Therefore, in such a long life, she will always like Duan Baiting.

Shizuka always has some prejudice against Duan Baiting, and the prejudice here certainly doesn't come from hating him as a person.

Rather, it was her visceral resistance to marriage.

And she is also the only party who knows Song Wan's first love.

In her opinion, Duan Baiting is a wicked person who beats mandarin ducks.

"But how can you force it if you like it?"

"Not reluctantly."

She looked serious.

He seems to have a bad reputation, and even her best friends don't like him.

But he was obviously not very bad, and even if he lacked patience, he could be patient to coax her in the face of her tears.

When she was told by her family that she was married, Song Wanyue cried for two days, and her eyes were almost blind from crying.

The name Duan Baiting is similar to the policemen and doctors who are often used in the family to scare children.

In Song Wanyue's view, he was undoubtedly equated with a demon.

The Duan family has a bunch of bloody debts, and rumors have linked it to the supernatural.

Ten years ago, in the inheritance competition, some people said that Old Man Duan was forced to die.

There was such an uproar, and in the end, he was killed out of the encirclement by a junior.

Therefore, malicious speculation about Duan Baiting is even more overwhelming.

can go to the end , how can it be possible without a little means and ruthlessness .

Song Wanyue had always been afraid of him before this.

It was later in the course of getting along that she realized that he wasn't actually what he was as it was out there.

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After meeting Shizuka, Song Wanyue returned home, and the living room was empty.

She wondered where everyone had gone.

Once you've changed your shoes, reach out and turn the light on. Then he walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, and drank it as he walked upstairs.

The temperature has been low lately, it has snowed a few days ago, and the heating in the house is a little too hot.

Back in her room, she didn't even have time to turn on the lights and couldn't wait to undress.

It was only a moment before I started sweating.

She took off her scarf, took off her coat, and went back to her sweater.

There is only a thin base left.

Wet with sweat, it sticks to the body.

As she walked to the closet to get her pajamas, she heard a man's cough in the room.

Song Wanyue stopped her movements and turned her head to take a look.

Although the lights are not on, the visibility is not low.

This will allow the eyes to adjust to the darkness and be able to see more clearly.

The man on the bed sat up.

It wasn't too late, it was only eight o'clock, but judging by the way he looked, he should have slept for a while.

Song Wanyue went over and turned on the light.

On the bed, Duan Baiting sat up, and the quilt slid to his waist. He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

When I opened my eyes again, I still had the faint tiredness that I had just woken up.

Song Wanyue didn't know when she woke him up, when she pushed open the door, or when she was undressed.

She was stunned, still holding a wooden hanger for hanging pajamas in her hand: "Yes...... Sorry to wake you up. ”

"It's fine." His voice was a little hoarse, and he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "It's time to wake up." ”

He unbuttoned his pajamas and walked over.

The wardrobes of the two are separate, but next to each other.

Song Wanyue has a separate cloakroom, where only some of the daily wear is placed.

Duan Baiting didn't plan to avoid suspicion or avoid her.

After taking off your pajamas, throw them on the couch next to you and take out your shirt and change it in.

Song Wanyue, on the other hand, was still standing there, motionless.

Duan Baiting lowered his head and put his tie on the collar of his shirt.

Before he could make a move, Song Wanyue put down the pajamas in her hand, went over without saying a word, walked up to him, and silently tied his tie for him.

She actually doesn't know how to do it, she tied it to her father when she was a child, and her mother guided her.

It's all conniving, so even if the Windsor knot she ties is ugly, all she gets is praise.

It's been a long time since I've done it, and it's even more jerky than before.

I don't know if it's going down or up.

Hesitant, as if competing with a tie, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

Perhaps she couldn't stand it, Duan Baiting took her hand and put her fingers in the right place.

"Left." Hands-on teaching.

Hearing the sound of imminent sounds, the hoarseness of the first awakening gradually faded, and now there was a more muffled magnetism.

Song Wanyue obediently changed direction.

"Turn it over."

She let out a soft "oh" and flipped her left tie over.

"Fold it in."

Narrowly folded in, and a decent Windsor knot was tied.

It's still a bit ugly, though.

Song Wanyue's weak heart pushed the bow tie up and took a step back.

Look at the overall effect.

Sure enough, it's a bit ugly.

Just as she was thinking about whether to dismantle it and tie it again, Duan Baiting thanked her.

The tone was very light.

He took out his coat and closed the cabinet door.

Seeing that he was going out again, Song Wanyue sniffed, and an inexplicable sourness welled up.

"Are you going to do this to me all the time?"

Her voice was very soft, not as delicate as usual, only boundless loss.

As if muttering to himself.

In the empty room, it is very clear.

She lowered her gaze, daring only to look at the pair of indoor slippers on her feet.

She didn't like this, and she didn't like Duan Baiting's politeness and politeness to her.

She would rather he lose his temper at her than be tepid like he is now.

Duan Baiting's back stopped, and after a moment, he turned his head and looked at her.

Song Wanyue still lowered her head, but her voice became smaller and smaller.

"I'm prone to fragmentation when I'm drunk, so I'm afraid I'll say something bad, and I'm afraid you'll take it seriously, so ......" She pursed her lips and raised her eyes, desperately trying to hold back her tears, but she still underestimated her overdeveloped tear glands, tears poured out, and her voice was shattered by crying.

Today, Aunt Qin went to the hospital for a physical examination, Xiaohuan accompanied her, and there was no one else at home.

It was quiet, only her sobs could be heard.

He was also wearing a sweat-soaked undershirt that was attached to his body, and his chest was heaving violently.

It looked extremely pitiful, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"Crying like this, I thought I had done such a heinous thing."

Duan Baiting turned back, bent down, and gently wiped away her tears.

Song Wanyue's eyes were red, and her nose was also red.

Just look up and look at him.

She was even more aggrieved: "You were already ...... Ten evils...... Heinous. ”

Choked up so that he couldn't even say a word.

It was as if the tears could not be wiped away.

I started crying endlessly, and I couldn't stop for a while.

Duan Baiting stopped his movements and followed her words and asked, "Tell me what I have done." ”

Once Song Wanyue started crying, her tears were like opening the floodgates, and even she couldn't take them back.

She moved closer to him, her forehead resting lightly against his chest.

The extra weight made Duan Baiting raise his eyebrows slightly, and the mood in his eyes changed for a moment.

In the silent bedroom, she whispered to him: "You have ...... the last time Don't hug me anymore. ”

Duan Baiting suddenly wanted to light a cigarette.