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

Song Weiwei was sitting in front of the secretary's desk working. From time to time, she saw the elevator going to the sunny glass greenhouse on the top floor. She didn't care, and continued to discuss the itinerary with the client.

Shen Qingyuan came over quietly and gave her a pack of handmade candies. Seeing that she hung up the phone, she whispered: "Secretary Song, what are you doing on the top floor?"

The top floor is usually used as a leisure place for employees during lunch breaks, and a sunny glass greenhouse is built to facilitate employees to rest and bask in the sun.

Song Weiwei shook her head, "I don't know."

Shen Qingyuan remembered that she usually kept her ears to the outside world and only did her work. Knowing that she never participated in gossip.

"I went downstairs to deliver the documents just now. When I came up, I saw several workers in the elevator. There were sacks piled up in front of them, which looked heavy."

Song Weiwei looked up at her, seeing her curious face, she said, "After lunch, let's go up and have a look."

Shen Qingyuan immediately smiled, "Secret Song still understands me best, so I'll come over and find you to eat in the cafeteria later."

Song Weiwei watched Shen Qingyuan leave happily, and she was quite envious of her being so carefree. She had too many burdens in her heart, and she had already forgotten what it was like to be carefree.

At noon, the two went to the cafeteria for dinner.

When they walked into the cafeteria, the staff in the cafeteria paid their attention to them one after another. Song Weiwei found that these people were all looking at her with scrutiny in their eyes.

She looked back one by one, and everyone immediately looked away, pretending to be serious about eating.

The two went to pick up the meal, and sat down in a corner where no one was there. Song Weiwei could still feel the invisible gaze behind her.

She asked Shen Qingyuan, "Have I got any makeup?"

Shen Qingyuan looked up at her face, only to find that her makeup was as clear as when she came in the morning, without any smudges.

"Secret Song, what kind of liquid foundation do you usually use? Your makeup is so advanced and clear, it's almost impossible to tell that you're wearing makeup."

Song Weiwei originally wanted to think if she was wearing makeup, and everyone looked at her with such strange eyes, but when Shen Qingyuan asked her, she felt a little ordinary.

"It has nothing to do with liquid foundation. Later, I taught you several methods of applying foundation to ensure that your face is as smooth as an egg, and your foundation will last longer than that."

Shen Qingyuan: "I suspect you are engaging in pornography."

Someone beside him chuckled, and they both turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw Li Baihan standing beside Song Weiwei with a plate of dinner, and seeing the two of them looking over, he sat down beside her calmly.

Song Weiwei: "..."

Shen Qingyuan looked at Li Baihan in a neat suit. The boss was usually aloof and abstinent, but when he met Secretary Song, he turned into soft fingers like Mu Chunfeng.

She wanted to talk to Secretary Song about the big project going on on the roof, but when the boss came, she turned into a pouting gourd, not daring to jump out a word.

Song Weiwei looked at her reserved appearance, and glared at Li Baihan complainingly, "Don't you have a dinner at noon today?"

"Canceled temporarily." Li Baihan ignored her bad attitude, "You don't want to accompany me, what's the point of me having dinner with an old man?"

Song Weiwei rolled her eyes, "President Li, can you please walk alone?"

"I don't." The man was willful, "I just like to have dinner with you."

Shen Qingyuan sat by the side, listening to the boss acting like a baby to Secretary Song with a cold and ascetic face, she wished she would lose her hearing immediately.

She shouldn't be sitting here, she should be hiding under the table, how can she be worthy of listening to the boss talk about love?
She doesn't deserve it!
Song Weiwei glanced at Shen Qingyuan, her face was full of drama, it made her stomach ache, she lowered her head to eat, neither of them wanted to talk to each other.

When Li Baihan came to eat in the cafeteria, no one dared to look at them blatantly, nor dared to speak loudly, so they had to transfer to the group.

So everyone held chopsticks in one hand and typed crazily with the other.

"Too bad, Mr. Li actually came to the cafeteria to eat again. He arrived after Secretary Song, and after taking the meal, he sat next to Secretary Song. It's so boring."

"I was sitting behind the two of them, and when I heard the boss acting like a baby to Secretary Song, I was gone."

"Yes, yes, the boss is acting like a baby, Su. It's completely different from his usual cold tone. I really want to pass through Secretary Song and ask the boss to say a few more words."

"Secretary Song is so cold and aloof. She doesn't call at all. How could anyone resist the boss's charm?"

Shen Qingyuan sat across from the two of them and suffered a frontal shock. At this time, her mobile phone kept vibrating in her pocket, making her legs numb.

She glanced at the two people opposite, but they didn't pay attention to her.

