for a walk around my school."

He nodded and handed her the cup of warm water in his hand: "Okay. Drink some water first, your voice is a little dry."

She was indeed thirsty, so she sat up straight, held the glass of water and drank it slowly.

Qu Song supported his body with his elbows, chin on one hand, half-sitting, his eyes fixed on the two of them.

Song Wanyue could naturally feel this blatant scrutiny and glared at him unhappily: "What are you looking at?"

Qu Song was inexplicably rebuked and sat up straight with a smile: "You two are allowed to show your affection, but a single dog like me is not allowed to take a look?"

Song Wanyue has been spoiled since she was a child, and they, her childhood friends, know it. Not only her parents indulge her, but also her group of friends.

Song Wanyue stood up and stretched out her hand to block Duan Baiting's face: "I always feel that there is ill intention in your eyes."

Duan Baiting smiled softly and pulled her hand away: "Sit down first, it's okay."

Song Wanyue listened to him and sat down obediently, and did not forget to complain to him: "He has had a shifty look since he was a child. Whenever he suddenly stares at someone for a long time, he must have bad intentions."

Qu Song felt that he was even more wronged than Dou E. Maybe if he went out now, it would be snowing outside.

"Xiao Yueyue, is my opinion of you really so bad?"

She said proudly: "More than that."

Shizuka tried to smooth things over and asked Qu Song to say less.

Qu Song's eyes suddenly widened, pointing at himself with an incredible look on his face: "Me? I said less? What did I say?"

Song Wanyue lowered her head, bit the straw, and echoed: "Yes, you should say less."

Qu Song, who was a smooth talker outside, was turned down by them. He could only cut the steak on the plate to vent his anger.

He didn't eat tonight and came here directly from the bureau, so his stomach was still empty.

The call had been made to Zhou Wenyang a long time ago. He didn't directly say that Song Wanyue was also there, but he did say that the childhood friends should get together.

Zhou Wenyang is such a smart man, it is impossible that he couldn't guess who would be there.

The glass sliding door of the bar was opened from the outside, and Zhou Wenyang patted his shoulder to shake off the white snowflakes.

It started snowing outside, and at the beginning, there was no white on the road.

Seeing Zhou Wenyang, Qu Song waved at him: "Here."

Duan Baiting's gaze also fell on him. His expression was very calm. He glanced at him casually, and then withdrew his gaze unmoved.

Qu Song kept his eyes and ears open, paying close attention to all the movements on the table.

This guy is indeed a character. I thought that no matter how dull his personality is, he would at least relax for a moment when he saw his love rival appear.

But no.

There is absolutely no flaw.

The water in the cup was empty, and Duan Baiting asked for another cup, his voice a little softer.

It's a recent habit.

Afraid of scaring Song Wanyue.

Since she became pregnant, she has suffered from nervous breakdown and is easily frightened.

Zhou Wenyang stopped for a while, then came over.

Sitting down next to Qu Song, the bartender asked him what he would like to drink, and he casually said, "Whiskey."

This was a square marble table, and the sofa was at the corners. Zhou Wenyang and Qu Song were sitting opposite Song Wanyue and Duan Baiting.

Because the place is closed today, there is no need to create the hazy and ambiguous lighting atmosphere of a bar.

There was a white ceiling light on.

Everyone's faces are clear.

After Zhou Wenyang came, he didn't say anything and just drank one glass of wine after another.

Duan Baiting acted as if no one was around. He put his arms under the table and massaged Song Wanyue's legs.

After she became pregnant, her limbs would occasionally ache. Although it was mild, with her personality, she would naturally magnify the pain tenfold and act like a spoiled brat.

Duan Baiting's eyes were filled with tenderness, and he controlled his movements and strength very carefully, for fear of hurting her.

Song Wanyue enjoyed his massage with peace of mind, and did not forget to praise him: "If you become a masseur, with your skills, I don't know how many branches you can open."

He smiled and said: "Last time you let me be a male model, this time you let me be a masseur, what do you want me to be next time?"

Song Wanyue actually thought about it seriously, and finally smiled with her eyes curved, her voice extremely sweet: "Anyway, no matter what you do, I think you are the best."

He shook his head and pinched her face, his smile was doting but with some helplessness.

These two really are showing off their affection without any regard for others.

Qu Song coughed softly and looked at Zhou Wenyang with uneasiness. However, the latter did not look over there, but lowered his head to stare at the wine glass in his hand, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Jingxiang had long been accustomed to this. When Song Wanyue and Duan Baiting were together, they always looked like this.

Even if Duan Baiting was not around, the topic she would often talk about would always be him.

Whether you scold him or praise him.

Although Zhou Wenyang looked like this at the moment, he didn't seem to be stimulated by anything. But Qu Song was mainly worried that if they continued, this person would be a little...

He suddenly felt very regretful for calling him this time.

Changing the subject, he asked Song Wanyue: "Do you know why I booked the party here?"

Song Wanyue nodded: "Your bar."

"No. This was not a bar at first."

After his meaningful reminder, Song Wanyue remembered.

When I was young, this place had not been renovated yet. Qu Song's family has a property here, which is a three-story Western-style building.

Because it is close to the school, they set up their base here.

Whether it was playing house or treasure hunt, there were so many memories left here.

Song Wanyue smiled and said, "Is it still a nostalgic show today?"

Qu Song raised his eyebrows and smiled, saying in a ruffian way, "Of course not. We haven't seen each other for a long time. We have to reminisce about the past."

