Duan Baiting extinguished the smoke: "Not now. ”

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows, paused for a moment, and realized in his heart.

Is that just used to being a wife?

The smell of smoke on my body has dissipated little.

Duan Baiting turned back to the box, and when he passed by him, he patted him on the shoulder.

"No matter how endure, she is forgetful and does not hold grudges."

Chapter 31

Duan Baiting returned to the box, Song Wanyue and Yun Wei had finished chatting and sat there to eat quietly.

He glanced at her before taking his seat.

Sensing the sight, Song Wanyue raised her eyes and looked forward, still holding the handle of the spoon in her hand.

Duan Baiting dragged the chair on his side, and his tone was light, not an order: "Come here." ”

Song Wanyue silently swallowed the tofu brain in her mouth: "It's the same if I sit here, we can still see each other face to face, how good." ”

After saying that, he tilted his head and smiled at him.

Ten perfunctory.

Yunwei has been controlling her weight recently, and she will join the group next month, playing a landlord's maid who is not well fed and clothed.

With an iced Americano at hand, that's all she has for brunch.

After hearing this, Song Wanyue lowered her head in some shame and looked at the tofu brain in front of her.

Others lose weight is called weight loss, but themselves, at most, have a little bit of everything left, so as to achieve a psychological comfort.

Yun smiled and told her, "You have to eat normally, your body is important." I can't help it because of my work. ”

Song Wanyue was very coaxing, and her shame disappeared with one sentence, and she asked Yunwei with interest: "Is the next drama about to start filming?" ”

Yun Wei nodded: "I will join the group next month." ”

"What kind of theme is it?"

"Realism, talk about old Shanghai."

Song Wanyue didn't give up: "Is there a male protagonist?" ”

Seeing through her thoughts, Yun smiled: "Yes, Tan Dong." ”

A fifty-year-old actor with good acting skills and an old artist.

But just collecting these few can't be what she likes to read.

Song Wanyue, who only loves idol dramas full of handsome guys and beauties, lost interest, but still promised that when it was released, she would go to the charter show.

Yun smiled, didn't hold back, and still got started.

- pinched her fair and delicate cheeks.

"Thank you in advance."

The goose egg face of the little jasper, but the eyebrows and eyes are beautiful and bright.

neutralizes the strength of the facial features, and reduces the little family spirit brought by cuteness.

A face that is deeply favored by Nuwa.

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Leaving from Desheng Building, Song Wanyue was entangled with Yunwei throughout the whole process, and although Duan Baiting didn't say a word, he could vaguely see the displeasure in his eyes.

Yun Wei knew the measure, and coaxed her softly: "When we get to the place, we will naturally see you again." ”

Song Wanyue didn't know where they were going, but she didn't know that she shouldn't be going home today.

Sitting in different cars, Song Wanyue reluctantly fastened the seat belt of the co-pilot.

When Duan Baiting started the car, his tone was not salty or light: "You don't want to be with me so much? ”

"Huh?" Song Wanyue didn't react for a while, and pressed the seat belt into the buckle, "Are you jealous?" ”

His tone and demeanor were very casual: "No." ”

Song Wanyue could hear that he wasn't lying.

There is no need for him to lie in such a place, there is something, and there is nothing.

The car was still parked there, and the seat under her gradually heated up, and Song Wanyue felt a warm current all over her body.

The seat belt stretched across her chest, and she stepped over the center armrest box to look him in the eye.

The weak, boneless hands cupped his cheeks and caressed them gently with their fingertips.

The garage was very dark and the lights in the car were not on.

Her eyes rolled and she looked at him.

"That's a race for favor."

Compete for favor.

It's a very childish word, and it doesn't apply to him.

He's not the kind of person who wastes time and energy emotionally.

For him, this is a worthless thing, and it cannot be exchanged for the expected returns and benefits.

A sneer just rose to the corner of his lips.

Song Wanyue leaned to his lips, kissed it gently, and swallowed it.

Her lips were as soft as she was, and her hand wrapped her arms around his waist and touched him like a soothing pet.

"I still love you the most." She didn't blink her eyes when she talked nonsense, "I heard people say that if you love someone too much, over time, that person's name will be left on the bones." When I die, hundreds of years from now, someone will be shocked to find my bones. ”

These words are not necessarily used to deceive a three-year-old child, but instead they are used to show off in front of him.

Seeing that she deliberately paused, and looked at him expectantly.

Duan Baiting looked away.

Song Wanyue kissed him on the face indiscriminately, flattering him: "You ask me, ask me why they are shocked." ”

She asked him to ask, but she still held his lips and refused to let go.

The tip of his tongue licked lightly on his lips, and from time to time his throat let out a soft whimper, and then buried his head in his shoulder with a humming.

It is indeed rare to kiss yourself until you can't breathe.

She gasped on his shoulder, and didn't forget to urge him: "Ask." ”

Duan Baiting adjusted the seat back to make her more space.

Finally got her way: "Why shock? ”

The goal was achieved, and she didn't care about herself and was still in a state of lack of oxygen, and left from his shoulder.

Looking at him, he smiled sweetly: "Because they think that it is the 21st century, and there is still the act of carving words on bones." And it was engraved all over the body, and then they would wonder, who was Duan Baiting, was he the ruler of the time, or the most brutal kind? Otherwise, why would a girl's bones be engraved with her own name? ”

Knowing that she was making it up randomly, she didn't make it up better.

Such unrealistic little stories, written in Grimm's fairy tales, would be judged to be too naïve.

He smiled and deliberately asked, "Yes, but how do I know if you are telling the truth or a lie, and I can't see your bones." ”

"I can touch it."

She took his hand and carried him slowly up her own bones.

Loose sweater, body temperature is scorching.

The skin under her palm was silky, and she pursed her lips.

Press his hand down, blushing: "Can you touch it?" ”

It was softer to the touch than anywhere else, and he didn't touch his name.

With her fingers slightly closed, I heard her whisper and call out her name: "Duan...... Duan Baiting. ”

He held the person in his arms and became unscrupulous: "You are so timid, are you afraid? ”

She shook her head, her voice weak: "I'm a little scared, but you can ...... Go on. ”

She was delicate, lifting her chin in his arms, and kissing with her eyes closed.

Duan Baiting simply unbuckled her seat belt and sat on her lap.

She was unprepared and frightened to exclaim, and the innermost piece of underwear that had been untied shook off.

Paragraph ...... Pak Ting. She lowered her eyes aggrievedly, put her arms around his neck and whispered, "You scared me to death." ”

Duan Baiting hugged her with one hand and raised the dark screen sunshade of the car window.

He politely apologized to her: "I'm sorry to scare you." ”

The action was not polite at all.

Song Wanyue was about to cry. Every time, she took the initiative to provoke, and in the end it was she who couldn't bear it.

She leaned on his shoulder and cried, ripping the collar of his shirt to bite him.

There was a dense pain in the shoulder, but it intensified the excitement of the body.

She cried and scolded: "Well-dressed beasts, stinky and perverted." ”

The wide palm patted her buttocks punitively: "If you scold a few more words, don't think about getting off the car today." ”

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Xiyang and they arrived first, and Duan Baiting was half an hour late.

The gray-white Falcon 900 was parked on the tarmac, and the crew was already on standby, boarding the plane an hour early.