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

During those days, not only did she live in anxiety, she also made Song Chenchen live in anxiety. Later, Song Yuheng enlightened her, telling her not to treat Chenchen as a patient, that would scare him.

Only then did she realize that because of her overprotection, Chenchen lost her former liveliness and smile.

She had to force herself to let go and try not to interfere with what he wanted to do.

The smile gradually returned to Chenchen's face. Although he was injured once in a while, it still made her terrified, but she was able to let him go and let him move freely in the safe area.

After she finished her breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, she saw Song Chenchen's tiger backpack on the sofa.

She walked over and planned to put him back in the children's room, but a picture book fell out of her bag. She picked it up and saw that it was a family of three drawn by Song Chenchen.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that the young father in the picture book was a bit like Li Baihan.

The singing in the children's room stopped, she put the picture book back into her backpack, carried the backpack into the children's room, and saw Chenchen coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a small bathrobe.

The wound on his knee has healed, new skin has grown, and the edge of the wound has been soaked in hot water and turned a little white.

Looking at the scar, she felt a slight pain in her heart. She walked over, took the towel and wiped the water from his hair. The little guy stood still obediently.

"Mommy, I want to eat toffee, the kind from last time."

Today he saw the toffee in the sugar bowl at Li Baihan's house, it was the same as the one he used to eat, it turned out that Dad also liked to eat toffee.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you when I get back from get off work."

After drying his hair, Song Weiwei picked out a small British-style vest for him to match with a shirt and trousers. If he was going out, he could just wear a small suit.

"You change your clothes first, and I'll get you some scar-removing medicine." Song Weiwei packed up the dirty clothes she had changed, and took out the clothes. Apart from the smell of sweat, there was also a vague cedar smell.

She brought the clothes to her nose and sniffed, but she couldn't smell it again.

She still finds it funny, why is she always suspicious today?
She carried the clothes to the living balcony, put the dirty clothes in the washing machine to wash, then went back to the living room to get the medicine, and returned to the children's room.

She squeezed the ointment on her fingertips, gently applied it on the scar that had grown pink and tender new flesh, and finally blew on the scar.

Song Chenchen hugged her head timidly, giggling happily, "Mum, I don't feel any pain anymore, really, you don't have any pain either."

Song Weiwei's eyes were moist for a moment, she blinked and said in a muffled voice, "Okay, I don't feel any pain anymore."

After applying the medicine for Chenchen, it was almost nine o'clock. Song Weiwei went back to her room and changed into a tracksuit. She tied her hair up and braided it through the back of the baseball cap. She was very energetic and playful.

She took a pair of black-rimmed glasses and put them on, her cheeks were set off to the size of a palm. She took a look in the mirror before picking up her phone and walking out of the bedroom.

Song Chenchen was sitting on the balcony drawing. He was very talented in painting, and the composition was very grand. Song Weiwei went over to look at the lines he drew, and told him not to open the door to strangers. Then she put on her sneakers and went out.

As soon as she arrived outside the community, a black Maybach stopped in front of her, the window was slowly lowered, and the man's stern face appeared in front of her eyes.

"You're on time."

"Each each other."

Song Weiwei stood by the car door, and the driver was Zhou Zheng. She was hesitating whether to sit in the co-pilot or the back seat. She was a secretary, so she should sit in the co-pilot seat.

only……

Li Baihan seemed to see what she was struggling with, he moved to the left, "Sit in the back and come, I still have something to tell you."

Song Weiwei sat in the back seat graciously, she greeted Zhou Zheng, who nodded to her, and merged the car into the traffic flow.

Li Baihan looked at her with appraising eyes.

The black baseball cap covered the smooth forehead, and the thick black-rimmed glasses blocked the beautiful eyes, only revealing the palm-sized cheeks and pointed chin.

With her attire, no one would take a second look at her when she walked into the crowd, because it was too ordinary.

But he knew.

She just looks ordinary.

She seemed to be dressing herself so ordinary on purpose, not wanting to attract attention.

"Today is the third day, has Secretary Song thought about it?" Li Baihan asked suddenly.

Song Weiwei glanced at Zhou Zheng who was driving ahead, and then set her eyes on Li Baihan, "Mr. Li, I thought I made it clear yesterday."

She is not his lover.

What's more, he was still making out with Miao Yiren in the office last night, and came to tease her when he turned around, did he think it was appropriate?

Li Baihan raised his hand and pressed a button, and the partition board slowly rose up, blocking the front line of sight. He leaned over to Song Weiwei's ear, and said with a low smile, "Are you so greedy for my body?"

He was too close, and his breath sprayed into her cochlea, which was so hot that her heart trembled.

The compartment is full of the hormonal smell emanating from the man, mixed with the smell of cedar, full of aggressiveness.

Her fingers resting on her side curled up, her cheeks couldn't help feeling hot, she looked at Li Baihan provocatively, and said, "Couldn't it be Mr. Li?"

Li Baihan laughed twice, "No!"

Although he felt that the night was fun and ecstasy, the sex in bed was far less attractive than Song Weiyi.

After all, she is the adopted daughter of the Song family in Jiangcheng. It is said that the Song family loves her very much. If that is the case, why can't she think of Bailaimei Group as his personal secretary?
She didn't ask him to be responsible for being slept by him, but instead gave him a sky-high hush fee to keep her secret.

This confuses him so much!

Song Weiwei stared at him with an embarrassing and angry expression, "Could it be that I misunderstood, what President Li wants is not a lover, but a servant?"

Li Baihan watched her ears slowly turn red, knowing that she was more annoyed than embarrassed, this girl surprised him in every way.

Ordinary people either feel humiliated by this, or agree to it.

And she didn't feel humiliated, and she was unwilling to agree. Instead, she refused to give in between her lover and her friends with benefits. The brain circuit was really strange.

"How to say?"

Song Weiwei looked away, turned her head to look out the window, and remembered the scene in the dim light last night. She didn't feel uncomfortable at the time, but now the more she thinks about it, the more uncomfortable she feels.

"President Li wants a lover. As long as you hook your fingers, a woman who is willing to warm your bed can circle the world. Why bother with an ordinary woman like me."

Li Bohan declined to comment.

Song Weiwei went on to say: "So I think you just lack a satisfactory servant who can cook for you and clean up for you."

Li Baihan curled his lips, "Can't I be short of lovers and servants?"

Song Weiwei snorted coldly, "Boss Li, I don't want to serve you during the day, but I have to serve you at night. It's either a friend with benefits or a secretary. Choose one."

"You really don't suffer at all!" Li Baihan sighed, it was the first time in his life that he wanted to take care of someone, but he suffered from Waterloo, who would believe it?