The only pity is that I didn't get to see the live version.

Xiao He walked away silently.

He really thought too much, just Song Wanyue's brain circuit, which was different from ordinary people, she could be sad because of this kind of thing.

Song Wanyue did shed tears, but she laughed. She wiped her tears with a tissue and asked Xiao He, "What did you just say to me, I didn't hear clearly." ”

Xiao He turned on the computer silently: "It's nothing. ”

-

In the VIP lounge of the airport, the special assistant came over with a mobile phone halfway through the call: "Mr. Duan, do you need the contact person to remove the hot search now?" ”

After that Weibo post was sent, some people tried to dig deep into Duan Baiting's background. Fortunately, those posts were blocked in advance.

The shield of the block, the block of the block.

The special assistant always pays attention to the public opinion on the Internet, and even contacts people in advance.

Duan Baiting looked down at his phone, his eyes and movements hadn't changed for a long time, as if he was waiting for someone's news.

Suddenly, he locked the screen of his phone, raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.

The fatigue caused by the rush and lack of sleep in recent days is slowly rising.

Even he didn't know why he had done such a pointless act.

But when the special assistant asked if he needed to remove the hot search, he paused for a few seconds and shook his head.

"Wait for the heat to ferment for half a day, and then withdraw at night."

According to the current heat, half a day is enough for everyone to know.

He nodded, "Yes." ”

Duan Baiting went to look at his phone again, the lock screen was unlocked again, and the screen was unlocked and locked.

The pointless gesture lasted for half an hour.

After a few more minutes, the vibration of the mobile phone made the meaninglessness complete.

The message was sent by Song Wanyue.

[Song Wanyue: There will be a thunderstorm in Beicheng tomorrow, remember to ask the driver to drive slower after getting off the plane. 】

[Song Wanyue: Pay attention to safety on the road, mua~]

The clouds that had been in the past few days were like mist gently dispersing, and the low air pressure around Duan Baiting finally began to show a warming trend.

Just as he was about to touch the input bar, he suddenly remembered that Song Wanyue only replied to that person's private message.

After the message was sent, Song Wanyue lay on the sofa with her mobile phone, waiting for the other party's reply.

Duan Baiting's flight information was sent to her by Secretary Qin, and she had checked the time and was still half an hour before boarding.

Xiaohuan cut the fruit and brought it out, looked at the gloomy sky outside, and worried that the flower seedlings he had planted in the yard would not die.

She bought the seedlings at the flower and bird market, and after counting the planting work, she transplanted them back into her own small potted plants.

Anyway, the gardener has to come every day to take care of the flowers in the yard, and it doesn't matter if there are a few more.

Song Wanyue waited, waited, waited, the news from the other party was long overdue.

She sat up and clicked on the message.

- Thanks for the suggestion (*^_^*)

Chapter 71

How do you feel that this passage he posted is not only familiar, but also a little ...... Yin and Yang are weird inside.

Song Wanyue put on her shoes and went back to the room, Duan Baiting's plane would only arrive tomorrow, and she would have to stay alone in the empty room again tonight.

I slept groggily at night, and the mobile phone screen on the table next to me was bright and dark.

The message was sent by Shizuka, and she probably guessed that she should be asleep, so she didn't want to call to wake her up.

But I couldn't bear it anymore, so I had to send a message instead.

When she wakes up, she can see it directly.

[Shizuka: Have you read Weibo? 】

[Shizuka: I laughed to death, some netizens intercepted the IP location of your Weibo and found that it was in the UK. It just so happened that someone saw you in the Science and Technology Park today, and Duan Baiting was in the UK, and now everyone knows that it was his Weibo. 】

[Shizuka: "Screenshot"]

The screenshot is the hot search entry of the day.

#君禾总裁 Jealousy#

[Shizuka: Hahahahahahaha 】

After Song Wanyue woke up, she found that the sky had changed overnight. Duan Baiting has changed from a dustless superior to a jealous husband in the mouth of netizens.

I can't even tolerate my wife's female fans in my eyes.

I thought it was because she was worried that the president's husband would be angry when he saw it, so she deleted tens of thousands of comments overnight. It turned out that the president's husband deleted it himself.

- It seems that there is a sense of crisis, and he is in such a hurry to reveal his identity as the main palace.

- It's really hard to make up how the calm and cold man in the interview took his mobile phone to delete the comments that called his wife his wife one by one.

- Men, you still have to be generous, such a small family, there is no big house at all.

……

As soon as I got off the plane, the special assistant answered the phone and came over.

Duan Baiting made up for a long sleep on the plane, and his fatigue disappeared at this time.

The special assistant wanted to speak and stopped: "Mr. Duan." ”

He raised his eyes lightly: "Say." ”

The special assistant took a deep breath and didn't know what to say, so he just handed him the phone.

After Duan Baiting took it, his gaze swept casually, occasionally pausing for a moment.

The more ridiculed those people became, the more biased they became, what a big house and what a main palace, and some even said that they were willing to be a partial house.

While he was looking at those hot search contents, the special assistant stood aside, waiting like a year.

It's too anxious.

The person concerned was unusual, and his face was still calm.

After a while, he handed the phone back to him, straightened out the clothes on his body, and then got up: "Have you contacted Xinyue over there?" ”

The special assistant was stunned for a moment, thinking that he would ask him a few words or blame himself for his misdeeds.

But they don't think that the other party doesn't care at all.

The man calmly descended the gangway, and the special assistant followed: "I contacted before getting on the plane, half past ten." ”

The car was waiting not far away, and the special assistant stepped forward and opened the rear door.

Duan Baiting bent down, sat in, and raised his wrist to look at the time.

It's seven o'clock.

"Let's change it to tomorrow." He spoke quietly.

He asked the driver to drive the car straight home.

Song Wanyue hugged her mobile phone and laughed for a day, it was really feng shui in turn, I didn't expect Duan Baiting to have such a day.

Because those ridicules are innocuous jokes, and they are not malicious.

Song Wanyue thought it was quite interesting, especially when they said that he was a jealous husband.

With his old-fashionedness, it's unexpectedly quite cute.

Aunt Qin's voice came downstairs: "Xiaohuan, Mr. is back, go and serve dinner." ”

Then, there was the sound of footsteps going upstairs, getting closer and clearer.

Song Wanyue hurriedly pressed the phone back, curled up in the quilt, and began to pretend to be asleep.

Even she didn't know why she was pretending to be asleep.

She didn't do anything wrong.

It was someone else who called her wife, but she didn't ask for it. If you really want to dig deeper, it is also because she is too charming.

But even if she thought so in her heart, let her pretend that nothing had happened and face Duan Baiting calmly.

She couldn't do it too well.

Escaping is shameful, but it is useful.

Anyway, let's run away from it first. It's a day to be able to escape.

She heard the door open and creaked.

The soles of the indoor slippers are soft, and the sound they make when walking is actually very slight.

But at this time, the room is too quiet, so it is very obvious.

Finally the voice stopped at the bedside. Song Wanyue could even feel that the man's sharp eyes penetrated the thin silk and fell on her.

She closed her eyes tightly and meditated in her heart.

As long as she didn't open her eyes, Duan Baiting couldn't have found herself pretending to be asleep.

There was silence beside her for a long time, just when Song Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the crisis was over.

The man lifted the quilt from her body and scooped her out of bed.

Song Wanyue was flustered at first, then relieved herself, and rubbed her eyes as if she had just been woken up.

Her hair was soft and messy, half sunk in the socket of her neck and half draped behind her.