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

Song Chenchen is a smart kid. He has been exposed to the Internet world since he was very young. If he knows something he doesn't understand, he will search it on Baidu.

He cried very clearly last night. No matter how those three characters were written, he would search the Internet today and search for the homonym in pinyin, and he would find it soon.

He folded the note carefully and put it in his clothes bag.

Song Yuheng came in and saw this scene. He walked up to Song Chenchen, raised his index finger to his lips, and whispered, "Let's be quiet, don't let Song Song know."

"En!" Song Chenchen nodded vigorously.

Song Yuheng pinched the back of his neck, "Okay, let's go wash and eat."

Song Chenchen obediently changed into her kindergarten uniform, went to the bathroom to squeeze toothpaste and brushed her teeth, and sang while brushing: "My dear little motorcycle, chug chug..."

Song Yuheng chuckled silently, this child is really painful.

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After a night of hangover, Song Weiwei woke up with a splitting headache. As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt that the air in the room was not right, and there was a strong smell of perfume that was comparable to poisonous gas.

Miao Yiren is in her room?
Her eyelashes trembled, and then she felt her chin being pressed against something cold. She opened her eyes and saw a bright silver fruit knife pressed against her neck, the blade flickering with cold light.

She froze and didn't move, she looked up at Miao Yiren who was sitting on the edge of the bed, she said coldly: "Miss Miao, entertaining me with a fruit knife early in the morning, isn't it a little too warm?"

If she hadn't had a drink last night, she would have found out that someone had entered her room.

What a mistake to drink!

Miao Yiren had been waiting in the room for a while, she was sitting by the bed peeling apples, wishing she was peeling only Song's only skin.

She waited downstairs for a while last night before Li Baihan left her room. What was Li Baihan doing in Song Weiyi's room during those ten minutes?
Touch her face, or kiss her?
She was tortured to the point of death by the picture made up in her brain, and she wished Song Weiyi would disappear immediately.

Miao Yiren was holding a fruit knife, and the blade was rubbing against Song Weiwei's cheeks. The cold blade immediately irritated her skin with goosebumps. She smiled gently, "This face really looks like Weiwei's face." .”

Song Weiwei really wanted her to shut up, and the word "Weiwei" spit out from her mouth, which made her extremely sick.

"what are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do?" Miao Yiren smiled sweetly and harmlessly, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, touching you will only dirty my hands."

Song Weiwei felt a sharp blade passing through her nose, she clenched her fists tightly, "So, is Miss Miao here to warn me again?"

"Warning, does it work for you?"

Song Weiwei nodded, "It's really useless. After all, Mr. Li's thoughts are not on Miss Miao. Get rid of me, and you still have thousands of rivals in love."

There was a sudden pain in her neck, and Song Weiwei's face changed slightly.

Seeing Miao Yiren approaching suddenly, eyes full of madness and rage, she gritted her teeth, this crazy woman, she really underestimated her danger!
The fruit knife in Miao Yiren's hand was pressed against Song Weiwei's throat. The skin on her neck was very fragile, and a red mark immediately appeared, "Song Weiwei, I advise you not to provoke me. Brother Han loves me or not. I am the only one to marry, otherwise he is doomed to be alone forever."

"Tsk tsk," Song Weiwei sighed softly, now she feels that Li Baihan is quite pitiful, being favored by such a crazy woman, but they are willing to fight the other, and it is not her turn to sympathize, "Miss Miao's love The method is really simple and rude.”