She was not wearing a nightgown today, but a waistless, tight suspender.

It was worn with the outerwear, but she took it off when she got home.

A woman's body is unusually soft, whether it is a round and full chest, a slender and adducted waistline, or a peach buttocks wrapped in a short skirt.

At this time, they all relied on Duan Baiting.

He was still wearing a suit, meticulously dressed, and there was a solemnity between his eyebrows.

Compared with his seriousness, Song Wanyue is simply not in shape, soft as if she has no bones.

Falling on him, it can even be described as a collapse.

The whole person was supported by his strong arms.

She yawned slowly, pretending to see him, "When did you come back?" ”

Duan Baiting didn't know if he wanted to tell her that her acting skills were really clumsy.

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

He picked the man off the bed: "Just arrived." Have you eaten? ”

Song Wanyue nodded: "I've eaten it." ”

"Then eat a little more with me."

It's gentle, but it's not a refusal tone.

Song Wanyue went downstairs with him, and Aunt Qin went into the kitchen again and filled an extra bowl.

Not long after she finished dinner, she was not hungry at all, so she ate very slowly, so to speak, a grain of rice.

The young couple didn't see each other for a few days, and Aunt Qin consciously took Xiaohuan away and left them room to be alone.

Song Wanyue didn't know why she was weak-hearted, and she didn't do anything wrong.

But he was faintly worried, worried that Duan Baiting would ask for the guilt.

That heart hangs all the time, neither up nor down.

But the other party just eats quietly.

He had good table manners and did not speak during his meal, except for the occasional slight sound of spoons and bowls colliding.

After eating, he brought a napkin to wipe his mouth. Seeing the bowl of rice in front of her, what it was like when it was brought out, and what it was still like now.

Glancing at her upper body wearing only a suspender: "I haven't had a good meal lately?" ”

Hearing his voice sound, Song Wanyue was shocked.

After listening to all the contents, he relaxed slightly: "It seems that I have been thinking about it a little lately, and I have no appetite for what I have thought about recently." ”

She has always been a needle, and she will never miss any opportunity to say beautiful things to please him.

It's just a matter of touching the skin of the mouth.

Duan Baiting spoke in a very light voice: "Yes." ”

I don't know if I believe it or not.

This man is like that, he always speaks with half concealment and half concealment. You can never guess what he's thinking.

Duan Baiting stepped on the carpet under his feet and moved the chair back slightly.

Keep yourself away from the dining table. Then he patted his leg: "Come here." ”

The door of the dining room was closed, and there was a screen in front of it, and Aunt Qin was very interested and could not come in.

Song Wanyue didn't move, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were smiling, affectionate and vivid: "Why? ”

He was serious: "I'll check it, have you lost weight." ”

Song Wanyue scolded him in her heart, hum, fake serious.

But he still obediently got up and walked to his lap.

He measured the circumference with his hand and measured the depth.

Song Wanyue was dizzy, and wrapped her arms around him: "How is it, have you lost weight?" ”

He squeezed her with satisfaction: "It's okay." ”

Song Wanyue chuckled: "I heard Secretary Qin say that you have a cooperation to discuss in person today, so you can't wait to rush back, just for this?" ”

Duan Baiting was silent, and brought a tissue to wipe the sweat on her body.

The messy hair was posted on his face, and there was a not-so-normal red on his face.

Song Wanyue felt more and more that she had a bit of the taste of the demon concubine of the ancient disaster country.

From then on, the king did not reign early.

She held his face with both hands, and Duan Baiting's eyes were dark, which also made him a little more unpredictable and deep.

Xiao He always said that he was most afraid that Mr. Duan would look at himself with those dark eyes. It always feels like the unknown deep sea.

Danger lies beneath the surface.

But Song Wanyue is different, she likes Duan Baiting's eyes, and she also likes him to look at herself with these eyes.

It's best to look at her only forever and ever.

She lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead and then on the eyelashes.

