Chapter 552

Li Tinghe tossed Bai Jingxuan day and night in the room. He went to the headquarters of Li's group in the early morning of the third day.

Before going to bed, he coated Bai Jingxuan with a gel that would eliminate swelling and pain. When Bai Jingxuan woke up, she didn't feel much uncomfortable.

Leaning against the head of the bed and taking out her mobile phone, she brushes the news boring.

[a woman stopped Li Tinghe, President of Li's company, in the street and accused him of being irresponsible after eating?]

Eye catching title, and a picture of a young beauty stopping Lincoln.

The content of the news is very simple, similar to the title, not detailed.

When she searched again, she found that the content had been withdrawn.

It is estimated that Li Tinghe ordered people to suppress the news.

In a guest room of the Li family's old house, Li sichen also looked at the news of being evacuated.

"Do you think you can hold it down?" He opened the curtains and stared at Bai Jingxuan in the opposite building. "Come on, my arms are open to you."

At noon, Bai Jingxuan went to the headquarters of Li's group.

She is Li's temporary director of the design department and Mrs. Li Shao. No one in the company doesn't know her.

Since she entered the gate of the headquarters, bodyguard he Qiang went downstairs to meet her.

"Young lady, did you watch the news today?" He Qiang asked carefully.

She spread her hands. She wore an elegant white dress and high heels of the same color. Even her back was sacred and unattainable.

Some employees who read the morning news whispered from a distance.

One after another guessed whether Mrs. Shao was looking for Li to finally settle the account?

After all, everyone knows that Li zongchong's wife is famous.

Moreover, Mrs. Li Shao is not only the chairman of N. s group, but also the successor of the Lu family. She has the right and the capital to get angry.

He Qiang didn't know whether he was stupid or his wife's attitude was ambiguous. He couldn't understand it.

Afraid of missing stuffing, I dare not continue to ask.

Bai Jingxuan got out of the elevator and stepped into the president's office on the 88th floor. Li Tinghe himself got up and came to surround her. "How do you think of it today?"

She smiled, "of course I miss you."

His cold sharp eyebrows rippled a few soft, "have you had lunch?"

"Yes." She gave him the box in her hand, "your lunch."

Li Tinghe opened the box on the tea table. There were white gourd ribs soup, ginseng chicken and Australian snowflake fried steak. The tone was definitely authentic, "you made it yourself."

"Pay for my craft." She smiled.

He picked up his chopsticks and tasted them one by one. "They have both color and smell."

"Young lady, it's nice of you to be here." He Qiang said, "my subordinates advised Master Li to have dinner first, so I got a rolling word. When you came, he put down the work at hand. "

"Talk a lot." Li Tinghe glanced at the door of the office.

He Qiang's legs trembled and hurried out wisely without forgetting to close the door.

His wife seldom made soup by herself. Li Tinghe didn't waste it at all and ate it all.

She handed her a paper towel. He wiped the corners of his mouth, pressed her directly on the expensive leather sofa and kissed her.

It tastes sweet, youfen.

Love doesn't understand.

Bell

The telephone rang on the desk, and Li Tinghe frowned. Who is calling at this time?

No.

He continued to kiss his little wife, and Bai Jingxuan put her arm around his neck.

Bell... Bell... Bell

The phone kept ringing. Bai Jingxuan was too noisy and pushed him, "go and answer it."

When Li Tinghe was interrupted, he was very angry. He was reluctant to warm sweet nephrite. Holding his little wife's Tun in his big hand, he walked over with her and pressed the hands-free key.