There is an ashtray next to it.

He spoke English a little differently than usual, and the ease of relaxation made the coldness on his body dissipate a little.

It's more of that gentle and elegant gentleman's feeling.

Dusting off the ashes of his cigarette with his slender fingers, he chuckled, "sure." ”

The afterglow was just lingering on the door, and he looked up.

Song Wanyue was waiting there for food.

He looked at her whitened fingers strangled by the handle of the plastic bag, crushed the cigar, and placed the ashtray in the distance.

The air purification system in the office was on all day, and the faint smell of smoke quickly dissipated.

Song Wanyue was still honestly waiting for his orders there.

Duan Baiting pointed inside with his hand and motioned for her to go in first.

It was Duan Baiting's lounge.

It's better to be able to eat in it than to go back to your desk to eat.

Song Wanyue didn't struggle at all, and obediently carried the meal in.

I was so hungry that my chest was close to my back, and after putting Duan Baiting's share aside, I was ready to feast.

In the past, at home, her parents were strict, and she was not allowed to touch unhealthy food like McDonald's.

Now that I finally left home and left the sight of my parents, I can finally eat whatever I want without any scruples.

Before eating, she carefully scrubbed her hands with disinfectant tissues, and then opened the lunch box.

Along with the lunch box, there is also the door to the lounge.

Duan Baiting finished answering the phone, and the coat on his body had already been taken off.

The dark gray shirt was even more cold and noble, making his whole person look unattainable.

Song Wanyue shouted that the voice is always good.

Unlike the seriousness in the office, the current tone is deliberately a little flirtatious.

She has a face that is so beautiful that it is harmless to humans and animals, charming but not vulgar, lustful but not demonic.

People also like to stare directly into each other's eyes.

She knows where her strengths lie, and she knows how to play to them.

In the past, if someone was looked at like this by her, they would blush and hastily look away if they couldn't hold on for ten seconds.

Duan Baiting was fine, calmly met her gaze, and gave her advice: "If your eyes are dry, you can put some eye drops, I have them in my drawer." ”

The smile on Song Wanyue's face froze for a few moments, and then gritted her teeth and thanked him.

"Thank you Mr. Duan for your kindness!"

The corners of Duan Baiting's lips pulled up an imperceptible arc, and he lowered his head to clean up the mess after work.

Song Wanyue ordered him a nice salad at the French restaurant downstairs.

Duan Baiting has no appetite, which is completely different from Song Wanyue.

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He glanced at the fast food in front of Song Wanyue, and frowned slightly: "This is your lunch?" ”

Song Wanyue was a little weak-hearted.

Her family usually forbids her to eat these unhealthy fast foods.

Just thinking that it was hard to escape from my parents' sight, I forgot that there was still a Duan Baiting.

He doesn't want to be an eyeliner for her parents, does he?

Ma Bao girl Song Wanyue clenched the chicken nugget that had just been dipped in sauce in her hand a little cramped.

"I ...... I just smell it, I order a salad, I eat that. ”

She put the chicken nuggets back in the box aggrievedly, tears almost streaming down her face.

Seeing her like this, Duan Baiting stopped what he was about to say.

His expression was relaxed: "It's easy to get thirsty if you eat too much fried chicken, I'll ask Qin Mi to pour you a glass of water." ”

Song Wanyue was stunned, it was a follow-up she hadn't expected.

He dialed the inside line of the president's office, and not long after, Qin Mi came in with two cups of brewed tea.

Seeing Song Wanyue in Duan Baiting's lounge, she was not the least surprised.

She brought the tea: "Miss Song, if you can't drink tea, I'll make you another cup of coffee." ”

Song Wanyue smelled the fragrance of tea: "No, I like to drink tea." Thank you. ”

Song Wanyue grew up in the south, and the tea culture in her hometown has a long history.

Because her grandmother loves to drink tea, Song Wanyue was familiar with it, and she also liked drinking tea.

She took a sip and thought it tasted good.

She asked Duan Baiting, "Where did you buy this tea?" ”

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes: "Like it?" ”

His tone of voice was always very light, and his voice did not rise or fall.

Grandpa said that such a person has a heavy mind, and the city government is also deep, and it is not easy to make deep friends.

But it was not easy to make a deep friendship, but grandpa still married her to him.

"I think my grandmother will like it and want to buy some for her old man."

She went to drink Coke after tea, and there were no taste taboos.

Duan Baiting's gaze lingered on Coke for a few seconds.

He withdrew his gaze and muttered.

"I'll have someone send it in a few days."

Song Wanyue suddenly understood why her mother was always envious of other people's sons-in-law before.

It seems that this is all right, and you can send some gifts to honor your elders every once in a while.

Song Wanyue has had no resistance to food since she was a child, and she wants to eat anything she sees.

Not being a picky eater is her greatest strength.

She looked at the nice salad in front of Duan Baiting and felt that it was quite delicious.

Her eyes were too straightforward, and she didn't have to open her mouth to know what she was thinking.

Duan Baiting pushed the bowl over.

Song Wanyue raised her eyes and bit the tip of her chopsticks: "You are ......"

He raised his chin slightly: "Don't eat?" ”

Song Wanyue was still a little embarrassed: "Are you full?" ”

Duan Baiting was concise and appalled, and put down his chopsticks: "Well, I'm full." ”

He wanted to tell her that he had moved it next to her, and that she could set it aside and eat the side of it.

But Song Wanyue picked up a piece of tuna and put it in her mouth.

Duan Baiting's eyes deepened, and in that place, his chopsticks had touched it.

Chapter 6

When I watch others eat it, I think it's delicious, and when I eat it, I think it's the same thing.

What makes salads special is that they are healthy, clean, and unpalatable.

After lunch, it was just time for the lunch break.

Song Wanyue got his permission to take a nap in his lounge.

Although the permission in her eyes is mainly a tacit consent.

She asked in her heart, but he didn't answer her, which means that he acquiesced.

Song Wanyue was lying on the spacious sofa, muttering that it was too cold.

It's a good president's lounge like a morgue.

Duan Baiting's eyes were colder than the temperature of the thermostat system.

Song Wanyue immediately closed her eyes and pretended not to see it.

The quality of her sleep was so good that she slept almost instantly.

I slept very peacefully and soundly.

The president's office is indeed no match for ordinary employees' offices, and the soundproof walls do not hear the slightest noise outside.

So when Song Wanyue woke up, it was already three hours later.

There are two hours left until the end of work.

She was instantly stunned.

How did you sleep so long in a nap.

Duan Baiting didn't know to call her.

She sat up and saw the blanket on her body, and the room was a little warmer.

The blanket of black cashmere, you can still vaguely smell the faint sandalwood that seems to be left on it.

Song Wanyue was stunned, lowered her head and sniffed closer.