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Originally, they were supposed to go together, but Song Wanyue received a call from the law firm at the last minute. The last case she took over, the client attempted suicide and is now in the hospital.

Song Wanyue has to go there.

She looked at Duan Baiting with concern: "Can you do it alone?"

Duan Baiting called Secretary Qin and asked her to cancel all future appointments and reschedule them to tomorrow.

"Well. Don't worry, just concentrate on your work."

Song Wanyue looked worried: "When the time comes, just say it nicely, don't use violence."

Duan Baiting laughed for a moment: "When have you ever seen me use violence?"

"I'm just afraid." She muttered softly, thinking of when she was a child, she was too naughty and made her father, who always doted on her, so angry that he almost went to the hospital.

It seems that Zhiwan inherited this aspect from her.

Duan Baiting asked the driver to take her back to the law firm, and stood by the car door to close it for her.

Song Wanyue lowered the car window and stuck her head out: "If you have anything to say, just say it nicely and don't scare the child."

He nodded: "If you encounter anything difficult and hard to deal with, remember to call me."

"Got it."

After she retracted her head back into the car, Duan Baiting glanced at the driver in the driver's seat and said calmly: "Let's go."

The black business Maybach drove into the main road, and Duan Baiting looked down at his watch.

There is only half an hour left before the appointment with the teacher. He drove to the kindergarten by himself.

It's still break time, school hasn't ended yet, and the children are all in their respective classrooms.

Inside the office, Duan Zhiwan was wearing a kindergarten uniform, sitting on a chair with his head down, his two short legs hanging in the air.

Remain quiet throughout the process.

Next to her was a little boy being coaxed softly by a young woman.

He looked about the same age as Duan Zhiwan, and his eyes were slightly red and swollen, obviously he had just cried.

Duan Baiting suddenly had a headache.

When the teacher saw the person coming, he stood up and walked over: "Zhiwan's father, I'm really sorry to ask you to come here in your busy schedule."

He shook his head and spoke politely: "It's my Zhiwan who has caused you trouble."

When Duan Zhiwan heard the voice, he only dared to look up at him secretly, and then quickly lowered his head.

Duan Baiting didn't say anything.

The teacher briefly recounted what happened to him: "They were sitting together during break, and Xiaoyi was scared by the spider in her pocket."

Duan Baiting frowned slightly and looked at Duan Zhiwan: "Spider?"

Duan Zhiwan pointed outside the window: "It ran away."

He walked over to her and squatted, his eyes a little stern: "Where did it come from?"

She pursed her lips: "I caught it myself."

His breathing was a little dull, and he didn't continue to ask about her catching the spider: "Why did you use a spider to scare your classmates?"

The little boy came over tremblingly and explained for her: "Uncle, she didn't scare me. I wanted to see it, so she... Don't blame her, it's my fault, I'm too timid." The

woman who had been with him stood up and came over, saying softly: "Today's incident is actually not that serious. It's just a play between children."

It was the kindergarten teacher who felt it necessary to notify the parents of both parties. After all, it was unclear whether the spider was poisonous or not.

The final outcome was that Duan Zhiwan apologized to the students who were frightened and crying at the reminder of Duan Baiting.

Because he was worried, Duan Baiting took Duan Zhiwan to the hospital for a check-up. Worried about spiders being poisonous.

Fortunately, it's nothing serious.

On the way home, Duan Zhiwan didn't say a word. Duan Baiting called her name several times, but she pretended not to hear.

Duan Baiting is actually not a very gentle and kind father. After all, the other person in the family is very obedient to the child, even to the point of doting on him.

Everything requires a balance. If he continues to indulge himself, more than just what happened today will happen.

Duan Baiting parked the car on the side of the road. The roadside stalls were all set up at night and it was very lively.

He turned sideways and called her again.

"Duan Zhiwan."

Duan Zhiwan closed his eyes, covered his ears and ignored him.

Duan Baiting was helpless. He felt a bit of a headache, but also wanted to laugh.

I don't know who she looks like. Although he is young, he is emotionally stable and rarely gets angry.

But once he gets angry, it's hard to appease him.

Duan Baiting gently took away her hands that were covering her ears and said, "If Daddy makes you angry, Daddy apologizes to you. I'm sorry."

Duan Zhiwan's eyelashes moved, but she still ignored him.

Duan Baiting opened the car door, got out and walked to the back seat.

"There's a marshmallow seller up ahead. Daddy's going to buy some for you. What flavor do you want?"

Duan Zhiwan's eyelashes trembled even more violently.

She inherited Song Wanyue's taste for sweets.

But usually Duan Baiting was afraid that she would get cavities, so she ate even less.

Not to mention Duan Zhiwan, even Song Wanyue was forbidden to eat sweets.

Last month, her toothache recurred, so Duan Baiting took her to Shang Heng's hospital to have her cavities filled.

Shang Heng took off his mask, smiled with a ruffian look, and reminded Song Wanyue: "Don't eat sweets in the future. Otherwise, we will have to see each other every now and then."

Song Wanyue rolled her eyes at him mercilessly.

