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

The autumn in Beicheng is full of bleakness, especially at night when the wind blows on the face, it feels as uncomfortable as a knife cut.

Song Weiwei was already lying on the bed, and she was holding a book on jade appreciation, slowly cultivating drowsiness.After receiving the message from Li Baihan, she resignedly picked up the phone.

Before her goal is achieved, she needs to hold her nose and deal with someone.

As she went back and forth on WeChat, she looked at the chat records and suddenly felt that they were flirting like a couple in love. This thought stimulated her.

Later, Li Baihan sent teasing messages to her, but she didn't reply to any of them.

She and Li Baihan can be lovers, but there is no need to fall in love, after all, she is after his seed, not him.

At this time, she was leaning on the tree trunk, wearing a black sweater and a hood on her head. She seemed to be integrated into the night, looking cold and lonely.

Li Baihan stopped at a distance of two steps from her, raised his hand and took off the hood on her head, revealing her soft black hair, "You are so young, why do you always make yourself look like a 50-[-]-year-old nun?" Same?"

Song Weiwei smiled, "There are so many good things to say, why do you choose the worst one?"

Li Baihan withdrew his hand halfway, and suddenly propped it on the tree trunk behind her head, the palm felt rough.

The distance between the two suddenly narrowed infinitely, Li Baihan bent slightly, his face was almost pressed against hers, a clear cedar breath rushed into her nose aggressively, Song Weiwei subconsciously raised her head, but The excessively close distance between the two failed to do what they wanted.

"what are you doing?"

Li Baihan's eyes swept over her cold and alert eyebrows, over the delicate bridge of the nose, and finally landed on those two ruddy lips.

For a moment, he was distracted and wanted to kiss her just like that.

But he didn't.

He raised his hand and stroked her hair lightly, as if to appease a little hamster with frayed fur, and then retreated to a safe distance under her vigilant gaze.

Song Weiwei saw his Adam's apple rolling, as if he was suppressing something, her cheeks burned uncontrollably, and just as she was about to raise her hand to smooth her hair, Li Baihan grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing?"

Li Baihan's gaze flicked over the pearl hairpin on her head, the pearls on it made her jet-black hair lustrous and smooth, and she was as beautiful as he imagined.

He took her by the wrist and led her to the inner court, "Walk with me, huh?"

Song Weiwei turned her head to look at him. Under the street lamp, the man's stern side face softened a lot. She lowered her eyes and saw that he was pulling her wrist. She struggled a bit, but she didn't break away. She simply stopped struggling and stayed with him in the inner court Go round and round.

There is a large artificial lake in the inner courtyard, creating a visual effect of still water flowing deep, which is called wealth gathering in terms of Feng Shui.

Li Baihan held her slender wrist, feeling warm and cool, "How did you think about what I said last night?"

Song Weiwei accompanied him to blow the night wind, the cold wind almost made her face go numb, she said angrily: "President Li, three days are not up yet."

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, "Do you have to give me an answer within the deadline?"

"Not really." Song Weiwei looked at the turbulent lake in front of her and said seriously, "I've thought about it. Being your lover, I'm a little bit cheap."

Li Baihan stopped in his tracks and looked straight into her eyes, "So...you want to fall in love with me?"

Song Weiwei shook her head without thinking, "No, I think it's too long to fall in love with you? Let's just maintain a pure physical relationship."

Li Baihan clicked his tongue softly, "How pure is the physical relationship?"

Song Weiwei raised her chin with a provocative look in her eyes, "For example, if you need to make an appointment, you don't need to pay me, and I don't need to be inferior. If we agree, we will be together. If we disagree, we will still be superior and subordinate."

"Isn't this just..." Li Baihan gritted his teeth, and didn't spit out the last two vulgar words. He sneered, "You have a good idea!"

Song Weiwei nodded, pulled her wrist back from his palm, and stuffed it into the pocket of her sweater, "You understand correctly."

When had Li Baihan been so aggrieved? He stared at her, recalling what Zhou Zheng said before, he narrowed his eyes, "So you ran away after sleeping that night, just to be greedy for me?"

"Yes."

"You're looking for death, aren't you?" Li Baihan's eyes darkened, and the tenderness in his heart disappeared without a trace. He was an imposing young master of the Li family, worth hundreds of billions, and he was actually the target of her dating.

Is it bearable, what is unbearable?

Song Weiwei raised her small face and looked at the man's increasingly stern handsome face, but she didn't feel any fear at all. She blew at him flirtatiously, provocatively, "I'm looking for death, what can you do to me?"

Li Baihan stared at her, with the tip of his tongue on his palate, counting his breathing rhythm, but the provocation in the girl's eyes really stimulated his nerves.

He tried three times, but failed to suppress the boiling anger in his chest. He suddenly reached out and clasped her shoulders with lightning speed, and before she could react, he pushed her back.

Song Weiwei didn't know that he would do this, she stepped on the ground, and with that force, she bumped her back against the street lamp. Before she could cry out in pain, the man's handsome face was within easy reach.

In the next second, he bit her lower lip hard.

"Hiss!" Song Weiwei cried out in pain.

Li Baihan held her lower lip and grinded it with his canine teeth, spraying hot breath on her face, she put her back against the street lamp and dared not move, for fear that some action would irritate him, and he would not just bite her.

Li Baihan bit her hard, and after a while, there was a rust-like smell of blood in his mouth. Song Weiwei was trembling with pain, and couldn't help reaching out to smooth his hair.

"Boss Li, you're a puppy... hiss..." Song Weiwei let out another cry of pain.

This time, Li Baihan let her go quickly. He looked down at the neat rows of teeth marks on her lips, and the anger that was stuck in his chest gradually disappeared.

His fingers gently rubbed her crimson lips, his eyes were burning with eager desire, but he didn't make any movement, "I now understand why you like to bite people."

Song Weiwei's eyes glanced at the Band-Aid on his chin, and she coughed uncomfortably, "Now you bite and bite, shouldn't you be angry?"

Li Baihan flicked her forehead lightly with his fingers, turned around and walked along the lake. He took a few steps, and Song Weiwei consciously followed.

It is said that the king's heart is unpredictable, and Li Baihan's mind is indeed unpredictable.

The two walked around the lake twice in silence, Li Baihan sent her downstairs to the unit and left without mentioning the matter of raising her.

Song Weiwei stood downstairs in the unit, watching him leave, and when his back disappeared from sight, she turned and entered the unit.

In front of the mirrored elevator, she saw an extra hairpin in her hair, she reached out to take it off, and stared blankly at the pearl hairpin.

This is……

When did Li Baihan pin it on her, why didn't she notice it at all?