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

After Song Weiwei arrived at the office, she took the lunch box into the CEO's office. She caught a glimpse of the dust on the bookshelf beside her, so she went to the bathroom to find a rag.

There are confidential documents in Li Baihan's office, and the cleaners usually don't go in to clean them. Usually, the secretary organizes them on his behalf.

She entered the office with a basin of clear water, but she didn't see Li Baihan in the small living room, she stopped by the bookshelf.There are many professional books on the bookshelves, and there are also many lonely copies from a long time ago.

She moved down one by one, and accidentally scanned a third-year textbook that shouldn't be here. She stamped her fingers, and it took a long time before she picked up the textbook, and her eyes were filled with mist.

When her grandfather passed away, she was less than 18 years old. The vicious aunt wanted to marry her to the village head's stupid son. Li Baihan fell from the sky and brought her back to the Li family.

Mr. Li was grateful for his grandfather's life-saving grace during the war, and always treated her like his own granddaughter. Even so, she still had no sense of belonging in the Song family.

Later, Mr. Li saw through her thoughts and asked Li Baihan to marry her.

At that time, she was worried, so she found an opportunity to run up to Li Baihan. The man in his early twenties was between a teenager and a young man, with flirtatious eyes. She looked up at the god-like man in front of her, and said cautiously: "For example, if you don't want to, I, I will go and talk to Grandpa Li."

"There's nothing you don't want," the man said in a deep voice, "Marriage is a major event, the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker."

He wasn't unwilling, she was really elated, but those twelve cold words still made her feel uneasy. He was willing to marry her not because he also liked her, but because of the order of his parents and the words of the matchmaker!

Song Weiwei frowned, and struggled out of her memories. She opened the textbook and wrote a string of delicate handwriting on the blank pages.

"Song Weiwei likes Li Baihan, very much, very much..."

The book in her hand was suddenly taken away, Song Weiwei subconsciously stretched out her hand to chase after it, and when she saw Li Baihan who walked up to her scarf at some time, she retracted her hand without a trace.

Li Baihan's side face was stern, and he seemed to glance at her, but he didn't seem to look at her at all. He stared at the confession on the page, and said in a cold voice, "This is Weiwei's book, don't touch it!"

Song Weiwei's fingers hanging by her side curled up, she turned her head to look at him, he was standing against the light, his profile was cold and dignified.

He looked down at the textbook in his hand, and caressed those words with his fingers affectionately. Only then did Song Weiwei realize that the edges of those words were so fuzzy.

Why does he look a little sad?

No, how could he be sad?

When she died, he was freed, and he no longer had to wrong himself and her.

She looked away and said calmly: "I tidy up the bookshelf, I didn't touch it on purpose."

Li Baihan closed the book, his eyes were filled with nostalgia, he glanced at the water basin on the ground, "Why are you here to clean the bookshelf, clean it?"

"There are too many confidential documents in your office, so it's inconvenient for the cleaning to come in. We only let the cleaning come in every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to clean the floor." Song Weiwei bent down and twisted the rag.

Li Baihan's eyes then fell on her.

She was wearing a tailored professional attire, and she bent down like this, revealing a fair waistline. The skin on her body and face were two different shades, dazzlingly white.

Li Baihan's gaze sank, he suddenly looked away, and his breathing became heavy.He walked behind the desk with the book, his chest felt faintly hot, and after a while, his eyes fell back on Song Weiwei uncontrollably.

She moved down the documents in an orderly manner, wiped off the ash on the bookshelf with a rag, and when she raised her hand, she revealed her soft and white waist again.

A tight grip on the flexible waist, imperceptibly teasing him to stretch out his hand to measure it.

He closed his eyes, waved away the yellow waste in his mind, and when he opened them again, there was no movement in his eyes, "I'm going back to Li's house in the afternoon, you go to the mall and help me choose a gift for the old man."

Song Weiwei paused, and looked at the man sitting on the swivel chair through the gap between the bookshelves, "Do you have any requests?"

"You can buy it as you see it, as long as it suits the old man." Li Baihan locked the textbook in the drawer, as if he wanted to seal this memory away.

Song Weiwei was startled.

When she was still living in Li's house, Grandpa Li liked her very much. He was very happy when she copied a picture or made a handicraft for him.

The old man did not have the majesty of a noble family at all, he was as amiable as the grandfather next door, probably because he never put on the airs of the elders, and brought Li Baihan up with one hand, so Li Baihan almost obeyed him.

Even if Grandpa Li asked him to marry her, he never said a word of no.

In the afternoon, Song Weiwei went to the mall to buy gifts for the old man.

She seriously recalled the hobbies of the old man. Speaking of which, the famous family has nothing to lack. Rare treasures, delicacies from mountains and seas are common to them, and what they want to receive is the love of their children and grandchildren.

Today is not a holiday, nor is it the old man's birthday. Li Baihan's attitude is so casual, he should just want to make the old man happy.

She walked around the mall, and finally stopped in front of the jade counter. She remembered that Mr. Li liked to collect jade antiques, and she fell in love with a piece of sapphire.

Sapphire is the best of jade, and it is expensive, especially the carved sapphire ornaments, which are even more valuable, but what she is looking at is a piece of sapphire, which has not been polished in any way.

"I want this rough sapphire, can I carve it here?"

"It can be carved, but the master in our store has gone to study and will not come back in three days. If you are in a hurry, it is better to buy finished products. We have a lot of finished sapphire carvings here." The clerk introduced.

Song Weiwei shook her head, "No, I can carve, I can do it myself."

We haven't seen each other for six years. She must have made Grandpa Li very sad when she fell off the cliff. She couldn't visit him directly. She just wanted to carve a gift with her own hands and give it to him through Li Baihan's hands. It was a token of the three years' love between grandparents and grandchildren.

The clerk thought she was joking at first, until she swiped her card, sat down at the work table, and started drawing on paper.

When she was a child, she liked drawing very much. At that time, her grandfather took her as an orphan, and there was no condition for her to learn painting. She had to go to the waste station to buy one or two painting books that no one else wanted, and let her take charcoal sticks in the house. Touching on the ground.

Later, she painted on the walls, and the walls of the rural houses were bare, while the walls of their home were all painted by her.

Soon, a picture of a boy holding a lotus walking appeared on the paper, the facial expression was so subtle that the eyebrows were shaped like ears, and the clerk was amazed, "Customer, your painting is really good, this boy holding a lotus walking seems to be walking off the paper Same."

However, what surprised her even more was yet to come.

The machine on the workbench started to turn, and Song Weiwei began to concentrate on carving the boy. Time passed by, and people came and went in the mall, and no one noticed this small corner.

The clerk came back after entertaining several waves of customers, and saw Song Weiwei carved a piece of sapphire rough into an exquisite snuff bottle, and on the snuff bottle was the boy holding a lotus walking.

She was still working on the details, when the mobile phone that was placed aside rang, and the clerk stood by and glanced at the lit screen of the mobile phone, "It's a call from Mr. Li."

The carving knife in Song Weiwei's hand trembled, the sharp tip of the knife cut across her finger, and a drop of bright red blood was dripping onto the lotus in the boy's hand.

She heard the clerk exclaim, "Ah, the blood is soaked in the jade, what a pity."