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Qu Song blurted out these words without even thinking.

In fact, it is a conditioned reflex.

Zhou Wenyang used to be a troublemaker and fighting was a common occurrence when he was in school.

Even his family can't control him.

Otherwise, how do they say there is always something that can defeat something else?

But a delicate girl like Song Wanyue can completely suppress him. Every time he got into a fight, she was the one who stepped in and brought the victim home.

When he didn't listen to her, she started crying, and he came over to comfort her with a frown on his face.

"Okay, I won't fight anymore, okay?"

Song Wanyue kicked him and said, "I'm most afraid of seeing scary things like this. If you dare to fight in the future, I will go to your door and cry every morning."

"Okay, okay, okay." He had an impatient look as if he was annoyed by her. He responded perfunctorily with a smile on his lips.

I asked her: "Why do you use watercolor pens to draw lines and marks at the end of your eyes every day? I feel dizzy."

Song Wanyue was so angry that she had difficulty breathing: "How many times have I told you, this is eyeliner!"

It's a habit she has had since childhood. Whenever she encounters something related to Zhou Wenyang, she will go to Song Wanyue. I forgot her husband was here today.

He coughed, a little embarrassed: "Well... it's a conditioned reflex, a habit I've had since childhood, don't mind it."

Duan Baiting apologized perfunctorily, put his left hand on the table and pointed with his fingertips.

His eyes were careless.

The cold aura that had been deliberately restrained now returned to its original state seamlessly.

Of course he could see that this man had no good intentions towards him.

He curled his lips slightly

and said, "I don't mind." The other party's magnanimity made Qu Song feel a little uneasy. It was more like contempt than magnanimity.

There was too much arrogance in his eyes.

Qu Song steadied his breathing, reached for the wine glass on the table, and took a few sips to stay calm.

He didn't want to admit that the moment he met Duan Baiting's gaze, he did feel a little fear and displeasure in his heart.

And it was also obvious that the other party's smile and generous answer were clearly meant to make him unhappy.

He easily moved a thousand pounds with only four ounces of force. Qu Song cursed in his heart, it turned out that none of the people with the surname Duan were good people.

Now he mentioned that Zhou Wenyang felt it was not worth it. He has been with Song Wanyue for so many years, and they grew up together as childhood sweethearts.

With her bad temper, she has offended many people. If Zhou Wenyang hadn't been protecting her, could she have grown up safely?

Everyone around them assumed that the two would get married when they grew up. As a result, when he went to the army, Duan Baiting took advantage of the opportunity and took over.

Zhou Wenyang sobered up a little, patted his shoulder and told him to talk less.

Then he took the cigarette box and pointed outside: "I'm going to go out and have a cigarette."

Song Wanyue felt a little uneasy and wanted to slap Qu Song twice.

Doesn't this person know what he can and cannot say?

I also have to think about how to appease Duan Baiting. This man is notoriously duplicious.

The more generous one appears to be, the more meticulously one has actually memorized everything.

Shizuka played her role to the fullest, smoothing things over for her best friend and kicking Qu Song: "Isn't Zhou Wenyang your good buddy? Why don't you do anything about him drinking and smoking?"

Qu Song could only endure the beating and rubbed his wound with his hands: "Then he has to listen to me, too."

It was obvious that he couldn't continue eating today's meal. Qu Song is a man who doesn't control his words. He starts to lose control of his drinking even after drinking a little.

If I drink too much later, I'll give a long speech, right?

Shizuka also drank a little and couldn't drive, so she called the driver and asked him to come and pick her up.

She looked at Duan Baiting and said, "You guys go back first. I'll take care of these two."

Song Wanyue secretly gave her a thumbs up to express her gratitude.

Shizuka raised her chin and told her not to worry.

When I went out, I saw Zhou Wenyang squatting on the curb smoking.

It was windy and cold at night, and the snow was heavier than before.

There was snow on his head and shoulders. But I seemed to be unaware of it. The cigarette in his hand had a long piece of ash on it, and he just held it between his fingers.

His eyes were fixed on some fixed point in front of him, motionless.

Song Wanyue glanced at him subconsciously, and Duan Baiting asked her in a gentle voice: "Do you want to go over and take a look?"

Song Wanyue hurriedly shook her head: "Why should I go to see him?"

He chuckled: "Really? It seems that you are very worried."

"I'm not worried. There was a man squatting on the side of the road, and I just took a closer look out of curiosity."