She sneakily took out her phone. Originally, she wanted to turn it to silent so as not to be shaken by the vibration mode and cause leg cramps. But when she opened the group chat, she saw the message they sent.

She secretly poked a glance at the two people who looked very different from each other, and she sent a message in the group.

"Are you as miserable as I am? What I suffered was a frontal shock! [Bomb] [Skeleton]"

There was a burst of laughter in the group, and everyone's attention was diverted, and they all asked Shen Qingyuan what it was like to eat at the same table with the boss.

Shen Qingyuan looked up to the sky and sighed: "It's sour!"

There was another haha ​​in the group.

Fortunately, Li Baihan didn't act like a monster anymore, and the two ate quietly. Shen Qingyuan couldn't bear the pressure, so he stuffed the food from the dinner plate into his stomach, got up and ran away.

Song Weiwei turned her head to look at Li Baihan, "Look, you scared people away."

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, "I look so scary?"

Song Weiwei sized him up carefully, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, Li Baihan's character was not very good, but his appearance was impeccable.

But she won't praise him.

"Well, it's scary, it has three heads and six arms."

Li Baihan: "..."

He raised his hand to pinch her cheek, but Song Weiwei couldn't dodge it, and was pinched squarely by him. She raised her eyebrows and stared at him with a fierce expression.

Li Baihan's eyes fainted with a smile, and he pinched her mouth with the other hand, "Your mouth is really loved and hated."

Song Weiwei's mouth was pinched into a duck's mouth by him, and she couldn't get rid of it, she was so annoyed, fortunately, all the staff in the cafeteria had left at this moment, otherwise she would have been fine if she was seen.

Li Baihan was afraid that she would be really angry, so he squeezed it and let go. Song Weiwei glared at him, picked up the dinner plate, got up and left.

Li Baihanjun still had a smile on his face, but he was very disappointed in his heart. After all, she was no longer the Song Weiwei she used to be. What should he do to make her show her soft side?
Song Weiwei took the elevator upstairs and returned to the secretary desk. She glanced at the time and sent a message to Shen Qingyuan, "I finished eating, where are you?"

Shen Qingyuan ate too quickly just now, and now her stomach feels uncomfortable. She is getting stomach medicine in the company's infirmary. The doctor is very young, and he is a handsome guy.

The little handsome guy has slender fingers and well-defined joints.

Shen Qingyuan secretly took a photo and sent it to Song Weiwei, "[Picture] benefits of manual control."

Song Weiwei clicked on the picture, and a beautiful and slender hand filled the screen of her mobile phone. The hand is quite beautiful, it is...

"Whose hand is this?"

Song Weiwei was startled, the phone slipped from between her fingers, and was caught by a big hand. When she looked up, she saw Li Baihan staring down at her phone screen.

He has no expression and can't see any emotions, but the low air pressure around him makes people feel full of oppression.

Song Weiwei pursed her lips tightly, "How do I know?"

It's not that she admits cowardice, but she really doesn't know.

Li Baihan looked at her condescendingly, as if examining the authenticity of her words, after a long while, he smiled leisurely, "Are you controlling the hand?"

Song Weiwei learned to sculpt, and she really likes the kind of slender hands. Back then, she liked Li Baihan, but it was his hands that first attracted her.

At that time, she was tied to a wooden frame by the village head and forced her to marry his stupid son. When the whip was about to fall on her, one hand suddenly grabbed the whip, but the whip did not fall on her.

She raised her eyes and saw that the leather whip was drawn backwards on the back of that hand, leaving a deep red welt. The red mark bloomed on the back of the white hand, which made the hand look too good.

At this moment, her gaze fell on the back of his hand involuntarily, as if she saw the red marks left by that year.

Li Baihan didn't hear her answer, but he got the answer from the fascination in her eyes. His smile deepened, and he touched the screen a few times with his finger, and the photo disappeared.

He clicked on the camera function, took a picture of his hand, set it as wallpaper, and then returned the phone to Song Weiwei, "If you like to look at hands, you can look at mine."

The tone is domineering and authoritarian.

Song Weiwei looked down at the screen of her mobile phone. There was indeed an extra hand on it. The camera was taken from the wrist down. The fingers were slender and the joints were well-proportioned, just like a cartoon hand.

only……

"As soon as I turned on the phone, I saw a hand. Mr. Li, don't you think this is scary?"

The corners of Li Baihan's brows twitched fiercely. This girl always had a way to make him angry. With his hands on the desk, he leaned slightly and approached her, "If you dare to delete it, I will send you photos every day."

Song Weiwei: "..."

She is so scared!

Li Baihan managed to see the look of fear in her eyes, he raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, turned around and walked away.

