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Before the fifteenth day, Zhou Wenyang returned to the army. Before returning to the army, he prepared a gift for Song Wanyue.

It is a longevity lock for children.

He said that after much thought, this was the safest gift, and it can be used by both boys and girls. He might not be able to get the news in time while he is in the army.

So I sent it in advance.

Song Wanyue looked left and right. It was a very delicate and beautiful little lock.

"Then thank her and uncle in advance."

Zhou Wenyang looked at her smile and suddenly remembered when she was very young. Although she was spoiled, she was easily satisfied.

Even if you give her a cheap candy, she will happily thank you.

As if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

Such a rude little girl, but she cherishes the love of others very much. For every point of kindness, she can respond with ten points.

With her, love is rewarded.

Maybe that's why everyone likes her.

I have been avoiding her these days, leaving home early and coming back late to minimize our encounters.

He deliberately avoided suspicion because he felt that there was no point in meeting her again and it would only cause trouble for her.

It's enough that the man is good to her.

Be happy.

That was also his blessing for her, which he placed in the longevity lock.

Song Wanyue, be happy.

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When Song Wanyue was six months pregnant, Duan Baiting went abroad for half a month.

He was really too busy during that period to get away. There were some mistakes in the work over there, so he had to be there in person.

Duan Baiting's personal translator discovered a pattern during their time together: Mr. Duan would be unreachable for several hours every day.

The phone call was unavailable and no one responded to the message. No matter how urgent the matter is, you can only go to Secretary Qin.

It's not that I haven't been curious before, I even asked Secretary Qin.

Secretary Qin always smiled gently and replied: "It's the boss's private matter, so as subordinates, we should not ask too much."

And during the few hours when he lost contact, he was actually calling Song Wanyue in the room.

The time difference between the two countries is exactly twelve hours. In order not to disturb her rest time, he would call her late at night every day.

It was daytime in the country at that time, and Song Wanyue was in the best spirits.

She signed up for prenatal education classes. Duan Baiting used to accompany her, but after he went abroad, she didn't want to go alone.

I occasionally do yoga.

Every time I called her, I was already very tired mentally and physically, but when I heard her voice, that tiredness disappeared.

In fact, rather than her being unable to live without him, it is Duan Baiting who cannot live without her.

He completed the work with the fastest efficiency and time, and couldn't wait to return home and be with her.

It is said that after a woman becomes pregnant, her spirit becomes fragile and she cannot leave her husband.

They seem to be doing the exact opposite.

The only time she was extremely dependent on him was when she first became pregnant, and she would feel sad if she couldn't see him for a while.

Now the roles are reversed and it is Duan Baiting who depends on her.

Song Wanyue smiled and teased him, "Can you not live without me so much?"

He also smiled and nodded across the long-distance video.

A helpless and resigned smile, a gentle and soft tone, saying, "Yes, what should I do?"

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Duan Zhiwan was born at the end of summer, and it rained that day.

Duan Baiting, a boring person, actually collected some rainwater himself, asked someone to disinfect and specially treat it, and then brewed a few jars of wine. I found a good place to bury it.

He had also heard Song Wanyue's father mention that there was a custom in their hometown.

She would bury a few jars of wine on the day her daughter was born and dig them out when she got married.

Duan Baiting placed his joy of becoming a father for the first time in those jars of wine.

When the little guy was born, he was too small to tell who he looked like. Later, as the months went by, her facial features opened a little more and she could vaguely see a bit of Song Wanyue's shadow. Even the two whorls on top of her head look like her.

Father Song held his granddaughter in his arms, unable to let her go, and pointed at her little face in the cradle: "Look at this little girl, especially the expression with her head tilted and her lips pursed. This aggrieved look is exactly like her mother's."

During that time, Father and Mother Song specially put down their work and came to Beicheng to take care of Song Wanyue, who was still in confinement after giving birth, and Song Zhiwan, who was just a few months old.

The house is very lively every day.

Duan Baiting was a new father and was not very experienced at first. He felt helpless in dealing with the newborn.

He has been in a high position for too long, and has been dealing with people who have requests of him, and has seen a lot of flattery.

He was very comfortable in that kind of situation, but the more normal the interaction, the less he could adapt. Especially with this completely "strange" little guy.

The first time they met was in the delivery room. He paid more attention to Song Wanyue at the time and only glanced at her quickly when the nurse brought the child over.

The next time we meet will be at home. Being held by the confinement nanny, he was wrinkled like a little monkey.

A very strange emotion took shape in his heart.

This is his daughter, his and Song Wanyue's daughter.

He smiled, reached out carefully and touched her hand.

Later, as time went by, he and her had more contact.

