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

Song Yuheng beckoned to him, Xiaotuanzi slid down from the chair, and threw himself into his arms pitifully, "Uncle, we are so pitiful, we are all men abandoned by mommy .”

Song Yuheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, tapped his forehead with his fingers, and corrected, "We are the men behind Song Song, her backing."

Song Chenchen seemed to understand but half understood, "Okay, let's be the man behind Mommy!"

Song Weiwei's apartment was not far from Li Baihan's house, she walked there, and walked into the gate of the community within half an hour of the deadline.

She was about to ask about the floor of the unit, and there were already two messages in WeChat, one was the house number, and the other was the password to open the door.

"0927, the password is so simple, I'm not afraid of a thief cracking it." Song Weiwei felt something was wrong after complaining, "No, today is September 9th, and the password was set too hastily."

She didn't think much, walked through the garden landscape of the community, the street lamps stretched her shadow very long, turned the corner, and she stopped in front of the building king in the inner courtyard.

There are security guards on duty downstairs in each unit of high-end apartments. She explained her intentions, and the security guard said enthusiastically, "Miss Song, right? Mr. Li just called me, please come in, please come in."

The security guard pushed the glass door while looking at Song Weiwei. Li Baihan had lived here for almost four years, and this was the first time he saw him call a woman to his house.

Look at this Miss Song's appearance, she is not the kind of stunningly beautiful woman, how did she meet Mr. Li's eyes?

"Thank you." Song Weiwei nodded at him, and walked sideways into the lobby. The heat rushed to her face, taking away the coldness around her.

The lobby is brightly lit, and there are several abstract art paintings hanging on the wall. Below the paintings are gray velvet double sofas and a few chairs. The style is more European and American, with a low-key atmosphere.

The security escorted her all the way into the elevator, and helped her swipe the elevator card on the top floor, and the elevator closed slowly.

She looked up at the red numbers on the elevator wall, and pinched the knuckles of her fingers with her thumbnails to relieve her inner anxiety.

Soon, the elevator reached the top floor. With a "ding", she loosened her grip on the knuckles of her fingers, and walked out of the elevator like a normal person.

There is only Li Baihan's family on the top floor. When you get out of the elevator, the corridors are lined with marble wall tiles with special patterns, and the hazy yellow lights are sprinkled on the precious oil paintings. You can tell that the owner has good taste at first glance.

"That's a lot of money!" Song Weiwei commented, these paintings cost at least a few million to be photographed at the auction, and they are really not afraid of thieves thinking about them hanging in the corridor like this.

She walked through the corridor and came to the thick and ancient carved door. She hesitated for a moment, but she still rang the doorbell first, and after three rings, she entered the password.

The door opened with a "tick", she held the doorknob and pulled it open, first poked her head inside, the room was brightly lit, but there was no sign of Li Baihan.

She took off her shoes at the entrance, put on disposable slippers and walked in.

The whole living room is based on the concept of "simple Zen". The projector and fireplace in the living room are hidden in the white wall, which is simple and subtle. The entrance creates an entrance courtyard, and the black wooden boards distinguish the surrounding environment.

This place is like a large exhibition room, cold and without any warmth of home. Li Baihan has lived in such a place for many years, no wonder his personality is distorted.

"Mr. Li?"

The space was too large, and her voice echoed in the cold room. She slowly stepped down the steps and came to the sofa in the living room. There was the sound of dripping water in the guest bathroom.

She put her bag on the coffee table and walked slowly towards the guest bathroom.

The door of the guest bathroom was not closed, and she poked her head in. The first thing that caught her eyelids was the wall made of gray retro wall bricks, and there was a drop-shaped washbasin on the black stone platform.

The man's long and slender hands rested on the black stone platform, which made the hands look more porcelain white, and even the blue blood vessels were clearly visible.

He was wrapped in a bathrobe and his chin was dripping water. When he heard the movement at the door, he turned his head and looked over, "Here we come."

Song Weiwei stared at him blankly, the man's hair was wet in front of his forehead, and it stuck to his forehead wetly, soft and fragile in the cold and abstinent.

Song Weiwei's heart was lightly bumped by something, she turned her eyes away and stared at the pot of cactus half a person's height, "What did you ask me to do?"

Li Baihan stared at her for a while, then stood up straight and took a towel beside him to wipe his hands, "I'm hungry, go and cook for me."

Song Weiwei stood still.

Li Baihan raised his eyelids and glanced at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke frivolously, "Why, do you think I asked you here to warm my bed?"

Song Weiwei's lips moved, before she could utter the sarcasm, she listened to him basking lightly, "You think it's beautiful, and you can covet Master's body casually?"

"..."

Song Weiwei turned around and left without saying a word. He was still able to speak quickly, so he must not be uncomfortable at all. Even if her poor sympathy was given to dogs, it shouldn't be used on him!
As the footsteps gradually faded away, Li Baihan lowered his eyelids, and there was a touch of self-loathing between his brows.

Song Weiwei walked into the kitchen. The windows in the kitchen were bright and clean, probably because they had been cleaned all the year round. The pots, pans and pans were basically decorations, and many things hadn't even removed the labels.

She opened several cabinets, and they were empty. She only saw a large bag of white rabbit toffee in the refrigerator, as if she was afraid that it would melt outside.

She sighed, is this a place where people live?

The gods in other people's homes drink dew, so he probably lives on toffee.

She walked out of the kitchen, stood in the corridor and listened to the movement. Li Baihan seemed to have come out of the guest bathroom, but there was no sound from inside. She turned around and went to the entrance to change her shoes and go out.

As soon as she arrived downstairs, her cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a deadly call from the "creditor". She had no choice but to get through, and the other side questioned her head and face, "You dare to leave without I telling you?"

"Boss, you don't even have a cockroach in your house, what should I cook for you?" Song Weiwei rolled her eyes.

"Oh," the voice on the other end weakened, "you go and come back quickly."

Song Weiwei hung up the phone, and after walking for a long time, she realized that her "creditor" seemed to be a little clingy to her, no, no, no, this must be her illusion!

Li Baihan was tormented half his life by the drug resistance reaction. After calling Song Weiwei, he fell asleep leaning against the bedside. After an unknown period of time, he woke up from the stomach cramps.

He stood up holding his stomach, glanced at the time, only an hour had passed, he changed into his pajamas and went out.

As soon as the door was opened, the deserted corridor was filled with the smell of unfamiliar food, and even the atmosphere of the whole room became strange.

He walked into the dining room slowly. There were two steaming dishes on the table. When he turned to one side, he saw a woman in an apron coming out with a mouthful of steaming porridge casserole. work.

"You..." Li Baihan's Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't continue talking.