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

Song Weiwei was sweating profusely, and her eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. She raised her eyelids and stared at the man lying beside her.

Probably because of the alcohol, he was breathing heavily and showed no sign of waking up.

She moved a bit, and found that the sense of restraint had disappeared. It should be that he took the quilt away from her body while she was asleep.

She lifted the quilt, got out of bed from the other side, and left the bedroom in the dark.

A dream consumed her energy, and her back was covered with cold sweat. She went to the guest bathroom to wash her face, and leaned against the marble counter in a daze for a while.

Over the years, she has dreamed many versions of what happened that day.

In fact, she couldn't remember what he said that day. She only remembered his stern face full of disgust and impatience, and the divorce agreement that hit her face.

After consummating the house, what responded to her was not a warm hug, but a divorce agreement that made her feel chilly. She will never forget this in her life.

She stood with numb legs, turned around and went to the kitchen, the great sorrow and grief in her dream made her mouth dry.

She poured a glass of boiling water, stood by the window and drank slowly.

The night wind came in, and she shivered for a while, looking at the dark night outside the window, like her never-ending dream.

How could she not hate him?
Song Weiwei didn't go back to the master bedroom, she sat in the living room, and waited for the sky to turn gray before she got up and left.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was gray and the surroundings were very quiet. Occasionally, the sound of a car running over the road could be heard, and the sound of the engine quickly faded away.

Song Weiwei walked out of Century Famous Garden, and she walked along the road to Longji International.

Both sides of the street were empty, and occasionally pedestrians passed by in a hurry. Song Weiwei wore a hood on her head, and she looked suspicious in this gloomy morning.

The middle-aged man in the clothes of a sanitation worker on the side of the road looked at her frequently, as if afraid that she would suddenly pull out a knife from her pocket and ask him to hand over all the money on her body.

The breakfast shop has already opened the door, billowing hot air is wafting out, mixed with the smell of food, making passers-by's index fingers twitch.

Song Weiwei went to the breakfast shop to buy four breakfasts, and turned into the community with them.

The air in the morning was a bit cold, and when she pressed her fingerprints, she realized that her fingers were so cold that she had no choice but to enter the password and open the door to enter.

"came back."

Suddenly a figure sat up on the sofa in the living room and turned to look at her.

Song Weiwei took off her black-rimmed glasses, changed into her slippers and walked in. Looking at Song Yuheng's bloodshot eyes, she said, "Brother, are you still awake?"

"Insomnia, old problem, what did you buy?"

Song Yuheng walked over with slippers on. He was wearing a cream-colored knitted sweater and slacks of the same color underneath. He was incomparably handsome.

"My brother is so handsome, I don't know which little goblin will be cheaper in the future." Song Weiwei sighed playfully.

Until now, the lingering fear of being awakened by the nightmare in the morning seemed to have completely disappeared from her heart, and her cold eyebrows and eyes softened a bit.

Song Yuheng took the breakfast, "Go ask Chenchen to get up and eat, and I'll serve the breakfast."

"Ah."

Song Weiwei walked into the children's room, and the sound of her son's shallow breathing came, and she sat down by the bed.

After she came back last night, because of He Lanzhou's arrival, she didn't have time to talk to Song Chenchen. Before going out today, she had to talk to him no matter what.

She said to the elf on the bedside: "Xiaodu Xiaodu, please open the curtains."

"Got it, Master!"

Before the words were finished, the electric curtains slid to both sides, and the sun shone in.

Song Weiwei leaned over and pinched the little guy's superior nose with her fingers, "Little slob, get up."

Song Chenchen rubbed his head on the pillow, looking very cute, then turned over and pointed his butt towards her.

Song Weiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but obviously hugged him into her arms and changed the place, the little guy opened his eyes, saw her, and called out softly: "Mummy, good morning!"

"Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

Song Chenchen burrowed into her arms, sniffing the familiar scent of milk and a faint smell of cedar, he blurted out, "Mommy, you smell like Dad."

Song Weiwei froze.

Song Chenchen, who is such a sensitive child, immediately realized what he said. He sat up straight all of a sudden, his eyes widened, and all the drowsy bugs ran away in fear.

Song Weiwei saw his face turn pale, and her heart softened a little.

"When did you know?"

Song Chenchen climbed down from her lap, stood obediently, and his mind was running fast, how to answer this question, he was afraid that if he could not answer it, it would hurt her heart.

"me……"

He was so anxious that he was about to cry, but he didn't dare to rush over to play tricks, and stood there biting his lower lip, unwilling to confess to his uncle.

Song Weiwei's face became serious, "Chenchen?"

Song Chenchen couldn't take it anymore, and burst into tears with a "wow".

Song Yuheng heard the child crying outside, he quickly put down the bowl, walked over quickly, knocked on the door and entered.

Seeing Song Chenchen standing on the carpet with bare feet, his toes were about to scratch out a small park on the carpet in a panic, he subconsciously blocked the child behind him, "What's the matter?"

Song Weiwei leaned over and pulled Song Chenchen out from behind him, staring at him for a moment, "Don't cry, talk!"

Song Chenchen pursed his mouth, "I, myself, guessed it..."

In just two sentences, Song Yuheng had guessed the ins and outs of the matter. He put his hands on Song Chenchen's shoulders and said, "I told him."

Song Weiwei frowned and looked at him, "Brother, Chenchen doesn't need to know who he is."

"Song Song, calm down," Song Yuheng held down the child who was rubbing against his legs, "You scared him, and he has the right to know."

Song Weiwei stood up abruptly. She was a head shorter than Song Yuheng, but her momentum remained the same. "I said, don't tell him. Once the matter is over, we will have nothing to do with him."

"Song Song!" Song Yuheng's voice was stern, he bent down slightly, and turned Chenchen's body to face him, "Chenchen, you go out to wash up first, I'll talk to your mother."

Song Chenchen's eyes were red, and there were still tears on his face. He looked at Song Yuheng, then at Mummy, put on his slippers and went out.

Without Song Chenchen, the atmosphere was even more tense.

"I don't understand, why did you tell him, brother, do you still want their father and son to recognize each other?" Song Weiwei's expression was cold, and her tone was even more aggressive.

Song Yuheng tried to comfort her, "Song Song, he is still a child, even though he is precocious, he is still full of longing for his father, we cannot force a child not to miss his father."

"So, you want me to risk him being snatched away by Li Baihan, and let their father and son continue to contact?" Song Weiwei's eyes were sharp, "Brother, you are not helping him, you are harming me!"