He told the special assistant to call the doctor.

The special assistant nodded: "Okay, Mr. Duan." ”

Song Wanyue, who was leaning on his arms, was unable to speak.

The voice was too small for Duan Baiting to hear clearly, he lowered his head and approached her lips: "What?" ”

Song Wanyue shook her head: "I can ......"

Duan Baiting was patient enough, worried that she would not breathe well, and loosened the buttons of her shirt twice: "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry." ”

Floor displays above elevator doors, numbers are slowly rising.

It's unusually quiet at this time.

Song Wanyue let out a breath of fresh air.

"Can I touch your ass. Your pectoral muscles feel familiar, a bit like my husband, I want to make sure. She spoke wildly, but she was serious.

Duan Baiting: "......"

The special assistant had already secretly turned his back and stood facing the car wall, pinching his thigh with his hand before he could hold back his laughter.

Duan Baiting's temples twitched slightly: "Drinking?" ”

was rejected, she was quite unhappy, and raised her hand angrily to press the door button: "If you don't give it, you won't give it, and you're laughing to death." Actually, I didn't really want to touch it, do you really think I care? I deliberately tease you, and your pectoral muscles are just like that, and it's not that special. ”

Duan Baiting just three words made her break the defense.

In order to keep this job, the special assistant quickly pinched his leg and held back tears.

to control the laughter that had slid to his mouth.

After the elevator door opened, Song Wanyue only took two steps before being carried back by Duan Baiting with one hand.

He had a headache, but he only whispered, "Don't run around." ”

Song Wanyue was pressed in place by him, unable to move.

Seconds later, the elevator stopped on the upper floor, and he carried her out like a chick.

The room card opened the door, and Song Wanyue leaned against the wall and refused to go in: "Who knows what you are going to do to me." ”

It's going to be full of vigilance.

Duan Baiting asked her to take a good look at who she was.

At this time, there were only two of them in the quiet corridor.

On the opposite wall is a huge oil painting, depicting swirls in brilliant colors, and your scalp will tingle if you look at it for a few more seconds.

Song Wanyue blinked: "Duan Baiting? ”

Since you can recognize who he is, it means that it is not too serious.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The brightly lit living room is located on the upper floors of the hotel and overlooks the night view from floor-to-ceiling windows.

The lights of the entire city are as dazzling as starlight.

Song Wanyue still refused to go in, and made up casually: "My husband is not as stingy as you, no matter where he is, he will touch me casually." ”

"......" Duan Baiting sighed, and finally compromised, "I'll let you touch it." Go in first, go inside. ”

Chapter 11

finally coaxed people back to the room, and Song Wanyue vomited as soon as she entered the door.

I didn't eat anything all day today, except for the two glasses of coconut water I just drank.

All that comes out is water.

She had a terrible headache and was dizzy.

The thermostatic system had already started to operate, and Duan Baiting's cleanliness habit made him frown at this moment.

But he didn't push her away from the filth.

Instead, he took off her dirty coat and helped her to the couch to lie down.

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Song Wanyue slept dizzily, but her consciousness was slightly clear.

The sleep was extremely short, and it was only about half an hour.

When she opened her eyes on the sofa, she saw that she was covered with a woolen blanket and a fever-reducing patch on her forehead.

The living room of the presidential suite is very large, and the style is simple and gray-white, so it looks a little empty.

In the kitchen, Duan Baiting's coat had been taken off.

The gray suit vest with a white shirt has the gentleness and elegance of an English gentleman.

From Song Wanyue's point of view, it is particularly clear.

Narrow waist, flat straight broad shoulders.

Even the shirt was haute couture in London's Saffle Street, with the cuffs pulled up to the forearms and black armbands tied to the arms.

looks high, but does things that don't fit his identity.

One hand is copied in the pocket of the trousers, and the spoon is gently stirred in the casserole.

Cooking porridge has a pleasing sense of calmness.

I can even cook.

It made Song Wanyue a little surprised.

"Lie down and don't throw up again."

He didn't look back, but he knew she was awake.

The cold voice made Song Wanyue's heart shrink slightly, and she felt a little weak.

Sure enough, I disliked her.

Miss Song has a good face, and she can't continue to lie back at this time by pretending that nothing happened.

Looking half-asleep and half-awake, he walked into the kitchen.

Duan Baiting turned off the fire and lowered his eyes to look at her.

Song Wanyue was awake, but she was still uncomfortable, her nose was slightly red, but her face was pale.

At this time, the corners of his eyes drooped, like a wronged Ragdoll cat.

From beginning to end, the whole person exudes a sense of vulnerability that wants to win the attention of the owner.

She leaned into Duan Baiting's arms, trying to make him forget everything that had just happened by being coquettish and pretending to be pitiful.

"It's still uncomfortable."

The voice is delicate, and there is a faint crying tone.

About pretending to be pitiful worked.

Duan Baiting didn't push her away, but instead held her shoulders and took her away from the cooking table.

Prevent smoke from the heat in the casserole.

She had always been restless, her head rubbing against his chest and her hands groping everywhere.

Duan Baiting's naturally cold eyes showed a little faint ridicule: "Is it okay for anyone?" ”

She looked up in confusion: "What? ”

The peach blossom eyes were still hazy, and the cherry lips finally regained a little blood, at least they weren't as scary as they were just now.

The whole person exudes a sense of innocence.

She is good at how to make the most of her strengths.

Duan Baiting looked away and stopped looking at her.

Just confirmed with her in a deep voice: "Do you know who I am?" ”

Song Wanyue felt that he was asking inexplicably: "Of course I know." You are Duan Baiting, my husband. ”

His face was a little better, but it was still the same cold appearance that didn't have many ups and downs.

Quite disgusted, he took her away with his hand: "Go take a shower." ”

Song Wanyue lowered her head and sniffed on herself, and there was indeed a faint sour smell of vomit.

Even she disliked herself, and nodded obediently: "Oh." ”

After taking two steps, she leaned on the door frame and reminded him: "Put some sugar in the porridge, I don't like to eat white porridge." ”

The eldest lady has tricky tastes and has many requirements.

Duan Baiting ignored her, turned around, and turned on the fire.

She pursed her lips and complained in her heart that he was not considerate at all.

After taking a shower, the porridge was ready, and it was served on the dining table in the dining room.

Duan Baiting didn't put sugar, but added some red dates to it.

Song Wanyue was wearing Duan Baiting's shirt, which she had just turned out of the closet.

The hem covered her thighs.

The cuffs were rolled up several times before the hands could be seen.

The boyfriend style outfit that has been very popular on the Internet recently, this is the most authentic.

After Duan Baiting made a supper for her, he turned on the computer and continued to work.

There was a stone table between the two, and Song Wanyue sat on a chair and drank porridge, looking up at him from time to time.