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

It's night, everything is silent.

Song Weiwei came out of the children's room, poured herself a glass of whiskey, and walked to the French windows with the glass in hand. The lights outside the windows were brightly lit, as bright as day, making this small corner look like a gloomy hell.

She took a sip of her wine, the spicy whiskey pungent her throat, and she coughed.

After a while, the coughing stopped. Song Weiwei wiped away the tears stimulated by the wine, remembering that the doctor had told her that Song Chenchen's illness was caused by inborn deficiency.

Naturally deficient!

She was pregnant in a vegetative state, and she was lying half dead on the hospital bed, relying on infusions to maintain her body's basic needs. How could she provide Chenchen with much nutrition? It was already a miracle that Chenchen came to this world smoothly.

However, it was Li Baihan and Miao Yiren who caused all this. Their mother and son are still struggling in hell, so why are those two executioners still living peacefully?

Song Weiwei's eyes were burning with hatred, and they were blood red.Miaoyiren, you failed to kill me back then, and now it's time for you to repay the debt of your life.

The mobile phone on the coffee table suddenly rang loudly. Song Weiwei squinted her eyes, and the hatred in her eyes dissipated. She raised her head and drank the wine in the glass, then turned to answer the phone.

Seeing the caller ID, she was not surprised. She poked the answer button with her finger, and a deep man's voice came from the other end, "Louvre, come and pick me up."

Before Song Weiwei had time to refuse, the other side had hung up the phone neatly, and she stared at the phone with the screen dimmed for a while, feeling annoyed.

She just drank half a glass of whiskey, she can't drink and drive, go pick up a ghost!

However, the other party was obviously too overbearing to give her any chance to refuse. She thought for a while, calculated her ovulation period, and picked up her coat and bag and went out.

She had to seize the opportunity that came to her door, maybe it would happen tonight.

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Outside the Louvre, Song Weiwei got out of the taxi and was almost blinded by the crystal palace-like lighting effect. It was exaggerated, and it was too exaggerated.

The Louvre's water flow reaches more than eight figures a night. It is a veritable gold-selling cave in Beicheng. At night, it becomes the most lively and luxurious place in the city.

There was a section of steps in front of the Louvre. Li Baihan was leaning on the Roman pillar with a half-burned cigarette between his fingers. He squinted slightly, watching Song Weiwei who was slowly climbing up the steps.

She had already changed out of her professional attire, wearing a black sportswear with a hood on her head, walking from the darkness into the light, her indifference and misanthropy exuded like a ghost from hell.

She walked slowly until her eyes met Li Baihan's. She looked at him expressionlessly, with a bit of confusion in her eyes, as if she couldn't understand why he had to ask her to pick him up when he was clearly awake.

"President Li, it's off-duty time now. You're occupying my private rest time. Please pay me 1.5 times the overtime pay." Song Weiwei lifted her chin lightly, not losing any momentum to Li Baihan.

Li Baihan laughed dumbfounded, "Why don't you go after money?"

"If you have money." Song Weiwei said.

Li Baihan: "..."

He had never seen such a woman as Secretary Song, who was indifferent and loves money, but she didn't hide it, so straightforward that people couldn't hate her at all.

The most important thing is that she is angry that she only loves money while he is beautiful!

Li Baihan didn't know why when he faced Secretary Song, he became like a normal person, with emotions, and subconsciously observed her.

Perhaps it was because of her similar profile to Song Weiwei, even if there was only a one-in-a-million possibility, he wanted to investigate this person to see if she was the one he was looking for.