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

At that moment, Li Baihan thought he had gone to the wrong floor, and he subconsciously looked up at the number marked on the top of the elevator, and he was sure that he had gone to the wrong floor.

So who is that person?

Why did he have the fingerprints of Kaisong's only family?

When these doubts arose in his heart, Li Baihan had already walked over quickly, raised his hand and held down the strange man who stepped halfway through the door.

He Lanzhou also saw him just now, and now that the stranger held his shoulder, he almost reflexively wanted to throw him over the shoulder.

However, Li Baihan was not completely defenseless, his foot was very stable, He Lanzhou's unexpected shoulder fall failed, and in the next second, he pushed him away hard.

He held the door with one hand and the door frame with the other, and looked coldly at the uninvited guest, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Li Baihan frowned and looked at him, "Who are you, isn't this Song's only home?"

He Lanzhou acted foolishly, "Yes, this is her home, and it's also my home. Is there a problem?"

Li Baihan raised his eyes and looked at him coldly. He had a handsome face, three-dimensional facial features, and slightly drooping corners of his eyes, but he had a pair of smiling lips, which seemed to be a smile that was not a smile.

He and Song Weiyi don't look alike at all. Of course he is not from the Song family, so he is?

The word "boyfriend" flashed through his mind, and he frowned even more, subconsciously refraining from proving the relationship between them, "Tell Song Weiwei that I've come to find her and I'm sorry."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

He Lanzhou looked at his back in astonishment, he just gave up the battle and fled, he thought he was going to fight him for three hundred rounds.

"Hey, where did you come from, a wild man, I warn you, don't pester my Song Song." He Lanzhou provoked behind him.

Li Baihan's footsteps stopped, the hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, and the knuckles were crunching.He Lanzhou saw that his swollen muscles made his upper arms and sleeves bulge, he shrank back in fright, and slammed the door shut.

Hmph, it's great to have muscles, and I have them too!
Li Baihan walked into the elevator, the corners of his brows and eyes were as cold as frost and snow, his eyes could freeze to death, no wonder Song Weiyi didn't let him in the house last time, it turned out that there was really a man hiding in the house!

Outside the community, Zhou Zheng was sleeping soundly in the warm sunlight in the middle of the afternoon, when the car door slammed loudly, shaking the body of the car, and he jumped up from the seat all at once.

next second.

He fell back to his seat with a "wow", and pressed his hand on his painful forehead. Before he could complain, he felt an unusually cold aura behind him.

He looked up at the rearview mirror, Li Baihan was sitting in the back seat, his handsome face was covered with frost and snow, he couldn't help shrinking his neck.

With such a murderous intent, wasn't it still full of spring when we entered just now?
He secretly exchanged a glance with Jiang Huai, Jiang Huai shrugged his shoulders, and heard the man's cold voice behind him, "Drive!"

Zhou Zheng hurriedly started the car, feeling uneasy.

He had a hundred questions in his mind, but facing the iceberg face of his boss, he didn't dare to ask a single word, so he could only drive aimlessly.

Li Baihan turned his head to look out of the car window, he couldn't get in touch with Song Weiyi, and there was a wild man in her family, all this made him feel anxious.

There was an unknown fire in his heart, but he couldn't vent it, which made him restless like a trapped animal, and he was helpless.

Song Weiyi, you stepped on me with two boats, you can do it!

During the National Day holiday, Song Weiwei stayed in the hospital to accompany Chenchen to receive treatment.

After Song Yuheng consulted with a hematologist, he tailored a treatment plan for Chenchen, and the effect was remarkable. In the last few days of the long vacation, the platelets in his blood rebounded.

Upon receiving the good news, Song Weiwei wept with joy.

Seeing that she was crying, Song Yuheng gently took her into his arms, "Okay, okay, don't cry, the platelets are rising, and Chenchen's condition has slowed down."

"Well, thank God, thank you brother." Song Weiwei nodded with red eyes.

Song Yuheng's heart ached so badly, she was by the hospital bed these few days, as long as Chenchen made any movement, she would wake up from her dream, and occasionally even if Chenchen didn't move, she would also wake up from her dream.

The whole person was visibly thin and haggard, and he felt distressed seeing it, so he had to change his way to coax her to eat more. She always put down the chopsticks after eating a little, and couldn't eat any more.

He knew that she didn't like the smell of the hospital, and neither did Chenchen.

When she calmed down, Song Yuheng walked up to Song Chenchen, hugged him on her lap and sat down, "There is another piece of good news. Director Liu said that Chenchen can go home."

Song Chenchen shouted in surprise, "Really? I can really go home? Mommy, we can go home now!"

Song Weiwei looked at his little bald head. During the treatment two days ago, his hair was shaved. He was still crying at that time, but now there are blue stubbles on his scalp.

The vitality of hair is very tenacious, and the vitality of children is equally tenacious.

"Well, we can go home now."

"However, we will have another treatment later. After the treatment, if there is no rejection, then we can go home at night." Song Yuheng said.

Song Chenchen nodded happily, even if the treatment was uncomfortable, he was not afraid anymore.

In the afternoon, Song Yuheng took Song Chenchen to treatment, while Song Weiwei packed her luggage in the ward. She packed everything and checked over and over again to see if there was anything missing.

When she was finally sure that nothing was missed, she sat on the small sofa and waited for her uncle and nephew to come back. After waiting, she leaned on the small sofa and fell asleep.

When she woke up again, the surroundings were silent, she sat up straight and saw Song Chenchen sitting on the hospital bed. He had already changed his clothes and was sitting there drawing a picture.

Seeing that she was awake, he immediately smiled at her with frowning eyes, "Mum, you finally woke up, I've already drawn several pictures of you."

Song Weiwei's raised heart fell back into her chest, and her heart ached with a thud. She slowly walked in front of him and said softly, "Sorry, I fell asleep, can we be discharged from the hospital?"

"Well, uncle is going to go through the discharge procedures."

Just as he was talking, Song Yuheng had already opened the door with the discharge procedures in hand. Seeing the mother and son, his brows and eyes widened, "The procedures are completed, let's go home."

Only then did Song Weiwei notice that Song Yuheng had taken off her white medical gown and was wearing slim-fitting uniforms. She smiled, repacked the brush album that Chenchen had dug out, and checked if there was anything missing, then carried him to the ground. .

"Let's go." Song Yuheng carried her luggage and walked out behind the mother and son.

The internal elevator was on the other side of the air corridor. Song Weiwei was worried that Chenchen might not feel well after the treatment, so she leaned over to hug him.

At this moment, Li Baihan and Li Qingcheng walked out of the internal elevator and walked over from the other side of the air corridor.