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

Song Weiwei thought about it, and felt that what Jing Xiaoshan said made a lot of sense, as the saying goes, the height of Tao is one foot, and the magic is high.

If Li Baihan is the king rank, then Miao Yiren is the bronze rank, so in front of Li Baihan, Miao Yiren's little tricks are not enough.

"That day she threatened me that all women who had feelings for Li Baihan had car accidents. I don't think she just said it casually."

Jing Xiaoshan looked solemn, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I'm afraid you are worried." Song Weiwei drooped her head, as if she knew she was wrong.

Jing Xiaoshan was suddenly angry, and he pointed at Song Weiwei, "Song Song, you should be careful, Miaoyi is not a good person, otherwise you would not have been knocked off the cliff by her back then, and almost died."

Song Weiwei shivered, "Brother Xiaoshan, you scared me."

Jing Xiaoshan was not angry at once, and he was not angry at all, he took a long breath, "Forget it, you can find me the information of the previous secretaries, and I will look it up, I am afraid that if it takes too long, the evidence will be erased gone."

"Ah."

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The next day, Song Weiwei returned to work after recovering from a serious illness. She was almost moved to tears by her professionalism.

In fact, she came to find information on the previous secretaries.

The last time she went to the personnel department to make a side note, the files of the past employees were all placed in the archives room.

If she wanted to check the files, she had to get Li Baihan's consent first.

She stepped out of the elevator, and as soon as she entered the office area, Li Baihan came out of the CEO's office, as if she was waiting for her.

After what happened the night before, seeing Li Baihan at this time, Song Weiwei felt very complicated, "Mr. Li, good morning."

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, he slowly walked up to her, and looked at her condescendingly.

Today, she was wearing a black bottoming shirt with a half-high collar, a dark blue suit on the outside, a pair of cropped trousers of the same color underneath, and a pair of ten-inch high heels, showing exquisiteness everywhere.

His eyes fell on her neck, the half-high collar bottoming shirt covered her delicate collarbone, he half-closed his eyes and asked, "Why aren't you wearing a white shirt today?"

"It's just a cold, so don't dare to make waves, Mr. Li." Song Weiwei coughed twice at the right time, reminding him that she was ill.

Li Baihan's eyes darkened, he lowered his eyes, and her white ankles flickered in his sight.

Inadvertently, he suddenly remembered that at the hotel the night before, he held those slender ankles and pulled the little woman who was trying to escape back under him.

He breathed slowly, his eyes moved away from her dazzlingly white ankles, and fell back to her face, "Really, I thought you were trying to hide something."

Song Weiwei's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't dare to avoid his gaze. She looked back at him with a smile, "Mr. Li is worthy of being Mr. Li. He is discerning. I just want to keep out the wind. I don't feel good when I have a cold."

"Well, wear thicker clothes." Li Baihan didn't get the result he wanted, so he turned around and went back to the office. Just as he stepped out, he turned his head back.

Song Weiwei had just breathed a sigh of relief, but she was caught off guard by his back carbine, and she suddenly coughed.

Li Baihan stared at her deeply, and when she gradually stopped coughing, he said slowly, "Secretary Song, I heard that you sent me to the hotel room last night. When did you leave?"

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Song Weiwei knew that Li Baihan would not let her go, so she pretended to think about it, and said after a long time: "Sorry, President Li, I didn't check the time, but it wasn't twelve o'clock when I got home."