On the way back, Song Wanyue said to Duan Baiting: "He must be taking revenge on me, revenge on me for ruining his plan to pick up hot girls in the bar last time."

Duan Baiting broke away from the silence: "When did it happen?"

How could he not know.

Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Song Wanyue avoided her gaze and smiled guiltily, trying to get away with it by being vague: "It was...last time. I didn't expect to meet him outside the hospital."

Obviously, Duan Baiting was not the kind of person who could be fooled easily. His point was very clear: "I mean, you went to the bar. When did that happen?"

Song Wanyue forced herself to be confident: "I'm an adult, it's normal for me to go to the bar. Does this also require your permission?"

Duan Baiting shook his head, but did not deny the rationality of her words.

But to say I don't care would be a lie.

"Did you go there by yourself?" He tried to make his tone sound more natural, as if he was just asking casually following what she had just said.

Song Wanyue shook her head: "No, there are a few colleagues."

She noticed his expression and saw that he was just concentrating on driving.

After hearing her answer, I had no intention of asking further questions.

Suddenly, a bad idea to play a prank arose in my mind.

Duan Baiting is a reserved person who will never honestly show his truest side unless he is provoked.

Song Wanyue pretended to be embarrassed: "I seldom go to bars, but here there were so many people trying to chat me up. And I was embarrassed to refuse with so many people around. But there were a few who were quite handsome and young. The youngest was only nineteen years old, and he called me sister."

Song Wanyue originally just wanted to tease Duan Baiting, but ended up getting herself excited.

"He and I are from the same school, even the same major. His hometown is in the north city, and he ran into me on the first day he came back from vacation. And then..."

Duan Baiting, who was quiet throughout the whole process, stopped the car and even chose a secluded intersection.

There are few vehicles passing by.

Not to mention any human figures, there wasn't even a street light.

The surrounding green belts appear even more bleak.

Because of this pause, Song Wanyue was stunned and even forgot the words she had just said halfway.

She just looked at Duan Baiting.

The latter slowly took out his glasses and put them on, and even turned on the interior lights to give each other a wider and brighter view.

It's rare to see him take something so seriously outside of work.

Song Wanyue was even more confused.

He looked at her calmly and asked with a smile, "Then what?"

"......Ah?"

She seemed to have forgotten what she was saying because of this little episode. Duan Baiting very considerately gave a synopsis of what happened: "He said that he met you on the first day he returned to his hometown, and then he said something else."

This...

how come this is different from the expected subsequent development?

Shouldn't he be jealous and angry?

How...why is it so calm?

Song Wanyue laughed dryly: "Then...then we just chatted casually."

"Really." He smiled too, "We just chatted casually."

The air conditioner was on in the car, but Song Wanyue felt that her back was sweating.

What have we talked about? What else can we talk about? When she came back, she deleted that person directly.

At that time, I saw that he had so many friends around him and he had an introverted and socially anxious face. I was worried that if I rejected him directly in such a place, he would be laughed at by his friends.

That's why Song Wanyue took out her phone and added him as a friend.

But after leaving the bar, she deleted him directly.

But now that the pressure has been put on, there is no reason to take it back.

I can only grit my teeth and continue pretending.

"Nothing...nothing much. We just chatted casually, just...some little things, nothing memorable."

Duan Baiting nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so."

His voice was light, but his tone was calm.

But the calmer it was, the more Song Wanyue felt like it was the calm before the storm, and the fear of the unknown frightened her.

Or you can just come clean and tell him that you didn't talk about anything and deleted him as soon as you left the bar.

But surrendering so quickly is a bit too cowardly.

Miss Song, who is very concerned about her reputation, is still immersed in the struggle of saving face. Duan Baiting has already driven back home. No one said a word along the way, and because of the silence, Song Wanyue didn't come to her senses until the car drove into the yard.

I arrived home without realizing it.

Duan Baiting had already gotten out of the car.

Looking at his back, Song Wanyue resigned herself to following him.

Why did she have to be so mean and act so pretentiously? In the end, she really made the other person jealous, and she had to go and coax him herself.

"I'm wrong, really wrong. I lied to you just now. I agreed to his friend request for less than ten minutes, and then I deleted him. Apart from the hello message he sent me, we didn't talk about anything else."

Duan Baiting ignored her, turned on the computer, and called Secretary Qin to ask her if she had sorted out the content of today's meeting.

The other end should have given a confirming answer. He said a short, low "hmm" and hung up the phone. The other party quickly sent the information to him via email.

Being ignored, Song Wanyue lowered her head and sighed.

She simply dragged a chair over and sat down next to him, rubbing his shoulders and beating his legs: "Are you really angry? Baby, pay attention to me."

Duan Baiting put on his glasses and browsed through the plan simulations. It seems that he is not affected at all by the "obstacle" beside him. Concentrate fully on your work.

"I really didn't talk about anything." Song Wanyue wanted to cry, "I couldn't even see what he looked like, the lights were so dim. Apart from his nice voice, I..."

The man who had no reaction throughout the whole time suddenly stopped moving the mouse when he heard the second half of her sentence.