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If there is a time when Song Wanyue's sweet words are ineffective, it is probably now.

Duan Baiting focused on his work and was not affected by her at all. Song Wanyue racked her brains but couldn't think of a better solution.

This person rarely gets angry and his emotions are as stable as a robot.

But once he gets angry, he is extremely stable. Stay in a stable angry state.

The problem is, even if he gets angry, it doesn't affect anyone, and there's nothing unusual on his face.

Duan Baiting is definitely not the kind of childish man who would play the Cold War game.

He will respond to normal conversations and exchanges.

But if you ask him if he has calmed down, he will go back to being silent.

It was as if there was an automatic blocking device on him, and all words related to this aspect were automatically blocked.

Song Wanyue was not in a hurry either. After spending a long time with him, you will naturally figure out his patterns and know what he likes.

The study was very quiet, with only the occasional sound of keyboard tapping. Duan Baiting was wearing glasses, and through the lenses, his eyes were as calm as ever.

Song Wanyue opened the door and went out.

The hand moving the mouse stopped, and the man finally had a reaction other than work.

——Looking up in the direction she left.

Until her back completely disappeared outside the door, he calmly withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyelashes, and his expression withdrew from the indifference that he had controlled freely.

There is a subtle loneliness.

He took off his glasses and pressed his eyebrows.

-Song

Wanyue took out the ready-made dumplings from the refrigerator, waited for them to thaw, and put them in a pot to cook.

My mother packed these and brought them here when she came to visit Zhiwan in Beicheng last time.

Zhiwan, like Song Wanyue, likes to eat dumplings stuffed with fresh shrimp and crab roe. So my mother always packs a lot every time.

Aunt Qin saw her busy in the kitchen, wiped her hands and came in: "Are you hungry?"

Song Wanyue shook her head and took out the cooked dumplings one by one: "I cooked them for Duan Baiting."

Aunt Qin was a little surprised: "Didn't you have dinner when you came back? I remember he doesn't have the habit of eating midnight snacks."

Song Wanyue felt a little guilty.

He really didn't have the habit of having midnight snacks, so I went to the trouble of cooking these dumplings just to help him calm down.

But this cannot be said directly, so one can only beat around the bush and avoid the question.

"That's why I want to eat it, so just cook a little more." She didn't take out all of it, and left half in the pot for Aunt Qin.

I carried the cooked dumplings upstairs and knocked on the study door. As expected, there was no response.

Song Wanyue pushed the door open without permission.

There was no one in front of the computer. She was stunned for a moment and stood there at a loss.

She was on the first floor just now, and if Duan Baiting went out, she would definitely notice it.

Then where else could he go if not in the study? Back to his room?

Just as Song Wanyue was about to turn around and head to the bedroom, a man came over from the corner of the corridor in front of her after answering the phone.

After seeing Song Wanyue, he paused. Without saying anything, he walked past her without even looking at her.

Song Wanyue had a headache. Why did she have to make this person angry?

The level of difficulty in appeasing is world-class.

She sighed helplessly, then put on her impeccable signature sweet smile again.

She took the bowl of dumplings and placed it on the table.

"These are the dumplings I cooked for you myself. You'll have energy to work after eating them."

Duan Baiting put on his glasses unmoved: "Thank you, I'm not hungry."

He was so polite that it was awkward.

He seemed to have a cold and distant attitude.

But if Song Wanyue really left, his resentment would surely multiply a hundred times on its existing basis.

Usually steady and reliable, with a strong sense of security. Only in this aspect is it so childish that it makes people feel the contrast.

Song Wanyue regarded this as a sweet burden.

How cute. It would be boring if we were always so rigid and serious.

He pushed up his glasses which had slipped slightly when he lowered his head, and moved the mouse with his right hand, flipping through the electronic files sorted out by Secretary Qin.

Song Wanyue pretended to touch his hand: "I just realized that your fingers are so long, no wonder you can usually... poke so deep."

Duan Baiting paused, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of her words or her actions.

Song Wanyue measured the length of his fingers one by one: "They are so much longer than mine, and your palms are so big. Your skin is so good and white. Do you usually apply hand cream, or is it natural?"

Duan Baiting frowned slightly and pulled his hand away from her palm.

"What do you want to say?"

Song Wanyue curled her lips: "You won't even let me touch you twice. You're so stingy."

Duan Baiting knew that her purpose was not just to touch him twice.

"If you have nothing to do, go and have a rest first."

Does he think she is disturbing his work?

Song Wanyue sighed. She had learned all that on the Internet, and those seductive methods were not suitable for her.

It was clumsy and greasy, Duan Baiting could see through it at a glance.

If she really followed his advice and took a rest, it would be a long time before she could expect him to calm down.

Song Wanyue took the wireless mouse from the desk and handed him the chopsticks.

"I cooked it especially for you."

Duan Baiting looked at the dumplings without saying anything or picking up his chopsticks.

