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

The female secretary seemed oblivious to what happened just now. She pushed the red envelope back and said in a low voice, "Mr. Li appreciates Secretary Song's conduct. I believe we will have a pleasant cooperation."

Song Weiwei didn't want to argue with the secretary. She took the red envelope, stepped forward suddenly, hooked her fingers around the secretary's neckline, and inserted the red envelope into the collar diagonally.

It would be absolutely obscene if someone else did this move, but Song Weiwei did it exceptionally handsomely, with an A value beyond the charts.

She also lowered her voice, "Tell Mr. Li that his method of buying people's hearts is outdated. Next time, use something fresher."

After finishing speaking, she didn't care about the change of the female secretary's colorful expression. Shi Shiran left the bathroom and walked to the handrail outside. She saw the figure disappearing at the gate downstairs.

She hooked her lips and returned to the box.

After the dinner, the group left the hotel, sent Mr. Li away, and they walked back to the company.

Sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the row upon row of high-rise buildings and fell on the two of them. There were many pedestrians around them, but the two of them walked safely and leisurely.

The two walked in silence for a while, and the ginkgo leaves on both sides of the street fell off, leaving only bare tree branches, and the eyes were full of desolation.

Fortunately, the sun is shining, and the autumn scenery is unique.

"By the way, the sculptor sent me the blueprint last night, do you want to take a look?" Song Weiwei took out her phone and pulled out the photo for him to see.

Li Baihan stopped in his tracks, leaned his head slightly to look at the screen of the phone, the first picture he took looked smooth, but it was not as stunning as the finished product.

"You can handle the details, I trust your aesthetics." Li Baihan said.

Song Weiwei pursed her lips, "President Li, this is the highest compliment you can give me."

Seeing her rarely showing a smile, Li Baihan's heart skipped a beat, remembering the way her eyes were shining when she was picking out rough stones yesterday, he said, "You like jade very much?"

"I like expensive things." Song Weiwei said.

Li Baihan shook his head, "When we went in, there were so many jewelry counters downstairs, you didn't even glance at them. It's not that you like expensive things, you only have a soft spot for jade."

Song Weiwei was slightly surprised, "Isn't our purpose just to pick jade? If you let me go shopping, then I must be interested in everything, after all, I am a woman."

Li Baihan's eyes glanced over his half-drooped eyelids. Song Weiwei was wearing a black suit, her body was clean and refreshing. The only accessory was the jade bracelet on her wrist.

He didn't look at it carefully before, but now he looked at it, and found that this jade bracelet was an exotic glass species, he seemed to have seen it somewhere.

He frowned and thought about it, and finally remembered that it was an auction item at a certain auction. The starting price was 1000 million, and the last 5000 million was bought by a mysterious buyer.

He held her wrist, obviously feeling her muscles and bones stiff in his palm.

Song Weiyi didn't like his touch.

He raised his eyes to look at her, "Jade is very attractive, and it is difficult for ordinary people to wear it with its temperament, but wearing jadeite on your wrist makes you gorgeous and elegant."

Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows, met his admiring gaze, and said, "I didn't expect Boss Li to talk sweetly, did you just use this trick to trick those silly girls into bed?"

Li Baihan smiled leisurely, saying that he was a gentleman, "No, I praise you from the bottom of my heart."

Song Weiwei discovered that if Li Baihan wanted to please someone wholeheartedly, that person would most likely be fascinated by him, and it would be difficult to escape from his grasp.

however.

She is not one of those silly girls.

She used to love him with all her heart, but what she got in return was that he turned ruthless when he fell asleep and designed her to die.Unless she has amnesia, she won't be moved.

She withdrew her hand and hung it by her side, the warmth on her wrist disappeared quickly, leaving only endless coldness, "That's right, a handsome and rich man like Mr. Li, there is no need to lie, naturally there are women who will follow him .”

Li Baihan took a step back, seeing her suddenly cold face, he frowned in displeasure.

For some reason, he always felt that she was capricious, she was kissing him passionately one second, but the next second was cold, and he often couldn't figure it out.

I don't know what she was thinking in her heart, why her attitude suddenly became cold, did he say something wrong?
But when he recalled the conversation just now, he didn't feel that any word he had offended her.

If it were someone else, maybe he wouldn't be used to her problems at all, but when facing her, there was always a voice in his heart that forced him to get close to her and understand her.

He walked a few steps quickly and blocked her way, "Song Weiwei, why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Song Weiwei didn't expect him to ask so straightforwardly. A look of surprise flashed across her eyes, and then she calmly said, "I'm not unhappy."

Li Baihan stared into her eyes that were as quiet as a cold pool, he always wanted to know what she was thinking, but found that she never gave him a chance to see through her.

A deep sense of powerlessness seized him, and he suddenly stepped forward, held her face in his arms and kissed her.

Song Weiwei reacted very quickly, she turned her face away, Li Baihan's cold lips brushed against her face, and pressed against her ear, his voice was gnashing his teeth, "Song Weiwei, one day, I will let you treat yourself exactly like you are." Lay it out in front of me."

This sentence……

I don't know if it's a love story or a joke.

Song Weiwei was stunned, the heat in her ears went away, Li Baihan pinched her earlobe, his expression had returned to normal, "Let's go, go to work."

Song Weiwei stood where she was, looking at the man's slender and straight back. His shoulders were broad and his legs were long, and his slim suit was well supported by his figure.

She raised her hand and rubbed her hot earlobe, and followed slowly.

In the afternoon, the two of them had nothing to do except work. It seemed that everything that happened at noon had passed, but every time Song Weiwei sent documents in, she could feel the low pressure emanating from the man.

She just didn't realize what to do.

"Secretary Song, come quickly." Seeing Song Weiwei bringing the documents, Shen Qingyuan quickly waved to her.

Shen Qingyuan was the only one in the office, and Song Weiwei gave her the document, "The document signed this morning will be filed in the archives room, what about the others?"

"Go out, come and sit." Shen Qingyuan pressed her on his chair, grabbed a handful of small twists from the drawer and stuffed them into her hand, "Have some snacks, this little twists are very delicious."

Song Weiwei took one apart and put it in her mouth. Seeing her eyes light up, she said, "Is there anything good you want to tell me?"

"I just harassed your yellow hair in the morning, and someone picked it out. In the company intranet forum, he also harassed other secretaries before." Shen Qingyuan leaned over and held the mouse, and clicked a few times on the desktop, "I just I ate a big mouthful of melon and it was still warm, look at it, it completely subverts my three views."

Song Weiwei looked at the computer. The forum page on the company's intranet was extremely simple, with a big word on the top of the title, #街小惊惊 molesting the senior secretary one after another, forcing him to leave the job due to the harassment. Is it a loss of humanity or a loss of morality? #
Song Weiwei swiped the mouse to browse through the posts, and found that Huang Mao was also quite smart, and would change his hairstyle every time. If he hadn't overturned his car at her place today, no one would have noticed him.

"Secret Song, who do you think ordered this yellow hair?" Shen Qingyuan asked.

Song Weiwei took another small twist, chewing it loudly, "Who knows, but if I were him, I probably wouldn't dare to come again."

However, Song Weiwei was wrong. Huang Mao came again the next day. Not only did he come, but he also brought her a big surprise.