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

Song Weiwei saw a flash of excitement suddenly flashing across Miao Yiren's eyes, she squinted her eyes, realizing that she was setting her up.

Li Baihan must be not far behind her.

"Miss Miao, I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken, and I don't have any tools in the basement. How can I knock you out?"

Shen Qingyuan laughed out loud.

Miao Yiren's face was ugly.

"Besides, I have no grievances or enmity with you. What are you doing if I knock you out?" Song Weiwei had an innocent face, and she couldn't be fooled at all.

Miao Yiren gritted her teeth, and continued to question: "Before I fainted, I saw you walking behind me, Secretary Song, I also want to know, I have no grudges against you, why did you knock me out?"

No matter what, she must let Li Baihan recognize Song Wei's true colors, she is a villain who likes to sneak attack and is vicious!
Song Weiwei spread her hands, and said helplessly: "Hey, if you must find a scapegoat for you fainting in the basement, so that you can feel better in your heart, well, then you can just think it's me."

Miao Yiren was very angry when she heard her reluctant tone, as if she was forcing her to admit it.

How can she be so cheap?

What would Brother Han think of her when he heard that?

Li Baihan had already walked behind Song Weiwei, and when he heard her green tea-level speech, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.If he hadn't seen her knocking Miao Yiren out neatly with his own eyes, he would have believed that she was innocent.

"Brother Han!" Miao Yiren suddenly yelled behind Song Weiwei, "Come and judge. When Secretary Song knocked me out, you were still in the basement. Did you see it too?"

The word "also" drew Li Baihan into her camp.

Li Baihan lowered his head, the light fell from the side of his face, half of his face was obscured, he stared at Song Weiwei, there was no trace of panic on the little fox's face, as if he was sure that he would not betray her.

Song Weiwei lowered her head and took a sip of the fruit wine, then picked up the meat skewer and took a bite, before she heard Li Baihan speak, she looked up at him unhurriedly.

"President Li, Miss Miao is still waiting for you to identify the murderer for her."

Li Baihan sat down beside her, looking at her confident appearance, he really wanted to take off the painted skin on her face and see what she was thinking.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds before Li Baihan turned his head to look at Miao Yiren and said casually, "Aren't you the first to leave the secret room?"

Miao Yiren's face turned pale, and the fingers holding the wine glass were so tight that the veins burst out.

Li Baihan was obviously slapping her in the face when he said that, he didn't pay attention to whether she left the secret room at all, this made her feel more uncomfortable than him being partial to Song Weiyi.

"I was knocked out by her, and I didn't go out at all."

Li Baihan turned his head to look at Song Weiwei, and asked, "Did you knock her out?"

"No." Song Weiwei said.

Li Baihan looked at Miao Yiren expressionlessly, "You heard me, she said no."

Miao Yiren bit her lower lip tightly, tears of grievance rolled in her eyes, Li Baihan clearly saw it, why did he favor Song Weiyi like this?

Is it...

She stared at Song Weiwei. She was not wearing glasses at the moment, and her facial features were bright and moving. When she looked at her from a distance just now, she thought she was Song Weiwei.

Combined with the pointed words she said before, a shocking guess suddenly flashed in her mind.

Could it be that Song Weiwei is not dead?
Could it be that she is Song Weiwei?

"I'm going to get a drink." Seeing that Miao Yiren didn't continue to make trouble, Song Weiwei got up and walked to the drink area.

Looking at her back, Miao Yiren felt more and more that she was Song Weiwei. The blood in her body was congealed. She stood up abruptly, followed a few steps, and called her tentatively in the familiar tone of before, "Weiwei, Get me a cocktail."

If she was really Song Weiwei, she would definitely turn around or answer.