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

Li Baihan held Song Chenchen firmly, even though he was scrambling in his arms, he didn't fall off. He smiled and looked at Song Weiwei, "What do you think?"

Song Weiwei's cheeks became hot when he saw it, "In public, don't mess around."

Song Weiwei didn't quite understand what Li Baihan was thinking. Last night he was so angry that he felt that he would never get in touch with her. It was only one night, and he not only treated Chenchen kindly, but also didn't ask her why she hid him.

What the hell is he thinking?
Still holding back some big moves, just waiting for her to take it lightly and give her a fatal blow, just like six years ago.

Li Baihan stared at her guarded expression, the corners of his lips curled slightly, he looked away, and walked out of the elevator with Song Chenchen in his arms.

"What a great opportunity." Hiding in Li Baihan's arms, Song Chenchen shook his head and sighed regretfully, acting like a little adult, "It's a pity to waste it."

Li Baihan rua shook his head, "You're a big kid."

The sixth floor is the entertainment area. In addition to the theater, there is also a KTV and a game hall. When they stepped out of the elevator, the surrounding noises suddenly rushed over, accompanied by the sound of music.

Song Chenchen's gaze was immediately drawn to it. There are many games in the game hall here, including Monopoly, shooting games, and hip-hop.

Song Chenchen was attracted by the little brother dancing street dance on the dance mat, "Mommy, that little brother dances really well."

Song Weiwei looked over, the little brother on the dance mat looked about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a loose hip-hop suit, dancing very handsomely.

There were a lot of onlookers, and some took videos with their mobile phones.

Song Chenchen twisted in Li Baihan's arms, Li Baihan looked down at him, "What's wrong?"

"I want to dance too." Song Chenchen twisted and twisted. Li Baihan was worried that he would fall, so he put him on the ground and watched him pedal and run towards the dancing machine.

The little brother who was dancing stopped panting, and the crowd of onlookers dispersed. Song Chenchen seized the opportunity to "swipe" and stand on the dancing mat.

He skillfully began to operate the dance mat, found his favorite song, and quickly chose a song with a strong sense of rhythm, and entered the solo interface.

The music sounded, and the child followed the arrows on the machine and began to dance.

He followed the rhythm of the music and danced his body flexibly. Every time an arrow came out, he stepped on the arrow mark on the dance mat just right.

He is not tall, but he is soft and cute, and he is even more aggressive when he dances. The crowd of onlookers who had dispersed just now returned.

Everyone watched his dance with a naive look, and couldn't help but took out their mobile phones to record the video.

Song Weiwei frowned.

Li Baihan noticed her strangeness, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Song Weiwei shook her head. She didn't want Chenchen to be exposed to other people's cameras, but it was a bit hypocritical to say it.

Li Baihan seemed to know what she was thinking, he only took one look at her, and walked in through the crowd, blocking part of the camera.

"Sorry, my child is not a public figure, please don't record the video."

The onlookers saw that he was handsome and had a strong aura, and that he was very polite, so they couldn't find fault, so they had no choice but to put away the phone in embarrassment.

Song Weiwei stood outside the crowd, staring blankly at the tall man's back, calm and broad, giving people a reliable sense of security.

She lowered her eyes, all kinds of feelings came to her heart.

After Song Chenchen finished dancing, his cheeks were flushed, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He walked out of the dance mat panting, and was hugged by Li Baihan.

Li Baihan took out the silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off the sweat on his forehead. The little guy seemed to be very interested in the silk handkerchief, so he grabbed it and brought it to his nose to sniff, "It smells so good."

Li Baihan smiled.

The little guy was fiddling with the silk handkerchief in his hand, and he couldn't put it down because of the retro pattern, "Shushu, this handkerchief is so pretty, can you give it to me as a gift?"

Song Weiwei frowned, "Chenchen..."

Li Baihan glanced at her, then his eyes fell back on the little guy's face, "Why do you want a handkerchief as a gift?"

"Because I hold Shushu's handkerchief, I can see things and think about people." Song Chenchen raised his small head, his eyes sparkled, "Shushu, I really like you."

Li Baihan was very happy to be coaxed by him, "You are a big kid."

Song Chenchen triumphantly raised his small chin, still looking very proud, Li Baihan was even happier, he looked at Song Weiwei.

The child's mouth is so sweet, why is this mother always cool?
With such a delay, there is not much time left before the movie begins.

Walking into the cinema, Song Weiwei went to the automatic ticket vending machine to pick up tickets, while Li Baihan took Song Chenchen to buy snacks, and waited for the three to meet at the ticket gate.

Song Weiwei saw that Song Chenchen was holding a big iron bucket of Doraemon in his hand, which contained half of popcorn and half of French fries. The bucket was so big that it covered his head completely.

Li Baihan held three glasses of orange juice in his hand, which is the family set meal that the theater recently promoted, and she saw it on the ticket vending machine just now.

Her heart trembled involuntarily, and she lowered her eyes to prevent the man from noticing the fluctuations in her heart.

After checking the tickets, the three of them entered the screening hall.

Almost all the people who watch cartoons are adults with children, but this movie has been released for a long time, and there are only three of them when they go in.

When the movie was about to start, another family of three came in, sitting two rows away from them.

The movie started, the lights dimmed, and the big screen began to play the opening title.

Song Chenchen sat between the two of them, with a big iron bucket of Doraemon on his lap, chewing popcorn in his mouth, his cheeks puffed up like a little hamster.

Song Weiwei's mind is not on movies, she is an adult, long after watching cartoons.

Hearing that Song Chenchen was eating deliciously, she subconsciously reached out to grab some French fries and started to eat.

Almost all puffed foods are poisonous, and the more they eat, the more addictive they become. She takes one after another after eating, and occasionally meets Song Chenchen's hand in the bucket.

Li Baihan was originally concentrating on watching cartoons, but when he heard the sound of the two people clicking, he couldn't help turning his head to look over.

The expressions of the mother and son were surprisingly the same, and he wanted to laugh.

Are French fries really that delicious?

Li Baihan looked at it for a while, and couldn't help turning his head to look again. He caught a glimpse of Song Weiwei reaching for French fries. He reached out his hand calmly, and held her hand in the bucket.

The hand in the palm froze for a moment, and then he felt her struggling, and he clenched it a little bit harder.

Song Weiwei didn't expect this man to be so unscrupulous, she stared at him slightly sideways, the light from the big screen reflected on his face, the man looked straight ahead without turning his eyes.

She complained in her heart.

Who would have thought that a well-dressed man would hold onto her hand in an iron bucket.

She twitched vigorously, but still couldn't pull her hand back. The movement behind her was so loud that Song Chenchen couldn't concentrate on watching cartoons. He looked down at the two hands that filled the metal bucket.

He looked left and right, his expression was very subtle.

Then he put both hands in, grabbing popcorn and chips and pouring them on the backs of their hands, having a great time.

Song Weiwei was shocked, she looked down at the popcorn slipping from the back of her and Li Baihan's clasped hands, she asked Song Chenchen in a low voice, "Chenchen, what are you doing?"

Song Chenchen was full of enthusiasm, "Wash the popcorn and chips. You and Shushu had a great time washing them. I want to wash them too."

Song Weiwei: "..."