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

As soon as the door was closed, Li Baihan knelt down on the ground along the door, wrapped in his wet clothes, making him feel cold all over.

But he didn't realize it at all, he just sat on the ground in a daze, staring blankly at the front, and Song's mother's words echoed in his ears repeatedly.

He only felt that the words were like sharp knives, cutting his heart, causing him unbearable pain.

It turned out that he was so wrong back then.

Song Weiwei didn't have a good night's sleep. She always dreamed that she was going downstairs, but every time she went downstairs, she would meet her family members, and finally returned to her room inexplicably.

The next day, she was awakened by the knock on the door, feeling exhausted, as if she had been running all night without stopping, and her whole body was sore.

The knock on the door continued, she rubbed her temples, got up to open the door, saw Song Yuheng standing outside the door, she forced a smile.

Song Yuheng saw the blue eyes in her eyes, he stretched out his hand and nodded, "What's the matter, didn't you sleep well?"

Song Weiwei yawned, "Maybe it's raining, I have no strength, and the joints in my bones hurt like the wind is blowing through."

Since she woke up, whenever the weather changed, especially during the rainy season, the injured part would hurt. Before that, she was raised at home almost, but during this period of tossing in Beicheng, something went wrong again.

Song Yuheng looked solemn, "Go in and lie down, I'll massage you."

Song Weiwei looked down at his well-proportioned fingers, and joked, "It's too good for you to give me a massage with your open hands."

Once Song Yuheng was teased by her, his serious expression could no longer be maintained. He pressed her shoulders and pushed her in, letting her lie on the bed.

"Your brother is your professional masseur, and you won't need anything else in your life."

Song Weiwei lay on the pillow, feeling her brother's strong fingers pressing on the sore joints, a warm current flowed through her heart, she closed her eyes slightly, and said, "I must have cultivated the blessings of three lifetimes before I met you, brother. "

Song Yuheng paused with her fingers, looked up at the back of her dark head, feeling sore in her heart.

If he had paid close attention to her back then and hadn't lost her, she should have grown up carefree, so how could she have suffered so much for nothing?
"If you feel uncomfortable anywhere in the future, you have to tell brother, brother is always on call."

The slender and strong fingers dredged the stagnant joints, making Song Weiwei feel comfortable and relaxed. She hadn't had a good rest, and she became sleepy after a while.

When she was in a daze, she heard his words and said in a low voice: "Brother, don't treat yourself as a sinner, I never blamed you."

Song Yuheng stared blankly at her side face, and heard her even breathing, and he sighed softly after a long time.

"You don't blame me, but I blame myself."

Song Weiwei slept until ten o'clock before she was woken up. The makeup artist and stylist were already waiting downstairs. She hurried to take a shower and was surrounded by people.

The makeup artist started to make up for her, and the other party has been doing makeup for the famous daughters all the year round, and they kept in mind which daughter would suit which style.

Seeing Song Weiwei's dress hanging on the shelf, she was already thinking about it, so she quickly found the cosmetics that suited her, and began to put on her makeup.

"Miss Song, your skin is in good condition, and your base makeup is very docile. Your dress today is suitable for a more elegant makeup look. Do you have any requirements?"

Song Weiwei glanced at the dress hanging there, "Just be casual."

"Okay, in fact, your temperament is more suitable for light makeup, and heavy makeup will cover up your own temperament."

Song Weiwei was sitting on a chair, playing with the tassels on the chair boredly. The makeup artist finished her base makeup and began to draw eye shadow, and the stylist followed her to shape her.

Half an hour later, the makeup and hairstyle were done, Song Weiwei put on her dress, and someone knocked on the door of the room.

The make-up artist went to open the door. He Lanzhou stood outside the door, and beside him stood Song Chenchen. Song Chenchen was wearing a small suit, and the little guy's hair had just grown. He was wearing a British hat at the moment, retro and handsome.

The two looked into the room and saw Song Weiwei approaching, their eyes straightened.

After a while, Song Chenchen tugged He Lanzhou who was stunned, "He Shushu, is my mommy pretty?"

"Pretty, so beautiful." He Lanzhou couldn't take his eyes away. Song Weiwei's dress was relatively conservative, but in his eyes it was inexplicably sexy.

He almost got a nosebleed.

"Song Song, am I lucky to be your Prince Charming today?" He Lanzhou bowed down as a gentleman, and handed over a hand, very humble.

Song Weiwei raised her chin slightly, and said very proudly: "My Highness agrees."

