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

There were a lot of onlookers, and Huang Mao stood there holding a banner for everyone to take pictures, and occasionally posing in poses, people who didn't know thought he was here for a show.

Song Weiwei walked up the stairs and walked into the company without looking sideways.

Huang Mao's eyes were sharp, and he stepped forward to block her way, "Miss Song, I have waited for you, and I have come to apologize to you."

Song Weiwei looked at him coldly, "Get out of the way!"

Huang Mao is not in a hurry, he is wearing a suit today, his messy yellow hair has been carefully groomed, and he still looks like a human.

But he has been wandering around the streets and alleys all year round, which makes him smell like a hooligan, and wearing a suit is neither fish nor fowl.

"Miss Song, don't be so unkind, I'm really here to apologize to you." Huang Mao saw that she was turning sideways to leave, and once again dodged in front of her.

Song Weiwei frowned, "I have received your offer of apology, so can I go?"

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment. Yesterday he didn't look at her carefully at all. She was wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses, and she looked old-fashioned, giving people a very rustic feeling.

In fact, looking at her so closely, her eyes are very beautiful, as clear as a lake at night, which makes people unconsciously indulge in it.

"No, Ms. Song, we can be regarded as acquaintances, can we make friends?" Huang Mao said as he stepped back.

Song Weiwei continued to walk towards the company without stopping. She said, "We don't know each other. Tell me to crush you in all aspects. Also, will social elites be friends with street gangsters? It's not like that in TV dramas." .”

Yellow Hair: "..."

Does this woman have a mouth to hurt others?
Huang Mao salivated and said, "I'm not a street gangster. I also have a job. I repair motorcycles. I look glamorous without your work, but I earn tens of thousands a month. Being friends with you is not a high rise, right?"

"Forget it!" Song Weiwei stopped, her eyes became colder, she rubbed her wrist, "Do you want to go by yourself, or do you want me to beat you up?"

Huang Mao looked at her clenched fist, and his heart was trembling. He had tasted the pain of having his jaw removed. He took a step back in fear, "Miss Song, I really want to be friends with you."

"Sorry, I don't want to be friends with people who harass me." After Song Weiwei finished speaking, she opened him and walked into the company.

Huang Mao finally stabilized his figure. He looked at Song Weiwei's back and shouted: "Miss Song, I just like a cool person like you. I'm committed to you as a friend."

Song Weiwei: "..."

The onlookers saw that the protagonists had left, and seeing that the check-in time was approaching, they went into the company one after another to check in. Huang Mao was still clamoring behind that he would not give up.

"Why does this person have the face to come here? He won't pester Secretary Song to resign, will he?"

"Who knows, Song Mi has stepped on shit, and his reputation will definitely be tainted by him. With his sloppy appearance, how dare he compare Song Mi?"

"Some people just want toads to eat swan meat, but I don't think Song Mi is easy. You didn't see her ruthlessness in unloading people's jaws yesterday. In my opinion, besides disgusting her, this yellow hair probably can't do her well."

"Secret Song's skill, even a man would be afraid, okay?"

Everyone walked into the elevator while chatting, and when they saw Li Baihan standing in the elevator like a demon, they immediately fell silent and greeted Li Baihan one after another.

"Mr. Li, morning!"

Li Baihan raised his eyelids, keenly caught the voice from outside the company's gate, and asked, "Who is that?"

Originally, no one dared to go into the elevator. Li Baihan's evil spirit was too strong, and the small staff members were all trembling in their hearts.

Hearing his question now, someone boldly answered, "Secret Song's suitor is that Huang Mao who made an oolong mess yesterday."

Li Baihan looked at the person who spoke, "What's going on?"

The man got the attention of the boss, and he was nervous and excited for a while, he resisted the urge to rub his hands and gossip, "That Huang Mao said that he wanted to make friends with Song Mi and pursue Song Mi, but Song Mi refused."

Li Baihan's brows were cold, and his eyes were dark, showing no emotion, "Yes."

