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

Facts have proved that traumatic stress disorder cannot be restrained by human force. Song Weiwei got into the car, and the scene of falling off the cliff flooded her mind.

She held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the scene in front of her changed. It was no longer a quiet parking lot, but a winding road on Guangyu Mountain.

The winding mountain road that led her into death and into new life.

Li Baihan was sitting in the back seat of the car. His mood was settled all night last night. When he came to the company in the morning, he was not in a bad mood.However, when he saw the pearl hairpin on his desk, his good mood disappeared immediately.

He had never done anything in his life to curry favor with another woman by doing what his sister did, so impulsive and ruffian, but the other party not only didn't appreciate it, but even gave him a "slap in the face".

He admitted that Secretary Song's move hurt his male self-esteem.

Just like last night, she didn't want to be his lover, but only wanted to treat him as a friend with benefits, which deeply stimulated his male self-esteem, and he became angry from embarrassment.

At this time, he tilted his head and looked out the window, holding a breath in his heart, which made him choke on his breath.

The sound of the engine starting can be heard in the ear, and the limousine can be started with one touch. However, at least 5 minutes have passed since Song Weiyi sat in the car.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the rearview mirror, just in time to see Song Weiwei's abnormally pale face and her determination to go all out.

"Wait a minute..." Before he could finish his words, the bang of the accelerator covered his voice, and the black Bentley sped out like a sharp arrow, and the tires rubbed against the ground making a sharp sound.

Seeing that Song Weiwei was about to hit the car in front, she slammed the steering wheel in fright, but it was already too late, the black Bentley brushed past several cars on the opposite side in succession, and drove forward crookedly.

It was the first time Li Baihan saw a player who dared to use the underground parking lot as a race track, especially when the car body brushed against the front of the car. She obviously had no intention of stopping, and the car continued to run forward.

Wherever the black Bentley passed by, it was a scene of appalling sight, and the anti-theft alarm blared at the top of its lungs.

Seeing that she was still stepping on the accelerator, Li Baihan snarled into her ear, "Brake, brake, Song Weiyi, do you want to murder me?"

Song Weiwei regained her senses from the stern shout. She firmly grasped the steering wheel with both hands, as if trying to stop the scurrying Bentley, but her foot was firmly on the accelerator.

Li Baihan was thrown onto the back seat of the car by her swinging the disc. He struggled to sit up. Seeing the Bentley crashing into the pillar, his expression changed drastically, and he sternly shouted: "Song Weiwei, step on the brakes!"

Song Weiwei looked at the pillars getting closer and closer to them, she closed her eyes suddenly, took her uncontrollable foot off the accelerator, and stepped on the brake again.

The piercing sound of brakes echoed in the underground parking lot for a long time, and the black Bentley with excellent performance came to a stop 0.01 centimeters away from the pillar.

Song Weiwei looked at the pillar, gasping for breath, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

There was no blood on her face, and her hands and feet were trembling involuntarily. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was the underground parking lot of Bailaimei Group or the winding road on Guangyu Mountain.

The car door opened and slammed down again. She felt that the door of the cab was pulled open by an external force. The next second, she was lifted from the driver's seat like a chicken.

Before she had time to stand still, the man had already scolded her head and face: "Do you want to kill yourself? You dare to drive fast in the underground parking lot. You don't have that ability to be handsome. Do you know how dangerous it is?"

Song Weiwei's ears were buzzing, but she couldn't hear anything, she only saw the man's angry handsome face, his mouth opened and closed, and the hand on her shoulder was so hard that it seemed to crush her bones.

"It hurts..." Song Weiwei couldn't hear the sound, but she could feel the pain. The pain was like she was lying in a distorted car, hearing her own blood dripping from the wound, and the gasoline in the fuel tank dripping. The dripping, life-threatening intertwined together.

Li Baihan's demeanor has been fed to dogs in his life, and he has never been so embarrassed before. The car hit the pillar just a little bit, and he couldn't get hurt when he sat in the back, but Song Weiyi sat in the front, and she bore the brunt.

"I just let you drive, why are you so dissatisfied that you want to drive your car into a pillar?

With such a temper, who would dare to ask you to be a secretary? "

Li Baihan's lungs were about to explode, and the alarm sounded in his ears one after another. He was terrified in his heart, and was about to reprimand her a few more words when he saw her lips move.

It was too noisy around, he couldn't hear clearly, "What are you talking about, speak louder?"

"It hurts...I hurt..." Song Weiwei felt a pain spreading from her shoulders to her whole body, every part of her body hurt, "I hurt..."

Li Baihan leaned close to her lips, finally heard what she was saying, he hurriedly let go of her, but as soon as he let go, she saw her slumping to the ground limply.

He quickly reached out to wrap his arms around her waist again, the wrists were light and fluttering, she didn't weigh at all, so light that he was shocked, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid!"

Li Baihan hugged her into his arms and patted her on the back lightly.

He suddenly remembered that she had a car accident six years ago and became a vegetable. He was so angry just now that he had forgotten about it. Now it seems that her PTSD sequelae are quite serious.

"Blame me, I shouldn't let you drive, don't be afraid, it's okay." Li Baihan looked at the scene of the terrorist attack spreading out in front of him, the front of the hit car was deflated, the double flashing lights kept flashing, and the alarm sounded endlessly.

He pulled his lips helplessly. His momentary carelessness almost caused an irreparable disaster.

Soon, the company's security personnel rushed over from the elevator. When they heard the movement downstairs, they hurried down to see what happened.

But they saw President Li standing in a mess with Secretary Song in his arms, with an indifferent expression, as if he was stupefied like a warlord.

"President Li, what's going on here?" The security captain looked around, and saw that several cars had been violently damaged, and it would be a lot of money to pay for it.

Li Baihan said: "I was thinking about things while driving. It's okay. We were not injured. You should register all the damaged cars and send them to be repaired. I will reimburse all repair expenses."

The security captain breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Li, if you want to go out in the future, let Assistant Zhou escort you. How dangerous it is. Seems to scare Secretary Song. There must be a psychological shadow, right?"

Li Baihan: "..."

Is he the one with the psychological shadow?

Li Baihan glanced at his secretary who was shaking like a frightened quail in his arms, and said, "Don't publicize this matter today, I will take Secretary Song to the hospital for a checkup first, and ask Zhou Zheng to drive to the main entrance to wait for me."

The security captain hurriedly used the walkie-talkie to notify him. Seeing that Li Baihan easily hugged Secretary Song, he felt something strange that he couldn't explain.