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

Mr. Li has fought devils on the battlefield, and also played tricks in the mall, and used tricks to pass opponents. He has a vicious vision and is accurate in judging people.

He doesn't like Miao Yiren, of course it's not without reason.

Li Baihan looked up at the old man, his eyes were hale and full of energy, he said, "Grandpa, since you think Miaoyi is not a kind person, why didn't you stop Weiwei from making friends with her back then?"

Mr. Li rubbed the snuff bottle, the jade was scratched by the calluses on his fingers, he sighed softly, "Miss Wei is innocent and ignorant of worldly affairs, I prevent her from making friends, I can only protect her from a temporary danger , but may not let her learn how to look at people."

Li Baihan pursed his lips.

He understands his grandfather's intentions. The old man has always educated his children and grandchildren like this, giving them the greatest trust and freedom, letting them go out to fight, and never interfering with their friendship.

He believes that the best education is the lessons from the outside world.

If you fall down, get up again; if you trust the wrong person, you will know what kind of person you can trust next time,

Although sometimes the price to be paid will be very tragic, but if the children and grandchildren are placed in the comfort zone, it will not be conducive to their growth.

Mr. Li turned his head to look at his stupefied look, and said, "It's a pity that Wei girl has a bad life, and she was killed by accident before she could see clearly what Miaoyi is like."

At this time, if old man Li knew that Song Weiwei's fall off the cliff was caused by Miao Yiren, he would regret it in his heart.

Li Baihan lowered his eyes, with a gloomy expression on his face, "It was my fault back then, I shouldn't have used such drastic means to force her to leave me."

Old Man Li stretched out his hand and patted his arm, "Bo Han, this is the end of the matter, we can only look forward."

With a heavy heart, Li Baihan left Li's house, he drove to Guangyu Mountain, chatted with Mr. Li for a while, he wanted to go back to Guangyu Mountain to have a look.

At dusk, when he arrived in front of Guangyu Mountain Villa, he stopped the car and got out of the car.

It was dusk, and the setting sun shone on him, stretching his figure long. The autumn scenery was bleak, and he looked very lonely.

He stood in front of the door for a while, and the security guard saw him and walked out quickly.

"Master, why are you here, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Li Baihan looked up at the villa in front of him, the courtyard villa was so familiar, as if it had never changed.

This place is like his long-sealed heart, for so many years, even if he came to pay homage to Weiwei at the Clothes Tomb, he never dared to set foot here.

He dare not face it!
"Let me take a look." Li Baihan swallowed his bitterness, and walked towards the bronze gate.

The security guard quickly opened the way ahead, opened the bronze door and let him in, Li Baihan climbed the steps step by step, memories slowly came to mind.

Before he and Song Weiwei got married, Mr. Li bought the land and built this villa as their new house.

He remembered that Song Weiwei was very reluctant to leave Li's house at that time, and coquettishly told the old man that she would stay with grandpa for the rest of her life.

Old Man Li coaxed her with a smile, "You will be Bai Han's wife from now on. You go out to live alone, and the young couple can do whatever they want. How uncomfortable is it to live in a mansion?"

It was said that they were newlyweds, but on the night they got married, he didn't touch her.

At that time, Song Weiwei was only 19 years old and still in college. He thought that she was too young, and he was afraid that the affairs of men and women would distract her from studying, so he had no choice but to restrain his desire.

It's just that the girl bloomed after she got married, juicy and juicy like a peach on a branch in early summer, and when she was tired of him, he would always have thoughts.

Later, he really couldn't restrain his desire to get close to her, so he had no choice but to avoid her, going out early and returning home late, avoiding as much as he could, occasionally bumping into her hurt eyes, he couldn't help but want to vent his lovesickness.

Until his illness overwhelmed him.

During that time, he seemed to be living in purgatory, and the pain made him feel worse than death, but every time he saw Song Weiwei's bright eyes when he saw him, he wanted to catch her, even if it was hell, let her follow her He sinks.

However, like a flower that has just bloomed, she is so vigorous and full of vitality. She has already experienced the death of her closest relative, so how could he bear to watch her suffer the pain of losing her beloved again?
He couldn't bear it, so he became the executioner.

Now that he was still alive, the person he wanted to protect had already disappeared.

Li Baihan stood in front of the gate, he raised his hand, but he didn't push the door open for a long time.

The grief was too heavy for him to face, so he could only cowardly escape again and again.

The security guard stood behind him, watched his movements, and didn't dare to remind him. After waiting for a long time, Li Baihan slowly withdrew his hand, "Uncle Zhao, please stay here all these years, I'm going back."

After speaking, he hurriedly left.

As night fell, the street lamps in the courtyard lit up one after another, illuminating the slender figure who left in a state of embarrassment, as if trying to persuade him to stay.

Uncle Zhao sighed deeply, and looked back at the villa in front of him that was silent in the night, he shook his head.

The young master still can't face the past.

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Li Baihan got into the car, and he was sitting in the driver's cab, his heart seemed to have a big hole cut by some sharp instrument, and he leaned on the back of the seat with a painful expression.

After a long time, he restarted the car and drove down the mountain.

Half an hour later, with a bouquet of flowers in his arms and a bottle of wine in his right hand, Li Baihan came to the Clothes Tomb at the foot of Guangyu Mountain.

The Clothes Tomb was exquisitely repaired, like a round castle in foreign countries, with a stele in front, engraved with the date of Song Weiwei's birth and death.

Li Baihan stood still in front of the stele, his eyes swept over the inscription, and landed on the upper right corner, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the flowers in his arms suddenly fell to the ground.

What about photos?
Why is the photo missing?
Li Baihan hurried over and searched around the tombstone, but he couldn't find even half a fragment of the photo. The photo was clearly still there when he came last time.

He looked around frantically, but found nothing.

His eyes were red with anxiety, and he quickly took out his mobile phone to make a call, "Jiang Huai, your name is Zhou Zheng, come to Guangyu Mountain immediately."

Hearing his tense and stern voice, Jiang Huai realized that something was wrong, and quickly said: "President Li, what happened, where are you in Guangyu Mountain now, Zhou Zheng and I will come over immediately."

Li Baihan gritted his teeth, "Vivi's photo is gone."

"What photo?" Jiang Huai was in the fog, but he also knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly called Zhou Zheng.

"Vivi's photo, the photo on the tombstone."

Jiang Huai turned pale in shock, who would take the photo on the tombstone if he had nothing to do, and he was not afraid of bad luck, but he dared not say anything, "Mr. Li, we will be there soon."

Li Baihan hung up the phone. He stood in front of the tombstone, staring at the place where the photo was missing, and the pain in his heart gradually intensified.

Six years ago, he couldn't protect her person, and six years later, he couldn't even protect her photo.

"Weiwei, are you blaming me in the sky, blaming me for betraying you, but..."