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

"Song Weiyi, I always thought your face was an eyesore. I didn't take a closer look at it before. When you woke up just now, I took a closer look and found that you had plastic surgery." Miao Yiren said suddenly.

Song Weiwei's pupils shrank.

Miao Yiren immediately caught her emotional reaction. She didn't panic when she swiped the knife across her face, and she didn't panic when it touched her neck.

Unexpectedly, when she said that she had plastic surgery, she panicked all of a sudden.

really!

If she hadn't had plastic surgery, how could she look so much like Song Weiwei?
"It's really plastic surgery. It seems that you deliberately made up to look like Weiwei to confuse Brother Han. Tell me, what is your purpose for approaching Brother Han!"

Song Weiwei recovered her composure in just a moment, she curled her lips, "Is this a new way for Ms. Miao to comfort herself, plastic surgery? It's quite comforting."

"Secretary Song, I think you won't cry when you see the coffin." Miao Yiren held the fruit knife and pushed the back of the knife a few more points, but carefully avoided to hurt her.

Song Weiwei frowned uncomfortably, and was about to speak when she heard a knock on the door.

"Secretary Song, are you sober?"

The man's deep voice sounded immediately, and Miao Yiren's hand holding the knife trembled. At the moment when she was in a daze, Song Weiwei quickly grabbed her wrist and broke it hard, only to hear a crisp "click" , the fruit knife fell silently on the quilt, and Miao Yiren's wrist had already been broken by her.

"Ah!" Miao Yiren was so painful that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she took two steps back while clutching her dislocated wrist.At the same time, Li Baihan who was standing outside the door sensed that something was wrong, he immediately opened the door and came in.

The next second, a black shadow pounced into his arms, and he almost had a conditioned reflex to push the person away, but the faint milky fragrance lingering in his nose made him stop this movement.

"Secretary Song?"

Song Weiwei raised her head in panic, Lihua looked at Li Baihan with rain, and begged for help miserably, "President Li, save me, Miss Miao wants to kill me."

Who wouldn't pretend to be weak and report black?
Li Baihan lowered his eyes, just in time to see a few blood lines flowing down her neck, and suddenly a stream of fire started from the bottom of his dark eyes, and shot fiercely at Miao Yiren.

"Miaoyiren, you'd better give me an explanation."

Miao Yiren's back was sweating profusely from the pain, her hands and wrists were bent strangely, and seeing Song Weiwei nestled in Li Baihan's arms pitifully, she couldn't beat her.

This bitch set her up!
After she removed her wrist, while she was dumbfounded, she picked up the knife and made a slash on the neck, and then rushed towards Li Baihan with lightning speed.

She swore that she had never seen anyone run so fast in her life.

She raised her hand to accuse Song Weiwei, "Brother Han, don't believe her, she broke my hand, then cut my neck with a knife to frame me."

How could Li Baihan believe her?

"Nonsense!" Li Baihan's voice was cold and stern, with a chilling aura, "You showed up in her room early in the morning, and you said she framed you?"

Miao Yiren did threaten her, but she also knew that she was going to make a hole in Song Weiyi, and she couldn't tell.

That's why she deliberately held the back of the knife against her neck just now, how did she know that Song Weiwei's operations were so coquettish, and she dared to frame her!
"Brother Han, you can see that my hands have been broken like this by her. I really didn't hurt her. I just frightened her to play. She hurt herself." Miao Yiren raised her hands and moved closer to Li Baihan.

She was anxious to convince Li Baihan that she was the victim and that Song Weiyi was beating her violently.