Song Weiwei watched his back disappear into the CEO's office. She looked down at the hand on the screen, and the more she looked at it, the more horrified she became.

She called out the original photo, put it in Meitu and processed it, adding a red mark on the back of the fair hand, and sharpening the edge, making the hand instantly vivid and sexy.

She reset it as a wallpaper, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but the more she looked at it, the hotter her face became. For some reason, she always felt that this hand was full of lust.

She couldn't bear to look directly at her, and quickly clicked on WeChat.

Shen Qingyuan sent several more WeChat messages.

"Isn't it beautiful? Let me tell you, this little brother's hands are amazing. I can't help but blush when I look at his hands."

"I'll go, he pressed my stomach, and I almost fainted from happiness."

"No, I have to hold on, I can't be sorry to our old Qin."

"Secret Song, where are you?"

Song Weiwei watched her act out the whole process of cheating and then awakening, laughed and scolded the actress, and then messaged her back, "I'm in the office, when will you come up?"

Shen Qingyuan's message came back quickly, "I'm here, I'm here, but Secretary Song, why don't you come to the infirmary to have a look? This little brother's hands are really pretty, and he can also massage."

Song Weiwei replied: "I didn't say that, I have seen more beautiful hands."

"Who, whose?"

Song Weiwei thought for a while, and sent the PS photo to Shen Qingyuan, and it took a long time before she received Shen Qingyuan's reply, "Oh my god, this is so pretty, I'm going to have a nosebleed."

Song Weiwei: "You can only watch from a distance, and you can't play with it!"

Shen Qingyuan: "Secret Song, you are so obscene."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Is it because what she said is obscene, or is the brain circuit of some people inherently obscene?

She put away her phone and waited for a while until the elevator opened. Shen Qingyuan stood in the elevator and waved to her, "Secretary Song, come in quickly."

Song Weiwei strode over, and the elevator closed to go to the top floor.

Shen Qingyuan poked and asked her secretly, "Secret Song, whose hand did you really recruit this, you are so lustful!"

Song Weiwei kept her cold expression unchanged, and said flatly: "I advise you not to know."

The more mysterious she refused to say, the more curious Shen Qingyuan became. She pondered for a while, "It shouldn't belong to any celebrity, but you and I both know each other. Could it be Mr. Li's hand?"

Song Weiwei glanced at her.

Shen Qingyuan clapped his hands vigorously, "I knew it, no wonder you didn't say it, Secretary Song, you actually secretly took pictures of President Li's hand, and you made such a fuss, tsk tsk~ woman, I misread you."

Song Weiwei: "..."

The elevator opened with a "ding" sound, and the two walked out of the elevator. The top floor has a large area. Except for the sunny glass greenhouse, other places are designed as open landscapes, with lawns and green belts, creating a leisure space for hanging gardens.

However, the lawn was occupied at this time, surrounded by green cloth, leaving only a small door for workers to enter, and the two walked over curiously.

"Such a big project, what is it going to do?"

Song Weiwei was also full of doubts. They walked to the small door, just in time to see a person who looked like a foreman coming out, blocking their way, "Construction is underway inside, you can't go in."

Shen Qingyuan quickly asked: "Brother, what are you doing here?"

"We signed a non-disclosure agreement, so we can't talk about it." The foreman looked serious, and began to drive them away after speaking, "It's a mess here, you two should leave quickly."

Shen Qingyuan looked at Song Weiwei, "Why don't we go back, it's not a big deal, I guess it's just rebuilding a miniature golf course or something."

Song Weiwei nodded, "Let's go, let's go down."

From this day on, there will be knocking and banging noises coming from the roof. The CEO's office is downstairs, and it will be the most affected, but he dares not speak out. It is said that the renovation upstairs was made by President Li. .

The secretariat is disturbed by noise every day, and everyone is miserable. Fortunately, it is already early winter. If it were placed in summer, everyone would probably get angry.

Just when everyone was about to ask Song Weiwei to write a letter to Li Baihan, the noise suddenly stopped, and the workers also left, and the upstairs seemed to be completed.

Song Weiwei was going back to Jiangcheng on the weekend, and she was still working overtime on Friday. Li Baihan came out of the office, stood in front of the secretary's desk, and said to her mysteriously, "Come here, I'll take you somewhere."

Song Weiwei's heart moved slightly, and she was caught by his deep voice, "Where are you going?"

Li Baihan grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from the chair. A red ribbon was wrapped around his hand, which made the knuckles of his hand well-proportioned and very beautiful.

He covered her eyes with a red ribbon, then took her hand and took it out, "Trust me, don't open your eyes!"