He Lanzhou held her hand and led her out of the room. Song Chenchen immediately ran to pick up his mother's skirt consciously, for fear that the skirt would trip her.

It was almost eleven o'clock now, and the Song family all rushed to the hotel to receive guests. Only He Lanzhou was temporarily dispatched to pick up Song Weiwei's mother and son.

The car drove towards the hotel, and almost all the guests had arrived. Mother Song was the protagonist of today's birthday party. She held Father Song's arm, and looked around the hall, but did not see Song Weiwei's mother and son.

She called Song Yuheng over and asked in a low voice, "Song Song hasn't arrived yet?"

Song Yuheng raised his wrist to look at the time, he said: "I called Lan Zhou just now, they have already set off and will arrive in a while."

"You go out to pick them up, the banquet will begin immediately." Father Song said.

Song Yuheng nodded, "I'll go right away."

After Song Yuheng left, Song's father looked at Song's mother, "Ma'am, if you really want to do this, don't discuss it with Song Song. If she disagrees, and the two families don't look good, then..."

Mother Song pursed her lips, "Today is my birthday, Song Song Xiaoshun, no matter how much she disagrees, she won't let me down at the birthday banquet."

Father Song frowned, "Why do you force the child like this?"

"If I don't force her, she might be like seven years ago. She narrowly escaped death. If it wasn't for Chenchen's illness, I wouldn't let her go to Beicheng to get close to that person." Mother Song smiled, But the voice kept shaking, "Honey, I can't lose her anymore."

Father Song stretched out his hand to hold her shoulders. To this daughter, they all owed her a heart, and wished they could hold the best things in the world in front of her.

But she has grown up, and she doesn't need food, clothes and money. She is like an isolated island. They spent five years, but they couldn't really get into her heart.

"If you force her like this, aren't you afraid that you will really force her to go to that person?" Father Song is still rational. He is worried that his wife's doing so will backfire.

Song's mother lowered her eyes and clenched her fingers slightly into fists, "I don't care, even if I can only stop them for a while, I will create a barrier between them, and I will not let him harm Song Song again."

Seeing his wife's resolute expression, Father Song sighed silently.

Song Yuheng went to the hotel gate to pick up Song Weiwei's mother and son and He Lanzhou. When he saw Song Weiwei walking towards him, his eyes lit up, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"Song Song, you are so beautiful today."

Song Weiwei lowered her head in embarrassment, "Thank you brother, you are also handsome today."

Song Yuheng put his arms around her shoulders, "Are you awake, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable anymore." Song Weiwei shook her head. It rained heavily last night. Although the temperature has dropped today, the sun is shining brightly, making it a good day.

Song Yuheng nodded, and Song Chenchen rushed over to hug his leg unwilling to be lonely, "Uncle is biased, I'm handsome today too."

Song Yuheng looked down at the little one beside her legs, leaned over and picked him up, "Yes, yes, our Chenchen is the prettiest cub today."

Song Chenchen couldn't be happier.

He Lanzhou followed quickly, and hugged Song Weiwei's shoulders carelessly, "I agreed that I will be your Prince Charming today, how could you leave me behind?"

Song Weiwei patted his hand away, "Don't move."

He Lanzhou rubbed her paws aggrievedly, "What a fickle woman, just treat me as a tool, no, I will follow you every step of the way today."

Song Weiwei rolled his eyes at him, and followed Song Yuheng to walk in. After taking two steps, she saw Jiang Huai standing outside the venue, and she paused.

Jiang Huai was holding a gift box in his hand, and when he saw her, he walked towards her. Song Yuheng naturally knew Li Baihan's right and left arm, so he blocked it subconsciously.

Song Weiwei pointed at Song Yuheng's clothes, "Brother, you take Chenchen in first, and I'll be there later."

Song Yuheng glanced at her, then gave Jiang Huai a secret warning look, then led Song Chenchen inside, saw He Lanzhou still standing there, he turned back and dragged He Lanzhou away.

He Lanzhou frowned and followed Song Yuheng, "Isn't that the assistant next to Li Baihan? Why did he come here?"

"Don't worry about it, just play well." Song Yuheng said.

He Lanzhou stared at him, "I'm not acting. As long as Song Song doesn't object on the spot today, then she will be my fiancee. If you want her back in the future, don't think I will agree."

Song Yuheng: "..."

It seems to be true, who doesn't know that Young Master He has lived among tens of thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching his body, and he has never planned to stop for any woman in his life.