Song Wanyue picked one up and fed it to his mouth: "The most considerate, virtuous and amiable husband in the world, eat one, just one, and I won't bother you anymore after you finish this."

She had grown in age and experience, both before and after marriage. Everything else has remained the same.

Poor acting, exaggerated speech.

Duan Baiting doesn't need her to make any big changes. It's fine as it is now.

But he couldn't say the words. Due to their character, human beings are naturally contradictory.

For example, at this moment, his anger has actually subsided, but seeing her like this, he always wants to listen for a while longer.

After taking a look at the dumpling that was being fed to him, he finally did as she wished and took a bite.

Song Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief and forcedly added, "These are reconciliation dumplings. Since you have eaten them, it means you are not angry anymore. Let's reconcile."

Duan Baiting: "..."

Reconciliation dumplings?

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If dumplings can be used as a medium for reconciliation, then marshmallows should have the same effect.

Duan Baiting went to the roadside stall in front and bought a marshmallow.

It is white and fluffy, and feels like a cloud in your hand.

In fact, there are many types, including various colorful cartoon characters. But those flavors and colors don't look healthy. White sugar is Duan Baiting's last bottom line.

Duan Zhiwan did not appreciate his kindness. Even if she bowed to Cotton Candy, it did not mean that she bowed to Duan Baiting.

"I'm still angry. Dad, don't think I'll forgive you so quickly."

The little guy raised his chin and spoke in a proud tone, but he couldn't help but secretly take a bite of the marshmallow.

Duan Baiting smiled helplessly, but at least he was willing to talk to him.

When we got home, she was already asleep. There was only a bare bamboo stick left in her hand, and she had already eaten all the marshmallow on it.

My hands and mouth were covered in sticky syrup.

Duan Baiting moved gently and carefully. He unbuckled the seat belt that was across her body and got out of the car carrying the sleeping little one.

Song Wanyue was on a business trip those days and was not at home. Duan Baiting counted the days. Every day that Song Wanyue was gone was a sign of how many days his daughter had ignored him.

"It's your own fault, you should solve it yourself."

She gloated over other people's misfortune and watched the fire from the other side of the river.

Duan Baiting has a headache.

He can handle any difficult problem at work with ease, but in this aspect, he often feels helpless.

After thinking it over again and again, I opened the search bar on my computer.

——How to comfort my angry daughter.

A series of related answers pop up below.

——Send gifts. Girls all like castles and princesses, pink dresses, and sparkly hairpins. Women like to receive gifts at any stage. If it doesn't work, just give money. Money is always omnipotent.

Song Wanyue bought a lot of these things for her. And she is too young and has no concept of money. In her eyes, there is no difference between money and waste paper.

——Of course, I take her to eat delicious food, such as fried chicken, milk tea, ice cream, and all the things she is not allowed to eat normally. Besides, children don't hold grudges. They usually forget about them after a good night's sleep and when they wake up the next day.

Don't bear grudges? It's been almost a week.

——Kneel down and kowtow to her, crying and begging for her forgiveness.

......---- Duan Zhiwan's anger was finally completely eliminated on the seventh day

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Because Song Wanyue had finished her business trip and came back.

Duan Baiting drove to the airport to pick her up, arriving an hour early. As the plane was delayed, as soon as they got home, Duan Zhiwan ran out and acted coquettishly, asking her to hug him.

Song Wanyue squatted down and hugged her, rubbing her face against hers: "Is Zhiwan well behaved at home?"

The little girl exuded a smell of milk: "Yes, I am well behaved. Mom, I miss you so much."

Song Wanyue pinched her face: "Mom misses you too."

Duan Baiting came in dragging a suitcase. Song Wanyue looked back and asked Duan Zhiwan with a smile: "Are you still angry with Dad?"

Duan Zhiwan shook his head: "No. Zhiwan is very obedient." Duan

Baiting's efforts for a week without any results were solved by Song Wanyue's words.

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Although Duan Zhiwan and Duan Baiting are very similar in terms of sulking.

But when she gets willful sometimes, she is just a copy and paste version of Song Wanyue.

When I was five years old, I planned to run away from home for the first time. I went out holding my lop-eared rabbit doll and carrying a school bag with only a water cup in it.

Duan Baiting followed her slowly and did not stop her.

Watch her encounter the first difficulty of running away from home.

--crossroads.

The little guy was hesitant, not knowing whether to go left or right.

"There is a cake shop on the left and the station on the right. But you are still a child and no one will sell you a ticket without an ID card."

Duan Baiting not only did not stop him, but also gave him a considerate reminder.

When it comes to being willful, she is just like her mother.

This time he didn't say anything and just hugged the doll tightly.

Duan Baiting walked over with a smile and took the schoolbag off her shoulder: "The cake shop has chestnut brownies today, do you want some?"

The mini version of Song Wanyue tried to express with her actions that she was still angry, but the saliva flowing from the corners of her mouth was very honest.

"Yes."