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

The VIP lounge was very quiet, so close that when the man approached, Song Weiwei could hear his shallow breathing lingering in her ears, accompanied by the drawn-out tune, which was sultry.

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, her crow-wing-like eyelashes concealed all the emotions in her eyes, she hummed inexplicably, "I like it."

Li Baihan paused for a moment with his fingers pinching the cotton swab, and his breathing was out of rhythm.

He raised his eyelids and looked at her inadvertently. He knew that this woman's mouth was a deceit, but at the moment his mood rose for no reason.

It's really helpless!
"Well," Li Baihan said, "I like it too."

Song Weiwei: "..."

See what textbook narcissism is, and that's it!

The back of her hand hurt, Song Weiwei retracted her hand, and the back of her hand was cool in the next second.

She lowered her eyes, but saw that the man was applying iodine to her while blowing gently, and that coolness came from here.

There was an inexplicable atmosphere in the air, Song Weiwei looked away, and Li Baihan's deep voice came from her ear, "Don't fight in the future."

Song Weiwei was slightly taken aback, and then said, "Should I not be allowed to fight, or should I not be allowed to fight back?"

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "I believe that with your skill, Miao Yiren can't even get close to her. Why did you get scratched by her?"

"I'm afraid you haven't seen how shrew Miss Miao is when she goes crazy. If I hadn't reacted quickly and pressed her to the ground, she might have scratched my face." Song Weiwei said disapprovingly.

Li Baihan threw the cotton swab into the trash can, stared down at the turned flesh on the back of her hand, and was torn between using a Band-Aid or wrapping it up with gauze.

Finally, he picked up a circle of gauze and bandaged her palm according to her hand. He said casually, "No matter how crazy she is, you have the ability to prevent her from hurting you."

"Really?" Song Weiwei's mouth curled up, "Then Mr. Li thinks too highly of me."

Li Baihan wrapped gauze around the back of her hand and tied a neat bow. While packing up his things, he said, "I'm afraid I won't be on your side, so you deliberately hurt yourself. Don't do this in the future."

Song Weiwei looked at the bow in her hand and couldn't help but wonder what he meant by that.

Does he think she was hurt to betray him?

That's not true.

Seeing that she was silent, Li Baihan raised his eyelids to look at her, and said slowly, "I will stand by your side."

The two stared at each other quietly, Song Weiwei looked at the unconcealable emotion in his eyes, she suddenly curled her lower lip, "Miss Miao said that you are tolerant to me because you feel guilty and guilty towards Mrs Li in your heart, it seems that you are still That's right."

Li Baihan frowned, "You think so too?"

Song Weiwei originally wanted to get some words out of his mouth, but she didn't expect him to ignore her words and throw the question back to her.

She twitched her lips, "How do I know?"

Before she finished speaking, her palm was lightly twitched by the man's big, slender hand. It didn't hurt, but it was a little shameful.

She stared at him, but heard him say: "You have no conscience."

Song Weiwei: "..."

She was injured, and he still slapped her palm, who has no conscience?

After Li Baihan drew this stroke, seeing her staring at him blankly, he didn't explain much, grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, "Let's go."

Song Weiwei was led forward by him and did not test his attitude, which made her feel uncomfortable, and at the same time felt that she was so stupid to expect her to answer.

What self-blame and guilt did he have towards her?

Back then when he was drunk and had a relationship, he was anxious to get rid of her the next day, for fear that she would cling to him because of this. After so many years, he should feel that he made a wise decision back then.

When the two reached the door, Li Baihan let go of her hand.

With her wrist empty, Song Weiwei subconsciously looked down at her right wrist, and at that moment, a feeling of reluctance arose in her heart.

She pursed her lips and looked away.

*
The four of them returned to the banquet hall, and the birthday banquet had already begun. They did not engage in any fancy programs, and there was no host speaking on stage.

It is the best blessing for the birthday star to sit and have a meal together lively.

As soon as they entered, someone walked over quickly and whispered something in Li Baihan's ear. Li Baihan nodded, looked sideways at Song Weiwei, and said to Jiang Huai, "Jiang Huai, take Secretary Song to the table."

Jiang Huai took the order, "Secretary Song, this way please."

Song Weiwei glanced at Li Baihan and followed Jiang Huai.

Li Baihan followed that person to Mr. Li's table, and Zhou Zheng followed behind him step by step. When he arrived at the main table, all the old comrades of Mr. Li were seated at this table.

Everyone is in their eighties, and they are all full of energy. Occasionally, there are a few gray-haired people who look like they can live to be a hundred years old.

As soon as Li Baihan arrived, he was called over by Mr. Li, and only then did he notice that there was a modern girl standing beside Mr. Li.

The girl is wearing a caramel-colored retro top, with an A-line skirt of the same color underneath, paired with a pair of socks and boots, and two slender gold chains stacked on her chest, exuding a French style and fashion all over her body.

Li Baihan stood beside Mr. Li, and said hello to all the elders, before Mr. Li said: "Baihan, this is your sister Lingyu, who always ran behind you when I was young, do you remember?"

Before Li Baihan could speak, Xie Lingyu spoke first, "Brother Baihan, long time no see!"

Li Baihan had no impression of Xie Lingyu at all, but the girl had already spoken first, so he nodded, "Hello."

The tone was neither hot nor cold, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Xie Lingyu didn't mind his indifference and alienation at all, she smiled, "Brother Bai Han still cherishes words like gold, Grandpa Li, it's no wonder that the market value of Bailaimei Group has increased dramatically every year."

Hearing her complaints, but compliments, Mr. Li laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, "Xiao Ling'er is very humorous, but your elder brother Bai Han is too boring. You can go to play with him more often in the future, so as not to affect him. He lived more of an old man than us old men."

Everyone at the table laughed.

Xie Lingyu understood Mr. Li's words, and she took Mr. Li's arm and acted like a baby, "Grandpa Li, you are not old at all. I just saw you and I wanted to ask your chef what you eat every day. , getting younger and younger, I will also change the menu for my grandpa when I go back.”

Grandpa Li was amused by her, "Look at Xiao Linger's sweet mouth, no wonder your grandpa likes you the most, and he always takes you with him wherever he goes."

Mr. Xie, who was sitting on the side, smiled and said, "This kid is only good at coaxing people with his mouth. Compared with the other grandchildren in your family, he is far behind."

"grandfather!"

Mr. Li knew that Mr. Xie was modest, so he hurriedly said, "It's not that far off. She got a master's degree from Harvard at the age of 23. It's amazing."

Li Baihan stood beside him. Old Master Li's attitude was very obvious. He wanted to push Xie Lingyu towards him. He frowned and glanced at Xie Lingyu.

Xie Lingyu was also looking at him, and the two looked at each other. She smiled shyly, and quickly looked away, but a blush slowly appeared on the base of her ears.

Li Baihan's heart sank.