He said this while looking at Duan Baiting: "You should be curious about Song Wanyue's previous life, right?"

Duan Baiting's eyes were calm, and no emotion could be detected behind his deep eyes.

But Qu Song was able to draw information from it.

His patience had long been exhausted. If Song Wanyue had not been here, he would have gotten up and left long ago.

Facing this person, I inexplicably felt as if my hands and feet were tied. It's not about how fierce the other person is or how fierce his eyes are.

But the indescribable feeling of oppression is too strong.

Being in a high position and possessing such a powerful family background, it is natural that he is very cunning.

Qu Song began to wonder again how Song Wanyue, a princess with princess syndrome, could fall in love with him.

No matter from which angle you look at it, Duan Baiting does not meet her criteria for choosing a partner.

Except for appearance.

He originally wanted to light a cigarette, but finally forced himself to hold it back, and smiled as he recalled the past about Song Wanyue: "Remember when we were kids and played house, this person only wanted to be a princess. Even when we were playing house in the context of the War of Resistance Against Japan, we were fighting the Japanese, but she was the only one wearing a princess dress and insisted that we pay our respects to her."

When Shizuka mentioned this, her memory was instantly activated.

They laughed continuously: "I remember, I remember. There was another time when we were playing Cinderella, and we said she would be the leading role, but she thought Cinderella's dress was too ugly, and she was bullied by her two step-sisters and step-mother. She would rather be a passerby dancing at the ball than be the leading role. She even insisted on giving herself, a passerby, the title of princess."

No matter how thick-skinned Song Wanyue was, she felt too embarrassed to see anyone at this moment.

He grumbled in dissatisfaction: "It was such a long time ago."

Qu Song said righteously: "Today is supposed to be a nostalgic show."

Song Wanyue was unhappy: "You can't just pick me to be nostalgic, can you?"

Jingxiang no longer stood on her side: "The main thing is that your stories are too explosive. Do you remember that year in high school when I skipped class to take you to the Internet cafe. It was your first time there. You wore the headphones from the table next to you and kept muttering about why a woman kept shouting fire in the hole. In the end, you restarted the computer, but it turned out to be the computer from the table next to you. The other party was playing a game and suddenly the screen went black. He was almost mad to death."

Song Wanyue's face flushed red, and she hurriedly reached out to cover Duan Baiting's ears: "You are not allowed to listen! If you listen, I will never talk to you again! I..."

She was so flustered that she began to stutter, "I will let the baby in my belly ignore you too."

He was not deaf, although he did not join in, he heard every word of their conversation just now.

I was in a daze for a moment, with mixed feelings. When I was still in the UK, every time I gave her tutoring over the phone, I would listen to her nagging complaints.

But most of the complaints were about the classroom.

And some unavoidable troubles during adolescence. I had a fight with my friend, my ranking dropped, and my hair got cut ugly.

At that time, he would try hard to imagine a matching picture, as if he were also a participant in her life.

Rather than a stranger communicating through the phone by voice.

Now I hear her past again, vividly and full of life.

Duan Baiting still felt very sorry that he couldn't meet her earlier.

How nice it would be if I had known her since she was born.

He could witness and even participate in every experience and past of her, her cuteness, sadness, loneliness.

Song Wanyue was so embarrassed that her whole body was hot, including her hands that were covering his ears.

Duan Baiting smiled gently and took her hand off her ear, but did not let go. Instead, he held it in his palm.

"Okay, I won't listen."

Even though he promised her like this, Song Wanyue was still too embarrassed to look him in the eye. She leaned towards him and rested her chin on his shoulder.

Her voice was soft and weak: "I have done a lot of similar things before, but they were not as exaggerated as they said. I didn't just want to be a princess, I also... was a fairy."

This explanation seemed to make everything seem even more powerless. Duan Baiting lowered his eyes and nodded, coaxing her while smoothing the corners of his lips.

Qu Song had to hold back his laughter and take care of his friend's mood.

This kind of affectionate behavior without paying attention to others will only be seen by outsiders as a display of love.

For Zhou Wenyang, it was undoubtedly a stab in the back, and a double-edged one at that.

But this man looked normal and even chatted with him calmly about his recent situation: "Are you busy lately?"

Qu Song nodded: "Quite busy, but not too bad."

"Yeah." Zhou Wenyang clinked glasses with him.

He drank the glass of whiskey without ice in one gulp.

After finishing the drink, he poured another glass and raised his arm towards Duan Baiting: "I've been a little busy these days and didn't have time to say hello to you."

Duan Baiting was not an easy person to get along with, but he still had the proper etiquette.

The cup of warm water in his hand was still half full. He apologized to him in advance and explained the situation: "I have to drive soon, so I'll use water instead of wine."

The cups clinked together, Zhou Wenyang drank one cup, and then poured another.

He smiled and said, "I didn't make it to your wedding, but I'm here to give my blessings now. I wish you a happy marriage. I'll drink this glass, you can do as you please."

Qu Song finally realized that something was wrong.

There is nothing unusual at all. Nothing unusual is the biggest abnormality.

This is whiskey, not beer. If he continues to drink it, he may not see the sun tomorrow.

Qu Song hurriedly stood up to stop him: "Alright, alright, drink less."

Zhou Wenyang pushed him away: "I'm fine."

How come this guy still has such a stubborn temper after being in the army? Even the hard training couldn't smooth out his edges.

He shouted reflexively: "Song Wanyue, why don't you take care of him?"