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

There was a brief silence in the children's room. Song Yuheng looked at Song Weiwei who was in a sharp mood, even a little hysterical. He tried to come forward and give her a hug.

Song Weiwei took a step to the side.

Song Yuheng's eyes dimmed. He lowered his hands and said helplessly, "Song Song, do you still remember what Dr. Lin said? The most important reason we promised you to come to Beicheng is to let you let go of the past."

In Jiangcheng, she often woke up at night with a start, and then suffered from insomnia all night.

Song Weiwei raised her hand and caressed her forehead. Because of insomnia for half a night, her temples were throbbing. She refused to communicate, "Brother, I want to be quiet."

Losing temper with relatives, hurting relatives, even she herself hates herself.

Song Yuheng opened her mouth, and finally walked out of the children's room silently, leaving her to be alone for a while.

Outside the door, Song Chenchen had tears in his eyes, and stared at Song Yuheng with red eyes. He clasped his hands tightly together until his knuckles turned white.

Song Yuheng sighed softly, leaned over and hugged him, "Don't worry, Song Song is just too sad, she didn't mean to lose her temper with you."

Song Chenchen lay on his shoulder, crying softly, "Uncle, will Mommy not want me anymore?"

"No," Song Yuheng's heart clenched into a ball, as long as he thought that he was playful, lost Song Song, and caused so many complicated problems, he blamed himself, "Song Song needs time to adjust his mood, we Wait for her, okay?"

Song Chenchen was so sad that she burst into tears.

He is still not sensible enough to make Mommy sad.

Song Weiwei sat by the bed, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the picture book next to the alarm clock. After a long time, she moved, and slowly picked up the picture book and opened it.

Most of the paintings in the album are her sketches.

Chenchen's talent in painting should be inherited from her. When he was very young, he took a paintbrush and paper, sat obediently in a corner of the ward without disturbing her, and drew everything he imagined on the paper.

Later, Song Yuheng invited the most famous painter in Jiangcheng to guide him. His painting skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he was able to draw sketches of characters when he was four years old.

She flipped through it slowly, always feeling that the image of her in each painting was inconsistent with herself.

After flipping through a picture book, she finally realized why she felt that it was against the law, because she was smiling in all the portraits.

She gently stroked the raised corner of her mouth on the paper with her fingers, and couldn't help feeling sad.

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In the dimly lit room, the man was lying sideways on the big bed, still maintaining a posture of embracing someone, but his arms were already empty, but he didn't notice it at all because he was asleep.

The phone by the bed vibrated again and again, finally waking him up from the sweet dream.

He lay flat on the bed, groping around the pillow with his hands, and finally touched the vibrating mobile phone. He clicked on the speakerphone and placed it on the pillow, with a hoarse voice, "Hello?"

He turned sideways, wanting to hug his nephrite jade and Wenxiang to continue sleeping, but when he found nothing, he woke up suddenly, and quickly opened his eyes.

The light in the bedroom was very dark, but it didn't affect his vision at all. He saw that the other side of the bed was empty, and the person who was lying in his arms last night was gone.

At the same time, a cold bass voice sounded from the phone, "Bai Han, are you still sleeping?"

Li Baihan sat up abruptly, got out of bed with his mobile phone, put on his slippers and walked outside, "I'm already awake, what's the matter, is the sky falling or the earth sinking?"

Huo Tingshuang rolled his eyes, "you didn't invite us to the playground yesterday, why, you forgot after drinking?"

While speaking, Li Baihan had already left the bedroom, walked through the corridor, and came to the deserted living room. There was no smell of food, and the surroundings were empty.

Song Weiyi is gone?

His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his whole body exuded a chill, "I haven't forgotten, wait for us for half an hour, and I'll set off right away."

Huo Tingshuang: "..."

After hanging up the phone, Li Baihan took 5 minutes to pack himself up, picked up the car keys and went out, calling the secretary who ran away after falling asleep while walking.

Song Weiwei was sad looking at the portrait, her phone vibrated in her bag, she picked up the phone to answer, "It's me."

Hearing her voice, Li Baihan paused his fingers for pressing the elevator button before poking it up. The double doors of the elevator opened. He walked in and said, "In 5 minutes, I'll be outside your community. You can take Chenchen out."

Song Weiwei was stunned for a moment before realizing that they were going to take Chenchen to the playground today, and 5 minutes was not enough for her to make three chapters with Chenchen.

"In 10 minutes, I'm going to meet Chenchen at the opposite door."

"Okay, last night you..." Li Baihan was about to ask her when she left, but the other side had hung up the phone neatly, with a ruthless look like a sea king.

Li Baihan: "..."

Song Weiwei sorted out her mood, and then opened the door to go out. Everyone on the sofa in the living room looked at her nervously. She tried to smile to ease the atmosphere.

However, she failed.

She hasn't smiled for so long that she has forgotten how to smile.

She didn't force herself, and walked slowly in front of them, "Brother, I'm sorry just now, I shouldn't lose my temper like that."

Song Yuheng was stunned and distressed, he hurriedly said: "Song Song, don't say that, your teeth and lips are so close, they will break your lips, we are brothers and sisters, how can there be no reason for brothers and sisters not to quarrel?"

Song Weiwei pursed her lips, there was no bickering, she was clearly accusing him unilaterally and misinterpreting his good intentions.

"elder brother……"

"Okay, okay, my brother should let my sister go, let's go eat, the food is going to be cold." Song Yuheng said.

Song Weiwei didn't go, she sat in front of Song Chenchen, the little guy seemed to be doing something wrong, and he didn't dare to look at her with his head drooping. She hugged him on her lap and said, "Today we will go to the playground with Uncle Li, But Chenchen has to promise me one condition."

Song Chenchen's eyes lit up, and then she looked at her cautiously, "Mummy is not happy that I see Shushu, so I don't have to go."

"It's only this time, it won't happen next time."

"Oh." Song Chenchen lowered his head, leaving her with a black top.

Song Weiwei's heart was sour and soft, and she couldn't bear to scold him, "But we're going to play a game today, you can't call me Mommy in front of Shushu, you have to call me Auntie, understand?"

It took Song Chenchen a while to understand, and he nodded, "I understand, Aunt Song Song, we are going to perform a role-play. I am not your son, and you are not my mother. I will do well."

Song Weiwei sighed, "Go and eat something, we'll go out after eating."

The heavy atmosphere was swept away, and Song Chenchen happily ran to the restaurant for dinner. It took less than 10 minutes before and after, and he put the backpack he had secretly arranged yesterday on his back.

Song Weiwei had already changed her clothes, talked to Song Yuheng, and took Song Chenchen out.

When they walked out of the community, they saw Li Baihan in a dark blue windbreaker leaning on the off-road vehicle, looking handsome and energetic.

Seeing them coming, he took off his sunglasses and greeted them in a gentlemanly manner, "Good morning!"