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

Song Weiwei suppressed the doubts in her heart, looked up at Song Yuheng, "Jiang Huai said he was on a business trip, I believed it, and didn't think much about it."

Song Yuheng said to himself that it seems that Li Baihan doesn't trust Song Song, she is his secretary, but his whereabouts are kept from her, he said: "It should be nothing serious, you go and have a look."

Song Weiwei looked at him, and she didn't know if it was because of the lights. She felt a dark color smeared in her brother's eyes, as if she was holding back something.

She nodded, "OK."

Li Baihan's ward is in a single room on the top floor. The patients living on this floor are either rich or expensive, and the protection of the patients is very strict.

When she went in, she was called out by the nurse's desk for registration information, and Jiang Huai finally came out to pick her up before she was allowed to go in.

Seeing her, Jiang Huai looked a little unnatural, "Secretary Song, I didn't do Tai Chi with you on purpose two days ago, you know that if the matter of Mr. Li's illness is leaked, the consequences will be very serious."

"I understand." Song Weiwei said expressionlessly.

Jiang Huai was choked by her and didn't know how to explain it, so he had to send him to the door of the ward. He said, "Secretary Song, you came just in time. I haven't been home for several days. Please take care of President Li for me. I'll take a shower and change clothes in a while, and I'll be back."

Before Song Weiwei agreed, Jiang Huai had already slipped on his feet.

She stood at the door of the ward, looking at the empty corridor, and sighed inwardly.

After a while, she raised her hand and knocked on the door, and a weak bass came from inside, "Come in."

Song Weiwei curled up her fingers raised in mid-air. After not hearing his voice for three days, she realized that she was missing him a little.

She pushed open the door and went in. The single ward upstairs was not as white as the quadruple room downstairs, the walls were not so white, and the bed sheets had little flowers. In addition to the bed, there were small sofas and closets, which looked very cozy.

Li Baihan was not on the hospital bed, he stood in front of the window and looked out of the window, his back was bleak, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight in just a few days.

Song Weiwei pursed her lips and walked slowly behind him.

"I heard that you are sick, why don't you just lie on the bed and recuperate, what do you do when you get up?"

The moment he heard her voice, Li Baihan turned around abruptly, too quickly, he hadn't eaten for several days, and his body swayed unconsciously.

Song Weiwei quickly reached out to support him, "I'll help you to lie down."

Li Baihan looked at her without blinking, as if he didn't quite believe that she would appear here, and Song Weiwei's heart pounded when he saw it.

Half of the weight of the man's body was on her. She helped him walk to the hospital bed step by step. Seeing him sitting on the bed, she leaned over and picked up the quilt to cover him.

As soon as she straightened up, her wrist was clasped by a cold hand. She looked down and met the slightly panicked gaze of the man, "What's wrong?"

"Don't go." Li Baihan tightly clasped her wrist, staring at her, afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Song Weiwei laughed and said, "I'm not leaving. There are some urgent documents that need your signature, so I'll bring them to you."

Li Baihan still didn't let her go, and he didn't take his eyes off her face. He had a lot of things in his heart, but he didn't dare to say a word to her.

He was afraid that she would leave him if he opened this layer of window paper, and he was not even willing to make excuses with him.

Song Weiwei looked down at the big hand on her wrist. The back of the hand was cyan, and the needle was attached to it. It looked very miserable.

She took out a few documents from the tote bag and put them in front of him, then took out a signature pen and handed them to him, saying: "These are urgently needed by the lower levels. You are not in the company, and they have been backlogged."

Li Baihan doesn't want to deal with business at the moment, but it seems that other than work, other topics between them are minefields, so he dare not talk about it.

He took the signature pen, reluctantly let go of her wrist, his heart was empty, his eyes were still glued to her body and refused to move away.

Song Weiwei always felt that something was wrong with him, so she raised her other free hand and waved it in front of his eyes, "Mr. Li, don't look at me, look at the documents."

Li Baihan didn't even blink his eyes, he still looked at her, and replied, "Yes."

Song Weiwei opened the file and saw that he still had no intention of letting go of her, and his eyes were fixed on her, so she said, "President Li, did my face bloom today?"

Li Baihan sized her up carefully, her face didn't bloom, but her face was more beautiful than flowers, "Yeah."

Song Weiwei: "??"

She had question marks all over her head, and she couldn't quite understand the meaning of "Li's errand method". He wouldn't burn out his brain for a few days, right?
She touched her face and didn't find it strange. She tried to pull her arm, but she couldn't pull her wrist out of his palm.

