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

The black Bentley moved forward steadily on the road, and the scenery on both sides of the street quickly reversed. Song Weiwei turned her head to look out the window silently.

She didn't realize that Li Baihan was looking at her from the side.

Every time he looked at her side face, he would fall into a momentary confusion. Is there really anyone in this world whose profile looks so similar?

In addition to the profile, there is also the fragrance of milk on her body.

It all felt familiar to him.

The more he gets along with her, the more she reminds him of Song Weiwei, the more he can't help but want to get close to her.

Even if his current behavior is drinking poison to quench his thirst, he still wants to sink in it.

"You just arrived in Beicheng, are you still used to the fast-paced life here?"

Song Weiwei withdrew her gaze and looked at the man beside her. He was wearing an expensive black suit, which complemented the black leather seats in the car, and made his demeanor even more severe.

But when he asked her so gently if she was used to life in Beicheng, her aura weakened a little.

"Fortunately," Song Weiwei paused, and said without a trace: "The key is to meet a good boss who doesn't like to work overtime and adapt well."

"You often work overtime in Jiangcheng?"

Song Weiwei glanced at the buildings outside the car window from the corner of her eye, and replied casually, "Fortunately, the former boss didn't like employees working overtime either."

"No boss likes to make employees work overtime. After all, 1.5 times the statutory overtime pay is a big expense for the company."

Song Weiwei couldn't help laughing, "If all the bosses in the world think the same as you, then the employee's happiness index will increase a lot."

Li Baihan was dazzled by the smile on her lips, "You look pretty when you smile."

Song Weiwei was startled, the smile on her lips gradually faded, she turned her head to look out the window, but her heart beat uncontrollably a few times.

She found that even though she knew that Li Baihan was a scumbag, she would occasionally be teased by his words and deeds, she thought she really cared about eating but not beating.

Li Baihan felt the indifference in her body that rejected people thousands of miles away again, he moved his lips, but after all he didn't speak anymore, and turned his head to look out the car window.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside Langji International, and Li Baihan got out of the car first. He held the door and waited for Song Weiwei to get out of the car.

Song Weiwei got out of the car, the autumn wind messed up her hair, she raised her hand to brush it, and said to Li Baihan: "Boss Li, thank you for sending me back.

Li Baihan was poked by her action of brushing his hair, and he came back to his senses when he heard her voice, "It's okay, go back and rest early."

After speaking, he leaned over and sat in the car.

Song Weiwei stood by the side of the road, watching the black Bentley go away, she stood for a while, and was about to turn around to leave when there was a screeching sound of brakes behind her.

She looked back, and saw a red Maserati parked in front of her, the window slowly lowered, revealing Miao Yiren's delicate and moving face.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking of the red Maserati parked outside the hotel earlier, she instantly understood, no wonder Miao Lingyu arrived at the battlefield so quickly.

"Miss Miao, are you following me, or President Li?"

Miao Yiren looked displeased, "Get in the car, I have something to tell you."

With the lessons learned from the past, Song Weiwei will not rush into Miao Yiren's car, "I'm very tired today, if you have anything to say, we can talk about it another day."

Miao Yiren slapped the steering wheel with her palm and honked the horn harshly, "Song Weiyi, don't be shameless, get in the car!"

Miao Yiren was obviously mad with anger, she didn't care that this was an area where honking was prohibited, she glared at Song Weiwei viciously, like she was glaring at her own father-killing enemy.