The other party introduced himself, saying that his name was Bai Xu, and he often went to the library, so he sat behind her.

Because she occasionally talked to the boys at the same table, I remembered her voice. I just felt very familiar just now, so I asked tentatively.

Song Wanyue was a little embarrassed, after all, in a quiet place like the library, she would lower her voice and chat with Xiao He when she was tired of studying.

- Excuse me, did I bother you?

The other party replied immediately.

- No, no, no. It was a stressful time, and it was quite relaxing to hear you talking.

Song Wanyue thought about it carefully, what did she and Xiao He say?

It seems to be some gossip about the east and west, all of which Xiao He collected for her everywhere.

In short, starting with this incident, when Song Wanyue went to the library again, Bai Xu would also take the initiative to come over to say hello.

Not much contact though.

Today is also looking at the photos posted by Xiao He in the circle of friends, looking at the background, it should be at a banquet.

The accompanying text is: I wish Song Damei a happy birthday.

Bai Xu learned that today was Song Wanyue's birthday, and specially sent a message to congratulate her.

[White preface: Happy birthday.] I only know now, so I didn't have time to prepare a birthday present, and I will make it up for you next time. /cute】

Song Wanyue was not familiar with him, but she stretched out her hand and did not hit the smiling person, not to mention that he obviously talked more to Xiao He on weekdays.

I didn't bother to communicate with him more, so I ran into a passer-by on the road who would say hello perfunctorily.

I replied with a blank face - thank you, I accept the blessings, and I will take it as a birthday gift from you.

When the message was sent, she locked the screen of her phone and put it on the table next to her.

The waiter had already come out with slippers, and the person had already gone in.

Duan Baiting's expression was very light, and he put on the slippers for her.

It's a little big, hanging on her feet, and it looks a little empty.

His tone was nonchalant, as if he asked casually, "Whose news?" ”

He asked casually, and Song Wanyue replied casually: "No one, you don't know anyone." ”

In her opinion, the other party is the kind of person who doesn't need to waste his tongue to introduce at all.

So there's no need to explain too much with Duan Baiting.

Duan Baiting nodded, his tone was neither light nor serious.

"Yes."

He was still rubbing her ankles, and his shoes were on. Song Wanyue was just about to stand up, but he pressed her shoulders and sat back down.

"Wait." He lowered his eyelashes and whispered, "If you don't dissolve the bruises, it will be swollen tomorrow." ”

"Oh." Song Wanyue sat obediently and stopped moving.

In fact, looking at him condescendingly, Song Wanyue still had an inexplicable sense of superiority in her heart.

The superior who was dustless in front of outsiders was willing to bow his head and do this kind of thing of rubbing her feet and pinching her shoulders for her.

Song Wanyue's vanity quickly swelled.

Together, in addition to vanity, there is also her lustful gall.

She reached out and scratched his chin, and her fingers straightened little by little, turning into an intimate caresse.

In the end, I touched it all the way down my neck.

Fingers against his protruding Adam's apple, through the thin flesh of the flesh, can even trace its shape.

Every time she poked with her fingers, Duan Baiting's conscious swallowing would make it slide on the tips of her fingers.

Song Wanyue found it interesting and tried it a few more times.

Duan Baiting breathed a little heavier, holding her wrist and blocking her more and more excessive movements.

A deep warning: "Okay, I'm not at home now." ”

These words were a reminder of her sense of proportion.

didn't take advantage of it, but was disciplined, Song Wanyue snorted unhappily.

He touched his wrist with the hand that had just rubbed her foot.

"It's dirty."

Knowing that she was playing a petty temper, Duan Baiting couldn't see it, so he took a wet towel and wiped it carefully: "Try to wear comfortable shoes these days, your feet are already swollen with new injuries and old ones." ”

She nodded, in a perfunctory tone, and said she understood.

His eyes looked left and right, looking at the sea for a while, looking at the sky for a while, and he didn't look at him anyway.

Duan Baiting groaned slightly, stood up, and threw the wet wipes in his hand into the garbage basket next to him.

Drag a chair and drag it next to her.

As he sat down, he unbuttoned the front of his shirt with one hand.

The final concession was made: "Five minutes." ”

Song Wanyue got her wish, and reached over to touch him with a smile: "It's good to be like this earlier, today is my birthday, and you still won't let me." ”

Seeing that she had a tendency to expand her range, Duan Baiting gently blocked it with his hand: "You can only go up." ”

She blinked: "Why can't the next one?" ”

“......”

Knowing that she was doing it on purpose, and there was nothing she could do about it, her temples tightened, and her throat tightened a little.

The words that came out rarely lost relaxation: "There are still guests inside, not for too long." ”

Song Wanyue understood in seconds, what he meant by these words was that once he touched the surface, it would be over in more than five minutes.

She whistled, with a frivolity that was not for her.

I don't know who I learned it from.,It's like a gangster who flirts with a girl on the side of the road.。

Duan Baiting smiled: "What does it look like." ”

Song Wanyue pursed her lips in a weak heart: "Okay." ”

She learned from Shizuka, who whistles at a bar when she sees a handsome guy she likes.

Indeed, it is used to tease people.

Song Wanyue sincerely felt that Duan Baiting was more like her second father than her husband most of the time.

No, her father is at least kind and doting on her, how can he be like him, he cares about everything.

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She was very busy in those days, and the exam was approaching, and the pressure was a lot greater.

Duan Baiting said that she didn't need to accompany her.

"I'm easily distracted by your side with me."

Aunt Qin stewed soup for her, and Duan Baiting specially served a bowl.

Hear her say, "Distracted? ”

Song Wanyue's gaze became meaningful, and she wandered over him: "What kind of god can a lonely man and a widow go?" ”

"......" Duan Baiting understood, put the bowl down, "Something call me." ”

Seeing that he was leaving, Song Wanyue hurriedly went to stop: "Really go, don't you accompany me?" ”

The grievances in her eyes were about to overflow.

Duan Baiting did hesitate for a moment in the grievances she pretended, and finally glanced at the review materials on her desk.

It is still rational to distinguish priorities: "Study hard, it's the last month, don't let your efforts go to waste." ”

With that, the man opened the door and walked away.

Song Wanyue stared at the closed door in disbelief, and laughed happily.

This guy was addicted to his dad, wasn't he??

However, he was right, in the last few months, if he didn't study hard, he would have to fight hard for another year.

Duan Baiting even used his authority to directly give her a long vacation.

Xiao He's condolence call came and asked if she was sick.

She told him that she was not sick, that she was concentrating on preparing for exams at home, and that she was being served by people for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

- Duan Baiting.

Basically, if he can do it for him, he does it all.

As for the exam, even if he could really help her, Song Wanyue knew in her heart that Duan Baiting was unwilling to help her go through the back door in this kind of matter.

"No one can help you for a lifetime, and many things will only really belong to you if you learn them yourself."

This is what he says to her most often.

Every time he said this, his expression was serious.

is different from usual, it is not the cold Duan Baiting, nor is it the Duan Baiting who has nothing to do with her.

He wanted her to be the kind of person she wanted to be.

It turned out that he remembered.

When he was Kian, he was an average high school junior. She had secretly told him about her ambition to become a great lawyer.

"You remember."

This sentence, which is completely inconsistent with the previous article, has no beginning and no end, but he still understands it.

nodded, poured her a glass of water, and replaced the coffee on the table: "This is still too late." ”