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

It was already two o'clock in the evening when Song Weiwei came home. She was a little dazed with her emotional ups and downs throughout the day. She stood in the porch for a while before remembering to change her shoes and go in.

Song Yuheng heard the movement outside, put on his clothes and came out, "Song Song, are you back?"

"Brother, you haven't slept yet?" Song Weiwei walked to the sofa and sat down, rubbing her temples wearily, Li Baihan's words "be my lover" still ringing in her ears.

Song Yuheng walked over, patted her thigh, and motioned her to sleep on it, "I'll give you a massage, it's so late, I thought you wouldn't come back."

Song Weiwei rested on his lap, and the man's soft fingertips landed on her temples, pressing gently with moderate strength, which relieved her tense nerves.

"Where can I go if I don't come back? Brother, you are so considerate, my sister-in-law will be blessed in the future."

Song Yuheng tapped the tip of her nose, with a strong smile in her voice, "I'm afraid your sister-in-law is still in kindergarten."

"Brother, it's fine if you fool your father, but why do you fool your sister too? I heard from my second brother that when you were in school, you had someone you liked. You..."

"It's over." Song Yuheng interrupted her, her voice was a little more stern, Song Weiwei opened her eyes and looked at him, from her angle, she could only see his resolute chin.

Most of the time, Song Yuheng is as gentle as jade, and rarely shows a prickly side. He must have loved his first love so much that he is unwilling to even mention it.

The air fell into an unspeakable silence, Song Weiwei was pressed into a drowsiness by him, and when she was about to fall asleep, she heard Song Yuheng whisper: "Song Song, don't give your heart to others easily, whoever gives your heart first, will Be the one to be controlled."

*
It was dark and dawned early in Beicheng. The sun shone in through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the bed, playfully kissing the face of the sleeping beauty on the bed.

The woman was so disturbed that she buried her face deep in the pillow.

There were two "buzzing" sounds, and the mobile phone text message alert sounded.

After a long time, a white arm stretched out from under the quilt, and she groped around the pillow for a long time before finally reaching for Zhang Yukuan's cell phone.

When the screen was turned on, she squinted her eyes slightly due to the strong light, and when she saw the content of the message clearly, she angrily stuffed her phone under the pillow, so that she couldn't see it.

"Li Baihan is crazy." After a long time, a woman's gnashing of teeth came from under the pillow.

Li Baihan is not crazy, he was warmed by a pot of millet porridge last night, woke up in the morning and had an overseas video conference, and after sending text messages to Song Weiyi, he changed into his gym clothes and went to the gym to vent his excess energy.

He was wearing a bluetooth headset with a soft tone of Qin opera in it, babbling very lingeringly, standing on the treadmill, walking from fast to fast.

The sun shone in from the 360-degree panoramic French windows, and his stern side face was covered with a thin layer of sweat. The sweat condensed into beads and slid all the way down from his sexy Adam's apple, soaking in the gap between the chest muscles under his neck. There was a burst of hormonal breath exuding from his whole body.

The phone lit up, and a call came in. He glanced at the caller ID, turned down the speed, and connected the call, "Grandpa?"

"Bo Han, are you free tonight?" Mr. Li's voice sounded kind and amiable.

"Ah."

"Family dinner tonight, come back. Grandpa hasn't seen you for a long time. Are you running, and your voice is so panting?" Old Man Li asked.

Li Baihan checked the time on the treadmill, he pressed pause, picked up the gray towel beside him and wiped the sweat off his face and neck, "I'll go back at night."

"Then keep running. Young people need to move to be energetic. Seeing that you are more dull than an old man like me now, I am really worried that if you go out, others will say that you are older than me." Old Man Li joked.

Li Baihan laughed twice, "Grandpa, you are always strong and strong, and no young people can compare to you."

"It's just your sweet talk. If you use this lip service on women, my great-grandson will run all over the place. Bo Han, girl Song Fubo, she has been away for six years, and you should start again." Mr. Li spoke earnestly.

The smile on Li Baihan's lips gradually disappeared, and he stared darkly at the sun half-hanging in the sky outside the window. The sun was dazzling, and after a while, his eyes were all white, "Grandpa, I know."

*
Song Yuheng came out of the children's room and smelled the familiar smell of food. While putting on his tie, he walked towards the kitchen. When he passed the dining room, he saw that the dining table was already full of breakfast.

"Song Song, what day is it today, you make so much breakfast?" Song Yuheng walked into the kitchen, there were several lunch boxes on the counter, "Who is this for?"

"Ancestor." Song Weiwei said angrily.

Li Baihan sent over a dozen WeChat messages early in the morning, all of which were menus, and let her take care of breakfast and lunch. She was very suspicious. He said last night that he asked her to be his lover, but he actually wanted to find an old lady!
Hearing the sound of her grinding her teeth, Song Yuheng couldn't help laughing and said, "Who is so capable that you are so angry that you have to prepare breakfast for him?"

Song Weiwei glanced back at him, sighed heavily, and continued to put food into the lunch box.

Bringing meals should only be done by elementary school students. I didn't expect that she would bring meals for the boss after living for 26 years, and she ordered so many dishes. If he dared not finish eating, she would make him look good!
Song Yuheng understood it, and suddenly felt a little sad, "The girl is not allowed to stay. I have never eaten the love bento made by you. Some heartless person can eat it."

Song Weiwei was ashamed, "Brother!"

"Hey!" Song Yuheng sighed, turned around lonely, and was stopped by Song Weiwei, she gave him one of the blue lunch boxes, "Here, here it is for you, I treat everyone equally, Chenchen also has it."

Song Yuheng took it and found that there was really a heart on it, which was different from other ordinary lunch boxes. He was immediately elated, "Brother didn't love you for nothing."

Song Weiwei pushed him out of the kitchen helplessly, "Go wash your hands and eat, the food is getting cold."

*
When Li Baihan arrived at the office, there was a sky blue canvas bag on his desk. The bag was very big. He opened the knot on the top and saw several light gray lunch boxes inside. his stomach.

He glanced outside, the secretary's office was empty, and Song Weiyi didn't know where he had gone.

He carried the canvas bag and walked to the small living room in the corner of the office. This place is usually used for drinking afternoon tea. The sunlight came in, laying a light golden halo on the floor tiles.

He took out the lunch box marked breakfast, soft millet porridge and a few side dishes, his Adam's apple slipped, and he couldn't wait to take out the tableware to taste.

Just like the taste he tasted last night, he was deeply nostalgic.

Ever since Song Weiwei fell off a cliff in a car accident, he had never tasted such a smell. Occasionally on the way home, when he passed the apartment building, he would smell a familiar smell of food.

This meal box of porridge filled his stomach, and seemed to fill his empty heart, "Song Weiyi, you really surprised me!"