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

Song Weiwei passed him with a pot of porridge, and put the pot on the dining table, she couldn't help complaining, "Your kitchen is so beautifully decorated, how dare it be a decoration?
She turned her head to see him standing stiffly in place, and while holding a spoon for porridge, she urged him to wash his hands, "Why are you standing there, wash your hands and eat."

The coldness and loneliness around Li Baihan seemed to be dispelled by the aroma of the steaming food. He turned and walked into the guest bathroom. After a while, there was the sound of water in the guest bathroom.

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, put a bowl of millet porridge on the table, and the sound of footsteps came, and after a while, she felt an obvious pressure on her side.

She looked up, under the light, the man's face was pale, and his lips were bloodless, even paler and weaker than when he looked in the bathroom just now.

She moved aside subconsciously, "I don't know what you like to eat, I made some millet porridge, you can try it."

Li Baihan glanced at her, pulled out his chair and sat down, eating a bowl of millet porridge, the familiar smell of the food made him stand still for several seconds.

Song Weiwei was leaning on the sideboard next to her, seeing that he hadn't picked up the chopsticks for a long time, she raised her eyebrows, "Don't worry, I didn't poison you."

Li Baihan turned his head to look at her, wondering if it was because of the lights, Song Weiwei saw a suspicious blush at the end of his eyes.

She blinked, and was about to take a closer look, but the man had already turned his head away, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food, "Sit down, and eat with me."

"I only came here after eating." Song Weiwei glanced at the clock on the wall, who hasn't had dinner yet at twelve o'clock?
Li Baihan paused, and squinted at her, "I don't have an appetite to eat alone."

"..."

"Looking for trouble, right?" Song Weiwei had never seen such a man looking for trouble. When she met his stubborn eyes, she had no choice but to lose, "Okay, I'll have supper."

She went to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks, filled half a bowl of porridge for herself, and sat across from Li Baihan, "Boss, what's wrong with you, earning so much money, why can't you hire someone to take care of your daily life?"

A mansion as cold as an ice cellar, a kitchen like a model room that does not fire all the year round, this place is like a large specimen, with a sense of lifelessness oozing from the inside to the outside.

He sealed himself here, like a self-imposed exile.

Li Baihan took a sip of the porridge, the moderately soft millet porridge had a familiar taste, and it was still warm after swallowing, quietly melting the cold stone in his stomach.

He looked up at Song Weiwei, his deep eyes seemed to have warmth, "I like it, do you have an opinion?"

"I don't understand the hobbies of rich people," Song Weiwei squeezed her chopsticks, "Living in a big house, but not even a person who knows what's cold and what's hot, it's really miserable. Well, rich people like you, are you? Aren't they all as lonely and cold as you, thinking that women are vulgar things, and they don't deserve you?"

Li Baihan accidentally finished his porridge, he looked up at her, "Since the porridge you made tonight is quite to my liking, I forgive your offense."

"Ah!"

A sneer rolled in Song Weiwei's throat, she got up and crossed the table, picked up his empty bowl, and added another bowl of millet porridge for him.

When she put down the bowl, her wrist was suddenly grasped by a big cold hand, and the coldness made her shiver all over.

She twitched her hand, but she didn't twitch, and glared at the instigator angrily, "Mr. Li, you just asked me to be a cook, why are you sexually harassing me? Are you so hungry?"

Li Baihan's cold thumb lightly stroked the arteries in her wrists, his movements were gentle and ambiguous, "It's not that I haven't slept before, Secretary Song probably forgot so soon, right?"

There was a "buzz" in Song Weiwei's ear, and her pupils shrank slightly. This bastard was waiting for her here.

"I can not understand what you say."

Li Baihan rested his chin on the other hand, with a leisurely attitude, as if he was teasing a little hamster who was in a panic, "Oh, I don't understand, what is it for?"

Song Weiwei withdrew her hand forcefully, her cheeks were burning hot, "You!"

Li Baihan leaned on the back of the chair, folded his hands in front of his chest, his eyes flicked over the earlobes that were slowly turning red, and there was a faint smile in his eyes, "Mr. Xu from the Dashi Group came to sign the contract the day before yesterday and accidentally mentioned a thing."

Song Weiwei looked at him warily, always feeling that he was digging a hole for her.

"He said that my secretary had hinted to him that I like to drink and never get drunk. If anyone makes me happy, the cooperation will basically be completed."

Song Weiwei's red lips were tightly pursed, Li Baihan knew about it a long time ago, and when she suddenly brought up this matter, there must be a trick. She didn't answer, and Li Baihan didn't care.

"Later, I thought about the situation that night. It turned out that you were the one who wanted to drink me. In that case, I wronged Miaoyiren."

"Why, Mr. Li wants to fight for Miss Miao?" Song Weiwei's clear eyes were full of coldness.

Li Baihan raised his finger and shook her at her, "What's the matter between the two of us, what does it have to do with other people? I just can't figure it out. Secretary Song tried every means to climb onto my bed, how could he turn his face and deny anyone when he put on his trousers?" gone?"

"You!" Song Weiwei blushed with anger.

"What about me?" Li Baihan blinked, his cold handsome face looked innocent.

"Vulgar!" Song Weiwei scolded coldly.

She underestimated how thick-skinned this man was. She was indeed the one who asked someone to drink him that night, and she was indeed planning to climb into bed, but she later regretted it.

"Oh," Li Baihan dragged his tone, "You are only allowed to do what I say, isn't it too domineering?"

"Li Baihan!" Song Weiwei was furious.

"Well, I finally stopped calling me by the boss and the boss." Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly changed the topic, "The food you cook is very suitable for me, and we also get along well in bed..."

"Who is in the film with you?" Song Weiwei was almost shocked by his shamelessness. How dare he say that he was in the same film?
Li Bohan paused, "If you don't match, you can work it out. I'll give you three days to think about it and be my lover!"

Song Weiwei was stunned, she never expected that during a meal, Li Baihan would actually want to turn their simple superior-subordinate relationship into something more than simple nurturing relationship.

Li Baihan saw her sluggish appearance, he finished the porridge slowly, the bait had already been dropped, the fish would take the bait sooner or later.

He figured it out, instead of asking Jiang Huai to investigate Song's sole purpose of approaching him, it's better to keep her under his nose and see her every move, she will show her feet sooner or later.

not to mention……

His eyes fell on the empty porridge bowl, and the fragrance of millet porridge still lingered between his lips and teeth. He tasted the porridge just now.

This bowl of porridge tastes exactly the same as the one he ate every day six years ago. What is the relationship between Song Weiwei and Weiwei?