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

Miao Yiren looked up and saw that Li Baiming was looking out of the window with his head tilted. She followed his gaze and saw Li Baihan and Song Weiyi leaving side by side on the small road not far from the window.

She frowned, it turned out that Song Weiyi didn't come here to eat alone, so she just said, according to Song Weiyi's conditions, without an appointment, he couldn't even enter this private restaurant.

"Who else is there, brother Han's new secretary." Miao Yiren said angrily.

Li Baiming stared at the two figures outside the window. Li Baihan was dressed in a black slim suit, looking cool and dignified, and the girl walking beside him was tall and tall.

She was wearing business attire and high heels, and looked at the road with slightly lowered eyes. The sun was shining on her face, and her profile was gentle.

Li Baiming suddenly thought of a person, but that person had been dead for six years.

"So it's the newly recruited secretary, surnamed Song? The one who bought a gift for grandpa last night looks quite ordinary, and my brother is willing to take her out for dinner?" Li Baiming said.

He should have dealt with this Secretary Song before. When he called the secretary's office, he heard a strange female voice who claimed to be surnamed Song.

Miao Yiren's face was not very good-looking, "She is just trying to seduce Brother Han by relying on her resemblance to Weiwei."

"Looks like Song Weiwei?" Li Baiming propped his chin, watched them drift away, and never noticed their peeping from the beginning to the end.

He remembered Song Weiwei, when the old man asked Li Baihan to go to the countryside to pick her up, she was very rustic, except for the childish face that could be seen, the bangs that poked her bangs were so rustic.

At that time, he had just returned from studying in the UK, and he was used to seeing enthusiastic foreign women, so he was not interested in this kind of green vegetables at all.

Later, his mother told him that it was the granddaughter of his grandfather's savior, who passed away due to illness, so he took this little girl into the house, and she was going to marry Li Baihan in the future.

He liked to fight for Li Baihan's things since he was a child.

Li Baihan studied abroad, and he went to the University of London, so he tried his best to pass the exam, and if he couldn't pass the exam, he would spend money to study.

Although they were about the same age and went to the same university, Li Baihan was excellent both in character and academics, and he graduated early and returned to China to take over the family business. However, he missed the final defense due to drunkenness and returned to China half a year late.

When he came back, Li Baihan actually already had a young fiancee.

He didn't pay attention to this little girl at first, after all, he had seen and played with all kinds of women, and he was not interested in this kind of women who were like porridge and side dishes.

However, the little girl has been raised in Li's family for a year, and she has been completely reborn after she went to university. She is obviously still filthy, but she is still eye-catching, and occasionally she will feel amazed when she looks at her.

Miao Yiren turned her head and saw Li Baiming's expression of interest, she frowned. "You don't want her too, do you?"

"What are you talking about? I can fall in love with that little girl who looks so green and out of date?" Li Baiming withdrew his gaze, "No wonder big brother ignores you, there is a better substitute around you, Yiren, I really feel for you Embarrassed and heartbroken.”

Miao Yiren watched the two figures disappear behind the red wall and green tiles, she withdrew her gaze, a mocking arc curled up on her lips.

He was stabbed severely by Li Baiming.

Song Weiwei and Li Baihan walked back to the company, they stepped into the office, and the landline on the secretary's desk rang non-stop.

She walked over quickly to connect and communicate with the customer on the opposite side.

After hanging up the phone, another phone rang again. After she finished answering all the calls, she looked at the time and found that an hour had passed. No wonder her voice was hoarse.

She quickly copied down the main points just now, then walked into the office with a notepad, and said in a businesslike way: "Mr. Li, Mr. Huo Tingshuang from the Huo Group invites you to play golf at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Liu from the Liu Group Regarding the details of the cooperation, I would like to have an interview with you, do you think it will be arranged during the long vacation or after the long vacation?"

Li Baihan looked up at her, "Call Mr. Huo back. I will come at ten o'clock tomorrow morning as scheduled. In addition, for the details of cooperation with the Liu Group, let Mr. Liu make an appointment after the festival."

Song Weiwei quickly wrote it down in a notepad, and when she finished, she said, "Just now the Publicity Department called and said that you promised to present prizes to the employees who won the team building championship last weekend. Let's see which one you have this afternoon." Is the time period more appropriate?"

Li Baihan pondered for a while, "Now, let the publicity department inform the winning employees to come upstairs, and you can take a photo for us later and put it on the company's honor wall."

"it is good."

Song Weiwei put away her notepad and was about to go out when a man's deep voice came from behind, "Go play golf with me tomorrow."

Song Weiwei paused, then looked back at Li Bai's cold and stern face, "Boss Li, does this count as overtime?"

"Naturally, three times the salary." Li Baihan licked his teeth, a little confused whether his secretary loved money or not.

Say she loves money, she spends millions to keep her mouth shut, say she doesn't love money, let her accompany him to play golf, and she still cares about overtime wages.

Women, it's really hard to understand!

"Okay, tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, please send a car to pick me up on time, you know I can't drive." Song Weiwei readily agreed.

In fact, she also wanted to meet that Huo Tingshuang. He was Mu Yunxi's ex-husband. Their wedding of the century was a sensation in Beicheng.

Now, they have parted ways, which is really embarrassing.

Song Weiwei walked out of the office and saw Shen Qingyuan and the security captain standing by her desk. She walked over, and Shen Qingyuan said, "Secret Song, Captain Li has sent a maintenance bill, which needs to be signed by President Li."

"Give it to me." Song Weiwei nodded to the security captain, took the bill, and glanced at the maintenance cost. She was a little dizzy.

Leaving aside the maintenance cost of Li Baihan's Bentley, there was a Ferrari and a Porsche parked opposite Li Baihan at that time, the front of which was smashed, and more than a dozen cars were repaired. Looking at the huge maintenance fee, she felt like she was selling herself Changgong, this account is still not cleared.

"Secret Song, are you alright?" Shen Qingyuan looked at her worriedly, fearing that she would pass by all of a sudden.

Song Weiwei took a deep breath, waved her hand and said, "It's all right, I'll bring the bill to President Li for signature, and then I'll hand it over to the accountant."

"Then I'll trouble Secretary Song."

Song Weiwei sent the security captain away with a sad face, and was heartbroken about the bill all afternoon, but since she said she would pay for the repairs, she would not go to Li Baihan to sign.

In the afternoon, Li Baihan presented awards to the team building champions, took a group photo, and he left straight away. Song Weiwei posted the photo on the honor wall downstairs, and then went back to the office to get the bag.

As soon as she entered the office area, she heard an ambiguous female voice from the CEO's office, "Honey, don't be here... If Secretary Song comes back and bumps into us, it will be so embarrassing in the future."

Beicheng got dark early, and it was already dark after five o'clock.The lights in the CEO's office were not turned on, and the street lights shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the light was dim and ambiguous.

The office was breathing heavily, and through the glass door, a man and a woman could be seen hugging and kissing at the desk.