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

Miao Yiren has had a hard time recently. Being a mistress is a high-risk occupation, especially if she is a sadistic and violent mistress. Her life is always at the gate of hell.

After venting his animal nature, Mr. Zhang looked at Miao Yiren who was lying on the ground covered in bruises. He grabbed her hair and forced her to raise her head to meet his brutal gaze.

Miao Yiren's cry got stuck in her throat because of this forced backward movement, she gasped heavily, her eyes turned white for a while.

Mr. Zhang looked down at her, as if looking at the most outstanding work, "I heard you danced ballet before?"

Miao Yiren's throat was still breathing painfully, "Ho Ho", the man seemed to notice it, and let go of his hand mercifully.

Miao Yiren suddenly lay powerlessly on the ground like a kite with a broken thread, with old and new whiplashes criss-crossing on his back, and almost none of them was good meat.

After she calmed down, she said: "I studied for a while when I was a child, but I didn't get into the ballet academy, and I stopped dancing after that."

"The body is tough. I haven't met a woman with a body as soft as yours for a long time. I'll come back next time when I heal up." Mr. Zhang put his hand on her shoulder, stroked her back, and then on her butt clapped.

If this action was done normally, it would be full of intimacy, but for Miao Yiren who has no good flesh on his back, it is tantamount to being scraped again with a steel knife.

She was trembling with pain, and cold sweat rushed out of her pores. She was panting heavily, and her hatred for Mr. Zhang deepened.

She is going to kill him!

Mr. Zhang watched her lying on the ground with satisfaction, as pitiful as a kitten. He stood up and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

Miao Yiren was lying on the ground limply, tears welling up uncontrollably, her hands clenched into fists, intense hatred burning in her eyes.

After a long time, the door behind her was opened, and Miao Yiren felt that something was covering her back, which was cold.

She opened her eyes, and there was a pair of shiny leather shoes in front of her eyes. She didn't need to look up to know who it was.

"Yi Ren, why are you bothering?" Li Xiaoran looked at her condescendingly. He has been in trouble recently and almost got fired.

Miao Yiren closed her eyes, the pain in her body reminded her that she was still in this purgatory on earth, she slowly pulled out a mocking smile, "You don't want to help me, I can only find someone who can help me."

Li Xiaoran squatted down abruptly, stretched out his hand to lift her chin, stared fiercely at her eyes, and said through gritted teeth: "Revenge is that important? Is it worth it for you to spoil yourself like this?"

Miao Yiren moved her chin away from his hand with force, this action involved her injuries, she groaned in pain, but she was unwilling to show weakness, "I'm ruining myself, what are you in a hurry for?"

"You!" Li Xiaoran stared at her body, the blood that had just emerged quickly stained the napkin red, he calmed down, "The person surnamed Zhang is not a good person, do you think you can use him to deal with Li Baihan? You You're just making fun of your own life."

Miao Yiren lay on the ground, "That idiot can only find pleasure in abusing women, how dare he deal with Li Baihan?"

Li Xiaoran frowned, "Since you know, why do you still take the risk?"

"Because he has a huge amount of wealth." Miao Yiren's goal is very clear, she will not rely on anyone to avenge her, Li Xiaoran can't be trusted, and neither can Zhang.

The man surnamed Zhang used his power to amass money, but he didn't dare to squander it at will. He hid all the money. Even his wife didn't know where it was hidden, but she knew it.

When the man was excitedly venting his tyrannical emotions on her, he felt that he was an ancient emperor, and he said everything that should be said and should not be said, just to show how powerful he was.

But he is not a fart!

Now, she only needs one chance, a chance to let the surname Zhang die. Those properties are naturally hers. As long as she has that huge amount of wealth, it will not be easy for her to solve Song Weiwei.

Li Xiaoran's pupils shrank, "What did you say?"

"He has a lot of money, but he hid it all. As long as I get the specific address, I can send him home." Miao Yiren said lightly, as if he was talking about an ant.

Li Xiaoran narrowed his eyes, "Yiren, don't be fooled by him, how can he have huge wealth, I checked him, he is clean..."

"That's the appearance!" Miao Yiren interrupted him, "I've seen him before, he is well-dressed, and he doesn't look like a wild person who can play, he is too good at disguising himself, otherwise how could nothing happen up to now ?”

