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

Song Weiwei realized that she had slipped her mouth, she quickly closed her mouth tightly, looked at Li Baihan innocently, and burst out a sentence from between her teeth.

"I didn't say anything."

Li Baihan stared at her, his eyes gradually became severe, "Song Weiyi, am I too used to you?"

If it were someone else who lost Song Weiwei's portrait at this moment, the grass on the other side's grave would grow three feet by today's next year.

But this person is Song Weiyi, and he can't do anything to her if he is angry.

Song Weiwei drew her lips in and shook her head quickly, he was spoiling her, when did this happen, why didn't she know?
Li Baihan felt angry, and raised his hand to pinch her cheek, "You're getting more courageous, are you sure I won't dare to do anything to you?"

Song Weiwei's cheeks were so painful from his pinching that they felt deformed. She gasped and said, "Mr. Li, I'm just talking about it. I really didn't move the photo."

Even if she moved, it was her own movement.

She is still alive, and her portrait is pasted on the tombstone. Is it bad luck?
Li Baihan squinted at her, obviously doubting the credibility of her words, "You just said you lost it if you didn't move?"

"It's all about my mouth," Song Weiwei patted his hand away, rubbing his face with the back of his hand, "You suspect that I will at least produce evidence, and if you have no evidence, you are slandering me."

Li Baihan laughed angrily, "Song Weiwei, are you trying to beat him up now?"

"Anyway, if there is no evidence, I didn't take it. Mr. Li, conviction must be convincing, right?" Song Weiwei planned to deny it to death.

But Li Baihan's attitude is really strange, at the beginning he dismissed her, but now he even has to track down the lost photo, who is he pretending to be affectionate for?

Li Baihan ground his back molars, she was going to deny it, but he really couldn't do anything about her.

Song Weiwei looked away and continued trimming his toenails.

Li Baihan lowered his eyes and looked at her side face quietly, her expression was focused, and for a moment, he would have the illusion that Song Weiwei was not in a car accident, and she was by his side.

After a while, Song Weiwei put down the nail scissors, took out Yunnan Baiyao and sprayed it on the open wound, and the air was filled with a refreshing medicinal smell.

Li Baihan felt that the hot pain on his toes was replaced by coolness, and he felt much more comfortable.

"The injury is not serious, so I won't wrap the gauze around it. Let it dry overnight tonight, and it will scab when I get up tomorrow morning. It should be fine to wear shoes," Song Weiwei said while packing the medicine box, and then pushed the medicine box under the coffee table.

She stood up and went to the guest bathroom to wash her hands.

When she came out, she almost bumped into Li Baihan who was standing outside silently, she subconsciously took a step back, and hit the doorknob with her back.

She frowned in pain, raised her eyes and stared at him, "Mr. Li, why are you so silent when you walk?"

Li Baihan watched her rubbing her lower back, showing worry, "Where did it hit, let me see."

Song Weiwei patted his hand away, she was wearing a nightdress, what did he want to see?
"It's getting late, and I have to go to work tomorrow, so Mr. Li should go to bed earlier."

Li Baihan leaned against the wall, stood with his hands folded around his chest, with a bit of a naughty expression on his face, "Then where should I sleep?"

"Sofa," Song Weiwei said unceremoniously, "My sofa is quite spacious, and it must be no problem to fit President Li, so good night, President Li."

After speaking, she waved her hand, turned and walked towards the master bedroom.

As soon as she stepped forward, she felt a strong force behind her pulling her back. Before she could react, her body lightened and she was hugged horizontally.

Song Weiwei's eyes were spinning for a while, and she fell into a warm and firm embrace in the next second. She opened her eyes, and the spotlights above her head shone on the two of them.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, "What are you doing?"

"Sleep, of course."

Song Weiwei gritted her teeth, "Mr. Li, isn't it good for you to enter the room like this?"

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, his face full of anger, "Chenchen said that you can get in the kitchen and get on the bed, I just happened to verify...don't move, don't blame me if you fall in a while."

Song Weiwei was afraid that he would really throw her a dog, so she hugged his neck tightly with both hands, and even if he fell, they had to fall together.

Li Baihan wanted to laugh, just because she had such a stubborn personality, she was completely different from Song Weiwei, how could he mistook the two of them so often?
Li Baihan carried her into the room.

This was the first time he entered her boudoir. The door of this master bedroom was closed the last time he came, and he didn't have the habit of going to other people's master bedroom the first time he went to someone's house.

Only now did I see the true appearance of the room.

The master bedroom is very large, covering more than [-] square meters. In addition to the master bathroom, there is also a cloakroom.

In addition, there are bookshelves in the room. The bookshelves are full of various books. There is a small workbench next to the bookshelves. There are various carving and polishing tools on the workbench. There are several pairs of goggles hanging on the wall. .

Li Baihan didn't know what other girls' boudoirs were like, but Song's only boudoir made him feel special, just like she made him feel special.

He glanced roughly, and threw her on the big bed in the middle. She swayed several times on the soft big bed, and she was so dizzy from shaking her head.

She quickly got up from the bed, and seeing Li Baihan walking towards the workbench, she quickly got out of bed and followed.

There was a half-carved jade stone on the workbench. It was brought to her by her elder brother a few days ago. It was an order from Jiangcheng, and it cost 20 yuan per job.

Li Baihan stood in front of the workbench, picked up the semi-finished product on the workbench and looked at it, "Are you the birthday boy carved here?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the blueprint next to it, which was vividly drawn.

Song Weiwei stood beside him, looking at the messy countertop, she quickly tidied it up, "I've been rushing to work recently, so I haven't had time to tidy up the countertop."

"It's okay." Li Baihan put the semi-finished product back, and he walked to the bookshelf. Most of the books on the bookshelf were related to sculpture, and there were some foreign original documents.

He roughly scanned over and found that there were a lot of minority original language books, such as Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese, with a very rich variety of languages.

He randomly pulled out a book and opened it. In addition to a large number of pictures, there were also a lot of text.

"You can speak so many languages?" Li Baihan recalled Song Weiyi's resume, it seemed that she could speak six languages, and she was good at English, French and German.

Song Weiwei said indifferently: "To learn carving skills, in addition to some crafts in our country, you also need to know foreign knowledge, so I went to learn the language by the way."

Li Baihan turned his head to look at her, she was neither arrogant nor impetuous, nor proud of her own knowledge, which was rare, "It takes years for others to learn English, how long did it take you to learn so many languages?"

Song Weiwei smiled, "It didn't take long, maybe more than half a year for one language."

Li Baihan: "..."

Anyone who learns from the originator is talking about her!