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

Song Weiwei's cool hands were wrapped in warm palms by Li's mother, and the warmth seeped into the blood from the gap between her fingers, and her eyes slowly filled with heat.

Mother Li's words made her feel warm and sad.

But she couldn't show any strangeness, Li Baihan and Miao Yiren were watching, she tried to hold her breath, but there was still a trace of trill in her voice.

"Ma'am, I am Song Weiyi, President Li's secretary."

Mother Li blinked her eyes, and then looked at the alienated and indifferent girl in front of her, feeling lost, "It's Secretary Song, I'm sorry, I recognized you as my blessed daughter-in-law just now."

Song Weiwei lowered her eyelids, "It's okay, ma'am."

Li's mother still held her hand and didn't let go. Although she and Song Weiwei looked very different in temperament, she always felt familiar.

"Hey, you really look like my daughter-in-law. If you have a chance to let Bai Han take you to play at home in the future, the old man should be very happy to see you." Li's mother said softly.

Miao Yiren stood beside her and saw Li's mother holding Secretary Song's hand as if she was her own daughter, she felt as uncomfortable as being eaten by ten thousand ants.

why?
Song Weiwei is a village girl from the countryside. When she first arrived at the Li family, she was rustic.

But the members of the Li family accepted her very much from the very beginning, even a lady like Li's mother did not despise her background and was especially willing to get close to her.

However, she was born in the city and received education from a wealthy family since she was a child. Every move she makes is a symbol of a famous family, but she doesn't get their attention.

Now, even a secretary who looks like Song Weiwei can make Li's mother so close, and it took her six full years to make Li's mother like her.

Why is it so easy for some people to get it, but she couldn't get it even after all her efforts?

Song Weiwei felt Miao Yiren's eyes full of resentment, she raised her eyelids and glanced at her, and sure enough, seeing the corners of her straightened mouth twitch slightly, she curled her lips together, "Thank you Madam for the invitation, as long as Mr. Li is willing to take me there, I will I must visit you."

Miao Yiren clenched her fists tightly, with strong hatred bursting out from her eyes.

Bitch, how dare you promise!
"Hiss, Yiren, why are you pinching me?" Li's mother was in pain, looking down at Miao Yiren holding her hand and pinching her arm, her eyes were full of inexplicable.

Miao Yiren was so frightened that she let go of her hand quickly, and said angrily, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I was distracted just now, did you pinch the pain, I'm really sorry."

Mother Li glanced at her, but didn't say anything to her.

Li Baihan's eyes flicked over Miao Yiren, his expression was so dull that he couldn't see what he was thinking, he pulled Song Weiwei back to his side, and said: "Mom, we are going to be late for the dinner, let's go first."

"Okay, I know you're busy, then you go and let Secretary Song accompany us around." Li's mother is very interested in Song Weiwei. This child is neither humble nor overbearing, and he is not like Li Baihan's previous secretary. Comfortable.

Li Baihan narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on Song Weiwei, "Do you want to go to the dinner party with me, or go hang out with my mother?"

Song Weiwei met his deep gaze, her scalp went numb, "Of course I'm going with you, ma'am, I'm still working overtime, so can I let Ms. Miao accompany you?"

Li's mother was sorry, but when she thought of Miao Yiren pinching her just now, she didn't insist anymore. After they left, she said: "I remember that Jiang Huai and Zhou Zheng used to accompany Bai Han to the dinner party, why did the secretary accompany him now?" ?”

Miao Yiren looked at the backs of the two leaving, feeling very uncomfortable, "Maybe Jiang Huai and Zhou Zheng have something to do, Auntie, let's go."

Li's mother looked at her as she walked forward, "Yiren, did you and Bai Han quarrel? Just now I saw that he didn't even look at you."

Miao Yi was heartbroken.

In fact, when did Li Baihan see her? He didn't even know that she had been by his side for so many years, that she had become fat, thin, and sick.

He doesn't care about her, and if one day she no longer appears in front of him, he won't feel lonely because there is no one around him.

He is just so ruthless.

But she likes him, and if she can't let him go, she is destined to be unable to ask for it in this life.

"Auntie, when you are in front of him, you are the only one in his eyes, how can he see me?" Miao Yiren suppressed the discomfort, and said softly and coquettishly.

Li's mother was so elated by her, she didn't think there was anything wrong with her words, "Of course, I'm his mother."

But thinking about it, Li Baihan didn't look at her just now, but looked at Secretary Song from time to time, as if a flower had grown on Secretary Song's face.

Miao Yiren couldn't help but look back, only to see the backs of Li Baihan and Song Weiyi disappearing at the corner of the corridor, her red lips were tightly pursed, and a layer of low air pressure enveloped her body.

*
Today's dinner party is led by President Li of Kangtai Group. The 40-year-old greasy middle-aged man has a lot of tricks, and he especially likes the wine table culture.

He couldn't persuade Li Baihan to drink, so he attacked Song Weiwei.

That day, his secretary gave Song Weiwei a red envelope, but was rejected on the spot. Mr. Li felt very humiliated.Seeing Li Baihan bringing Song Weiwei over again today, he wanted to show her off, lest she forget who he was.

He came over with a glass of wine, "Boss Li, this glass of wine is a toast to our happy cooperation, you should give me a face."