Li Xiaoran thought of that person's eyes, they were eyes clouded by worldly desires, if they were really upright and honest, they shouldn't have such eyes.

Miao Yiren said: "People who have access to the underground platform are not good people. You can help me find out about him. It is best to let him die in an accident."

Li Xiaoran saw her calmly counting people's lives, he couldn't help feeling horrified, she had changed, maybe she had a heart before, but now she is a cold revenge tool.

He clenched his fists subconsciously, "Okay, I'll carry you to the bed first and treat the wound, otherwise it will be so hot that the wound will be inflamed and it won't heal."

Miao Yiren pursed her lower lip, "Take me to the bathroom first, I want to take a shower."

There were still traces of that man on her body, and she felt disgusted.

Li Xiaoran recalled seeing the injury on her back when he came in just now, he frowned, "You are seriously injured, you can't get water on it, it's better to deal with the wound first."

Miao Yiren's voice became colder, "I said going to the bathroom is going to the bathroom, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

In the end, Li Xiaoran didn't resist her request, and carried her directly to the bathroom. She stood under the shower, water was pouring from the top of her head, her back was so painful that she couldn't feel it, and the dirty blood on her back was washed away by the water.

She closed her eyes and pulled out a hideous smile.

Song Weiwei, everything I have suffered today will be repaid to you ten times in the future!
*
In the middle of the night, Song Weiwei suddenly woke up from her dream, her heart was beating wildly, she sat on the bed in a daze, the room was dark, and what she couldn't get rid of was the face burning with hatred.

She closed her eyes, wondering why she dreamed of Miao Yiren, could it be because Shen Qingyuan mentioned her today?
She took a long breath, and when her breathing gradually calmed down, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

She was thirsty and wanted to drink some water, only to find that there was no water in the cup, so she had to go downstairs with the cup, the whole living room was empty and quiet, an orange desk lamp was on next to the sofa, and Song Yuheng was sitting beside the desk lamp holding his hand. I'm in a trance with my phone.

She recalled the scene she met at noon, and walked over slowly, not wanting to have alarmed Song Yuheng, he looked up, and the blur in his eyes quietly disappeared.

"Why did you come down?"

"Thirsty, come down and get a glass of water." Song Weiwei sat down on the single chair opposite him. She picked up the hot water pot on the table and poured herself a glass of water. It was steaming. She looked at Song Yuheng, "Brother, you have something on your mind." ?”

Song Yuheng's cheeks moved slightly, as if he pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, "It's okay."

Song Weiwei was originally nestled in a single chair, but now she sat upright, leaned towards him, and said in a low voice: "Brother, I saw you dating a girl at noon today, is that my future sister-in-law? ?”

Song Yuheng frowned subconsciously, "Don't talk nonsense, we are not suitable, we can't go anywhere."

The girl was too shy, she blushed when she spoke a few words, and sometimes stuttered, and finally embarrassed Song Yuheng, and went home after dinner.

Song Weiwei said oh, with a very long tone, she said gossipingly: "A pretty girl, why isn't she suitable?"

"I don't feel it." Song Yuheng answered her simply and rudely.

Song Weiwei sighed, "Brother, the probability of falling in love at first sight is too small. On the contrary, it is more common to fall in love over time. You have to give each other a chance to get in touch."

Song Yuheng spread his hands, "Look at my job, do you think you have time to get in touch?"

Song Weiwei: "..."

"What's wrong with doctors? Doctors are human beings, and doctors also take vacations. Brother, I think you're using your work to perfuse yourself. Even if you don't look for a rich girl, there are so many beautiful and lovely little nurses in your hospital, and there are many who have a good impression of you. , I can always find one." Song Weiwei persuaded her brother and immediately turned into a matchmaker.

Song Yuheng leaned on the back of the sofa, looking a little confused, "I've worked so hard as a doctor, and if I find a nurse, will the family still be able to live?"

Song Weiwei narrowed her eyes, "You don't want to look for it, do you?"

Song Yuheng's mind was pierced by her words, her thin lips were pursed tightly, there are so many girls coming and going around him, many of them mustered up the courage to confess to him, why doesn't he like any of them?
Is it too high-sighted, or...

He immediately stopped his thoughts and stopped running in a dangerous direction, "Maybe... I'm still waiting for her."

Song Weiwei: "..."