Song Weiwei stood in front of Jiang Huai, and Jiang Huai handed the gift box to her, "President Li ordered me to deliver it."

Song Weiwei looked down at the gift box. She wanted to say no, but finally accepted it. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Where's President Li?"

Jiang Huai replied: "Boss Li has something to go back to Beicheng. It's too late to congratulate Mrs. Song on her birthday. Secretary Song, see you in Beicheng."

After speaking, Jianghuai strode away.

Song Weiwei looked sideways at his receding back, feeling that the gift box in her hand was heavy. Li Baihan came to Jiangcheng on purpose, but left before the birthday party started.

It's not like his style of doing things.

She didn't think much, and entered the venue with the gift box. Aunt Rong trotted over, saw that she was holding something in her hand, and quickly took it, "Song Song, the banquet has started, you quietly come on stage from the side."

Song Weiwei nodded and walked straight to the left.

Outside the hotel, Jiang Huai opened the car door, bent down and sat in the cab. He said that the man who had returned to Beicheng was sitting in the back seat.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse, "Has the gift been delivered?"

Jiang Huai looked at him slightly sideways. The light in the car was not bright. He saw the man's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he coughed lightly when he spoke. Now take you to the hospital."

Li Baihan leaned on the back of the chair, he closed his eyes lightly, and looked haggard, "No, go to the airport, you won't die."

Jiang Huai frowned, "Mr. Li, I don't know what happened between you and Secretary Song. You were drenched in the rain last night, and you are still running a fever. Your body is your own. If you don't care about it, you will die." People will cherish it."

Li Baihan smiled miserably, "What I have suffered with her is nothing. Stop talking nonsense and go to the airport."

Jiang Huai gritted his teeth, Li Baihan is a very stubborn person, once he made a decision, even ten horses would not be able to pull him back.

It was the same when he wanted to chase Mrs. Li back and found Miao Yiren to act in a play, and now he insisted on going back to Beicheng regardless of his physical condition.

"I'll take you to the hospital, and we'll go back to Beicheng when the fever subsides." After Jiang Huai finished speaking, he turned around and started the car to leave the hotel.

Li Baihan tilted his head and looked out the window. The car merged into the traffic flow. Gradually, he couldn't even see the outline of the hotel. He closed his eyes wearily.

Song's mother's few words, but dug a big hole in his heart. Before, he had no scruples and approached her whenever he wanted to.

Now, as long as he thinks about what she has experienced, he can no longer get close to her unscrupulously.

Everyone in this world is qualified, but he is not!
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Song Weiwei quietly stepped onto the stage and stood beside Song Yuanzhuo. There were many guests around the stage, and the atmosphere was ignited by the master of ceremonies. After Song's father said his congratulations, he invited the birthday star to speak.

Song's mother thanked the guests first, then sensationalized, and then called Song Weiwei to her side. Song Weiwei walked over and was held by Song's mother.

Mother Song's eyes lit up, "Everyone knows that this is my youngest daughter. She was homeless for nearly 20 years, and we finally found her. I have always felt that I owe her a lot these years..."

Song Weiwei looked at her, mother of Song spoke from the bottom of her heart, and tears were shining in her eyes after speaking, she couldn't help but gently squeezed her hand.

Under the stage, Miao Yiren was standing among the guests. Hearing these words, it was like thunder exploding in her ears. She looked at Song Weiyi who was wearing a gorgeous dress on the stage in disbelief.

She is the lost daughter of the Song family, how could it be possible?

Not to mention her difficult mood, Mother Song on the stage turned to look at Song Weiwei, "I have always wanted to find someone who loves her and entrust her to him, and now God pays off, I finally found this person .”

Song Weiwei was stunned for a moment, realizing what Song's mother was going to say, she quickly said: "Mom!"

But Song's mother pressed the back of her hand, signaling her to be calm, she faced the guests, her eyes fell on He Lanzhou, "Lan Zhou, come here."

Song Weiwei stared at He Lanzhou, with surprise and doubt in her eyes and questioned, what's going on?

He Lanzhou calmly stepped onto the stage, walked up to Song Weiwei, blinked at her indecently, and then faced the guests. Miao Yiren realized that a good show was about to begin. She quickly took out her phone, clicked on the recording function, and pointed the camera at Approved the couple on the stage.

I just heard Mother Li say: "Today I am announcing that Lan Zhou and Song Song will get engaged on an auspicious day in the near future, and I invite you all to the engagement banquet at that time."