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

Seeing her packing up, Xiao Lin looked surprised, "Boss, are you leaving get off work?"

"Well, the door closes at six o'clock today, and you should go back earlier. You should go on a date, and you should go shopping." Song Weiwei put the tools back in the tool box, and went out with her bag.

Xiao Lin didn't expect that she would go on strike when she said she would go on strike. Not only did she go on strike, but she also asked the entire studio to go on strike with her.

When she chased to the door, Song Weiwei had already boarded a taxi parked by the side of the road. She was sprayed with exhaust fumes all over her face, and when she turned around, she saw several staff members swarming over.

Several people were talking at one another.

"Just now the boss asked us to close at six o'clock. Did she get stimulated by something? She usually opens until nine o'clock."

"Yeah, I think she seems to be in a bad mood recently. It seems that Mr. Li hasn't been here for a few days. Did they quarrel or break up?"

"Who knows, who of you can stand up to your girlfriend being as cold as a snowman?"

"Okay, you dare to arrange the boss behind your back, I'm going to sue."

"Go, you go!"

The style of painting was getting more and more wrong, Xiao Lin turned his head and pushed them away, "Aren't you working anymore? I think you don't want bonuses anymore."

A group of people scattered like birds and beasts.

Speaking of which, Song Weiwei got into a taxi and didn't know where she should go for a while. She was indifferent and didn't like to make friends like before. Now that I think about it, when I'm in a bad mood, I can't find a confidant to accompany her to go shopping and drink friend.

She was stunned for a while, until the sign of a building flashed in front of her eyes, and she said to the driver: "Master, please stop here for a while."

The driver pulled over and stopped. She scanned the QR code to pay the fare and got off. There was a musical fountain in the square in front of the office building. It was still early and there were not many people in the square.

Farther away is the entrance of the office building, where security is tight.

She didn't go there, just next to the musical fountain, which is only open from [-] pm to [-] pm every day, so as not to disturb the people.

She stood for a while, and was about to leave when a familiar voice came from behind her.

"Secretary Song, are you coming to see President Li?"

Song Weiwei turned her head and saw Jiang Huai staring at her enthusiastically. If it wasn't for her demeanor, he would have come over and dragged her away.

"I happened to be passing by."

"Oh, oh," Jiang Huai responded, walking over, "The weather has changed a lot recently, Mr. Li accidentally caught a cold, his fever reached 39 degrees yesterday, and he just came back from the hospital this morning."

Song Weiwei frowned, "Is he sick?"

"Ang," Jiang Huai saw her surprised face, knowing that she didn't know, "we're not busy moving the company recently, I don't know if it's because we're tired, or what, Mr. Li's voice was a little hoarse two days ago, I didn’t take it seriously, I fainted during the meeting yesterday, but it scared us a lot.”

For a big company like Bailaimei Group, if the person in charge falls ill, the stock price will fluctuate several times as soon as the news spreads.

Song Weiwei's pupils constricted, and her heart beat faster. She asked in a tense voice, "Is it just a cold?"

Jiang Huai watched her hesitate to speak, this glance made Song Weiwei's uneasiness intensify, she bit her lower lip, and repeated, "Is it just a cold?"

Jiang Huai was afraid that he would really scare her into a fright, so he hurriedly said: "Well, bacterial infection is just a small cold for ordinary people, but for President Li..."

Song Weiwei was about to die of anxiety from what he said, and she said in a deep voice, "Jiang Special Assistant, what's the matter with Li Baihan? Isn't it just a cold?"

Jiang Huai looked at her, the words were on the verge of his mouth, and he changed his mouth again, "Well, it's just a cold, don't worry, but it's better for President Li not to have a fever, it will scare a group of people."

Song Weiwei frowned and asked, "Why should he not have a fever?"

"Secretary Song, that's all I can say. You'd better ask Mr. Li for the rest." Jiang Huai changed the subject, "However, didn't you bring any flowers and fruit baskets when you came to visit?"

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, looked at her empty hands, smiled awkwardly and reluctantly, "I'm not..."

She wanted to say that she was not here to see a doctor, or that she had nowhere to go, and she came here subconsciously, and didn't even think about going up, just to see the musical fountain.

"Then wait for me, I'll go buy it."

There was a fruit shop near the office building. Song Weiwei picked some fruit and put it in the fruit basket. After a while, she came out of the fruit shop and saw that Jiang Huai was still waiting for her outside.

