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

After dinner, Song Weiwei helped the aunt clean up the kitchen, but the aunt politely said no, but was stopped by Song Weiwei.

When she was a child, she spent a lot of time at her aunt's house. At that time, every family was very poor, and a bowl of corn paste with pickles was the most delicious food.

At that time, she was not as high as the stove, and after eating, she set up a stool to wash the dishes. Often the dishes were cleaned and the clothes were all wet.

The aunt will find her daughter's clothes to change for her, and then help her wash the clothes.

Now that Song Weiwei has grown up, she is a bit taller than the stove, standing there wearing an apron, even in a rough and flowered jacket, she is very eye-catching.

Li Baihan leaned against the door of the kitchen, with his hands folded around his chest, watching her quietly.

Song Weiwei felt that someone was watching her. As soon as she raised her head, she bumped into the man's exceptionally deep eyes, and her heart beat violently.

She looked away, thinking in a panic, what is Li Baihan looking at?
She really wanted to adjust her glasses to hide her guilty conscience, but after looking at the foam on her hands, she gave up and continued to wash the dishes.

"Boss Li, the kitchen is very dusty, it's not the place for you to come."

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, and said meaningfully: "I can't come because of you?"

"I'm washing the dishes, and you're just watching." Song Weiwei washed a stack of dishes and rinsed them under the faucet. The water splashed everywhere, as if she was dissatisfied in her heart.

"En." Li Baihan responded lightly, his voice was low and magnetic, "You are very capable."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Sorry, she was wrong.

After washing the dishes, the two walked out of the kitchen. The aunt made the bed. Seeing them coming, she felt a little embarrassed, "There are only two bedrooms in my house. Mr. Li, you sleep in the one on the right. Miss Song and I will squeeze together."

Song Weiwei nodded, "Okay."

Li Baihan couldn't help frowning, he looked at Song Weiwei, and said to the aunt, "Madam, let me have a few words with her alone."

After speaking, he dragged Song Weiwei into the yard.

At this moment, everything is sounding. Everyone in the village goes back to the house early, and the doors of every house are closed. Occasionally, there is the sound of the TV, and the volume is low again after a while.

The two walked out of the yard and came to the hillside.

Looking up, the mountains in the distance reflect the dark blue sky, which is so beautiful.

Song Weiwei broke free from his hand, and she took two steps forward, "President Li, what do you want to tell me?"

Li Baihan walked to her side, looked at her sideways, frowned and said, "Why don't you sleep with me?"

Song Weiwei was a little bit overwhelmed by his questioning, she stared, and it took her a long time to realize, "Why should I sleep with you?"

"Because we are..." Li Baihan almost blurted out the remaining two words, but Li Baihan swallowed them back forcefully. He slowed down his tone and said humiliatingly, "We are friends with benefits."

Song Weiwei was stunned. For a moment just now, she thought that Li Baihan would say the word "husband and wife", her heart was in her throat, and at this moment, he said "We are friends with benefits" and hit her chest hard .

She sneered: "so what do you want to do to me in someone else's house?"

Li Baihan was tongue-tied, he didn't mean that, but he thought she should sleep with him, "Why are you so shameless?"

Song Weiwei was so angry that she pointed to herself, feeling indisputable, "You...I...Who on earth is impure in thinking?"

"You!" Li Baihan slapped him back without hesitation.

Song Weiwei vomited blood.

Otherwise, how can Li Baihan attract Miao Yiren, both of them are the originators of the fight.

Obviously the atmosphere was right at this time, and it was completely disturbed by some people's unreasonableness. Song Weiwei turned around and walked into the yard.

There is a custom in my hometown, even if husband and wife stay in other people's house, they have to live separately, because they will be taboo, not to mention the relationship between her and Li Baihan is not clear, why should they live together?
Song Weiwei went back to her aunt's house, after a simple wash, she went into the bedroom where her aunt was, and she sat on the bed knitting a sweater.

Seeing Song Weiwei coming in, her expression seemed to be full of anger, she asked with a smile: "What's the matter, did you quarrel with Mr. Li?"

Song Weiwei sat down by the bed, the arrangement in front of her was still very familiar, as if it hadn't changed in ten years, but when she looked at the aunt, her hair shone faintly with silver light under the light.

The years have mercilessly branded on the hair on the corner of her forehead and mouth.

"Nothing, he is my boss, how dare I argue with him?" Song Weiwei said angrily.

The aunt just smiled and knit for a while, and she said: "I have prepared the things you want and put them under the eaves. You go quietly tomorrow and come back quietly."

