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

The hotel's executive lounge faces the city street view. There are not many people drinking afternoon tea at this time, and there are sporadically two or three tables of guests sitting in the lobby.

The one sitting by the window is Hasson, a reporter from the largest newspaper in the United States. The man is wearing a white shirt and a gray vest, with a strong British accent.

Song Weiwei took off her sunglasses and shook hands with the other party, "Hello, I'm Song Weiyi."

Hasen was teased by her action of taking off her sunglasses, his eyes lit up several degrees, he held her hand in a gentlemanly manner, "I have long admired Miss Song's name."

Song Weiwei withdrew her hand, and sat down gracefully across from him. Hasen said "I have admired you for a long time" just to be polite, and she smiled slightly, "You are too proud."

Hasen looked at her, the girl in front of her was a standard oriental girl, with delicate and picturesque eyebrows, red lips that were not smudged, but her expression was very pale, giving people a sense of world-weariness.

Such a girl has just won the championship in the sculpture competition and has taken her first step in her sculpture career.

The first time he saw her bowing her head slightly and concentrating on carving works in the live broadcast, he felt that she was a person with a story, and he did not expect to interview her at that time.

Sitting face to face at this moment, he trusted his intuition even more. She was indeed a woman with a story.

He took out the recording pen and asked Song Weiwei politely, "Do you mind if I record the next interview?"

Song Weiwei shook her head, "You can do whatever you want."

Hasen turned on the recording pen, put it on the table, and started the interview. When they received the interview task, they had limited time. In addition, Song Weiyi was Chinese, so they could not get more information.

"I heard that you studied under Master Mu Yi. Unfortunately, I heard that Master Mu Yi passed away a few months ago. He was an excellent artist."

Song Weiwei said, "Thank you."

Hasen observed Song Weiwei intentionally, and felt that this girl didn't like to talk very much. Compared with her sharpness during the competition, she was cold and alienated at this time.

He started an in-depth interview on this topic. When talking about her works in the three competitions, she talked a little more. Her bright eyes and lively expression made people really feel her love for sculpture.

"Miss Song became popular with this competition, what do you want to do next?"

Song Weiwei looked at him puzzled, "It became a hit?"

"Yes, you broadcast the game live globally. Ms. Song is a celebrity now, don't you know?" Hasen looked at her in surprise.

Song Weiwei: "..."

She really didn't know that after the game, her mobile phone hadn't been turned on yet. After all, she had spent the past two days in bed and had no chance to turn it on.

When Ha Sen saw her looking at him in confusion, his heart trembled slightly. He picked up the phone, operated it a few times, and handed the phone to Song Weiwei.

The phone is on the INS interface, and the news of her winning the championship is still on the real-time trending search. The popularity has not yet passed. She subconsciously wants to turn on her phone, only to realize that she did not bring the phone downstairs.

She pushed the phone back to Hasen, feeling slightly displeased in her heart, but because the person in front of her was a reporter, she couldn't say it directly. When the competition was held, the organizer didn't say it would be broadcast live.

To put it lightly is not to follow the rules, but to put it more seriously is to infringe their portrait rights.

But the person in front of her was a reporter. If she wanted to say something like this, if she was exaggerated, she might offend the organizers. She said, "I'm quite photogenic."

Hasen was amused by her cold humor. He has interviewed several contestants in the past two days, including Alberto and Suzuki Koizumi. After they knew about the live broadcast, they were very calm. I don't know anything about the live broadcast.

He originally wanted to pry something out of her mouth, but he didn't expect her to take it without making a fuss.

The high EQ that the girl showed at the game was really not on the spot. After that, Ha Sen didn't dig a hole for her. He continued to ask questions according to the interview outline.

"The first time I came into contact with antiques was an elder in my family who loved to collect. He taught me a lot. When I was young, I liked to draw and graffiti on the walls. When I saw those works of art with great archaeological value, I naturally became famous. The thought of a hundred generations."

"Yes, I entered the sculpting business. In fact, the reason at the beginning was ridiculous. I had a car accident and lay in bed for a year before waking up. The muscles in my body were greatly reduced in one year. Sculpture can quickly restore the strength of my fingers. Flexibility can also rekindle my desire for life, and at first, it was my motivation to live."

Hasen listened quietly, his intuition was correct, she was indeed a person with a story, and such a life experience was enough for him to write an interview that was brilliant and moved readers.

At the end of the interview, Hasen exchanged contact information with her. Hasen said: "If I have the opportunity, I will go to country C to feel the culture and food of country C."

