Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Song Weiwei typed out her resignation report in the morning. She was in a good mood at the time, but when she saw Chenchen, she began to struggle again.

She and Li Baihan.

It seems that it is doomed to keep cutting and straightening out.

Don't die, don't stop!
In the afternoon, she took the packaged birthday boy to Bailaimei Group.

Even if she wants to resign, she has to hand over the work clearly, especially the gift for Grandpa Li's birthday.

As soon as she arrived in front of the company gate, a figure flashed in front of her so fast that afterimages appeared. She was startled, and every nerve in her body was immediately on alert.

The man stood in front of her, and she saw him clearly. It was Huang Mao. She laughed angrily, "You haven't given up yet?"

Huang Mao looked at her and said sincerely: "Miss Song, I really like you, give me a chance, don't think about me, just be friends."

"Then, if I promise you to be friends with you, will you come to the company to spread the word that we are dating? This gentleman, it has nothing to do with how many secretaries you forced away from the Bailaimei Group before, but you come to harass me again , don't blame me for being rude to you." Song Weiwei said harshly coldly.

Huang Mao shrank his neck, "Hey, what are you doing so violently, girl, I really don't want to harass you, I like you."

Song Weiwei was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, she raised her leg and was about to leave, but Huang Mao stopped him again, "Can I treat you to dinner tonight?"

Song Weiwei: "No."

"Don't be so heartless," Huang Mao almost pulled her sleeves to act coquettishly, but was stared back by Song Weiwei's sharp eyes, "I really want to apologize to you for what I did that day."

"No need." Song Weiwei walked around him to the company gate.

Huang Mao didn't stop her this time, he put his hands around his mouth in a trumpet shape, "Miss Song, I won't give up, I will definitely chase you until you promise me."

Song Weiwei rolled her eyes unceremoniously.

Taking the elevator upstairs, watching the floor numbers go up little by little, thinking that she was about to face Li Baihan, Song Weiwei became nervous for no reason.

It was so embarrassing last night that his self-esteem was trampled under his feet.

How would she face him today?
Before she could figure out why, the elevator slowly opened in front of her.

She looked up, and there was a tall and slender figure standing outside the elevator, followed by several executives, and everyone looked at her.

Probably because she didn't expect her to come to work in the middle of the afternoon, the executives had different expressions, and they were probably complaining crazily in their hearts, but in front of Li Baihan, they didn't even dare to fart.

Song Weiwei quickly got out of the elevator, "Mr. Li."

Li Baihan passed her without looking sideways, and went straight into the elevator. Several other senior executives hurriedly followed in, and the tense atmosphere didn't disappear until the elevator door closed.

Song Weiwei walked to her desk, and there was a thick pile of documents on the desk, obviously sent by various departments.

She locked the jade in the drawer and began to organize the files.

Shen Qingyuan took the document and came to Li Baihan to sign it. Seeing Song Weiwei buried her head in sorting out the document, she was overjoyed and ran over with small steps, "Secret Song, you've come."

Song Weiwei looked up at her, "Thank you."

"No," Shen Qingyuan leaned over to see her sorting out the documents. She leaned on the table and asked in a low voice, "Secretary Song, did you really quarrel with President Li?"

Song Weiwei glanced at her, "Why are you so gossip?"

"Boss Li released the air conditioner to freeze people again today. Didn't you notice that our whole floor is as cold as an ice cellar?" Shen Qingyuan craned his neck to look into the CEO's office when he was speaking, for fear that he would be caught by him for speaking ill of the boss. Catch it right away.

The man's stern face flashed in front of Song Weiwei's eyes, and she said: "These days Qiuhu, it's good to cool down."

Shen Qingyuan: "..."

She knew Song Weiyi was tight-lipped, and didn't want to ask anything from her, so she put the document on her desk, "This is the document sent by the Planning Department, you can bring it to President Li later, I'm leaving first. "

"Hey," Song Weiwei picked up the file and went back to the stronghold. Shen Qingyuan ran fast, out of the range she could catch, she smiled and made a gesture above her head.

"I love you, Song Mi, I'll treat you to barbecue later."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Song Weiwei sorted out the documents, and seeing that Li Baihan hadn't come back, she opened the drawer, took out the birthday boy, and carried the documents into the CEO's office.

The smell of smoke in the office was very strong, she was choked and coughed as soon as she entered, she muttered: "Are you using your own lungs as a chimney?"

While coughing, she put the documents on the large desk. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the cigarette butts in the crystal ashtray. She frowned and turned to turn on the indoor air circulation system.

In her impression, Li Baihan's addiction to cigarettes was not that great.

He seldom smoked before, and occasionally smoked two cigarettes for entertainment, and most of the time he couldn't take a few puffs, so he lit up to accompany the guests.

She walked back to the desk and saw the cigarette butts in the crystal ashtray, she was inexplicably concerned, she took a tissue, and then picked out the cigarette butts and counted them.

"1, 2, 3..."

Li Baihan went to inspect various departments, and when he returned to the office, he saw Song Weiwei standing by his desk, counting cigarette butts intently.

he:"……"

He leaned against the door, watching her quietly.

Glancing at her in the morning, she was vivid and vivid, and the sly smile on her face was deeply imprinted in his mind, making him always very concerned about who that man was.

The person's side face looked quite strange, not the man she saw outside her house last time.

The two of them were in such an intimate posture, and the man's gaze on her was tender and affectionate, as if she was the only one in the world.

Song Weiwei was so focused on counting that she didn't realize that Li Baihan had returned. She leaned against the wall and watched her for a long time. When she finished counting the cigarette butts and raised her head, she bumped into the man's dark and deep eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat!
Thinking of last night, she looked away uncomfortably and looked down at the cigarette butt on the paper towel. She woke up instantly and quickly wrapped the cigarette butt.

"What are you doing?"

The man's voice sounded slightly mocking behind him.

Song Weiwei's back was tense, and she stubbornly refused to look at him, "I'm counting how many cigarettes you smoked this morning. If you don't want your lungs anymore, you can register and donate them to those in need."

Li Baihan licked his back molars, and after a while he couldn't say, "Are you concerned about me?"

Song Weiwei straightened her back, and threw the paper ball wrapped in cigarette butts into the trash can. She didn't answer his words, and pointed to one of the stacks of documents, "These documents need your signature immediately, and the planning department is waiting for them."

Li Baihan didn't get the answer he wanted, so he walked towards her slowly.

He was tall and long-legged, and he walked up to Song Weiwei in a few steps. Taking advantage of his height, he put a lot of pressure on her.He bent down slightly, pinched her chin, forcing her to look up to meet his gaze.

"I haven't finished the liquid, why run?"