The two walked towards the office building side by side.

Jiang Huai glanced at her from time to time, wondering if her appearance had changed, the sweet and innocent little girl before had become unapproachable, colder and more distant than President Li.

He wanted to find a topic, searched his mind, but couldn't find it, and finally said: "Actually, Mr. Li has worked very hard these years."

Song Weiwei didn't know if she was listening or not, so she just stared at the front in a daze.

Jiang Huai opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything else, so he had to shut his mouth and watch them torture each other.

Li Baihan's office area is not on the top floor, they took the elevator up, and when the elevator door opened, a new decoration smell came out, a bit choking.

Song Weiwei couldn't help coughing a few times, Jiang Huai quickly explained, "It's only been two days since I moved here, just let the smell go away, I'll take you to President Li's office."

Song Weiwei lowered her hand covering her nose and mouth, followed Jiang Huai, walked through the corridor, and stopped at the door of the last office.

The walnut door is full of style, and there are two pots of green radishes at the door, which are probably used to dilute formaldehyde.

Jiang Huai raised his hand and knocked on the door. After a while, a man's hoarse voice came from inside. Jiang Huai pushed the door open and poked his head in. "President Li, Secretary Song is here."

Li Baihan swallowed back the muffled coughing that made his handsome face turn red, and his voice became a little hoarse, "Let her in."

While speaking, he picked up the black mask on the side and put it on.

Jiang Huai pushed the door open a little, let Song Weiwei in sideways, and then closed the door considerately.

It was the first time for Song Weiwei to come to Li Baihan's office. The office was very large, spacious and bright, and full of style. The man was sitting behind the large black wooden desk, wearing a black mask, and his whole body looked alienated.

She was standing there with a fruit basket, looking out of place in this spacious office, she hesitated for a moment before walking towards him.

"I heard from Special Assistant Jiang that you were sick, how do you feel now?"

The man's eyes were dark, and the black mask covered most of his face, which made him look very distant. The previous quarrel between the two of them was still vivid in his memory. When she came to the door at this time, it seemed that she was here to ask for peace.

But she doesn't know how to ask for peace.

Seven years ago, he said he didn't want her if he didn't want her, and without giving her any chance to sue for peace, she was thrown into the cliff. When she woke up from a big dream, she hated herself. Did not forget all the memories related to him.

It was written in the book that after great sorrow and joy, people will subconsciously choose to forget the painful past, but she remembers it firmly, as if it happened yesterday.

She remembered every word he said at the beginning, and every expression he had at that time, because the memory was so clear that she couldn't believe the affectionate expressions of the person in front of her.

Memory, she thought, cannot lie.

The two stared at each other for a long time, Li Baihan finally couldn't hold back his cough, he coughed so hard that he seemed to be coughing up all the blood in his heart.

Song Weiwei quickly put down the fruit basket, picked up the mug on the table, went to the water dispenser next to it to get half a cup of warm water, then hurried back and handed it to him, "Drink some water."

Li Baihan coughed continuously, and turned his head slightly to the other side. When the cough subsided, he took the water glass, took off half of the mask, and took a few sips of water.

The warm water flowed down his throat, and it hurt a little. He closed his eyes, held the water glass and looked at the people who were close at hand through the hot air.

"I'm fine, I can't die."

Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows and stared at him. Her lips, which were covered by a black mask, were frighteningly pale. She ignored his provocation and said, "Why did you leave the hospital when you didn't recover from your cold?"

"I don't like the smell of the hospital." Li Baihan said.

No one likes the smell of hospital!
Song Weiwei murmured in her heart that she had been lying on a hospital bed for a year without knowing anything about her personnel, and she didn't actually remember how she felt at that time, but the smell of disinfectant was always lingering in her nose.

Leaning against her new desk, she looked out of the window, opposite to the bustling business district, "Did the doctor tell you to pay attention to anything?"

"Just be careful not to overdo it." Li Baihan replied perfunctorily.

Song Weiwei pursed her lips, feeling that they might not be able to talk properly, she stood up straight, "Then take care of yourself, I'll go first."

She walked straight out, and when she reached the door, she didn't hear the man's voice to stop her. She gritted her teeth and walked out of the office with her back straight.

On the corridor, she met Xie Lingyu on a narrow road.

Xie Lingyu didn't expect her to come, and when she came out of the CEO's office, panic flashed across her eyes, and then she calmed down again.

