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

Everyone left, Song Weiwei was nobody to be angry with, she was about to withdraw from Li Baihan's arms when the hand around her waist suddenly tightened.

She was caught off guard and threw herself on the man's chest. She frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Throw it away when you're done using it," the man lowered his head slightly, his thin lips pressed against her ear, and his scorching breath sprayed on the back of her ear and neck. He gave a low laugh, with a nasty tone, "I'm so used to you."

Song Weiwei tilted her head, trying to avoid the scorching aura that made her whole body itchy, she raised her hand to the man's chest, and let the airtight posture of the two return to a normal distance.

"President Li, don't be annoyed," Song Weiwei said in a low voice, sliding her fingers gently along his shirt collar, with a somewhat provocative and ambiguous expression, "If you think it's not worth it, chase after him now and say Maybe Miss Miao will be moved to tears."

The finger vaguely touched his Adam's apple, the man suddenly felt parched and angry, and he grabbed the messy finger.

With too much strength, she accidentally touched the scratch on the back of her hand, and Song Weiwei gasped in pain.

The boiling anger all over Li Baihan's body immediately dissipated, and the strength in his hands gradually loosened. He grabbed her wrist instead, "Treat the wound first, and I will deal with you later."

Song Weiwei curled up the corners of her mouth, and a cunning gleam of success flashed across her eyes.

In fact, he didn't touch the back of her hand at all, she did it on purpose.

The atmosphere was too ambiguous, if I continued to stay in the bathroom, I was afraid that something would get out of control, and she didn't want anything to happen with Li Baihan here.

Li Baihan pulled her out.

The two door gods on the left and right saw them coming out so quickly, Jiang Huai was surprised, "Mr. Li, are you over so soon?"

When they were dismissing the onlookers just now, Jiang Huai glanced inside inadvertently, and saw Li Baihan staring at Secretary Song, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

That's why the two of them are guards here, for fear that someone will go in and spoil the boss's good deeds.

Li Baihan's deep gaze swept over Jiang Huai, Jiang Huai immediately felt the hair on his back explode, Zhou Zheng pushed him, "I don't know how to speak quickly, how can a man speak fast?"

Song Weiwei: "..."

"Are you two singing Errenzhuan?" Li Baihan asked coolly, "I don't think the stage here is big enough, why don't you two perform on stage later, to celebrate the old man's birthday?"

Zhou Zheng and Jiang Huai shook their heads quickly, "No, no, no match for us, Mr. Li, the birthday banquet is about to begin."

Li Baihan pulled Song Weiwei forward and turned into the VIP lounge beside him, "Go to the front desk and find the medicine box."

Zhou Zheng trotted away quickly.

After entering the VIP lounge, Song Weiwei was pressed by Li Baihan to sit on the loveseat sofa. He pinched her wrist and lifted it up. Looking at the four scratches, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although the blood was solidified, the scraped flesh was turned over, which was shocking to watch.

"Does it hurt?" Li Baihan's voice was very soft, with a hint of distress.

Song Weiwei originally felt that the pain had passed, but now that he was staring at her intently, she felt that the four scratches were burning hot again.

She pursed her lips, "It doesn't hurt."

Li Baihan raised his eyelids and glanced at her, and deliberately poked his finger on her wound, but Song Weiwei quickly grabbed her hand, "Hey, I don't take you like this, poking someone's wound, is it bad, you?"

The slender index finger was held in her palm, and the temperature spread from the skin layer by layer, and his slightly cold fingertips gradually warmed up.

Hearing such an intimate laugh from her, an unknown emotion surged in his heart, his eyes slowly moved from the clenched hand to her chin, and fell on her bright red lips.

There was still a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and the two moist lips seemed to be tempting him to kiss her.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his breathing became chaotic for a moment. He stared at those two lips, and slowly lowered his head to approach them.

He paused, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Zheng rushing in, seeing the two of them head to head, about to kiss, his scalp exploded.

Depend on!
What is his luck today?
"Excuse me, you continue." He turned and rolled out of the VIP lounge as he said.

However, the atmosphere was disturbed, and Li Baihan was not such an impatient person, so naturally he couldn't continue.He looked at the lips that were close at hand, and whispered: "Come back!"

Zhou Zheng's back stiffened, and he turned around with a mournful face, seeing Li Baihan sitting in his body, the hands they held together had already parted, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

He hurriedly put the medicine box on the coffee table, and then rolled away.

When I went out, I saw Jiang Huai leaning against the door, with a smile on the corner of that bastard's mouth, gloating on his face, he rushed over, wrapped his wrists around his neck, and said in a low voice, "Why didn't you remind me?"

"Who made you blind? Seeing me standing outside, you are still rushing in." Jiang Huai didn't even have time to pull him.

The corner of Zhou Zheng's mouth twitched, "I didn't know, I thought they were in the bathroom..."

"Is such a bad environment in the bathroom suitable for Mr. Li, who is so beautiful and bright? If he wants to kiss someone, it must be in a warm and fragrant place." Jiang Huai said clearly.

Zhou Zheng: "..."

Isn't the toilet one of the top ten places where ambiguity breeds?
In the lounge, Li Baihan leaned over to take the medicine box, opened the lid with his slender fingers, and searched for iodophor and cotton swabs inside.

The heat on Song Weiwei's face slowly subsided, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and her eyes fell from the half-opened eyes, looking at his slender and even fingers.

The nails are clean and beautiful, and his nails are long. If a girl has such nails, it must be very beautiful to do manicure.

Chenchen inherited it from his hands, even though they are fleshy now, the shape of the nails is very similar to his.

Chenchen's calves are also very slender, and her body proportions follow him. Sometimes heredity is a very mysterious thing. In some details, it shows the importance of blood relationship.

Li Baihan found what he wanted, glanced at her, and saw her eyeballs following his fingers, he raised his eyebrows, "Hand control?"

When Song Weiwei heard his voice, she suddenly came back to her senses, only to realize that she had been staring at his hand for a long time.

She brushed her hair embarrassingly, her fair-haired neck and slightly red ears, she said in a nonchalant tone: "Well, manual control."

Li Baihan didn't expect her to answer so bluntly, curling up her fingers, some colorful pictures flashed in her mind.

His hand caressed her red ears, fell on her fair neck, and then...

Stop!

What is he thinking?
He lowered his eyes, unscrewed the cap of the iodophor bottle, and a scent of medicine came to his nostrils, which washed away the charming and promiscuous images in his mind.

He dipped a cotton swab in iodophor, held her injured hand with the other hand, and while treating the wound, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you like my hand?"