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

Song Weiwei was startled, she hurriedly raised her head, and bumped into a pair of deep black eyes full of bloodshot eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

Li Baihan leaned lazily on the back of the chair, staring at her with deep eyes, like a wild beast waiting for an opportunity, as long as the prey dared to act rashly, he would kill her immediately.

Song Weiwei's back felt cold, and she regretted her recklessness.

The two looked at each other in silence, as if they were trying to be more patient. In the end, Song Weiwei was the first to lose. She struggled to sit up, "Let me get up first."

Li Baihan clasped her wrist, and with a light tug, she sat back down again. She glared at him angrily, "Boss Li, it's work time now."

Li Baihan stared at her with his dark and deep eyes, as if he wanted to stare into the depths of her soul to see what she was thinking.

Song Weiwei was terrified by his gaze, and she didn't know who she borrowed courage from. She suddenly leaned over and kissed the corner of the man's lips.

Li Baihan: "..."

He froze all over, and Song Weiwei took advantage of his stupor to quickly get up from his lap, stood at a safe distance, and looked at him with flickering eyes.

Li Baihan didn't expect her tactics to be upgraded at all, and was completely dazed by her kiss, she obviously resisted his touch.

On the sofa yesterday, her stiff body was the worst blow to his masculine self-esteem.

But why did she kiss him?

Song Weiwei was very uncomfortable being stared at by him, she felt very uncomfortable, and she didn't know why she kissed the corner of his mouth.

In fact, this is much more ambiguous than two people kissing directly.

But she had already kissed her, and she just wanted to quickly break the ambiguous and weird atmosphere.

She dawdled and took out the nightmare doll that was about to be deformed by her from her trousers pocket, hung it on her fingertips and handed it out, "I heard that the nightmare doll can swallow nightmares, you can't sleep well, you can take it Under the pillow."

Li Baihan's eyes moved down, looking at the handmade doll dangling at her fingertips. The color matching was good, but the workmanship was really not satisfactory.

But after staring at it for a long time, I found that it was quite ugly and cute.

Seeing that he didn't reach out to pick it up, Song Weiwei just stared at the doll, she said: "I know ugly is a bit ugly, but the meaning is good, if you don't want it..."

Just as she was about to take her hand back, the man had already reached out to take it away.

Li Baihan looked at the rough workmanship, his brows and eyes were full of disgust, "You did it?"

Song Weiwei pursed her lips and did not speak.

Li Baihan glanced over and saw that she had fallen into a strange silence, the coldness in his brows gradually disappeared, and his mood miraculously began to improve.

"It's really ugly." Li Baihan looked at it again and again, still looking disgusted.

Song Weiwei made a gesture to snatch it back, "Give me back the ugliness."

As soon as Li Baihan's long arm moved away, she snatched the time, and was so irritable that she wanted to hit someone, but Li Baihan had already opened the drawer and put the nightmare doll in.

"If you give it to me, it's mine, and the ugliness is also mine." Li Baihan said domineeringly.

Song Weiwei was speechless.

The air suddenly became quiet, and Song Weiwei rubbed her hands uncomfortably, "Then I'm going out."

"Wait a minute," Li Baihan called her, seeing her looking at him, his lips moved, and finally swallowed the words that came to his lips, "It's nothing, you go out."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Seeing her turn around and walk out of the office, Li Baihan opened the drawer and took out the nightmare doll. The red and blue color scheme was very beautiful, maybe it was because she was too short on time, or maybe she was not good at sewing, the thread was twisted into a ball, but it was her own style.

He played with it for a long time before putting the nightmare doll back, but the ice and snow between his brows were melting quietly, gradually turning into a spring.

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That afternoon, the entire secretariat was like a spring breeze. The executives who had entered the CEO's office with the lid on their heads thought they would be sprayed in the face, but they were flattered by the president's kind face.

After hearing the news, there were also staff from other departments who had made mistakes. They went in to report their work tremblingly, and came out happily, as if they had won the first prize.

Shen Qingyuan saw the opportunity to gossip with Song Weiwei, "Give the handmade doll to President Li, and I'll tell you that you can definitely make him happy."

Song Weiwei remained expressionless, "It has nothing to do with me."

"I believe in your evil." Shen Qingyuan spit out the words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, and suddenly felt comfortable physically and mentally, "I won't believe you even if you deny it."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Li Baihan didn't turn on the air conditioner in the office area, and the time passed very quickly. At 05:30, the sky outside the window was gray and the lights were just coming on.

Song Weiwei packed up her things and got ready to leave work. When she received an internal call from Li Baihan, she got up and walked in. Li Baihan was buttoning up her suit.

"Accompany me to a dinner later." Li Baihan saw her walk in without raising his head.

Song Weiwei frowned, Li Baihan usually asked Jiang Huai and Zhou Zheng to accompany him to socialize, if she had to accompany him, he would choose the luncheon.

"Didn't Special Assistant Jiang accompany you?"

Li Baihan raised his eyes to see the reluctance on her face, and said, "Five times the overtime pay, is there a deal?"

"Deal!" For the sake of money, she still agreed.

Li Baihan straightened his cuffs, with a smile on his face, "Why do you love money so much?"

"Maybe it's instinct." Song Weiwei said that even though she is the daughter of the Song family now, her brothers dote on her very much, and her parents often transfer money to her card, and on the day she moved to the Song family's household registration book, her parents gave her A company, her brothers gave her a luxury house and sports car fund, and there were too many gifts to see.

She is not short of money, but the labor income that belongs to her, she will not want it.

The two walked out of the office and took the elevator downstairs. Song Weiwei stood beside him, "Where did Special Assistant Jiang go? Didn't you arrange him to accompany you at the dinner party tonight?"

"He said he couldn't get out of bed because of vomiting and diarrhea, so he asked me to find someone else." Li Baihan put one hand in his trouser pocket, turned his head to look at her, "Do you really don't want to go with me?"

Song Weiwei: "I believe that no employee likes to work overtime, even if it is five times the overtime pay."

Li Baihan: "..."

The elevator reached the first floor, and the two of them walked out of the company. The lights were on outside, and the neon lights of the city were colorful, as if entering a dream paradise.

Such a beautiful night scene, but some people spoil the scenery.

"Miss Song, you are finally off work. Do I have the honor to invite you to have dinner?" Huang Mao suddenly came out from the corner, and handed over a red rose with hospitality.

Song Weiwei watched him wipe his hair with his hand, the greasy action made her eyes uncomfortable, she rubbed her nose, "Sorry, I'm allergic to hay fever."

Yellow Hair: "..."

Huang Mao hurriedly hid the flowers behind his back. He salivated and said with a smile: "Miss Song, I have already booked the best revolving restaurant in Beicheng. Please do me a favor and let me apologize to you in person."

"no need."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Huang Mao quickly chased after her, "Miss Song, I really want to apologize to you, you have to give me this chance."

Song Weiwei stopped in her tracks and looked at him coldly, "I said this morning that I accept your apology, but I can skip the meal. After all, we met by chance, and I'm afraid you will give me dichlorvos."

Huang Mao looked blank, "What is Dichlorvos?"

"Insecticide!" Li Bai said coldly.

Looking at his cold eyes, Huang Mao shrank his head in fear, not daring to look any further, "Miss Song, I will make you believe that I am sincere to you."

Song Weiwei had a lawsuit on her forehead, she stared at Huang Mao, waved her fist, and said harshly: "If you are not afraid of being beaten, feel free to pester me."