Military marriage lingering: big president, little sweetheart

In the president's office, the papers are all over the place.

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

Stomach because a day did not eat, vaguely pulling pain.

He reached out and habitually resisted the stomach, relying on strong pressure to reduce the pain in the stomach.

The picture of today's noon reappears in my mind

The sentence "nice to meet you, Mr. Li" also came up.

The same voice, the same tone, the same people. How to say it, let people have a kind of desire to strangle her impulse?!

Nice to meet him?

Mr. Li?

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

The more memories, the more depression, the more chest is blocked!

The chest is like being cut open by a sharp blade, and the heart is exposed, and it's being thrashed over and over again.

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

Doodle.

The phone rang and got through at once.

"Well, sir, what can I do for you?"

"Find out where Ryan's representative lives?"

"The representative of Ryan?"

"I want all the information except her residence! Find out how much you can find out. Find out how much you can find out quickly! "

"All right, I'll have it checked right away."

The phone is down.

He turned on his laptop, switched the page to a new plan, and tried to calm down and focus on his work. Within five minutes, however, he gave up. Upset, he took a sip of the coffee on the table.

Before, he asked for a change because the coffee was too hot. Now the coffee is too cold.

Cold coffee into the throat, immediately stimulate the already dull pain of the stomach. He frowned, picked up the inside line and dialed.

"Bring in a cup of coffee again!"

With that, he hung up simply and rudely.

Three minutes later, Secretary Wang came in with a cup of coffee and said, "Mr. Li, do I put the coffee on the table?"

"Put it somewhere."

He nervously put on the table, did not rush out.

man

"... I know."

"I know I'll make you a cup of coffee, and you'll bring me a glass of ice water?" He put the coffee cup away and said coldly, "it's too cold. Take it out and make it again!"

Secretary Wang did not dare to delay for a second, and immediately apologized, "sorry Mr. Li, I'll cook it again right away."

He took a sip of his coffee cup and went out.

It's like there's a ghost chasing him.

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

He carefully put the coffee cup on the desk.

Li beijue casually picked up the cup and sipped it. His brow seemed to wrinkle. Secretary Wang's little heart trembled.

Just when he thought he was going to have bad luck again, he was swept away by the proud man with impatient eyes, "what are you still standing here for? Make a cup of coffee and wait for me to give you a bonus? "

"No... I'll be out in a minute."

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