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

Li Baihan wanted her to be his lover, not because he wanted to sleep with her, but because he wanted to put her under his nose and see how many surprises she could bring him.

But Song Weiwei misunderstood, thinking that he wanted to sleep with her, and it happened that her purpose was the same, but she lacked a sex buddy, not a master who had to obey everything.

With money transactions, she would be inferior to him no matter what.

Li Baihan had never been rejected again and again, and he didn't feel ashamed at this moment, but just felt very fresh, "Why?"

Song Weiwei leaned slightly, knowing that no one around would hear their conversation, she kept her voice low and provocative, "Mr. Li, why don't you tell me how much you are worth, so I can keep you? "

Li Bai smiled coldly, and replied with the same voice: "Secretary Song, you may be thinking too much."

"Really? Since we can't reach a consensus, I can only regretfully tell President Li, sorry, and I won't compromise." After speaking, she stood up straight, patted her sleeves, and planned to leave.

Li Baihan quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, "Where are you going, I haven't eaten yet."

Song Weiwei remembered that Li Baihan asked her to accompany him to dinner before the car crash, and it was hard for him to forget after making such a long circle, she shrugged, "Then let's go."

Li Baihan gritted his teeth, the girl's indifferent appearance really didn't matter, he let go of her wrist, turned around and walked down the steps.

Song Weiwei sighed and followed quickly.

During lunch time, there were many pedestrians on the road, and the direction Li Baihan was going to was obviously the place where he invited her to dinner last time. He and Miao Yiren really had similar tastes.

Crossing the street and walking into the alley, you can only hear the footsteps of the two people's shoes on the ground.

Li Baihan was copying his trouser pocket with one hand, occasionally glanced at the woman who was half a step behind him, and said, "Grandpa likes the gift you bought yesterday, where did you buy it?"

"A little-known shop." Song Weiwei said.

Li Baihan looked at her sideways, wondering if it was because of the dim light in the alley, her eyes were filled with smoke and mist, and she couldn't see clearly, "The carving skills of the sapphire snuff bottle are not as good as that of an unknown person. , you didn’t invite Da Neng specifically, did you?”

Song Weiwei took out an invoice from the pocket of her trousers and handed it to him, "Here, for the account, which sculpture can only be worth 25?"

Li Baihan took the invoice and looked at the price on it suspiciously. It was indeed 25. "I didn't expect Beicheng to hide dragons and crouching tigers. Grandpa likes his carving skills very much."

Song Weiwei was sweet in her heart, as long as Grandpa Li liked it, she tied the bow tie not to recognize Grandpa Li, but to ease the old man's heart.

Back then when she was in Li's family, thanks to his care and love, she spent three years of carefree life.

Now, she can only repay his kindness with a little gadget.

"As long as your grandpa likes it, you don't need to report this account. Just treat it as my compensation for the maintenance costs of those cars. If there is less, you can tell me when the time comes, and I will make it up." Song Weiwei said.

Li Baihan laughed, "Secretary Song, you have been working in the company for less than a month, plus a huge amount of hush money, which has already cost 125 million, which is equivalent to your salary for a year. I am really curious why you come to work in Bailaimei ?”

"For you." Song Weiwei hit a straight ball and Li Baihan was speechless.

He stopped in his tracks, looked at her quietly for a while with downcast eyes, and then said, "For me?"

Song Weiwei looked back calmly, "Well, for you."

Li Baihan curled his lips, and the smile in Taohua's eyes deepened, "Really, but why do I think you have other plans, Secretary Song, why don't you explain it well, and clear up my doubts about you?"

Song Weiwei faced the man's meaningful gaze, but she still looked back calmly, "Then Li always thinks I'm plotting for you?"

This is also where Li Baihan was puzzled, he leaned over slightly, his thin lips were almost pressed against her ear, his tone was half ambiguous and half gentle, "Don't worry, one day I will grab your fox by the tail .”

The hot air blew past her ears, Song Weiwei's scalp exploded, and she subconsciously took a step back.

Li Baihan stood up straight, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and continued to walk deep into the alley like a stroll in the courtyard.

Song Weiwei rubbed the tips of her ears that were numb from his teasing, and followed slowly.

It was already past the meal time, and there were very few customers in the private restaurant. Instead of going to the private room, they chose a seat by the window in the lobby.

Looking out from here, you can see the blue water of Houhai, and the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus blows in from the open window, which is very autumnal.

Li Baihan ordered a few dishes and handed the menu to Song Weiwei, "What do you want to eat?"

Song Weiwei looked away and glanced at him, "I've eaten."

"Then you can order two more dishes for me." Li Baihan said.

"You have ordered several, Mr. Li, although you are rich, you still have to respond to the country's call and stick to the CD-ROM operation."

Li Baihan couldn't help laughing, and handed the menu back to the waiter. He stared at her, "Sometimes I'm curious, why are there so many fallacies in your head?"

Song Weiwei picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, the scent of jasmine pervaded her lips and teeth, "You're making it seem like I'm making trouble for no reason. I go to the cafeteria to eat every day, and the slogan on the wall is CD Action. I can't just turn a blind eye, right?"

"That's right," Li Baihan leaned back on the chair, he took a sip of his tea, and suddenly changed the topic, "Is it really alright if you don't go to the hospital?"

"Why, President Li is still worried about me?"

Li Baihan looked at her, remembering the last time he asked her to pick him up from the clubhouse, she hailed a taxi, and later she sat in the passenger seat, her reaction was obviously traumatic stress disorder.

"You should go to counseling."

Song Weiwei's face gradually turned cold, "President Li thinks I have a mental illness?"

"You can't drive a car, and you can't sit in the passenger seat. The car accident six years ago gave you traumatic stress disorder. If you don't receive psychological counseling, it will continue to worsen. What if one day you can't even sit in the car? manage?"

Song Weiwei looked indifferent, "Thank you, President Li, for your kindness. I don't have any mental illness, nor do I suffer from traumatic stress disorder."

"you……"

"I'm going to the bathroom." Song Weiwei didn't give him a chance to finish speaking, got up and left the booth, and walked towards the bathroom.

Li Baihan squinted at her back, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart, as if no matter what he did, he would always be blocked by her.

During this period of time, their seemingly harmonious relationship was actually only a superficial understanding.

If it were someone else, he might have been bored long ago, but he couldn't let go of Song Weiyi. He wanted to know her better and get closer to her.