There was a confinement nanny at home, but Duan Baiting did many things himself. He held her in one hand and used the other hand to prepare milk powder for her.

Put the bottle against her face to measure the temperature, and feed her only when it is not hot.

She held the bottle with both hands, as if she was afraid of dropping it. The baby's chubby hands were full of flesh and couldn't hold on firmly, so she kept falling. Duan Baiting used one hand to support her.

He opened the cupboard, took out the bowls and chopsticks, and started cooking porridge for Song Wanyue.

She is often still asleep at this point.

The little guy's schedule is healthier than hers. He goes to bed at six or seven every day and wakes up at four or five.

When he wakes up, he still hums a few times in the crib. He doesn't make much noise, just a few hums.

Song Wanyue sleeps so soundly that it is often difficult to wake her up. Duan Baiting is a light sleeper and any noise can wake him up.

Especially the noises made by the little ones.

Even if it was just a slight mistake, he would wake up in seconds.

Sometimes I would hold her in my arms during online meetings and coax her to sleep while I was in the meeting.

Fortunately, she was very well behaved before she was four years old. She rarely cried, but she loved to get involved.

I am very curious and occasionally reach out to press the keyboard, and a bunch of garbled characters pop up.

Or the camera was turned on by mistake.

So in the conference room, everyone could see that Mr. Duan, who used to be high and mighty, has now become a husband at home who only has to put his children to sleep.

The chilling feeling of oppression completely disappeared, and what was left was only the tenderness of a father and his helpless indulgence of his child.

He took her hand away from the keyboard and said to her softly, "Dad is at work, so don't touch the dishes."

She didn't know if she understood or not, but nodded and started to pull the buttons on his shirt.

Now he followed her.

He said in a calm voice: "Continue."

The meeting, which was difficult to restore to its previous serious atmosphere, was forced to continue.

Although he took care of her longer, the little one was not close to him. Except for being obedient when he fed her with milk powder, she would not allow him to hold her at other times.

She turns up her lips when I hug her.

He was very well behaved in Song Wanyue's arms. He looked at her with a pair of round, shiny black eyes and smiled foolishly with his mouth open. He had not yet grown any teeth.

Song Wanyue liked to tease her and pinched her little nose with her hand: "Zhiwan, call mommy."

She couldn't speak yet and could only giggle. Sometimes Song Wanyue praised her for being cute: "How come our little girl is so cute."

She didn't know if she understood or what, but she buried her face in her arms and refused to come out.

Like being shy.

Duan Baiting watched from the side and said softly, "Who does she look like? It shouldn't be you."

Although Song Wanyue was slow, she was particularly sensitive in this regard.

She frowned and curled her lips: "What are you talking about."

Duan Baiting reached out and pinched her face, and asked her: "If someone praised you for being cute, would you be shy?"

No, she would just think that the other person had good taste.

"Then try to praise me and see if I will be shy."

He raised the corners of his lips, reached out to cover the little guy's eyes, and lowered his head to kiss him.

The unexpected kiss left Song Wanyue stunned for a while.

He left her lips, pressed his forehead against hers, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "You've always been cute."

Before Song Wanyue had time to feel whether she was shy or not, the kiss continued.

After it was over, Song Wanyue, panting, returned to the question she had just asked.

"Since she is praised for being cute and shy and not like me, then who does she look like?"

Duan Baiting did not answer.

Song Wanyue smiled, moved closer to him, and said in a sweet and coquettish voice: "Tingting, you are so cute."

He looked indifferent, but his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Song Wanyue reached out to poke, as if she had discovered a new world: "It turns out that your Adam's apple moves when you are shy."

Duan Baiting: "..."

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Duan Baiting had been on vacation for most of half a year and stayed at home to take care of Song Wanyue's food and daily life. He didn't let the nanny take over until she had fully recovered.

There was too much work piled up and I had to deal with it. During those days, I often stayed in one country for a while and then in another country for a while.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that I contact Song Wanyue every day, whether it is sending messages, making phone calls, or having a video call every day.

Song Wanyue felt like she was completing a mission, so she said, "Why don't we stop fighting tomorrow."

Duan Baiting didn't say anything, just nodded and stopped talking.

It was also because of this incident that he became upset, which was rare. Song Wanyue could only coax him and said she was sorry for having said the wrong thing accidentally.

He still nodded and said it was okay.

He seemed to be quite magnanimous, but his eyes were indifferent and his voice was flat without any fluctuation.

The words "he's still angry" were almost written on his face.

Song Wanyue could only continue to coax him until he was happy.

Duan Baiting asked her again: "Will you call me tomorrow?"

She immediately replied: "Of course I will! I will suffer from insomnia if I can't hear your voice."

He nodded calmly, but the uncontrollable curve of his lips still exposed his current emotions.