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

Li Baihan got into the car, Zhou Zheng took a look in the rearview mirror, and saw that his boss's face was completely devoid of the satisfaction and happiness after the tryst, but rather gloomy.

Xin Dao could it be that Secretary Song rejected him?
But it doesn't look like it. He went in for a full hour. If Secretary Song really shut him out, would he wait so long before coming out?

Could it be dissatisfaction with desire?
This is reasonable, after all, Mr. Li has not eaten meat for six years, and he should be abnormal both psychologically and physically after holding it in for a long time.

Just when Zhou Zheng's mind was full of yellow trash, Li Baihan's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and his eyes glanced down from between his eyes, staring at the lit screen.

Secretary Song sent a WeChat message. It was a photo and a sentence, "Mr. Li, you left something behind. I will bring it to the company tomorrow."

Li Baihan picked up his phone and dropped it to the corner of the seat, exuding frightening anger all over his body, he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what to do!"

Zhou Zheng was taken aback. The man in the back seat had a gloomy expression and was furious. He was so frightened that he almost shrank himself into a ball. He didn't look happy when he went in just now, but why did he come out like this? What did Secretary Song do to him?

On the last working day before the National Day holiday, the Bailaimei Group company was shrouded in panic. The big boss, who was always moody and angry, got angry today and scolded the company's senior management.

The company's top executives couldn't stand it anymore, and when they returned, they also scolded their employees bloody.

When Song Weiwei and Shen Qingyuan went to the cafeteria downstairs for lunch at noon, they saw a cloud over everyone's heads, and they all sighed, as if the company was going to close tomorrow.

Shen Qingyuan took the meal and sat across from Song Weiwei, and said in a low voice: "Today is a pre-holiday syndrome. It is said that every department has been criticized. If President Li doesn't show his power, the whole army will be wiped out."

Song Weiwei absently poked at the rice in the bowl and hummed lightly.

Shen Qingyuan glanced at her, and moved closer to her, "Secret Song, I've been in the company for several years, and this is the first time I've seen President Li get so angry. Do you know what happened?"

Song Weiwei looked up at her, picked up two grains of rice and chewed them in her mouth, "I don't know."

"Huh?" Shen Qingyuan always felt that not only Mr. Li was weird, but also Secretary Song. "You are Mr. Li's personal secretary. I thought you knew something inside. Could it be that the company is going bankrupt? It shouldn't be, I think. Today, the company’s stock is still trading at the daily limit.”

Song Weiwei took a piece of potato and put it in her bowl, "Eat it quickly, I haven't seen you lose weight after worrying so much."

Shen Qingyuan: "..."

Song Weiwei couldn't taste her food, so she naturally knew what Li Baihan was losing his temper with. She put the pearl hairpin on his desk in the morning, and when she went in again, the pearl hairpin had already been thrown into the trash can.

She knew she was ungrateful, but she refused to accept any gifts from him.

"You didn't see it in the morning meeting. Mr. Li pissed off all the high-level executives in various departments. The high-level executives were all ashamed. The key point is that I don't know why Mr. Li got mad." Shen Qingyuan felt that Li Baihan was a machine gun in the conference room today. Sweep the field.

She was as frightened as a quail, afraid that the gun would be aimed at herself, and seeing the looks on the faces of the senior management of various departments, she couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

"Men always have a few days every month." Song Weiwei said.

Shen Qingyuan burst into laughter, whispered and whispered to Song Weiwei, "Secret Song, don't tell me, Boss Li really seems to have reached menopause, maybe he's been beaten by women...Secret Song, your ears Why are you red?"

Song Weiwei rubbed her hot earlobe uncomfortably, and pushed Shen Qingyuan's head back, "If you still want to eat, hurry up and go to lunch break, if you dare to yawn at work in the afternoon, if you let the Black Hades see you, you will die .”

Shen Qingyuan giggled, "Secretary Song, I'm going to report to President Li that you said he is the King of Hell."

Song Weiwei gave her a blank look, and continued to bury her head in her meal. In fact, she said it was bad, Li Baihan was not black, they stood together, and he was even two shades whiter than her, and he should be called Yumian Hades.

Going upstairs after dinner, Yumian Hades was on the phone in the CEO's office. If a person's aura was tangible, then at this moment his whole body must be shrouded in a black mist, full of evil spirits.

She only glanced at it, then looked away, planning to lie down on the desk and take a nap in the morning.

Less than 2 minutes after lying down, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor gradually approached until her desk was knocked twice.

She raised her head and bumped into the man's dark and gloomy pupils.

"Get up, accompany me to lunch." The man's voice was deep and overbearing, revealing that no one could refuse him.

Song Weiwei frowned, "I've eaten."

"Watch me eat." Li Baihan didn't feel that his request was willful and unreasonable at all, so he turned and walked towards the elevator.

Song Weiwei took a deep breath, thinking that her lunch break was wasted, she stood up, followed his footsteps, and walked into the elevator.

The two stood in the elevator, one behind the other, with a distance of two people between them. Li Baihan put one hand in his trouser pocket, his figure was tall and straight, like an orchid orchid and a jade tree.

The faint and clear cedar breath lingering on him in the elevator made Song Weiwei feel uncomfortable. When he was alone, his breath was always extremely aggressive, which made her unable to resist.

She remembered that she used to like the smell of him the most, as long as she got close to him and smelled this faint smell of cedar, she would feel at ease in her heart.

And now...

The elevator dinged and reached the basement floor, Li Baihan walked out first, his car was parked in the parking space closest to the elevator, the electronic lock beeped, the car lights flashed a few times, and it returned to calm.

Song Weiwei didn't expect him to drive after lunch, so he hesitated to walk to the car door, but Li Baihan threw the car keys to her, "Go on."

Of course she didn't catch it, the car key fell on the ground, she quickly bent down to pick it up, Li Baihan had already opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Song Weiwei was holding the car keys, and the protruding corners hurt her palms. She looked at the man sitting in the back seat through the car window, and was still thinking about it.

He didn't ask her to watch him eat, he clearly wanted her to be the driver.

She walked slowly to the driver's cab, opened the door, and the memories of six years later flooded into her mind, the scene before falling off the cliff, Miao Yiren's ruthless eyes with victory, and the car body flipping off the guardrail, Flipping several times in the air, her body bumped back and forth in the narrow and twisted cab...

She subconsciously took a step back, her face was completely drained of blood, "Can I... can I not drive?"

Her voice was very soft, but Li Baihan still heard it. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a sarcasm in his voice, "You don't drive, why do you want me to drive?"

Song Weiwei gritted her teeth, and sat in the car as if dying.