Song Weiwei smiled and said, "Then you probably won't come back?"

Hasen raised his eyebrows, "How?"

"I saw a piece of news not long ago. A foreigner traveled to country C and planned to taste all the delicacies in country C. So he made his first stop at the gourmet city and lived there for three years. He said there were too many delicious foods. I haven't had enough, and I don't want to go back to China." Song Weiwei said humorously.

Hasen laughed loudly. Fortunately, there was only one table of them left in the executive lounge, but they still attracted the attention of the waiters at the bar.

He suppressed his smile, coughed lightly to cover up his gaffe, and said, "Then I'm really going to appreciate it."

"welcome!"

*
domestic.

In a private room of a club, Miaoyi was wearing a long skirt, with exquisite makeup, and was sitting on the seat waiting for someone. She came a little early, and the guests she had invited never showed up.

She was uneasy in her heart, but she also had a kind of determination to risk everything.

Soon, there were footsteps outside the door, and the next second, the door was pushed open from the outside. The man who walked in was not tall, with ordinary facial features, and he was a little bald in middle age.

When Miao Yiren saw him, she remembered the scene of being tortured by him in the underground live broadcast room. She wanted to run away, but she sat on the chair without moving.

She forced herself to smile, "You're here."

The man sat down opposite her, his green eyes turned around her, greedy and impatient, "After the underground live broadcast room was destroyed, I regretted it for a while, but I didn't expect you to come to me on my own initiative."

Miaoyiren suppressed her stomach tumbling, smiled like a prostitute, and her voice made her scalp tingle, "Mr. Zhang, you said that one day when I leave that place, you will cover me. Always remember your promise."

Mr. Zhang was very anxious. Hearing her words of loyalty, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to cover the back of her hand, pinching and kneading it so obscenely.

"Of course, I always think about how you feel in my dreams." The man showed his yellow teeth as soon as he opened his mouth.

Miao Yiren's stomach was sour, she endured it desperately, but she thought in her heart that when she got rid of Song Weiwei, she would kill this dog man.

"Then do you want someone else?" Miao Yiren stood up, resisting the sharp pain from her calf, walked slowly to Mr. Zhang's side, and then pretended to be weak and fell down on his lap.

The man was well-dressed, but he couldn't stand the smell of copper. Miao Yiren took the initiative to throw herself into her arms, but she was still disgusted by the smoke. She retched a few times in a place where the man could not see.

When Mr. Zhang saw her take the initiative to throw himself into his arms, there was no reason for him to come to his door to reject her. His hands became more and more irregular, almost obscene.

Miao Yiren bit her lower lip and endured them one by one.

After a while, the ambiguous sounds in the room suddenly stopped, and Mr. Zhang pinched Miao Yiren's waist, "It's still so coquettish, it really suits my taste, eat first, and come back with me later."

Miao Yiren gritted her teeth and endured such humiliation. She got up and returned to her seat, only then did Mr. Zhang ring the bell to call the waiter to come in and serve the food.

After a meal, Miao Yiren felt like vomiting. Mr. Zhang rubbed his foot under the table against Miao Yiren's thigh. The smell of her feet made her lose her appetite, but she still managed to cope with it with a forced smile.

She thought that everything she had suffered would be brought back to Song Weiwei.

But she didn't know that she sent herself into the fire pit.

Men who can live broadcast underground have all the money and power, but what they lack is that some special hobbies cannot be displayed openly, such as Mr. Zhang, who treats the people in the room like hell.

After one night, Miaoyiren's freshly raised Shui Ling seemed to have been devastated by a violent storm. She lay on her side on the bed, with strangle marks on her neck, broken lips, and shocking welts all over her body.

Mr. Zhang pulled up his pants, very satisfied with last night, he took a card and threw it on Miao Yiren, "There is 100 million US dollars in it, you can spend it, if it is not enough, just ask me for it, as long as you take good care of me Yes, I will pick off all the moons you want in the sky."

Miao Yiren has been tortured to the point of losing her human appearance, her whole body hurts even if she moves, tears glisten in her eyes, and a few words burst out between her teeth, "I will spend it well."

Mr. Zhang was very satisfied, and stretched out his hand to pinch her face, "You will live here from now on, I will come once a week, there is a nanny in the villa, she will take care of your daily life, your legs are not fully healed, I will let you The family doctor is coming, you follow me obediently, I will not treat you badly."

