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

The hall of the club is magnificent and brightly lit.

Entering the door is the reception desk made of marble. Two women in uniforms stepped forward and led them to the VIP room.

Song Weiwei's thoughts were all on Mu Yunxi, so she couldn't care less about looking at the surrounding environment. It wasn't until she and Li Baihan were ushered into the VIP room that she regained her senses.

The huge VIP room is exquisitely and luxuriously decorated, with European aristocratic high-end sofas, gray floor tiles covered with delicate carpets, oil paintings hanging on the walls, and the surroundings are resplendent and magnificent. When one glances over, one's eyes are full of illusions of money.

In addition to the fee for soft clothing, there are dressing rooms and ball racks in the VIP room, and there are spare clothes in the glass cabinet.

She saw Li Baihan open the cupboard and took out a set of casual clothes, only to realize that this VIP room was reserved by him for a long time.

"It's really extravagant!" Song Weiwei couldn't help but comment in a low voice.

As far as that row of golf clubs is concerned, judging from the quality and workmanship, they all know that they must be worth a lot of money, and a golf club is estimated to cost hundreds of thousands.

She counted them, twenty in total.

Gee!

The rich man's world!

Li Baihan took the clothes and walked towards the dressing room. When he heard her whispering, he stopped and looked back at her, "What are you muttering about me?"

The back of Song Weiwei's neck stiffened, and there was a smug smile on her face, "I don't care, go and change quickly, I'll go shopping."

Li Baihan raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then he opened the door of the dressing room and went in to change.

Through the door panel, there was the sound of finely rubbing clothes. Song Weiwei looked up, only to find that the door of the dressing room was translucent, and she even saw the man's naked upper body at a glance.

The tight waist, eight-pack abdominal muscles, and the mermaid line extending down to the waist of the trousers all the time make people think about it.

Her eyes seemed to be scalded by something, and she immediately looked away, but the man's good figure kept circling in her mind.

With Li Baihan's looks and figure, it's no wonder Miaoyiren has been thinking about it for six years and refuses to give up.

In the dressing room, Li Baihan saw her looking away through the translucent glass door, he gave a short laugh, picked up the long-sleeved sweatshirt and put it on.

The air conditioner was turned on in the VIP room, and the temperature was a little high. Song Weiwei pulled on her collar and fanned it, but she still felt a little dry.

She walked to the tea table and poured herself a cup of tea.

The tea was made from the finest West Lake Longjing tea, and the tea soup was bright in color, but she didn't have time to sip it carefully. She drank several cups like a cow chewing peonies, and only then did she relieve the hotness that arose in her heart.

The door of the dressing room opened behind her, and she raised her eyelids to look. The man changed out of his formal clothes, put on a slightly loose sweatshirt and casual pants, and a pair of fashionable sneakers under his feet.

His meticulously groomed hair was slightly disheveled, and the forehead hair hung over his eyebrows and eyes, softening his stern facial features, making him look like a graduate who just came out of college.

Young, handsome and handsome.

Not only was she amazed, even the staff who opened the door and came in were lost for a moment when they saw him.

Li Baihan walked slowly towards Song Weiwei, seeing that half of the tea soup in the teacup she was holding was poured on the trouser leg, he coughed lightly, his brows and eyes were full of teasing, "Why, I'm so handsome, I even fed tea to the trouser leg?"

Song Weiwei hurriedly came back to her senses, and looked down at her trouser legs that were indeed covered with tea soup. She frantically took out a tissue to wipe it off, but her ears were involuntarily stained with a blush.

Beauty misleads people!
No matter how bad this man has done, seeing his face, it seems that it is difficult to associate him with a villainous person.

As long as he was ugly, maybe she wouldn't be so entangled.

Li Baihan watched her leaning over to wipe the water stains on her trouser legs, the neckline was slightly tilted down, revealing pink shoulder straps and delicate collarbone.

Her braids hung down around her neck, and a few strands of black hair got into her collar, which made her fragrant shoulders white and tender, making her extremely alluring.

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, and could feel his scorching gaze wandering over her body.

Being stared at by him all the time, Song Weiwei's heart couldn't stop beating wildly, she didn't know where to put her eyes, and even the movement of wiping the water stains gradually became stiff.

What the hell is he looking at?
timely.

The staff member said, "Mr. Li, Mr. Huo is already waiting on the tram. When will you be there?"

The man's deep and dark eyes narrowed, he looked at the blushing staff standing beside him, and said lightly: "This is the end."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Song Weiwei again, and walked to a row of ball racks. He seemed undecided which club to pick, and looked back at the little woman who had already looked up.

The two looked at each other, and Song Weiwei seemed guilty if she wanted to look away again.

She had no choice but to bite the bullet and look at him.

Li Baihan curled his lips, and casually beckoned at her, "Come here, help me pick a club."

Song Weiwei's trousers were more than half wet, and they felt cool on her legs when she walked around. She stood beside Li Baihan and pointed at a cue casually, "This is it."

Li Baihan curled his lips into a smile, parted his thin lips, and said in her ear like a whisper: "You have good eyesight, and you picked the most expensive one, so let's watch the grand slam come back for you today."

The man picked up the cue and walked out the door in high spirits.

As a caddy, Song Weiwei had no choice but to take the ball bag handed over by the staff and quickly chase after it.

Going out of the VIP room, there is a luxury battery car parked there. Huo Tingshuang sits in the back seat, leaning on the armrest with his upper body, like a lazy beast in dormancy, and the aggression exuding from his body has not diminished by half.

Autumn is very strong, and the artificially planted grasslands are endless.

Song Weiwei looked around, but she didn't see Mu Yunxi, she was a little disappointed.

They haven't seen each other since the third women's prison, and she hasn't thanked her in person, so why did she leave?
Li Baihan walked in front and saw Huo Tingshuang sitting in the back, he said to the staff who came out, "Arrange another battery car."

Song Weiwei was puzzled at first, but she didn't understand Li Baihan's intention until she saw him sitting next to Huo Tingshuang, leaving the front passenger seat.

She couldn't tell what it was like.

Back then, she fell in love with Li Baihan not because he was handsome and rich, but because of his gentlemanly style from England.

Even if he hates someone, he won't embarrass him on the spot.

It is precisely because of the kindness and tenderness he releases from time to time that she mistakenly thinks that he likes her too, and then plunges in desperately.

The battery car drove over quickly, and Song Weiwei got on the car with the handrails.

The autumn wind was blowing, bringing the smell of green grass. Looking at the staff driving the car, she always felt that the back was somewhat familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.