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

Li Baihan glanced at the drawer, pointed to the watch, and said in a deep voice without any emotion, which sounded cold, "It's time, let's go."

Song Weiwei stood up quickly, her heart was beating like clockwork, and suddenly it started thumping wildly, "Okay, okay, I'll clean it up."

"Hurry up." Li Baihan urged, and moved to press the elevator.

Song Weiwei looked at his back. The ironed suit made him tall and straight. Perhaps because of his cold expression, he exuded a strong but restrained aura.

She only glanced at it, then retracted her gaze, opened the drawer and held the pink medicine box in her palm.With a heavy heart, she walked towards Li Baihan.

After entering the elevator, Li Baihan looked at her expression as if she was about to go to the guillotine, and wondered, "What is your expression, you don't want to work overtime?"

Song Weiwei lowered her head, her voice was extremely muffled, "No."

"Most of the guests attending the banquet tonight have business ties with the company. I'll take you to get acquainted. Don't you want to marry a rich man? Just go and see if there is any suitable one." Li Baihan looked at the hair on the top of her head. explain.

Song Weiwei choked for a moment, he seemed to be very persistent about her wanting to marry a rich man, and would talk about it in two days, in case she would forget.

"Thank you, Mr. Li, for worrying about my affairs. I will seize the opportunity."

Li Baihan: "..."

Because of this unpleasant conversation in the elevator, Li Baihan's face was still darkened until he got in the car, and even the driver in the front row could feel his bad mood.

Song Weiwei stood outside the car door, weighing the pros and cons, she opened the back seat and sat beside Li Baihan.

Li Baihan seemed to be pleased by her actions, and the corners of his brows and eyes that were frozen with icicles finally melted.

Song Weiwei leaned on the back of the leather chair, her palms were sweating coldly, she turned her head to look at Li Baihan secretly, and when she met his dark eyes, her heart stopped beating, and only then did she realize that he was also looking at her.

His brow bone is slightly higher than that of ordinary oriental men, and his narrow peach eyes are full of a smile, but when he squints his eyes to look at people, there is an unfathomable sense of scrutiny.

It seems to look into the bottom of your heart and peep into your deepest secrets.

Song Weiwei's heart was beating wildly, and she quickly turned her head away.

But the man's shadowy scrutiny still made her feel uncomfortable all over. Thinking of what she was going to do tonight, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

Fortunately, the company was not far from the hotel where the banquet was held, and they arrived in front of the hotel very quickly. Before she got out of the car and opened the door for him, Li Baihan got out of the car from the other side first.

The lights in front of the hotel are bright, and a brand new red carpet extends from the steps to the hotel. At this time, guests are arriving one after another.

The host of the banquet was surnamed Yan, a well-known real estate boss in Beicheng. At this time, Boss Yan, his wife and daughter were standing at the door to greet him.

Seeing Li Baihan, Boss Yan immediately came up to him and shook hands with him, "Bohan, you're here, everyone is waiting desperately, let's go in and talk."

Song Weiwei followed them silently, and when she walked into the banquet hall, she realized that Li Baihan was standing among the capitalists, standing out from the crowd.

"Brother Han is handsome, isn't he?"

Song Weiwei was startled by the sudden sound in her ear, she turned her head to look, and saw Miao Yiren wearing a black deep V high-tailored dress standing beside her, staring obsessively at Li Baihan in the crowd.

She felt uncomfortable in her heart, and she didn't want to have any interaction with this femme fatale.