The eyebrows are flat, but the undersides of the eyes are deep.

Perhaps, his brow furrowed uncontrollably when he saw the message she had sent.

So Song Wanyue sent him a voice message and asked him to go to the café downstairs.

I ordered an Americano for him in advance, and I ordered a piece of tiramisu.

He arrived as scheduled and came to the table with the waiter.

A pleasing appearance always makes people subconsciously look at it twice, which comes from goodwill appreciation.

The waiter put down the American and dessert one by one, and before leaving, his eyes wandered back and forth on the two men.

Duan Baiting dragged out the chair and sat down, his expression indifferent: "What's the matter with me?" ”

Song Wanyue got straight to the point: "I feel like you're angry, so I coaxed you." ”

He raised an eyebrow slightly at first, because of her first half of the sentence. Then he laughed lightly: "Coax me? How to coax. ”

Song Wanyue thought for a while, picked up the silver spoon, dug a small piece of tiramisu in front of her, stretched out her arm, and fed it to Duan Baiting's mouth.

Smile sweetly: "Eat something sweet will be in a good mood." ”

He took a long time: "I don't like sweets. ”

"I know." Song Wanyue fed directly by hand, learning from his usual action of pinching her cheek and forcing her to open her mouth when she kissed herself.

Fingers pressed on his cheeks and pinched gently.

He obediently opened slightly, without the slightest resistance, and Song Wanyue also fed tiramisu into his mouth as she wished.

Melt-in-your-mouth soft taste, bitter and sweet.

Not the taste he liked. But because Song Wanyue fed him, he didn't resist.

When she concocted the same way to feed the second mouthful, she still did not resist.

The waiter at the counter saw the pink scene with his own eyes.

A whole piece of tiramisu was fed entirely. The little girl put down the silver spoon and touched his head with a smile: "That's good." ”

The waiter was dumbfounded, no matter how these two people looked, the woman was younger, looking at the dressing style and appearance, a proper little sweet girl.

The man is dressed in a high-end formal suit with a texture, with a dusty temperament and no smiles.

The boss with the smell of ebony agarwood.

This...... The contrast between the characters is a bit big.

Duan Baiting took a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Why don't you want others to know about our relationship?" ”

Song Wanyue guessed that he would ask: "I think it's very troublesome, and I'll have to explain it when the time comes." If they think that I came in by walking through connections, it is an insult to my strength. ”

Duan Baiting looked at her without saying a word.

His eyes faded, and the kind of high-minded scrutiny on his body came out.

After a moment, he nodded, "Well, got it. ”

Song Wanyue asked him, "Angry?" ”

"No, I don't count." He picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. Truthfully, he replied, "I'm just a little unhappy." ”

Song Wanyue simply dragged the chair to him and sat down, took his arm, and rested her head on his shoulder: "I hate to show off to the whole world that you are my husband." But I don't want to be the gossip of other people's mouths. ”

Duan Baiting moved gently, and rubbed her head: "That person won't talk nonsense, don't worry." ”

She smiled again and kissed him the face: "My husband is the best~"

The time is not early, and Song Wanyue, as an ordinary employee, is naturally no match for Duan Baiting, a big boss, and cannot be absent from work for too long.

After coaxing the people, she took her coffee and left.

Duan Baiting was still sitting there, maintaining the posture he had just taken.

It wasn't until another guest pushed the door in, and the cold wind outside brought him back to his senses, that he reached out and touched the place where he had been kissed.

There were even light water stains, and he lowered his head, and his long eyelashes could not hide the heavy smile under his eyes.

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In short, as Duan Baiting said, that person didn't talk nonsense everywhere.

Then another rumor popped up and spread through the company at breakneck speed.

I heard that Mr. Duan is already a master of grass, and the woman has also come to the company to find him.

Hearing this, Song Wanyue's heart lifted slightly.

The ears also involuntarily move closer to the source of the sound.