Duan Baiting nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The car is parked just in front, not far from here, just a few steps away.

Duan Baiting opened the passenger door.

Song Wanyue bent down and got in. After sitting down, she lowered her head and fastened her seat belt.

Duan Baiting didn't say much along the way. Even if Song Wanyue tried to talk to him, he would respond in a disjointed manner.

Song Wanyue had a headache. She shouldn't have come out for dinner today.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so much trouble. It's all Qu Song's fault! !

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When I got home, my parents had already gone to bed.

I'm old and can't stay up late. Apart from some necessary social engagements, I really can't turn them down.

Song Wanyue needs Duan Baiting to accompany her when she takes a bath. She has good reasons. What if I faint from hypoglycemia? What if I accidentally fall while taking a bath?

In fact, even if she didn't find such a reason or make up these excuses, Duan Baiting would still accompany her.

The bathroom is large, with a full-length mirror next to the sink. The recessed wall is a separate wardrobe.

Inside were her pajamas and bath towel.

She was lying in the bathtub and Duan Baiting was giving her a massage. Men's hands are much larger than women's and they are stronger.

At this time, his palm was covering her slightly concave lower back, and his knuckles were rubbing the place where she always complained of soreness.

Song Wanyue let out a comfortable hum through her nose.

She yawned and turned to look in the mirror.

Half of his body was immersed in the water, and the other half was in Duan Baiting's arms.

He lowered his head and massaged her expressionlessly. When he lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes half covered his eyes, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry at the moment.

"Do you care about Zhou Wenyang a lot?" Song Wanyue suddenly felt that sometimes it was not a bad thing to be unable to hold back one's thoughts.

Just like now, if she didn't ask, Duan Baiting would definitely not reveal this matter.

He is not the kind of person who will stick to one thing.

He is good at letting go and not letting his emotions be affected by other things.

But at this moment, even he had to admit that he cared.

And care very much.

"What I care about is not him, but your attitude towards him." She asked, and he had nothing to hide, so he answered frankly.

Song Wanyue said: "I don't have any romantic feelings for Zhou Wenyang. When I was little, I treated him as my brother. Later, his family left, and I felt sorry for him."

Duan Baiting carried her out of the bathtub and took a towel to wipe the water stains for her.

Song Wanyue struggled for a while, trying to say that she would not completely lose the ability to take care of herself just because of pregnancy.

Duan Baiting pressed her back into his arms, declaring that her struggle and resistance were futile.

Song Wanyue then enjoyed his attentive service with peace of mind.

Duan Baiting's movements were very gentle, and the soft Xinjiang long-staple cotton touched every part of her body.

He loosened his hand slightly and rubbed a certain place: "Did you feel pity for him just now?"

Song Wanyue's ears blushed and she couldn't help but snorted.

She looked up at him, reached out to stop him, and whispered, "I'm pregnant."

"I know." He quickly took his hand back, as if the action just now was just a punishment with some flirtatious meaning.

It really worked.

Song Wanyue closed her legs and rubbed them subconsciously.

"It's not that I feel sorry for him, but I want to remind him not to stand in the limelight." Song Wanyue didn't think she had anything to hide. My mother said that the most important thing when two people get along is to be honest.

She indeed never had any feelings of that kind towards Zhou Wenyang. But it was indeed difficult to make her completely ignore him.

Even if it was Shizuka or Kusong, who were standing in the wind on such a cold winter night, she would want to go over and remind them.

This is a kind of concern, a very healthy concern.

Duan Baiting nodded, said nothing more, and casually put the bath towel aside.

Then he stretched his trouser legs and half-knelt in front of her.

Song Wanyue was stunned and looked at the man squatting in front of him: "What are you doing?"

He took the mouthwash and rinsed his mouth, put his hand on her thigh and lowered his head.

"Aren't you uncomfortable?"

After realizing what he was going to do, Song Wanyue's face turned even redder.

"Being pregnant, it doesn't matter... is it okay?"

"Well, I'm not going in."

He answered vaguely.

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An hour passed when Song Wanyue was carried out by him.

She took another bath.

Compared to her embarrassment, Duan Baiting was still as cheerful and cheerful as ever.

Song Wanyue reached out and pinched the corner of his clothes, seeming to be more dependent on him than before.

"Are you still angry now?"

Duan Baiting hugged her and let her lean on his arms: "I'm not angry, go to sleep."

"Really not angry?" She seemed a little unconvinced.