Miao Yiren closed her eyes, "Yes."

Mr. Zhang was tired of crooked for a while, and finally stepped on the critical point of Miaoyiren's collapse and left. As soon as the door closed, her tears rolled down.

She bit her lip and didn't allow herself to cry. She had already been spoiled enough by these people during the underground live broadcast. At that time, she still played with her for free. Now she has 100 million US dollars to accompany her for one night. What grievances does she have?

She is not wronged!

As long as she has money, she can take care of everything and kill Song Weiwei.

Lying in the hospital without money, being dragged into the morgue every night to be with the dead, that would be worse than death. She is fine now, and as long as she recovers from her injuries, she can take Song Weiwei's life.

All her sacrifices were worth it!
Miao Yiren kept brainwashing herself, and finally convinced herself and accepted the status quo, as long as she has money, she can do everything she wants to do.

*
In the shopping mall, Song Weiwei and Li Baihan walked forward side by side. The first floor was full of high-end stores, including bags, clothing, jewelry and watches.

Song Weiwei came to the United States for half a month, so naturally she couldn't return empty-handed.

She first went to a famous watch store and picked three watches, all of which were men's models. They were expensive and grand, low-key but luxurious. Seeing that she asked Ah SA to wrap them up, Li Baihan was jealous, "I want yours too. watch."

Song Weiwei glanced at him. This person is very straightforward now, and he never turns around when talking to her. Seeing Ah SA looking over, she coughed lightly, "Do you like it?"

Li Baihan actually wanted her to choose one by herself, but when he turned his eyes and saw the newly released couple's watch, he thought about it, pointed to the poster, and said to Ah SA, "Take out this pair of watches and let me have a look."

Ah SA quickly took out the bag, "Sir, you have a good eye, this is our new watch for couples, it's called Yuan Qian Life, you try it?"

Li Baihan picked up the female watch and looked at it. The dial was exquisite, with Roman numerals dotted with diamonds, dazzling under the light.

He held Song Weiwei's wrist, put the watch on, and asked her, "Does it look good?"

Song Weiwei's family has dozens of expensive watches, either from the parents of the Song family, or from the three brothers of the Song family, so she doesn't particularly like watches, "It's okay."

Li Baihan looked down, the crocodile leather strap was very rare, the dial was simple and generous, with a classic style, and the words "couple watch" were enough to make his heart flutter.

"I think it looks good, just this pair."

Ah SA happily went to bill, Li Baihan handed the men's watch to Song Weiwei, staring at her eagerly, "Help me take it, huh?"

Song Weiwei looked at him. For some reason, he was clearly wearing a watch, but it made him feel ambiguous about wearing a pair of rings. She hesitated for a moment, took the watch, and helped him put it on graciously.

None of the watches in Li Baihan's family were cheaper than this one, but after wearing this watch, he felt particularly good, as if she had given him some kind of promise.

In fact, during this period of time, he often felt uneasy in his heart. Even if the two hugged each other, he still didn't understand what she was thinking.

So close, yet so far away.

But at this moment, she is willing to wear a couple watch, and she is also willing to wear it for him. Does it mean that in her heart, he is already a boyfriend, not a friend with benefits?
Song Weiwei went to buy the order, and then went to a jewelry store to pick out a pair of rings. The style of the pair of rings was very simple. She reported the size, didn't try it on, and asked someone to wrap it up.

Seeing her buying a pair of rings in front of him, Li Baihan couldn't help but feel distracted. Is she finally going to give him a title?
Song Weiwei swiped the card to pay, took the bag from Ah SA, turned around and saw Li Baihan looking at her with a smirk, she raised her eyebrows, "What are you laughing at?"

Li Baihan suppressed his smile, his gaze glinted across the paper bag in her hand, with unconcealable anticipation and desire, "It's nothing, let's go buy chocolates."

He clasped her hand and dragged her forward.

Song Weiwei looked puzzled, she looked down at the pair of rings in the paper bag, but still didn't understand why Li Baihan smiled so creepily.

The two went to the snack shop, and there was a special area selling chocolates inside. It seemed that all the chocolate brands in the world were placed here, and they were dazzled by the dazzling array of things for a while.

In the end, Li Baihan chose black and white chocolates produced locally, because tomorrow's flight is in the morning, and he also bought Shengqiao, shopping for good things, and it's almost ten o'clock.

The shopping mall closed, they went back to the hotel by car, entered the room, Song Weiwei took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower, halfway through, Li Baihan came in.