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

Song Weiwei supported Li Baihan to lie down on the sofa. Just as he was about to leave, his wrist was grabbed by him. He looked at her with drunken eyes, "Thirst."

Song Weiwei was startled.

Watch He Lanzhou over there closely, shit, are you still being coquettish?

Song Weiwei looked at Li Baihan for a while, making sure that he was not lightly drunk, she broke away from his hand, bent down to pick up the kettle on the table, poured a glass of water and handed it over.

Li Baihan didn't reach out to take it, he looked at her innocently, his voice was hoarse due to alcohol, "Hands are soft, I can't hold it."

The meaning is obvious.

He Lanzhou's eyebrows were about to fly with anger, this man was too shameless, he walked over a few steps, took the water glass from Song Weiwei's hand, "Young Master Li, I'll feed you."

Li Baihan acted coquettishly halfway, when he saw He Lanzhou, he leaned his head on the sofa pillow and shut himself up.

He Lanzhou sneered, put the water glass on the coffee table, and dragged Song Weiwei to the restaurant, "Let's go eat, don't talk to him, he's hypocritical."

As the footsteps faded away, Li Baihan opened his eyes calmly. Everyone in the room, except Song Chenchen, had a deep hostility towards him.

The two brothers of the Song family are especially obvious.

He squinted his eyes. It stands to reason that he had no contact with them before, and he didn't steal their business or girlfriend. So where did their hostility towards him come from?

Because of Song Weiyi?
It is said that these two are sister-protecting madmen, and they despise him simply because they like their sister, at most they hate him, and they don't carry such deep hostility.

So why exactly?

Low voices came from the dining room, a little far away, they deliberately lowered the volume, Li Baihan couldn't hear it clearly.

Moutai has a very high degree, and now his stamina is picking up, his voice gradually fades away, and his world is quiet.

In the restaurant, Song Weiwei was sitting next to Song Yuanzhuo. He didn't look good when he drank, even if he drank more than one glass of white wine, he looked like a normal person at the moment.

But Song Weiwei knew that he had drunk a lot when she smelled the strong smell of alcohol.

"Second brother, why don't you go to Chenchen's room and lie down for a while?"

Song Yuanzhuo waved his hand, "It's okay, I'll lie down for a while, eat quickly, don't be hungry."

Song Weiwei's eyes turned hot, "I'm going to make hangover soup."

As soon as she got up, Song Yuanzhuo grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to sit down again, "Okay, don't make trouble, eat something first."

"Oh."

Aunt Rong used a colander to pick up vegetables for Song Weiwei. Many things were overcooked. She took them out and put them aside, then put fresh ones back in.

After a while, the pot boiled, and the spicy fragrance was overflowing.

After eating the hot pot, Song Weiwei helped Aunt Rong clean up the dining table, and went to the kitchen to cook sober soup. Song Yuanzhuo drank a bowl, and most of the wine sobered up.

Seeing that he was sober, Song Yuheng said, "I'm going back to the hospital, can I take you back on the way?"

Song Yuanzhuo pressed the painful temple, and glanced at the tall man lying on the sofa, "We are all gone, what about him?"

"Let him sleep here." Song Yuheng said.

Song Yuanzhuo pursed his lips, and nodded after a while, "Okay, Lan Zhou, you come with us."

He Lanzhou looked at Li Baihan, and then at Song Weiwei. Although he was reluctant, he didn't say anything, and left with the Song brothers.

Aunt Rong came out of the kitchen and saw Song Weiwei standing in the living room, looking like she didn't know what to do with Li Baihan, she said, "Why don't you wake up Mr. Li and let him sleep in your room?"

Song Weiwei shook her head, "No need, Aunt Rong, you go to my room and get a thin blanket to cover him, then go and rest."

Aunt Rong opened her mouth, but didn't say anything, she went to get a thin blanket and covered Li Baihan.

She knew why the Eldest Young Master and the Second Young Master let Mr. Li stay here, but they just used him as a tool to conceive a child.

Chenchen waits for the umbilical cord blood to save her life, but Song Song's attitude is somewhat negative.

She sighed, she couldn't persuade her about such things, so she had to go back to her room.

Song Weiwei turned off the lights in the living room, leaving only two wall lamps. She turned and went back to the door of the master bedroom, which closed with a "click".

In the living room, Li Baihan, who was still sleeping soundly, opened his eyes silently.

Song Weiwei was leaning against the bed, reading a financial statement in her hand, and there were reports from several companies on the bedside table, as well as the third quarter financial statements of the luxury store.

Although the company is managed by professional managers, Song Weiwei didn't let them all go.

The report of high-end stores in the third quarter is much better than that in the second quarter, mainly due to the popularity of high-end customized models in the new season.

The high-end customization of the C family is in great demand in Beicheng. In addition to the daughters of wealthy families, there are also many gold-collar workers who need to participate in the dinner party. That's why Song Yuanzhuo won the agency right in China.

The agency right of this company is not something that can be won by rich and powerful, but contacts are also needed.

After reading the report for a long time, she suddenly heard a muffled "boom" from outside the door. She quickly put down the report, put on her slippers and opened the door to go out.

The corridor outside the door was lit, and there was light seeping from the guest bathroom. Song Weiwei glanced in the direction of the living room, but there was no sign of Li Baihan on the sofa.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, "President Li, are you okay?"

After a few seconds, Li Baihan's voice came from inside, "I'm fine."

Hearing his tense voice, Song Weiwei frowned and leaned against the wall to wait for him to come out. After a few minutes, the sound of water came from inside.

The sound of water soon stopped, the door of the guest guard opened from the inside, Li Baihan's shirt was half wet, his chest muscles were faintly visible under the translucent clothes.

Song Weiwei glanced over, her throat was a little dry, she looked away without any trace, "Did you fall?"

Li Baihan put one hand on the door frame, trying to maintain a graceful appearance, "I didn't fall, I kicked the cabinet."

Song Weiwei lowered her head subconsciously. He was wearing disposable slippers, and a light red was stained on the white shoes. She frowned, "Are you injured?"

"fine."

In fact, there was something wrong, the kick was a bit violent, the nail of his big toe was kicked over, and blood was oozing, but he didn't intend to let her know.

Song Weiwei didn't talk nonsense with him, she helped him into the living room, and pushed him to sit on the sofa.

She knelt down in front of him and reached out to take off his slippers, but Li Baihan quickly avoided her hand, "Don't touch it, it's dirty."

Song Weiwei looked up at him. She didn't know what she had done wrong, so she held his ankle and carefully took off her slippers.

Li Baihan's skin is very fair, especially since he never wears sandals, his insteps are so white that the blood on his big toe stands out.

She looked at the half-turned toenails, there were faint blood oozing out, she couldn't help shivering, it hurt just looking at it.

"Why are you so careless?" She couldn't help scolding.

It is said that the ten fingers connect to the heart, no matter whether it is a finger or a toe that is injured, it will be very painful.

Li Baihan slightly bent his knees, seeing her anxious appearance, his eyes lit up, "Song Weiwei, do you love me?"