She raised her chin proudly, like a proud peacock, "Secretary Song, are you here to hand in your resignation letter?"

Song Weiwei didn't want to talk to her, and had a pointless verbal argument with her. Just as she was about to leave sideways, she was stopped by Xie Lingyu, "I asked about you."

Song Weiwei paused.

Xie Lingyu lowered her voice, "Don't think that you are the adopted daughter of the Song family, and you can marry into the richest family in North City because you know how to please others. Don't forget, you also have a bastard whose father is unknown. .”

Song Weiwei's eyebrows twitched, and a surge of anger rushed into her heart, "Who are you calling a bastard whose father is unknown?"

Xie Lingyu was intimidated by her sudden burst of aura, subconsciously took a step back, but said plausibly as if she still refused to admit defeat, "Did I say something wrong?"

Song Weiwei stared at her so hard that her back felt chills, "Why are you looking at me like that? It's not that I made your son's father unknown, but Secretary Song, if I were you, I wouldn't have the cheek to cling to you. The No. [-] wealthy family in North City."

Song Weiwei didn't bother to pay attention to her cynicism, turned around and left.

Xie Lingyu patted her chest with lingering fear. She didn't know why, but she was numb after being stared at by Song Weiwei.

She obviously has nothing to fear, even in terms of origin, the Xie family is one of the four great families in Beicheng, far more powerful, powerful and rich than a rich family in Jiangcheng.

The Song family is the richest man in Jiangcheng, but they can't make it into the top ten in the national ranking.

Thinking of this, she straightened her back, she and Li Baihan were a match made in heaven, and Song Weiyi was just a passerby, who would withdraw from their world sooner or later.

Xie Lingyu walked into the CEO's office with the documents in his arms, and the tall man standing by the French window suddenly turned his head, his eyes were astonishingly bright, until he saw who came in, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Xie Lingyu watched helplessly as the man looked at her from surprise to indifference. She felt a ruthless heart, walked over quickly, and put the documents on the desk.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw a bit of blood flickering between his fingers, and green smoke curled up. He was actually smoking!
"President Li, the doctor said that you have a sore throat and cannot smoke." Xie Lingyu walked over quickly, raising his hand to smoke the cigarette between his fingers.

Li Baihan's reaction was faster than hers, he raised his hand to block it, and he was pushed away. He casually took a puff of smoke, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

Xie Lingyu stared at him in a daze. She had seen many people smoking, but this was the first time she had seen someone who smoked so deliciously.

Her heart was pounding, and her tone became more gentle, "Then you stop smoking this one, do you still want your throat?"

There was intimacy hidden in her tone, and she seemed to be acting like a baby.

Li Baihan ignored her, he looked downstairs, a graceful figure walked out of the office building, his steps were not muddled.

His eyes dimmed, and he coughed heavily.

"Why are you choking? I told you not to smoke. Why didn't you follow the doctor's advice?" Xie Lingyu raised his hand to pat him on the back. Before he could touch him, the man had already dodged away.

Her hands were raised in mid-air awkwardly, her eyes hurt.

Thinking of her dignified Miss Xie Jia, who came to be his secretary and worked hard without complaint, but his attitude towards her made her feel cold, and she couldn't help being impetuous. How could she be inferior to that woman with wild seeds?
Li Baihan glanced at her indifferently, "It's none of your business here, get out!"

The grievance in Xie Lingyu's eyes was even worse, but she knew that she had no place in his heart, and she didn't dare to confront him, so she could only say reluctantly: "I know you think I'm meddling, I just care about you, Your body is your own, no matter how hard you toss it, you will be the one who gets hurt in the end, no matter how much we love you, it’s no use, you don’t love yourself.”

Li Baihan frowned and looked at her impatiently.

Xie Lingyu closed her mouth resentfully, turned around and left.

Standing in front of the French window, Li Baihan watched the figure drifting away without looking back, a voice in his heart shouted.

"Weiwei, look back at me, even if you just take one look, you can let me jump from here."

However, that voice gradually disappeared at the corner of the street, and he could no longer be seen. Li Baihan took a deep breath of the cigarette, and the smoke choked into his throat, which made the already inflamed throat even more unbearable.

He coughed even worse, his throat tearing like it was about to drip blood, but just as he subsided a bit, he took another puff of cigarette, and the coughing sound continued.

Intermittent, as if coughing up my life, I tortured myself like this, but I couldn't get relief no matter what.