Song Weiwei looked at him helplessly, "Mr. Li, you're pinching my wrist so hard that it's about to break."

Hearing what she said, Li Baihan immediately let her go in a panic, looked down, and saw a circle of red marks on her wrist, a trace of self-loathing flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, as long as he was by her side, he would hurt her.

Song Weiwei moved a chair over and sat down by the bed. She stared at Li Baihan, always feeling that he was weird today, not to mention his slow reaction, and the way he looked at her was also weird.

"President Li, I have checked all the terms and conditions of the document, and there is nothing wrong with it. Please take a look again."

Li Baihan opened the document silently. There were densely packed small characters on the snow-white A4 paper. His mind was not on the document, so naturally he didn't read a single word.

From the corner of her eye, Song Weiwei leaned on the back of the chair, her eyes turned around in the ward, and finally fell back on Li Baihan.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, she leaned over slightly, "President Li, are you feeling unwell? If so, I'll read it to you."

In the next second, Li Baihan handed the document to her.

Song Weiwei: "..."

She just said casually, why is he so rude?
But the words were out of her mouth, and Li Baihan seemed really uncomfortable. She took the document and began to read it to him one by one. She read it intently, but she didn't realize that the man didn't listen to a word.

Li Baihan leaned on the pillow, looking at Song Weiwei quietly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Song's mother's words tore his whitewashed peace into pieces.

As long as he thought that she had been lying on the hospital bed without knowing anything about her, and their child was still pregnant in her stomach, he could not forgive himself for his recklessness and heartlessness back then.

He tore and tortured himself in pain, but he couldn't make up for the harm he caused her.

He didn't even dare to expose her real identity.

Because he was afraid that once exposed, she would leave him forever, and he had no position to keep her.

Song Weiwei felt those two burning eyes lingering on her all the time, she raised her eyelids, and met his gaze unexpectedly.

Li Baihan's breath was stagnant, he quickly looked away, and looked elsewhere.

Song Weiwei wondered, what happened to him, why did he look at her so strangely?
She suppressed the doubts in her heart, and after reading a document, she only felt that her mouth was extremely dry. She got up and wanted to pour a glass of water, but his wrist was held by him again.

Being used to being raided, Song Weiwei wasn't even surprised this time, "I'm going to get a glass of water, I'm thirsty."

Hearing this, Li Baihan withdrew his hand and looked at her helplessly.

Song Weiwei turned around and walked to the coffee table, picked up the kettle and poured herself a glass of water. She drank a couple of sips, relieved her smoldering throat, and said, "I've finished reading, please sign."

Li Baihan picked up a pen and signed his name at the end of the document. He signed it too hastily, and the handwriting was much more scribbled than usual, as if he was afraid that if he was a second longer, she would disappear out of thin air.

Song Weiwei walked towards the hospital bed with a water glass in her hand, seeing that he had signed the letter in no time, and hurriedly looked for her figure.

When he saw her, he seemed to be quietly relieved.

She sat down by the bed, took away the signed document, and opened another document to read to Li Baihan. In this way, the documents were processed very slowly, even though she had already speeded up her speech while reading.

After processing several documents, Song Weiwei put the documents back into her tote bag and was about to return to the company when a roar sounded in her ears.

She was startled, the sound became louder and louder, at first she thought it was a sound from outside the ward, but when she listened carefully, she realized that the sound came from inside the ward.

She raised her head in doubt, and saw Li Baihan's expression was unnatural, and his hand was lightly pressing on his stomach.

She immediately understood, the loud voice showed how hungry he was, she couldn't help laughing, "You're hungry, what do you want to eat, I'll go down and buy it."

Look at the time, it's already dinner time, Li Baihan has been in a coma for a few days, he should have just woken up today, and he hasn't had time to eat yet.

Li Baihan tightened his pale lips, looked at her without saying a word, and maintained his last stubbornness, "I'm not hungry."

And don't let her out of his sight.

Song Weiwei couldn't control the corners of her mouth slightly raised, knowing that he had strong self-esteem, she didn't make fun of him, and said, "Well, I'm hungry, then I'll go down and buy something to eat, and we'll eat together."

With Li Baihan like this, she was really worried about leaving.

Hearing that she wanted to leave, Li Baihan immediately grabbed the hem of her clothes, looked up at her, with a little more panic in his expression, "Don't leave."

Song Weiwei was stunned for a moment, "I won't go, I'll go to buy food."