"Yeah." Duan Baiting held her with one hand and put the other hand behind his head, just like that.

A light was left on in the room. In the corner, the light is dim.

Duan Baiting looked at the ceiling: "I know what you think of him, I can see it."

Song Wanyue: "But when I saw Qu Song saying those words today, your expression wasn't right."

"My expression?"

Song Wanyue changed direction in his arms and faced him: "You are too normal, but you shouldn't be normal at that time, so you seemed abnormal."

Duan Baiting didn't expect that the little guy had learned to draw inferences from one instance.

"Do you think I should be angry?"

He threw the question back calmly. Song Wanyue nodded: "Yes."

She said seriously: "Qu Song is an annoying person. He has been like this since he was a child. He is a big mouth and says everything. He has a good relationship with Zhou Wenyang, so I protect him. But I am different."

Because of her movement just now, the quilt had already slipped off. Duan Baiting was afraid that she would be cold, so he covered her again and put his arm around her shoulders.

After hearing her words, he lowered his eyes slightly and looked at her quietly: "Different?"

Song Wanyue smiled and buried her face in his neck, greedy for his body temperature and the pleasant and fresh scent on his body.

"I have a good relationship with you, so I will protect you."

The depression of the whole night seemed to dissipate in an instant.

He hugged her tightly, bent down and kissed her forehead: "Go to bed, it's late."

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After this incident, Song Wanyue blocked Qu Song's WeChat.

Zhou Wenyang also found another place to live. Song's mother couldn't keep him, so she could only let him come home to have New Year's Eve dinner on the 30th.

They were really worried about the person being alone outside.

Zhou Wenyang nodded: "Thank you, Auntie."

On New Year's Eve, Song Wanyue was already very pregnant, and even wearing a coat could not hide her belly.

Duan Baiting applies olive oil on her every night to prevent stretch marks.

Although Song Wanyue knew that this was a waste of money, it was better than nothing.

It's just for psychological comfort.

Zhou Wenyang came back that day, not empty-handed, but as a guest.

Song's mother sighed in the kitchen and said that Wen Yang seemed to be becoming more and more distant from them. Even having a meal at my house feels like being a guest.

They have always raised him as their son.

Song Wanyue was eating dumplings nearby, which were specially prepared for her.

She has been getting hungry very easily lately, sometimes even waking up in the middle of the night because of hunger.

Her taste is also extremely picky, she wants to eat whatever she wants, no matter what the problem is.

One time she insisted on eating egg waffles, and they had to be bought from outside; she couldn't eat the ones made at home.

At four o'clock in the morning, Duan Baiting drove for more than an hour and finally bought it in a 24-hour store.

When he came back, the man was already asleep, hugging his pillow, sleeping soundly.

He smiled helplessly, put his things down, and went to turn off the lights in the room.

It's okay now, I just want to eat dumplings.

Although he still harbored a grudge against Zhou Wenyang, Duan Baiting was definitely not the kind of person who would openly express his jealousy.

To be able to sit at his current height, he was very good at hiding his emotions.

His good upbringing also allows him to always maintain basic politeness and courteousness.

On such a good day, it was impossible for Song's father not to drink, and even Duan Baiting was asked to drink some.

Zhou Wenyang is even more inevitable.

It was also because of this that Song's mother asked him to stay overnight: "You've been drinking and can't drive. Just sleep here tonight."

Zhou Wenyang picked up the coat on the sofa: "Auntie, there's no need to be so troublesome, I can just call a designated driver."

Song's mother sighed: "I don't know what your Uncle Song and I did not do well enough to make you so distant from us. We have had less contact over the years. Now you don't even want to stay for one night."

Zhou Wenyang hurriedly explained: "No, Auntie, I..."

In the end, Song's mother naturally got what she wished for, and he stayed.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, Duan Baiting was taking a shower, and Song Wanyue went downstairs to find something to eat in the refrigerator.

Zhou Wenyang was sitting alone on the sofa, staring at the TV in a daze.

There are advertisements on the screen.

Song Wanyue thought about it and walked over to greet him: "Long time no see. I heard from my mother that you broke your leg in the army some time ago. Is it serious?"

Zhou Wenyang's body stiffened, and after a moment, he relaxed: "It's okay, I'm healed."

Maybe it was because they had grown up, and they knew some of his secret thoughts, so they could no longer face him as freely as before.

Song Wanyue still advised as a friend: "Take care of yourself and don't work too hard. Your health is the most important."

"Yeah."

