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

Song Weiwei stepped out of the elevator, walked through the extravagant art gallery, and came to the thick and dark copper door. She stared at the combination fingerprint lock.

After a while, she rang the doorbell.

A tall man was lying on the sofa in the living room. He raised one hand to press his eyes, and stepped on the ground with one leg bent.

Hearing the doorbell, he moved impatiently. He only felt that the bell was disturbing, and his brows were furrowed.

Who is so ignorant and keeps ringing the doorbell?

He lay dead for a long time, but the doorbell still rang persistently. He was so noisy that he forced himself to sit up, and walked towards the door with the smell of alcohol all over his body.

Song Weiwei rang the doorbell desperately, ding dong ding dong with resentment to wake up the dead.

Li Baihan drank too much wine and stumbled to the door. He took a long time to open the door. Through his blurred and drunken eyes, he saw the woman standing outside the door.

She was a head shorter than him, wearing a cold black hoodie and sweatpants of the same color.

Alcohol made his legs weak, and he leaned against the door frame, his usually stern face was stained with a tinge of red, which made him look a lot softer.

"You came."

Song Weiwei stared at his drunken appearance, the strong hatred in her eyes couldn't be hidden for a moment, if she had a knife in her hand at this moment, she might stab his heart desperately.

She wanted him to taste what heartache felt like!
Li Baihan's five senses became dull after drinking, but he still vaguely felt that his secretary was staring at him unkindly, as if there was hatred in it.

hatred?
His mind was completely muddled with alcohol, he took a step forward and held her shoulder, as if he wanted to see her eyes clearly at this moment, "Are you, are you hating me?"

Song Weiwei raised her face, relying on his drunkenness, the hatred in her eyes did not disappear at all, but became more intense.

It's him!

It's this guy!

Let her and Chenchen suffer from illness.

But how innocent he is.

He doesn't even know why she hates him.

For a second, she wanted to vent all the resentment in her heart desperately, but after venting, would she be able to bear the consequences of the impulse?
No.

At least not now.

Song Weiwei lowered her eyelashes, forcing back the hatred in her eyes, and lazily curled her lower lip, "No, you read it wrong, go in."

Li Baihan looked down at her, he always felt that he missed something, but he didn't know what he missed.

He was supported by Song Weiwei to enter the door. The heavy copper door made a dull sound behind them, and the light in the entrance was turned on.

When Song Weiwei helped him pass the living room, she reached out and patted on the lamp in the living room. The light was so loud that it illuminated all the dark places so that there was nowhere to hide.

When Song Weiwei came here again, she still felt that this place was not like a home, but rather like a model room. Except for a little wrinkle on the sofa, it hardly looked like a place to live.

She frowned, and helped Li Baihan to sit on the sofa.

Her heart was ups and downs, seeing him now, she couldn't control the hatred in her eyes, she simply ignored him, turned around and went to the kitchen to make hangover soup.

The kitchen was still the same as when she left last time, but there were more fresh vegetables and meat in the refrigerator.

She took out the ingredients, and with a wrong eye, she saw Li Baihan leaning against the kitchen door at some point, looking at her with drunken eyes.

She put on her apron, without looking at him, and began to wash the ingredients and put them in the pot to cook.

There are many types of hangover soup, she chose the simplest one, watching the white smoke billowing in the pot, her mood gradually calmed down.

There was a shining kitchen knife in her hand, she knew how sharp the blade was, but she didn't want to stab him anymore.

Li Baihan didn't know that he had escaped death, so he just looked at her like that, amidst the billowing white smoke, for a moment, he felt in a daze that the person standing there was Song Weiwei.

"Vivi..."

Song Weiwei slammed the hand holding the spoon, and just turned a deaf ear.

But she knew that Li Baihan never left, just stood there quietly, looking at her with those drunken eyes.

Soon, the hangover soup came out of the pot, and the fragrant smell wafted out in this corner, taking away the desertedness in the room.She filled a bowl and took it out.

Like a large canine, Li Baihan obediently followed her into the restaurant, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Song Weiwei put the bowl in front of him, and stood one meter away from him with her arms folded, watching him drink the soup with his head down.

The drunk man behaved like a child, he didn't quarrel, he drank as much soup as she put it in, and handed her the soup bowl after drinking, "More."

Song Weiwei lowered her head, and the two looked at each other.

The man's dark eyes were so pure that there was no impurity. Looking at such eyes, it was really hard for her to believe that he would be Miao Yiren's accomplice.

She was stunned for a moment, and when he said again, she took the bowl, turned around and went to the kitchen to fill another bowl of soup for him.

Li Baihan finished the second bowl of hangover soup contentedly, then handed the soup bowl to her, and said the same two words as before, "More."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Is he a big eater?

She lowered her eyes to glance at his stomach, and the shirt that the man usually tucked in meticulously had been pulled out, and even after drinking two bowls of hangover soup, his stomach still didn't bulge.

For a man of his age with a pot belly at every turn, his firm abs are simply a blessing.

She took the bowl away, "It's gone, go take a shower."

She said something casually, but she didn't want him to really listen to it, so she got up and went to the bathroom.

She watched his back disappear at the door of the bathroom. She stood there for a long time before turning around and going to the kitchen to clean up the dishes.

When she came out of the kitchen, there was the sound of dripping water in the bathroom. She reached into her pocket, grabbed the small medicine bottle and held it in her palm.

After a while, she walked into the kitchen with a lonely expression, poured a glass of water, and swallowed the pills with the water.She stood in the kitchen for a long time, and she didn't leave the kitchen until she felt the numbness in her legs.

The sound of water in the bathroom had stopped.

The huge house was empty, without any trace of popularity.

The sound of her footsteps on the floor echoed empty, as if she was the only one left in the world.

She stood still outside the door of the master bedroom, and there were still watermarks on the slippers on the floor, indicating that Li Baihan had already returned to the master bedroom after taking a shower.

She just needs to open the door and walk in, then hug him and give him a little hint, and tonight will definitely achieve her goal.

However, she had been staring at the bedroom door for at least 10 minutes, and still couldn't muster up the courage to press the doorknob.

She despises herself at the moment.

She obviously hated him so much, hated him so much, but she still forced herself to lie under him, expressing her joy.In order to hit a sure hit, she even hooked him...

The door suddenly opened in front of her, and a hand with sharp bones stretched out from the darkness, grabbed her wrist and dragged her in.