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

On Monday, Song Weiwei sent Chenchen to the kindergarten, and then went to the company to report. Her entry into the job went smoothly, and she took office in the president's office at 09:30.

Her desk is outside Li Baihan's office, separated only by a glass door, which is convenient for Li Baihan to arrive at any time, and it is also convenient for her to keep track of Li Baihan's movements at any time.

She is very clear about her purpose, once she succeeds, she will immediately take Song Chenchen out of Beicheng.

Li Baihan came out of the elevator in a suit, passed by the secretary's desk, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and thought that the person sitting there was Song Weiwei.He stopped suddenly and turned to look at the new secretary who had stood up to greet him.

"Morning, Mr. Li!"

Li Baihan stared at her blankly. The new secretary was wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses. Her skin was very dark. Even with makeup on, it couldn't cover the freckles on her cheeks. to the type.

He frowned, feeling a lot of disappointment in his heart. The new secretary didn't look like Song Weiwei at all. Why did he think that the person sitting there was Song Weiwei when he saw her profile just now?
"Well," Li Baihan's voice paused slightly, "Secretary Song, a cup of coffee with a spoonful of milk and two spoonfuls of sugar."

Song Weiwei watched his slender and tall figure enter the office, a sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, and she turned to make coffee in the tea room.

Of course she wouldn't make coffee honestly. With such a good opportunity, if she didn't straighten Li Baihan, she would be sorry for being dumped when she fell asleep.

Song Weiwei ground a cup of mocha, and while there was no one in the tea room, she poured the concentrated bitter gourd juice into it, stirred it, added two spoonfuls of milk and one spoonful of sugar, and brought it into the CEO's office as if nothing had happened.

The president's office is very well decorated. The man sits behind a large desk. The cold tone of the room sets off his sharp eyebrows and sharp aura.

"President Li, your coffee." Song Weiwei put down the coffee, turned around and was about to go out.

"Wait a minute." Li Baihan suddenly called her to stop, Song Weiwei's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show it on her face, "President Li, what else do you want?"

Li Baihan picked up the coffee and looked at her with deep eyes, "There is a social gathering at noon, you go with me, the information is on your desk, you can check it out in advance."

Song Weiwei was worrying about how to get close to Li Baihan, and wanted to make a quick decision, but she didn't expect Li Baihan to give her a pillow when she fell asleep.

"I see."

Song Weiwei turned around and went out, but didn't notice that Li Bohan was staring at her back thoughtfully. He took a sip of his coffee and almost spit it out. An indescribable bitter taste rushed in his mouth, making his stomach nauseous.

He stared at the faintly green coffee in the mug, what is this, a biological weapon?
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Song Weiwei finished the work at hand, checked the time, she got up and walked to the CEO's office, raised her hand and knocked on the door, "President Li, it's time for us to go."

She waited, but she didn't get a response. She poked her head in and saw Li Baihan lying on the desk, sleeping openly.

She was speechless for a while, the boss of the dignified company is fishing at work, can it still work?

She tapped on the table, "Mr. Li, Mr. Li?"

Li Baihan seemed to be taken aback, he raised his head suddenly, stared at the woman in front of him in a daze, a few seconds later he wiped his face, and asked with his usual expression, "What's wrong?"

Song Weiwei didn't notice Li Baihan's expression, but saw his handsome handsome face that looked like smallpox, she was so startled that her eyes widened and she opened her mouth for a long time before pointing to his handsome face and said: " President Li, your face..."

Under her suspicious gaze, Li Baihan turned his head and looked at the metal decoration that was so shiny that it could be used as a mirror. When he saw the red bumps on his face clearly, his handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot.