Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

In the president's office, the file was dumped on the floor.

The man sitting in the leather swivel chair rubbed his temples, leaned against the backrest, and closed his eyes.

My stomach is aching because I haven't eaten anything for a day.

He stretched out his hand and habitually pressed his stomach, relying on strong pressure to reduce the pain in his stomach.

Today’s noon picture came to mind again...

The phrase ‘Mr. Li, it’s nice to meet you’ also came up.

The same voice, the same tone, and the same person. How to say it, make people have an urge to choke her to death? !

Nice to meet him?

Mr. Li?

He reminisced every word and every word, from seeing the woman again, to every move of that woman, every expression and every detail, he recalled it again and again.

The more the memory, the more depressed, the more depressed, the more blocked the chest!

The chest cavity was cut open by a sharp blade, and the heart was exposed, being over and over again.

He suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, picked up the mobile phone on the desk, and dialed a phone number.

beep.

The phone rang and was immediately connected.

"Hey, Sir Sir, do you have any instructions?"

"Go and check where Ryan's representative lives?"

"Ryan's representative?"

"Except for her place of residence, I want all the other information! Please check as much as you can, as fast as you can!"

"Okay, I'll get someone to check it right away."

The phone hung up.

He clicked on the laptop, adjusted the page to the new plan, trying to calm down and concentrate on work. However, in less than five minutes, he gave up. Distractedly, he picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

He asked to change a cup because the coffee was too hot, but now the coffee is too cold.

The cold coffee entered the throat and immediately irritated the stomach that was already aching. He frowned, picked up the internal phone, and dialed it.

"Bring in another cup of coffee!"

After speaking, he hung up briefly and rudely.

Three minutes later, Secretary Wang came in nervously with a cup of coffee, "President Li, do I put the coffee on the table?"

"Where to put it."

He put it on the table anxiously, and didn't quit in a hurry.

Sure enough, the man with a sullen face took a sip from the cup, his brows were frowning to kill the flies, and a pair of sharp eagle eyes swept toward him, "You don't know whether it's hot or cold?"

"……knowledge."

"Knowing that I asked you to make a cup of coffee, would you bring me a glass of ice water?" He put the coffee cup in, and said coldly, "It's too cold, take it out and make it again!"

Secretary Wang didn't dare to delay for a second, and immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, I will cook again immediately."

He took a sip of the coffee cup and hurried out.

That way, it was as if there was a ghost chasing him behind him.

He moved quickly, went out for five minutes, and immediately brewed a new cup of coffee and brought in. This time he learned to be smart, and tried the temperature before serving it, and made sure that the temperature was just drunk before serving it.

He carefully put the coffee cup on the desk.

Li Beijue casually picked up the cup, took a sip, his brows seemed to frown, and the wrinkled Secretary Wang's little heart trembled.

Just when he thought he was going to be unlucky again, he was swept away by the arrogant man with an impatient look, "What are you doing here? Making a cup of coffee and waiting for me to give you a bonus?"

"No... I'll go out right away."

Although he was scolded, Secretary Wang felt relieved and went out quickly.