He kissed the bridge of his nose again, kissed the bridge of his nose, kissed the corner of his lips, and then gently bit his chin.

She moved slightly away from his face, her hot and wet breath spraying on his face as inhaphazardly as her kiss.

Her lustful eyes frequently moved from his eyes to his lips.

But she just wouldn't kiss it, even if it was all over his face.

Only the lips are like concubines who have been beaten into the cold palace.

She gasped heavily, and her breathing was heavy.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he looked at his lips, breathing heavier.

Duan Baiting finally couldn't bear it anymore, and under the provocation of her desire to capture the old people, the power of leadership seemed to fall into her hands.

He put his arms around her waist and pressed the person back into his arms, holding the lips in his mouth, and the kiss was inseparable, powerful and ruthless.

It was as if it was swallowing from the flap of her lips and eating her tongue as well.

I don't know how long it took, but Duan Baiting was finally willing to let go of her.

Song Wanyue was like a dehydrated fish, finally breathing fresh air when she was dying.

She tilted her head, her swan's neck elongated, her mouth open, her breathing rapidly, and her tongue looming in her mouth with nowhere to put it.

I don't know if I was kissed or bitten, and I started to swell.

So when she spoke, her voice turned out to be a little big tongue: "What is said on the Internet is true, you are a real jealous husband." ”

Looking at his performance, I thought he really didn't care.

But all the behaviors just now are enough to prove that this person not only cares, but also cares about death.

Duan Baiting listened to her words and paused for a moment.

But he didn't say anything, refuted or admitted.

He brought a tissue again, this time not only to wipe the sweat from her body, but also the silver threads from her lips.

Maybe he did have something strange just now, but now that his body and mind are satisfied, he has also revealed this matter.

Those hot searches and public opinion on the Internet, under Duan Baiting's operation, have long disappeared quietly.

Song Wanyue was like a flash in the pan.

She doesn't care, and she has no intention of being an Internet celebrity.

She has recently been considering leaving her job and has already started to submit her resume to the firm.

I have my own career plan, and I don't want to stay in the legal department of the company under Duan Baiting's name all the time.

At the hottest, Song Wanyue didn't want to take a step out of the house.

She felt that the space outside was distorted by the sun.

Xiao He reported to her on WeChat every day on the progress of his blind date. Song Wanyue really didn't want to know, but she also knew that he was too nervous and had to find someone to talk to, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep.

This man's personality has really not changed at all.

When she first entered the company, she was timid and followed her all day long, and the company made a little mess, and she complained anxiously in her ear every day.

Song Wanyue was also very busy during that time, not only busy making suggestions for Xiao He's dating trip as a military advisor, but also secretly preparing for Duan Baiting's birthday.

She asked Aunt Qin how Duan Baiting's birthday was spent in the past.

Aunt Qin looked dazed and shook her head: "Bai Ting doesn't have a birthday." ”

Song Wanyue was incredibly stunned: "Is there anyone in this world who doesn't have a birthday?" ”

Maybe she thought she was too cute, so Aunt Qin lowered her head and smiled: "Maybe I'm used to it." No one had ever given it to him before, and when he grew up, he simply didn't bother to get by. ”

After listening to Aunt Qin's words, Song Wanyue fell into a long silence.

An indifferent person cannot be apathetic from an early age, and a mature person cannot be mature from an early age.

When he was young, Duan Baiting may have longed for someone to celebrate his birthday.

But again and again hope failed, and he went from disappointment to habitual.

But now it's different, now he has a wife, and she's still an empathetic, considerate and gentle wife.

Song Wanyue covered her chest and sighed, even she was a little envious of Duan Baiting.

Marrying her is simply a blessing he cultivated in his previous life.

From the decoration of the scene to the birthday cake, she did it all by herself.

It must not be compared to the birthday banquet that Duan Baiting held for himself, which was too grand.

In contrast, I prepared too much...... It's simpler.