Li Baihan said indifferently: "Mr. Li, I don't drink."

"Success, everyone in the industry knows that Boss Li doesn't drink, but I have to drink this glass of wine. Why don't you let Secretary Song do it for you? Secretary Song, don't you share your boss's worries?" Boss Li looked at Song Weiwei and felt that this girl was so noble. Shameless type.

Song Weiwei could tell that Boss Li intended to target her. She stood up, raised her glass and said, "Boss Li, Boss Li doesn't drink. I'll drink this glass for him."

"Secretary Song is the one who is quick, come on, let's do it." Mr. Li clinked glasses with her, Song Weiwei raised her head and took a sip, the strong wine choked her throat, she couldn't help coughing twice.

Everyone else applauded.

Only Li Baihan frowned, Song Weiwei's posture of blocking wine was very skillful, had she blocked alcohol for other men like this in Jiangcheng before?

Mr. Li drank the wine in his glass and said, "Secretary Song is a good drinker. Come on, let's continue drinking."

Song Weiwei watched Mr. Li pour wine into her glass, and then filled her own glass. She glanced at the degree marked on the bottle, and she knew in her heart that Mr. Li wanted to overwhelm her.

Everyone at the table looked at them excitedly, and some people yelled, "Mr. Li, you have found a good secretary. It's refreshing to drink. Come on, keep drinking and keep drinking."

"Since Boss Li wants to drink with me, the cup is so small, it must be unpleasant to drink, so let's change to a larger cup, so that we don't have to pour one cup after another. It's so boring." Song Weiwei put down the wine glass and beckoned to the waiter standing beside He waved and told her to bring over two glasses of cold beer.

Everyone at the table was slightly drunk except for Li Baihan. When they heard that Song Weiwei wanted to change to a larger cup, they all clapped and applauded, everyone was very excited.

Li Baihan frowned, and he stared at Secretary Song under the light with serious eyes.

Soon, the waiter brought the cup, Song Weiwei thanked her, took the cup and put it on the table, she took the wine bottle from Mr. Li's hand, and poured it into the cup.

The capacity of the crystal cup can hold at least 800 milliliters of white wine. Song Weiwei filled the cup without blinking. After one cup was filled, she poured it into the second cup.

The wine bottle was emptied, and the casual onlookers hurriedly passed the rest of the wine to her until she filled both glasses.

Mr. Li watched Song Weiwei pick up two glasses of wine and handed him one of them. His face turned green. He never thought that Song Weiwei would dare to play like this.

"Mr. Li, we, Mr. Li, don't drink, so we can't let you enjoy yourself. I'll have a drink with you today, please." Song Weiwei looked calm.

Mr. Li was frightened. He didn't know Song Weiwei's drinking capacity, but seeing that she was holding 800ml of liquor without panic, it showed that she had a very good drinking capacity.

He took the wine glass tremblingly, "Secretary Song, this..."

"Aren't you scared, Mr. Li, everyone, give Mrs. Li some applause. I believe Mr. Li, you are a real man. What's a glass of white wine?" Song Weiwei raised her hand, motioning for everyone to applaud Mrs. Li.

Maybe she didn't even realize it, but at this moment, she looked at her brightly, and the sly look in her eyes made her look like a scheming little fox.

Li Baihan's eyebrows twitched.

real man?
knock!
Who did she say was the real man?
Mr. Li couldn't get off the tiger, and his face was extremely ugly. He only realized at this time that he was tricked by this woman.He originally wanted to deal with her, but he didn't expect to be blocked by her.

The situation was at a stalemate, and everyone was still applauding and booing. Mr. Li's face turned green and pale, and he stared at Song Weiwei gloomyly, "Okay, let's drink together."

"President Li, please." Song Weiwei touched him, and they both drank at the same time.

Li Baihan originally thought that she wanted to use advance as a retreat to make President Li retreat, so he didn't make a sound to stop her. Now seeing the two of them gulping down the wine, he got up to stop her.

Song Weiwei seemed to have expected that Li Baihan would stop him, she stared straight at him, shook her head slowly at him, and told him that she had a sense of proportion.

Li Baihan pursed his lips tightly.

As the wine in the glass became less and less, the booing in the box became louder and louder. Someone slapped the table and shouted: "Mr. Li is mighty, Secretary Song is mighty."

Mr. Li drank half of it, but couldn't hold it any longer. The baijiu cut his throat and fell into his stomach, burning him so uncomfortable that he felt sick. He didn't want to drink any more, but the others kept making noises.

He had to bite the bullet and continue drinking, and after drinking another third, he threw up.

Song Weiwei didn't drink fast. Compared with Mr. Li's wolfing down, she was even pleasing to the eye, as if what she drank was not wine but coffee.

The movement next to her didn't affect her, nor did Mr. Li vomit after drinking. She finished drinking a pinch of white wine in a leisurely manner, and the box suddenly became quiet.

Song Weiwei's expression was calm. Her eyes scanned the crowd, and finally fell on Mr. Li who was slumped on the chair. Her voice was neither high nor low, enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"Boss Li doesn't like drinking, and I don't like drinking. Please tell the partners who were not present. If you want to persuade us to drink in the future, I will accompany you to use this kind of cup!"

After finishing speaking, she clasped the beer glass in her hand on the dining table heavily. That action was handsome and domineering, it was a blast!