Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

It was already past midnight, and the CEO's office of He's International was still brightly lit.

The elevator door opened, and the secretariat outside the president's office was dark and empty, and there was no one there.

Song Bai pushed the door open and went in, only to see He Er buried in the desk with stacks of documents.

Hearing the sound of the door, He Er raised his black eyes and squinted.

"noob!"

He jumped up from the chair with a jerk, and rushed towards Song Bai.

"Why did you come here, I'm almost exhausted."

He wrapped his arms around Song Bai's waist and did not let go, like a husky desperately begging his master for a hug.

He Er was a head shorter than Song Bai, and his head just rested on Song Bai's chest, and he kept rubbing his face.

Song Bai blushed with embarrassment, and turned his head to look at the doorknob frequently, for fear that someone would push the door and come in at this time, and he would not be able to tell if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"Let go of me first."

"Don't let it go, I'm almost exhausted, and you didn't say to call me, send me a meal or something."

"You haven't eaten yet?"

"No! I've been busy until now, if you don't believe me touch my belly." He said, pulling Song Bai's big hand, covering his flat belly and pressing it.

Song Bai's face sank, and he immediately took out his mobile phone to order takeaway, "There's no food, don't you know how to order takeaway?"

He Eryi curled his lips, "Hmph! Ever since Su Wen volunteered to go to South Africa with my brother, the people in the secretariat didn't take me seriously!"

"All left after get off work?" Song Bai asked.

"No, brother, come back and let him fire this group of people! A group of people who watch people order food! What did you order for me?"

Song Bai led the people to the sofa and sat down, "Your favorite food, Westin sweet and sour short ribs, dry-roasted yellow croaker, and West Lake beef soup."

"Wow! No, no, my saliva is about to flow down. Ah, I'm so hungry." He Er hugged his belly and rolled himself into a shrimp.

"It will take half an hour to deliver, or I'll take you to eat, and it will be there in 15 minutes." Song Bai was about to get up, but He Er stopped him, "Forget it, I'm tired and don't want to move, what do you do?" I rubbed my shoulders, and the time passed."

Song Bai obediently put the things in his hand on the coffee table, helped He Er take off his suit, and helped him to have a massage.

After pressing for a long time, He Ercai belatedly looked at the red cloth bag on the table and asked. "What's this?"

Song Bai glanced at the thing, and said lightly, "I helped you find the amulet drawn by Master Qiao."

He Er was startled, turned around abruptly, met Song Bai's gaze, "What did you say?"

Song Bai withdrew his hand, brought the cloth bag over, and unfolded it, "I begged Master Qiao, she is willing to draw a talisman for you, this is an amulet, this is a forbidden language talisman, this is..."

There was a sudden darkness in front of his eyes, and Song Bai froze suddenly!

Immediately, he raised his head in disbelief, and met He Ercan's smiling eyes.

"Little Baibai, thank you, why are you so nice!"

Saying that, He Er lowered his head again, and scrutinized Song Bai's face.

Song Bai seemed to have been scalded to his buttocks, he jumped up and took three steps back.

"Oh, don't run away."

He Er followed suit and stood up.

"Second, Second Young Master, don't, don't come here."

Song Bai was panic-stricken, his skin was wheat-colored, and under normal circumstances, he couldn't tell whether his face was red or not, but today, his face was black and red, almost burning.

"Okay, I won't come here, you haven't finished talking just now, what kind of symbols are there?"

He Er didn't mention the fact that he had kissed Song Bai, but instead asked what Song Bai didn't finish talking just now.

The second monk Song Baizhang was confused.

Could it be that he was hallucinating just now and nothing happened?