Song Weiwei nodded, "Okay."

At five o'clock the next morning, Song Weiwei got up quietly and walked out from the kitchen without disturbing Li Baihan who was sleeping in the bedroom on the right.

She found a bamboo basket in a pile of firewood, which contained the things she wanted, and she quietly went out the door with the basket.

The early morning wind was chilly and blew over from the valley, and Song Weiwei's hair was messed up, almost blocking her view.

Walk across the small arch bridge, turn around and arrive at the Song family's old house.

The weeds in front of the gate were all removed, but the desolate scene was still hard to conceal. She stood in front of the gate and was sad for a long time, until it was getting brighter. If she didn't go to worship, she might be bumped into by Li Baihan.

She went around the front of the house and came to the back of the house. The weeds on the cemetery had been removed. She didn't dare to touch the tombstone yesterday afternoon, for fear that Li Baihan would see something.

At this time, she placed the offerings and sacrifices in front of the tombstone, and gently stroked the tombstone, "Grandpa, I'm here to see you. I'm sorry, it's six years late."

A mist suddenly appeared in her eyes, and her voice was choked up.

"A lot of things have happened in these years. I have been in Jiangcheng and returned to my parents. They treated me very well, because they have always blamed themselves for losing me back then."

"Grandpa, thank you for raising me as your own granddaughter for many years. I am unfilial. I dare not come to see you even though I am still alive."

Song Weiwei knelt down in front of the tombstone, took out the wax paper money and lit it.

"Are you angry with me? You have never been in my dreams these years. I want to explain to you why I don't come to see you, but you have never been in my dreams."

"Grandpa, when things are over, I will come to see you often, so don't be angry with me."

The paper money was ignited at one point, the flames were soaring high, and the ashes flew in the wind, which seemed to show the happiness of the old man, and the firelight lit up Song Weiwei's eyes.

Her eyes reflected the tombstones and firelight, and she was very sad.

It was also in this bleak season when I sent my grandfather away. She cried and fainted in front of the tombstone, and was brought back to Li's house by Li Baihan. Since then, she has no worries about food and clothing.

Thinking about it now, the happiest time for her was when she lived with her grandfather in this old house.

Although poor, but spiritually relaxed and rich.

At that time, her biggest dream was to go to university and go to work as soon as possible. She wanted to earn a lot of money, take her grandfather to where he wanted to go, and to eat what he wanted to eat.

However, the world is unpredictable, she has no time to do anything, and her grandfather has passed away.

Song Weiwei talked a lot, as if she wanted to tell her grandfather everything that happened in the past six or seven years, but the sky was getting brighter, and she even heard the voices of passers-by.

She knew that after a while, Li Baihan would wake up, and if she didn't go back, she might arouse his suspicion.

She stood up, took a deep look at the tombstone, and left with a bamboo basket.

Behind her, a tall and slender figure came out from behind the wall, looked at her receding back, and did not look away until he could no longer see her.

He walked slowly to the tombstone, bent down and knelt down on one knee, the paper money in front of him had been burned completely, and he looked at the tombstone with intense emotions surging deep in his eyes.

"Grandpa, you've recognized her a long time ago, haven't you?"

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Song Weiwei returned to the aunt's house and put the bamboo basket back to its original place. It was still early, and she subconsciously glanced at the bedroom on the right, but there was no movement inside.

Li Baihan still sleeping?

In the countryside, cocks crowed and dogs barked in the morning, and the loud voice could be heard clearly in the room. At this moment, the factory had started work, and the construction site where the factory was being built was also opened. There was so much noise around, Li Baihan probably couldn't sleep.

When the aunt came out with breakfast, she saw Song Weiwei poking her head. She smiled and said, "You came back so soon, are you looking for Mr. Li? He got up for a run in the morning."

Song Weiwei's heart shuddered.

The aunt didn't notice it, and continued to say cheerfully: "People in the city are used to taking care of themselves well, so they still have to run so early in the morning."

Song Weiwei bit her lower lip, turned around and looked at the gate of the courtyard, Li Baihan went for a run, would she find that she secretly went to pay homage to her grandfather?

She panicked.

Suddenly a tall and straight figure broke into the eyelids, and Li Baihan strode in. The broken hair on his forehead was wet, it was unknown whether it was wet from sweat or the morning dew.

The two looked at each other, and Song Weiwei was inexplicably startled.

I don't know if it's because of her guilty conscience, she always feels that the way Li Baihan looks at her is not right, but she can't tell what is wrong.

Standing at the door, she said to Li Baihan who came over, "My aunt said you went for a run, and you really don't miss a day."