He didn't turn around and his voice was a little slow. It was a monosyllabic word, but he dragged out the sound for a long time.

Song Wanyue sighed in disgust: "I've been annoyed by your hairstyle for a long time. You already look fierce, and now you look like a prisoner."

It seemed that her words brought the atmosphere back to the freezing point.

Zhou Wenyang no longer felt awkward and laughed indifferently: "Does it remind you of bad memories?"

Song Wanyue pouted as she felt touched.

"That happened so long ago. I forgot about it long ago." She warned him fiercely, "You should forget it too. If I find out that anyone else knows about this, I will break your neck." She

really hadn't changed at all. When she threatened people, her tone was arrogant, but her voice was soft and had no deterrent effect at all.

Zhou Wenyang felt that the tense mood he had been in for the past few days had finally relaxed a little.

It seems that he is not so unacceptable anymore.

Before grandma passed away, she came to our house to play. Grandma joked with them that if Wanyue married Wen Yang in the future and had a daughter like her, the family would be lively.

Zhou Wenyang was stubborn and said that just one person was enough to annoy him.

Song Wanyue chased him fiercely all the way.

It's the same tone of voice he uses now, arrogant yet weak.

That night, he spent the whole night sketching in his room.

It's a smaller version of Song Wanyue.

The eyes should be like hers, she has beautiful eyes. The mouth should also be like hers, her mouth is also beautiful.

The nose should be even more like hers. This cocky guy shows off his nose every day. He said he would insure the most perfect nose in the world for 100 million yuan.

He clenched his pen, thinking to himself, there must be a place that looks like him.

Finally, a pair of small canine teeth were added to her.

Then... the teeth should be like his.

What he had seriously considered when he was fourteen, she had done with someone else.

Zhou Wenyang stood up, glanced at her bulging belly, and said with a smile: "I should be back in the army when the baby is born. Remember to tell me whether it is a boy or a girl so that I can prepare a gift."

Song Wanyue nodded with a smile: "You are sensible. I won't scold you today."

She pointed to the refrigerator in the kitchen: "There are dumplings made by my mother in it. If you are hungry, you can cook some."

She turned and went upstairs. Zhou Wenyang looked at her back for a long time.

Until he could no longer see it, he looked away and suddenly felt relieved.

In fact, this is pretty good. She is very happy and the man treats her very well.

She should be happy. She is such a good girl, she should always be happy.

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Song Wanyue was startled by Duan Baiting as soon as she reached the second floor.

He was wearing light grey pajamas with two collar buttons undone. He was leaning against the railing with a glass of water in his hand.

The standing posture is relaxed and casual.

Song Wanyue patted her chest: "You scared me."

He put down the water cup, came over and held her hand: "Are you hungry?"

Song Wanyue nodded: "I wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat."

She thought of the scene just now and looked at him hesitantly: "When did you come out?"

Knowing what she really wanted to ask, he skipped her beating around the bush: "I heard it all."

Song Wanyue's breathing stagnated: "Then you..."

Duan Baiting smiled: "I'm not at that level yet."

He could see that one was unintentional and the other was relieved.

This is the best result.

After being my love rival for so many years, it turned out that he was just my imaginary enemy.

Looking back now, Duan Baiting actually found himself a little ridiculous.

He put his arm around Song Wanyue's waist and went back to the room: "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you later."

She named a lot of dishes like reading out the names of dishes.

Duan Baiting passed up the food that she couldn't eat.

Song Wanyue grumbled in dissatisfaction: "I can't eat this and I can't eat that."

Duan Baiting comforted her gently: "Wait a little longer."

"By the way." He was a little curious about their conversation just now, "What is the thing that can't be known to a third person?"

Song Wanyue blushed, feeling a little ashamed.

Let her say what she wants.

I told him directly that when he was in junior high school, the school cooperated with the local police and invited prisoners to give speeches in order to serve as a warning to students

. But when he saw those prisoners with buzz cuts, he was scared and cried.

Have you had nightmares for several nights in a row?

It's too embarrassing, she doesn't want it.

Duan Baiting nodded, and said meaningfully: "So it's a secret between you two?"

Provoking her always worked.

Song Wanyue got anxious and blurted out everything.

After getting his way, he chuckled, "Are you so timid?"

"No," she argued, "those people were too fierce."

"Then if I cut my hair short, will you be afraid of me too?"

"Of course not," she said seriously, "Tingting is so handsome, I can't wait to love him, how could I be afraid of you."