Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Song Weiwei let herself be vulnerable for a few minutes, then withdrew from Song Yuheng's arms. She looked up at him, "Brother, I know what I'm doing, trust me."

Song Yuheng lowered his eyes, looked into her shining eyes, and said helplessly: "I believe in you, Song Song, if there is a need for us, you must say that my parents and I are your most solid backing."

Song Weiwei smiled, "Thank you brother."

She knew that they had always felt guilty towards her for losing her, but in fact she never blamed them, on the contrary, she was very grateful that they appeared after she had nothing and made her feel the warmth of home.

After Song Yuheng left, Song Weiwei simply put on her makeup before heading to the banquet hall.

Turning around the corridor, she saw Li Baihan standing against the wall, her heart skipped a beat. When did he stand here? Did he see Song Yuheng?
Before she came to Beicheng, she got her personal information again. Even if someone suspected her identity and went to Jiangcheng to investigate her, she would only get the identity information that she had arranged in advance.

But Song Yuheng appeared.

If they started from Song Yuheng, it would not be difficult to find out her true identity.

Li Baihan lowered his eyes, and the light and shadow hit the top of his head, and he could vaguely see his profile face was blushing, obviously he was a little delirious from drinking.

About to hear footsteps, he turned his head and looked over.

The man's eyes were three points confused and seven points drunk, and it took a long time to focus on her face. He hooked his lips at her, "Secretary Song, you are back."

Song Weiwei was silent for a few seconds, then slowly walked in front of him, grabbed his arm and put it on her shoulder, "You're drunk, I'll take you back."

Li Baihan rested more than half of his body weight on her with peace of mind, the faint milky fragrance of her body lingered at the end of his nose, as well as a strange smell of men's perfume.

He frowned, "Who did you go to see just now?"

Song Weiwei's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly calmed down again, "Who can I see?"

Li Baihan suddenly stopped leaving, he withdrew his hand, took two steps back, and stared at her coldly.

"What's wrong?" Song Weiwei looked at him puzzled. He was wearing a black suit, his white shirt had two buttons unbuttoned, and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck.

The dim light from the wall lamp in the corridor fell on his shoulders, casting a thin halo.And his sharp and cold facial features were expressionless, and his eyes were full of perfunctory anger.

Song Weiwei's heart skipped a beat. Some people would sleep peacefully when they were drunk, while others would make trouble without reason, and Li Baihan was obviously the latter.

She remembered that after they got married, once when Li Baihan came home drunk, Jiang Huai sent him outside the villa, but he refused to enter the house desperately.

That day, she had a bad cold, dragged her sickly body to blow the cold wind with him outside the villa for most of the night, and coaxed him in for a long time.

The next day she was paralyzed on the bed and couldn't get up. Li's mother scolded her severely for this matter, saying that she was too used to Li Baihan, and she would suffer in the future.

Mother Li's word became a prophecy.

She used Li Baihan as a friend, letting him take whatever he wanted, and finally offered her body and mind, only in exchange for a cold "You are so boring".

Thinking of this, she had mixed feelings in her heart, and felt that she was cheap, she didn't love him anymore, why did she still wait on his young master's temper?
"Are you going?" Song Weiwei glared at him irritably.

Li Baihan stood there without moving.

"Okay, I'll go if you don't." Song Weiwei was angry, she turned around and left, just as she raised her right leg, she heard a man's deep and magnetic voice behind her, "Weiwei?"