Li Baihan approached and stopped in front of her. He looked down at her, his heart was turbulent, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.What he wanted to do the most right now was to hug her tightly into his arms.

But he can't.

In fact, as early as when Song Weiyi mixed bitter gourd juice into his coffee, he had already started to doubt her identity. Later, Jiang Huai went to Jiangcheng to investigate her, and the information he found seemed to be disclosed to him in advance.

At that time, he knew that if he continued to search, he would not be able to find out what he wanted.

Coupled with the investigation of Song Weiwei, there has been no progress for half a year. If there were no obstructions, how could they not make any difference?
Therefore, he called Jiang Huai back because he was afraid that if he pushed her into a hurry, she would directly throw a tomb to him.

At first, he wasn't sure that Song Weiwei and Song Weiwei were the same person. They didn't look alike in outline, but their bones were very similar. Occasionally, he would misidentify them for a moment.

If there were too many misidentifications, he would naturally have doubts.

Especially when Song Weiwei occasionally looked at him with piercing hatred. She thought she was hiding well, but he had already seen through her.

After observing her quietly for so long, he was almost certain that she was Song Weiwei, that's why he brought her to Songjiagou to show her flaws.

Just now, he could have blocked her in front of Grandpa Song's tombstone, forcing her to reveal her true colors, so that she could no longer pretend to be in front of him.

but……

He is timid!

Even though he had the evidence in hand, he still didn't dare to show himself in front of her, because six years ago, he really broke her heart by not wanting her first.

He wasn't sure if she would stay by his side after piercing this layer of window paper, so he could only continue to pretend that he didn't know anything.

The two looked at each other quietly.

For a moment, Song Weiwei felt that his eyes were like an abyss, and he was about to suck her in. She looked away, "Do you want to wash your face? I'll get some hot water."

There is hot water in the shower room, and the aunt usually washes her face in the shower room, but the space inside is cramped, Li Baihan is tall and has long legs, it will be very crowded to go in.

She walked past Li Baihan, when the man grabbed her wrist suddenly, she was startled, and subconsciously wanted to shake off his hand.

Li Baihan held it tightly, not letting her break free.

"I..." He opened his mouth, but his voice was very hoarse, as if full of complicated emotions, he closed his eyes, trying to force back the burning feeling in his eyes.

Song Weiwei looked at him, always feeling that his mood was a little weird, she frowned, "President Li, what's wrong with you?"

Li Baihan probably wouldn't have discovered anything, but if he did, he would definitely question her on the spot and ask her why she hid her identity and came back.

Li Baihan cleared his throat and said, "I just went for a run and I'm a little thirsty, please pour me a glass of water."

"Oh." Song Weiwei responded, and then coughed twice. She felt that she was guilty of guilt, and Li Baihan's every move made her overreact.

She calmed down and reminded herself to be calm and not to get confused.

She turned around and walked towards the main room, and stopped after taking two steps. She lowered her eyes and looked along her arm, her wrist was still held by Li Baihan.

She frowned, "Mr. Li, if you don't let go, how can I pour water for you?"

Li Baihan seemed to have just realized that he was still holding her wrist tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear before his eyes.

Song Weiwei looked at him suspiciously, "President Li?"

Li Baihan pursed his lips, and reluctantly let go of her. When his palm was empty, his heart was also empty. Seeing her turn and leave, he hurriedly followed.

Song Weiwei rubbed her wrist. In fact, his strength was not heavy and it didn't hurt, but it just made her feel that her skin was numb as if she had been scalded.

She didn't notice the man following behind her. She was thinking about the abnormality of the man. Could it be that he felt guilty when he returned to Songjiagou and remembered the past?

She walked into the main room, found a paper cup and poured half a cup of boiling water, then picked up the glass teapot on the table, which contained cold boiling water, and the temperature was just right when the two were combined.

She picked up the paper cup and almost bumped into Li Baihan who was behind her when she turned around. She was startled, but luckily the water didn't splash out, "What's wrong with you, you followed behind silently, you'll scare people to death do you know?"

Li Baihan frowned, "Don't say dead words."

Song Weiwei looked at his downcast handsome face, she said helplessly: "You won't die if you say death, why are you suddenly jealous?"

With a straight face, Li Baihan took the paper cup from her hand, "Anyway, I forbid you to say this word."

Song Weiwei curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "Despotism, domineering, dictatorship!"

Li Baihan was laughed at by her, and he gave a soft "um" in a particularly doting tone, "Whatever you say, I won't refute."