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

Li Baihan's eyes were cold, as if they were covered by a dark cloud, and his tone was unprecedentedly cold, "Zhou Zheng, what can be said and what can't be said, do you want me to teach you?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li, I was wrong." Zhou Zheng quickly confessed.

He is used to talking cheaply, just joking with his buddies, but he can still hold back in front of Li Baihan, why did he get away today, and dare to make false remarks about Song Weiyi, he is simply cowardly!
The atmosphere in the carriage was stagnant, the man exuded an undeniable coercion, the hairs on Zhou Zheng's back stood on end, and he was sweating layer upon layer.

The boss of his family is a noble son of a famous family. He was educated by a British gentleman when he was a child. He behaves like a noble son. How can he tolerate others casually talking in front of him?

Especially Song Wei's identity is weird, and he is not someone he can casually talk to, but he is frivolous.

Li Baihan withdrew his gaze, and the coercion that had spread out was immediately withdrawn. Zhou Zheng was slightly relieved, and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. He concentrated on driving and didn't dare to say more.

Li Baihan picked up the exquisite packaging bag, and took out a dark blue velvet box from it, with an elegant bow tied on the box.

Song Weiwei tied the bow herself, and the way of tying it was different from the usual way. It was Mr. Li who taught her by hand.Li Baihan studied it for a while, then put the box back.

After going back and forth like this several times, he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and removed the bow tie, but he didn't know how important clues he removed by removing it.

The bow was untied, revealing the logo on the box. He frowned. It wasn't a luxury brand, and he had never heard of the name.

He didn't have much expectation for this gift, but when he opened the box, his eyes were full of light.

This is……

He took out the palm-sized sapphire snuff bottle and looked at the carved boy holding a lotus walking on it. The boy was wearing a Song Dynasty robe with exquisite details, as if the hem of the robe was blown by the wind.

The boy has a solemn expression and holds a lotus flower in his hand. The lotus flower carved from sapphire is just about to bloom, and the petals are vivid, as if it will bloom in the wind in the next second.

Zhou Zheng glanced at the rearview mirror, and was also taken aback by the sapphire snuff bottle, "This snuff bottle is so pretty, where did Secretary Song buy it?"

He was by Li Baihan's side, and old man Li also liked jade ornaments and antiques. The small courtyard where he lived had a lot of ornaments, all of which had been collected for hundreds of years, so he developed his aesthetics.

But when he looked at the sapphire snuff bottle, he racked his brains but failed to think of a good adjective. It seemed that all adjectives used on it would look tacky!
"I don't know. Judging from the carving technique, it should be from everyone."

Li Baihan carefully put the snuff bottle back into the box. He grew up with his grandfather and learned to appreciate antiques when he was young, so he knows a lot about sculpture.

He knew very well that the ability to carve such exquisite snuff bottles in Beicheng could be counted on one hand. Could it be that Song Weiyi specially invited all the sculptors?
Li Baihan closed the box again, trying to tie the bow tie back as it was, but the wine red velvet ribbon was hot, and he couldn't tie it properly after fiddling for a long time.

"What kind of bow tie, the old man is not a little girl, tacky!" He pulled the ribbon, threw it on the seat, and stuffed the box back into the bag.

"Mr. Li, it's because you don't know how to be fun. People who receive gifts like the moment of unraveling the bow, and the old man is no exception. You can see that he can tie more bows than professional packers. I just said I glanced at it, and the bow on the box looked familiar to me, as if I'd seen it at the old man's place." Zhou Zheng smacked.

Li Baihan doesn't have a girl complex, so naturally he doesn't pay attention to a small bow, "Drive your car well."

It was inconvenient for Zhou Zheng to say more, so he could only focus on the current road conditions.

The car drove into Li's residence and stopped in front of the fountain pool. Li Baihan opened the door and got out of the car. His eyes swept over the several luxury cars parked there side by side. When he parked one of the luxury cars, he frowned unconsciously.

The Song family was invited to a banquet, and the intention is self-evident.

Zhou Zheng followed and got out of the car, "President Li, shall I come pick you up tomorrow morning?"

Li Baihan raised his eyes to look at the brightly lit villa, his face became more and more serious, and he said lightly: "No, you go and eat something, and wait for me in the car."

Zhou Zheng was surprised, Li Baihan would stay in Li's residence for one night every month for family banquets, why didn't he stay today?

When he saw Miao Yiren standing under the porch at the entrance of the villa, he suddenly understood that this was a debt of love!

Li Baihan walked over with long legs, Miao Yiren stepped down the steps to meet her, with a shy smile, "Brother Han, you are back."

Li Baihan hummed lightly, but he didn't stop for a moment. He was tall and long-legged, and he took two steps to be a Miao Yiren, but within a short while, the distance between the two was opened.

Miao Yiren quickly ran after her with her skirt in her hand, "Brother Han, wait for me."

Li Baihan took a few steps up the steps, and in a blink of an eye, he passed through the porch and entered the main hall. Miao Yi had just chased to the steps, and was a bit embarrassed.

Zhou Zheng leaned against the car door and watched in amazement. He had been watching this scene all these years, but now he couldn't help but think of the scene outside the company when Li Baihan strode towards the flyover and caught Secretary Song.

It's not that Mr. Li is inconsiderate, it's just that he doesn't use this kindness on Miss Miao.

Everyone came back to the Li family's once-a-month family banquet. Mr. Li had three sons and a daughter, plus the juniors, they sat at more than three tables.

Li Baihan is the eldest grandson of the head of the house, as soon as he came in, the other juniors all stood up and called him brother.

Li Baihan nodded lightly, greeted his elders, walked straight to Mr. Li, and handed him the gift in his hand, "I bought it casually when I was shopping, do you like it?"

Mr. Li glanced at him, "There's nothing to be courteous about, tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I can't buy you a gift if I have nothing to do?" Li Baihan was helpless.

While taking out the gift box, Mr. Li glanced at the eldest daughter-in-law who Baba was looking at, "Just buy it for me, didn't you see that your mother's neck is almost stretching like a giraffe?"

Madam Li was embarrassed and aggrieved, "Dad, I'm just curious about what gift he gave you. It's not as stingy as you said."

Old Man Li snorted, opened the box, and was immediately attracted by the snuff bottle in the box. He picked up the snuff bottle with trembling hands, with an excited expression on his face.

The old naughty boy has seen many antiques, he has a sharp eye, and he is an expert in antiques. He naturally knows that this is not an antique, but his carving skills are comparable to those of the masters in Beicheng.

"Where did you get this snuff bottle? Did you spend a lot of money?"

Li Baihan saw how he couldn't put it down, and his expression softened a little, "My secretary bought it casually. I don't know how much it cost. I'll ask you later?"

"Your secretary, that Linda?" Mr. Li knew a lot about the people Li Baihan hired around him.

Li Baihan: "No, a new secretary has been recruited, and her surname is Song."

When Mrs. Li heard him mention it, she remembered the last time she saw a photo of them secretly taken on Miaoyiren's cell phone, and immediately answered, "Is that Secretary Song who looks like Weiwei?"

Li Baihan frowned subconsciously. Although he also felt that Song Weiyi looked like Song Weiwei at first, he always felt offended when he heard his mother say that, but he still nodded, "Yes."

Mr. Li suddenly became interested, "She looks like Weiwei, then you hurry up and ask someone to pick her up, I want to see with my own eyes how much she looks like."