The elevator closed slowly, and as soon as the powerful and icy aura disappeared, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, "Oh my god, I was scared to death. Have you noticed that the boss is in a particularly bad mood today?"

"Need you to say, the moment the elevator door opened, I thought I was standing in front of the ice cellar."

"No, I thought I traveled to the northern hemisphere in an instant, it was scary."

Song Weiwei went to the office first, Li Baihan. At this moment, she was wiping the desktop of the president's office with a rag, when the door opened behind her, she froze for a moment.

What happened here yesterday afternoon came to her mind uncontrollably, she pursed her lips, turned around and looked at the man who walked in.

He is wearing a black shirt and black suit today, and he has a cold aura all over his body, which makes people feel very depressed.

She said neither humble nor overbearing: "Morning, Mr. Li!"

Li Baihan didn't even look at her out of the corner of his eye, he went straight in, lit a cigarette by the French window, and soon the smoke filled the air.

Song Weiwei smelled the fresh smell of tobacco, mixed with the cold cedar smell on the man's body, and felt that she was in the northeast in an instant.

She didn't stay long, and went out after wiping the desk a few times.

Li Baihan leaned in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down from here, there were red roses spread all over the floor in front of the company's gate, and a person stood in the center of the red roses, holding a sign in his hand, and people who passed by stopped to watch.

In fact, the floor was so high that the people downstairs were as big as ants, but the yellow hair was really glaring and made his eyes uncomfortable.

His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and the smoke slowly escaped from the gap between his lips. He underestimated Song Weiyi's charm.

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Downstairs, Huang Mao planned to wait for the rabbit, but he didn't believe that if he stayed here for a few days, he wouldn't be able to move Song Weiyi's heart.

He put down the sign and sat cross-legged among the rose bushes. The roses in this place cost him thousands of dollars, but fortunately Brother Xiao paid him back.

As long as he wins Song Weiyi and lets her go out to dinner with him, Brother Xiao will give him one hundred thousand.

Thinking of the 10 yuan he was about to get, he felt it was worth it even if he stood here in the cold wind and got stared at.

And he believed that even a strong woman is afraid of pestering her husband, especially a high-ranking woman like Song Weiyi. As long as he uses the right method, is he afraid that she won't be able to catch her?
He took out a cigarette and just lit it, when suddenly a heavy rain fell on his head, which just poured water on his head and face, and the cigarette he just lit was also extinguished.

He was very sad inside, looked up, where is the rain?

He got up from the ground and turned around, only to find that it was really not raining, it was someone splashing water upstairs, he didn't know where the water came from, he pulled his clothes to his nose and sniffed , a smell of dust, so angry that he rushed upstairs and raised his middle finger.

After a while, the security guard came to chase him away, and swept all the red roses on the ground into the trash can without saying a word.

Song Weiwei was sitting at the desk making preparations for today's meeting. She always felt that she had forgotten something, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

Shen Qingyuan came over to deliver the documents to her, "Secret Song, did you not sleep well last night, the dark circles under your eyes are heavy again, if this continues, you will become a national treasure."

Song Weiwei took the documents, and handed her a few more documents to be copied, "Please help me copy these documents, I need them for a meeting later."

"Okay." Shen Qingyuan happily took it, turned and walked to the photocopying room.

In the corridor, the cleaning aunt saw Shen Qingyuan coming out, and quickly went up to meet him and asked, "Secretary Shen, have you seen my cleaning basin? I haven't found it all morning."

Shen Qingyuan said: "I didn't see it. If you don't look for it anymore, did you forget it somewhere?"

"I've looked for it, but I can't find it anywhere. Alas, I'm getting old and my memory is bad."

Song Weiwei heard their conversation outside, and suddenly remembered that she brought water into Li Baihan's office to wipe the bookshelves in the morning, but she forgot to bring it out later.

She patted her forehead fiercely, no wonder she always felt that she had forgotten something.

Probably because of a guilty conscience, she secretly peeked into the CEO's office. If she went in to get the cleaning basin now, would Li Baihan mock her?

Ah, strike me with lightning!