She looked at him silently. She didn't know why. She felt that it wasn't because her brother was still waiting for his first love. No matter how good the first love was, after so many years, there would be no resurgence of old love.

But her brother was obviously upset, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed up in the middle of the night and just sat here in a daze.

"Brother, why don't you fly abroad to see her? I'll be the only one on the mountain. If you're just waiting for the person in your memory, and that person has already disappeared into the vast crowd, then you will You can move on." Song Weiwei suggested.

Song Yuheng lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then he said, "I'm going to exchange and study abroad tomorrow, and I just happened to meet her, and we haven't seen each other for more than ten years."

Song Weiwei didn't expect her brother to be a man of action. When he said that he would go to see his first love, he would go to see his first love. She quickly said, "Go, just go and meet him."

Chase again if you don't give up, if you give up, you can continue to move forward, it's better than being trapped in the past.

As Song Weiwei thought about it, she suddenly thought of the constant and chaotic relationship between her and Li Baihan. He drove her back tonight, and the two of them chatted about work along the way, but they didn't feel uncomfortable.

*
The next day.

Song Yuheng went out early in the morning to the United States for a three-day academic exchange. Song Weiwei went out with him. She was going to the sculpture committee meeting at ten o'clock in the morning.

She arrived early, and there were not many participants. After Zhou Lijiang stepped down, the new chairman of the committee was a well-known Taishan Beidou in the industry, and this person had a high reputation.

President Chen is over fifty years old, looks energetic, and has a kind of gentle and upright temperament of an old artist, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

Song Weiwei had met him a few times, but she recognized him at a glance. Chairman Chen also saw her. He gestured to the people around him, and then walked towards Song Weiwei quickly.

Song Weiwei hurried up to greet her, and President Chen was very enthusiastic, "Mr. Song, welcome, welcome, you took the time to come here, it would be too far to greet you."

Song Weiwei shook hands with him, and said with a smile: "Chairman Chen is too polite, you are a senior, how can you come out to greet the younger?"

President Chen let go of her hand, "You represented us in the competition in the United States, and you won the championship. This is to win glory for the country, and it also makes the sculpture industry shine. You are awesome."

The two walked to the venue side by side, "It's just a fluke to win the championship."

President Chen laughed, "Is it a fluke? I'm the first one to say no to you saying that, otherwise Master Mu Yi's coffin will not be able to hold you down. You are his proud disciple."

When mentioning Master Mu Yi, the two couldn't help being filled with emotion, "If Master Mu Yi is still alive, he will definitely feel very gratified."

Song Weiwei smiled, "Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my teacher's life."

President Chen took her in to meet a group of people, most of whom he had met before, and there were also a few important government officials who organized the exchange meeting.

Song Weiwei was not stage-frightened either. After greeting each other one by one, she learned from one of the important officials that this exchange meeting was not simply about conveying the meaning of the above, but also that the recently unearthed cultural relics needed restoration, so she was recruiting repair team members .

"The cultural relics unearthed this time are extremely precious, and may push history a few steps forward, so the restoration of cultural relics is especially important."

A huge projection screen was hung on the stage. At this time, an important official held an infrared remote control and showed photos of the newly unearthed cultural relics, many of which were defective.

People around whispered, "The country wants to call us to restore it, but we are not restorers of cultural relics. Isn't this adding to the chaos?"

"You can see that many of the people sitting over there are doing this. We just came to listen to it. Sculpture and cultural relic restoration are out of the question, and we won't be allowed to go. Don't worry."

Song Weiwei wears glasses. After waking up from a car accident, her eyesight is not very good. It is usually fine without glasses, but when she wants to see something, she still needs to wear glasses to see clearly.

She squinted her eyes and listened to the muttering of the people next to her. The photos shown on the stage at the beginning were of utensils, which were indeed incompatible with engraving, but the next set of photos were closely related to engraving.

It was a group of incomplete bridal head and face jewelry. Judging from the only incomplete jewelry that has not been corroded, the patterns are complicated and exquisite, not much worse than modern craftsmanship.

This group of jewelry photos came out, and there were exclamations one after another in the venue. It is an important discovery in human civilization that the ancestors have such a craftsmanship that is superior to modern craftsmanship.

After the meeting, Song Weiwei was left by President Chen to have dinner with several dignitaries. Song Weiwei knew in her heart that President Chen wanted to send her to repair the head and face jewelry.