Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

In the president's office, documents were scattered on the floor.

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

My stomach hurts because I haven't eaten for a day.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it against his stomach as a habit, using strong pressure to reduce the pain in his stomach.

The scene at noon today came to mind again...

The words 'Mr. Li, nice to meet you' also surfaced.

Still the same voice, the same intonation, the same person. How come her words make people want to strangle her to death? !

Nice to see him?

Mr. Li?

He recalled every word and every word in detail, from the moment he saw that woman again, to that woman's every move, every expression, every detail, he recalled it over and over again.

The more I recall it, the more depressed I feel, and the more depressed I am, the more my chest becomes clogged!

It was as if the chest had been cut open with a sharp blade, and the heart was exposed and beaten over and over again.

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

beep.

The phone rang and was answered immediately.

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

"Let's find out where Ryan's representative lives?"

"Representative of Ryan?"

"Except for her address, I want all the other information! Find out as much information as you can, so hurry up!"

"Okay, I'll have someone check it out right away."

The phone hung up.

He opened his laptop and switched the page to the new plan, trying to calm down and focus on his work. However, within five minutes, he gave up. Distraughtly, he picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

He had asked for a different cup because the coffee was too hot, but now the coffee was too cold.

The cold coffee entered his throat, immediately irritating his stomach, which was already aching. He frowned, picked up the intercom phone, and dialed.

"Send another cup of coffee!"

After saying that, he hung up simply and roughly.

Three minutes later, Secretary Wang came in anxiously holding a cup of coffee, "Mr. Li, should I put the coffee on the table?"

"Put it somewhere."

He placed it on the table uneasily and did not exit in a hurry.

Sure enough, the stern-faced man picked up the cup and took a sip. His brows immediately furrowed so much that he could kill a fly. A pair of sharp eagle eyes glanced at him, "You don't know about hot or cold?"

"……Know."

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

Secretary Wang didn't dare to waste a second and immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, I'll start cooking again right away."

He took a small sip from the coffee cup and hurried out.

It looked like there was a ghost chasing him from behind.

He acted very quickly. He went out for five minutes and immediately made a new cup of coffee and brought it in. This time he learned the lesson wisely and tested the temperature before bringing it in. He made sure that the temperature was just right for drinking before bringing it in.

He carefully placed the coffee cup on his desk.

Li Beijue picked up the cup nonchalantly and took a sip. His brows seemed to wrinkle, which made Secretary Wang's little heart tremble.

Just when he thought he was going to be in bad luck again, the arrogant man glanced at him impatiently, "Why are you still standing here? Make a cup of coffee and wait for me to give you a bonus?"

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

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