Li Baihan knew that he was being unreasonable, but he didn't want her to leave his sight. He tightened his fingers by the hem of her clothes, "I'll go with you."

Song Weiwei looked down at him, always felt that he was particularly clingy today, was it because of his illness?

In fact, Li Baihan used to be very clingy when he was sick or drunk, and he would follow her wherever she went. After the reunion, this attribute of him seemed to have disappeared.

But the disease came back again.

"You are very weak. You should wait for me in the ward. I will be right back." Song Weiwei comforted her.

However, Li Baihan insisted on going his own way, "I want to go with you."

While talking, his hands clenched a little more, Song Weiwei couldn't help him with his appearance, she was silent for a while, and she said, "Okay, can you go then?"

"Yes." Li Baihan lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Just as his feet stepped on the slippers, his legs gave way and he was about to fall to the ground. Song Weiwei quickly supported him.

She helped him to sit on the bed again, she frowned and said: "President Li, you haven't eaten for a few days, why don't you wait for me on the bed?"

Li Baihan was unwilling.

Song Weiwei had no choice but to ring the bell and ask the nurse to bring the wheelchair. She thought that Li Baihan would not take the wheelchair, but when the wheelchair arrived, he sat in it calmly.

Song Weiwei: "..."

She ignored the nurse's surprised expression, and pushed the wheelchair out of the ward. During this period, Li Baihan would look back at her from time to time, as if to make sure she was there.

This feeling is ridiculous, even if Li Baihan is sick and becomes clingy, then this state is not right, she pursed her lips, "President Li..."

Li Baihan raised his head slightly, and looked at Song Weiwei's face from bottom to top. This angle was a bit strange, but he just felt relieved, "Huh?"

"Did you stay outside Song's house that day for a long time before you left?"

Li Baihan was taken aback, alarm bells were ringing in his heart, he couldn't let her know that Song's mother had gone to him that night and what she had said to him.

He lowered his head, "No, I'll leave after seeing you go in."

Song Weiwei pursed her lips. She had carefully observed his expression when she asked the question just now. There was a trace of panic on his face, which meant that he was lying.

But why would he lie?

"Really?"

Li Baihan clenched his hand hanging by his side into a fist, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually expanded, "Really."

Song Weiwei didn't ask any more questions, because she knew that even if she wanted to ask, he wouldn't honestly answer what she wanted to hear.

The two of them took the elevator downstairs and went to the hospital cafeteria to have lunch. It was time for lunch, and there were many family members of patients who came to eat. Song Weiwei was afraid that someone would accidentally hit the wheelchair, so she put Li Baihan aside, and she went to line up.

The line was very long, and while she followed the line, she turned her head to look at Li Baihan from time to time, and she noticed that every time she turned back, she happened to see him looking at her.

The man's eyes were particularly focused, and he never left her from the beginning to the end.

She was more puzzled, what happened to Li Baihan, he never followed her like this before, did he really lose his mind?

Soon it was her turn, she ordered porridge and light side dishes, and then quickly walked towards Li Baihan with the packed dinner, she hung the bag on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"There are a lot of people, so wait a long time."

Li Baihan shook his head.

Song Weiwei pushed him towards the elevator. Although she was puzzled in her heart, she didn't show it on her face. She pushed him back to the ward, and she took out the dinner and put it on the coffee table.

Li Baihan got off the wheelchair and sat on the sofa. Song Weiwei was sitting next to him. She served him a bowl of porridge, "Eat quickly."

Li Baihan didn't reach out to take it, his voice was low and hoarse, with a faint hint of coquettishness, "I don't have the strength."

Song Weiwei had several question marks on her forehead.

Seeing that he didn't intend to take the bowl at all, she suddenly understood what he meant, her pupils dilated slightly, "You don't want me to feed you, do you?"

Li Baihan looked at her quietly, and the answer was obvious.

Song Weiwei was convinced, she didn't want to read the document, she asked her to read it to him, and now she needs to feed her for dinner, "Mr. Li, are you a three-year-old child?"

Li Baihan looked at her without blinking, making it clear that she was determined to feed her.

Song Weiwei sighed, she must have owed him in her previous life, and he tortured her so much in this life, she said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I'll feed you, Li Sansui."

Li Baihan watched her scoop up a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth to cool it down, and then brought it to his mouth. He opened his mouth to swallow it, and couldn't help saying: "Song Weiwei, I will love you so much that I can't extricate myself."