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

Li Baihan looked at her quietly for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze and landed on her swollen arm, "After I met you, I always seemed to see you hurt."

Song Weiwei didn't know if he believed it or not, so he suppressed it, and she simply stopped explaining.

She raised her arm, the burning pain distorted her complexion, she quickly put it back on her lap, "Boss Li is no better than me."

She got him into the hospital the first day she went to work.

Li Baihan seemed to remember it too, he chuckled lightly, and looked at her deeply, "Do you know that I'm allergic to bitter melon, so you deliberately added bitter melon juice to my coffee?"

"Really not." Song Weiwei said, "Bitter melon juice is what I usually use to lose weight."

"Losing weight?" Li Baihan looked at her from head to toe. Her figure looks like it doesn't have a lot of flesh, but it feels more skinny. If you lose weight, you will lose bone spirit.

How could Song Weiwei not know the deep meaning in his eyes, this person's eyes seemed to have X-rays, they could see the essence directly through the clothes.

She pursed her lips, "Can you stop looking at me like that?"

"Why am I looking at you?" Li Baihan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Just..." Song Weiwei pondered her words, struggled for a while, and said bluntly, "Sexy."

Li Baihan couldn't help laughing, as if he wasn't the one who was so angry that he was going to explode yesterday, he propped his jaw, his expression was obviously relaxed.

"I found that you are getting fatter and bolder."

When Song Weiwei was stared at by him like this, there was always an illusion, as if she was someone he loved deeply, she staggered her eyes and looked ahead.

The figures of the two are reflected on the LCD TV. The distance is not close, but there is an invisible intimacy.

Especially Li Baihan's obsessive gaze made her want to run away.

"How daring a person is and how productive the land is," Song Weiwei said, "It's rude for you to stare at me like this, why don't you tell me?"

Li Baihan's eyes were full of smiles.

His slender and powerful legs were crossed together, and he leaned back. He looked at her with a careless laziness, as if admiring a piece of art.

"You look so good-looking, why don't people see you?"

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, her curled and slender eyelashes trembled, she thought that Li Baihan's level of flirting was getting worse and worse, and this straight ball made her unable to parry.

"I'll go see if Chenchen is awake."

Just as she was about to get up, she heard the man's deep voice, "He just fell asleep not long ago, and he has been trying to hold on, so don't wake him up."

Song Weiwei had no choice but to sit back.

But under the man's scorching gaze, she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. She always felt that if this continued, the atmosphere would develop into an uncontrollable place.

Li Baihan stared at her side face, his thick black-rimmed glasses almost crushed her nose bridge, he suddenly stretched out his hand.

Song Weiwei was caught off guard, and his glasses were taken off by him. She blinked and turned to stare at him, "What are you doing?"

Li Baihan put the glasses in front of his eyes, plain glasses have no prescription, why is she so keen on wearing them?
"The glasses are so heavy, don't wear them in the future."

Song Weiwei made a gesture to grab it, but Li Baihan raised his hand to avoid it, leaving her in vain, she frowned and stared at him, "Mr. Li, are you naive, a primary school student teasing a female classmate?"

Li Baihan was not annoyed at being scolded by her as a primary school student. Seeing that she was going to grab her, he threw his hand back. This time Song Weiwei missed her head and fell into the man's arms.

Her breath stagnated, and she felt the breath sprayed by the man above her head. She frantically tried to sit up, but she didn't know where to press her hand, and the man let out a muffled snort.

Immediately, her waist was imprisoned by a big hand, pulling her body over, clinging to the man's strong chest muscles, he leaned forward against her ear, blowing hot air into her cochlea.

She couldn't help shaking.

Li Baihan's voice was very low and dangerously hoarse, "Song Weiwei, where are you groping?"

Song Weiwei suddenly realized what she had touched just now, and a stream of blood rushed from the soles of her feet to her forehead, exploding on her face like fireworks, and her face suddenly turned bright red.

She twitched her lips, trying to explain, "I didn't..."

Her palm was hot, and her mind went blank.

Li Baihan backed away, looking at her with a half-smile, Song Weiwei muttered a few words, but finally did not continue.

Seeing that the man was like a leopard staring at its prey, with extremely aggressive eyes, she subconsciously raised her hips, moved to the side, and moved away from him.

The nose is a mixture of tobacco and cedar, which is spicy and aggressive. It is a smell unique to men, and it is too domineering to be ignored.

The two faced each other in silence.

Li Baihan was playing with the frame, his slender fingers had sharp knuckles, which made the legs of his glasses more delicate, "How old is Chenchen?"

Song Weiwei's heart trembled, this was a proposition.

If I can't answer, I will give away the head.

She was thinking, and when she was about to answer, she saw Song Chenchen staring into the living room in a daze. He was obviously not awake yet, rubbing his eyes as he walked.

After a while, the area around the eyes was rubbed red.

When he saw Song Weiwei sitting on the sofa clearly, he ran over in small steps and threw himself into her arms, "Mummy, are you here to pick me up?"

Song Weiwei hugged the soft glutinous rice dumpling, and felt relieved from the bottom of her heart, she didn't have to answer Li Baihan's question anymore.

"Well, you've bothered uncle for too long, and uncle still has his own affairs to attend to."

Song Chenchen sat on Song Weiwei's lap, and turned to look at Li Baihan, "Shu Shu, are you busy?"

Song Weiwei quickly winked at Li Baihan, telling him to tell him that he was busy and didn't have time to entertain them.

"Not busy." Li Baihan ignored her eyes and looked at Song Chenchen patiently, "Have you slept well, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Song Chenchen shook his head, "I'm not hungry yet."

"Then let's continue playing with building blocks?" Li Baihan asked him what he meant.

Song Chenchen looked at the half-assembled building block table, and felt very entangled in his heart. If he finished the puzzle this time, he would definitely not find an excuse to come back next time.

"Shu Shu, I don't want to play with building blocks, I want to finish the rest next time, can I?"

There was a trace of begging in the child's watery eyes, and he couldn't bear to refuse. He touched his little bald head, "You can come whenever you want."

"So good." Song Chenchen happily blows rainbow fart.

Li Baihan laughed.

Song Chenchen looked at Mommy, and then at Li Baihan, who was full of indulgence, "Shu, recently a Doraemon movie was released in the theater. My classmate said it was very good-looking, and I want to see it too."

Song Weiwei pursed her lips, "Chenchen, no."

Song Chenchen immediately lowered his head in frustration, but frequently glanced at Li Baihan out of the corner of his eye, obviously looking forward to it.

"President Li, I'll take..." Before Song Weiwei finished speaking, she was interrupted by Li Baihan, "It's still early, and Chenchen is not hungry. Let's take him to the movies first, and then go to dinner after watching the movie."

Song Chenchen suddenly smiled, slipped off Song Weiwei's lap, and threw herself into Li Baihan's arms, "Shu Shu, you are so kind, I like you very much!"