"Come to Mr. Duan? Who, what does it look like, is it not beautiful? ”

Another shook his head: "I don't know, no one has seen me." I heard that Mr. Duan went out on a trip, and when he returned to the company, he had a lipstick mark on his face. ”

Song Wanyue was stunned for a moment.

The ones she kissed Duan Baiting just now seemed to be a bit of force, why didn't he know how to wipe them?

She complained inwardly, feeling a gaze locked on her.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he met Xiao He's eyes.

He was so sleepy that his eyes were fighting, and he was about to go to the pantry to make a cup of coffee, when he happened to hear this gossip.

The meaningful tone joined the group chat: "Our Mr. Duan's vision must be no different, he must be a big beauty." ”

Hearing the three words of the big beauty, Song Wanyue straightened her back in agreement.

Sort of he's a little bit of a vision.

After a pause, he added unhurriedly, "You have to have a figure, you have to have a good look, you have to have a gentle look." ”

This is a mockery of her for not being gentle enough.

Little Princess Song glared at him viciously.

The rumors spread more and more, and in one afternoon, almost the entire company was spread.

Those female employees who secretly promised Duan Baiting Fang secretly felt sad.

Xiao He didn't forget to tease Song Wanyue in private: "You really don't plan to disclose your relationship with Mr. Duan?" ”

She stroked her long hair proudly: "If I make it public, won't the male colleagues in the company who have a crush on me die of heartbreak?" ”

Xiao He secretly sneered in his heart, this person is really narcissistic.

However, she is narcissistic and has narcissistic capital, and many people in the company do have a crush on her.

There are no longer a few people who love Ming, including the bouquet of flowers that are now sent to the department.

Juliet roses, surrounded by green eucalyptus leaves, wrapped in off-white vellum paper.

There's a card on it.

- Have a nice afternoon.

Since Song Wanyue was born, she has received countless flowers, so she can be unwavering, and even slightly disgusted.

Throw the flowers in the trash without raising your head.

As a result, Xiao He picked it up, cut out a few and inserted it on the vase in the office.

Say it's an embellishment, a waste utilization.

Song Wanyue followed him and continued to complete the work at hand.

For such a large group, when I was an intern in the past, I didn't think that I was doing some scattered chores all day long.

After becoming a regular worker, there were more things to do before I realized why the salary in the legal department was so high.

She stared at the document with a splitting headache and drank three cups of coffee a day.

As a result, the evening was extraordinarily exciting, and there was no sleepiness at all.

Aunt Qin specially cooked soup for her, adding poria cocos and lotus seeds to help sleep and calm the nerves.

Song Wanyue drank two large bowls in one go.

Lying in bed after taking a shower, it's still early.

Duan Baiting no longer works in the study, but takes the computer to the bedroom.

He sat on the bed, looking at the data scrolling across the screen, his eyes focused.

Song Wanyue put on a mask and chatted with him about the gossip he had heard in the company recently.

Whoever is going to get married, who is breaking up again.

It's not nutritious, but she's talking about it with relish.

It's like picking up garbage and then handing it to him when the baby is handed to him..... Little beggar.

I don't know where it hit his laugh, but the man, who was still concentrating on his work just now, lowered his head and chuckled.

Song Wanyue didn't know why: "What's so funny about someone breaking up?" ”

He shook his head and closed the computer: "It's time to go to bed." ”

He took the pillow she had thrown away, put it behind her head, and looked at the mask on her face: "Not yet?" ”

Song Wanyue glanced at her phone, exclaimed, and hurriedly rushed to the bathroom.

She forgot to set the alarm clock, no wonder she always felt a tingling sensation on her face.

The mask is dry, can it not hurt?

The two bowls of soothing soup she drank in the evening didn't have much effect, and the refreshing effect of the coffee put her whole body in an extreme state of euphoria.

The man lying next to her was breathing, but she was unusually awake.

Adjust your sleeping position repeatedly, tossing and turning.

In the end, she was held in her arms by Duan Baiting and stopped her uneasiness.

"Can't sleep?"