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

In the dead of night, everything was quiet, and the ward was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. Li Baihan was lying on his side on the hospital bed. In the darkness, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, like a dormant beast in the night.

He stared at the direction of the sofa without blinking. The sofa was very small. Song Weiwei curled up on the sofa, covered with a quilt borrowed from the nurse's station, and sunk into the quilt.

He couldn't see her face, he could only vaguely see the protruding outline of the quilt, and the sound of light and even breathing came from his ear, and he slowly took his hand out of the quilt, as if he wanted to touch her.

However, the distance was too far, and he couldn't touch it at all.

The hand hanging in the air was gradually soaked by the coolness, and he slowly lowered his hand, feeling miserable and desolate in his heart.

He closed his eyes, and Song Weiwei's emotionless answer rang in his ears. She said she didn't like it, and she didn't like it a long time ago.

He clenched his hands into fists, and a pain spread from his heart to his whole body. The pain caused his liver and gallbladder to rupture, and his whole body convulsed.

He slowly curled himself up into a ball, his brow covered with cold sweat, and his breathing became short of breath.

Song Weiwei was lying on the bed. In fact, she was not asleep. She didn't sleep well all the time. It was easy to choose a bed if she changed places.

Before Chenchen was hospitalized, she stayed in bed with her for a few days, and basically never fell asleep.

At this time, she was staring at the ceiling with her eyes open. The curtains in the ward were drawn, and a faint light came in through the curtains, and she could vaguely see the shape of the lamp on the ceiling.

She counted in her heart, trying to hypnotize herself slowly, but the sound of breathing became heavier and heavier in her ears.

She tilted her head and looked in the direction of the hospital bed. In the darkness, she couldn't see Li Baihan's expression clearly, but she could see him curled up into a ball.

She frowned, with a little worry in her eyes.

After hesitating for a while, she lifted the quilt and sat up, and asked softly, "President Li, are you feeling unwell?"

Li Baihan didn't say anything.

Song Weiwei stared there, wondering if it was her illusion, she felt that the quilt seemed to be shaking slightly, so she quickly got up and walked over.

When she got closer, she realized that the person lying on the bed was indeed shaking, as if it was extremely cold.

She bent down to approach him, and heard his rapid breathing, obviously uncomfortable, she quickly reached out and turned on the light.

The light suddenly came on, and the strong light made her squint her eyes subconsciously, and then she saw the cold sweat on the man's forehead, and was startled.

"President Li, are you feeling unwell? I'll call the doctor right away."

As soon as she raised her hand to ring the bell, she was held by a cold hand. She was so shocked by the ice that she subconsciously held his hand instead.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Li Baihan slightly opened his eyes, his voice was hoarse, "Don't go, don't call the doctor, I'm fine."

"Your hands are very cold, and you are still sweating coldly on your forehead. I'll ask the doctor to come and take a look. If you're sick, you should be treated. Don't shy away from the doctor." Song Weiwei said.

Li Baihan closed his eyes and said persistently, "Don't call the doctor, I'm fine."

Song Weiwei didn't expect him to be so stubborn, she bit her lip, and finally nodded helplessly, "Then do you want some water?"

"No." Li Baihan shook his head, staring at her without blinking, with a somewhat pitiful expression, "I'm a little cold."

Song Weiwei said, "I'll go and turn up the heat."

In Beicheng, the heating is turned on in winter, and the temperature in the entire hospital is 26 degrees. The downstairs multi-occupancy wards are heated uniformly, and only the upstairs single room has a separate control system.

Li Baihan squeezed her wrist tightly, "No, you come up to sleep with me."

Hearing this, Song Weiwei felt a faint burning sensation on her cheeks, she said uncomfortably: "This is a hospital, and the bed is so small, I can't even lie down."

Even if it was a single room, the bed was not much bigger than a multi-person room, and Li Baihan alone occupied most of it, and it would be even more cramped if she lay on the bed.

Li Baihan moved to the side, and gave her most of the bed, looking at her with a pair of dark eyes.

Song Weiwei's expression was very conflicted, they were not in the same bed relationship, but at this moment, seeing the fragility in his brows and eyes, she couldn't refuse for a while.

half an hour.

She sighed, lifted the quilt and lay down in bed.

Li Baihan stretched out his hands to cover her with the quilt, and pressed his body tightly against her. His arms were around her waist, and his forehead was lightly pressed against her back.

Song Weiwei was shivering from the temperature of his body at first, but after a while, she was sweating from the heat from his skin.

She moved to the side, and was dragged back by the man in the next second. It was not enough for him to put one hand on her waist, and his legs were also on hers, which made her unable to move at all. posture.

Song Weiwei was a little out of breath, and she didn't know why he was going crazy, so she reached out and patted his thigh, and said in a low voice, "Take it down, it's sinking to death."

Li Baihan didn't move, but locked her even tighter.

"Sleep, when I fall asleep, I won't feel that I am sinking."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Who is used to such a rascal look?
This time Song Weiwei slept very tiredly, and when she woke up the next morning, she had a sore back and a sore back, and she hurriedly got out of bed under the meaningful eyes of the nurse who came in to give Li Baihan the infusion.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain something, but in the end she didn't say anything. She gave Li Baihan a vicious look, and limped towards the bathroom.

Li Baihan followed her all the time, and the nurse joked with a smile, "Mr. Li, your girlfriend is so cute. I saw you alone in the hospital and thought you were single."

Li Bai's cold and stern eyebrows softened, he looked away, watched the liquid flow from the transparent tube into his blood vessels, and said, "Can I be discharged from the hospital today?"

"If you are discharged from the hospital, you should ask Dr. Li. You can ask him when he comes to make rounds later." The nurse paused, and then said, "Mr. Li, does Dr. Li have a girlfriend?"

Li Baihan glanced at the nurse, seeing her glowing face, he knew in his heart that she was interested in Li Qingcheng, he said lightly, "No, you still have a chance."

The nurse was reminded by him, and shyly picked up the tray, "Mr. Li, ring the bell to call me when the fluid is infused, and I'll be leaving first."

Song Weiwei washed her face, and when she came out, she saw that the nurse had left. She was standing by the hospital bed, watching the liquid drip down, and her eyes moved to Li Baihan's face again.

The man's eyelashes are long and thick, and his lips are slightly white. It's a bit pitiful to look at him like this.

"What do you want for breakfast, I'll go downstairs and buy it."

Li Baihan raised his head slightly, only then did Song Weiwei see the blue stubble growing on his chin, which made him look a little more laid-back and wild.

"I'm not hungry."

Song Weiwei saw that he started to use the "I'm not hungry" Dafa again, and she said, "People are iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will feel hungry. If you have nothing to eat, I will buy it myself."

Li Baihan moved his lips, and just about to say something, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

The two turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw that the door was pushed open from the outside. Li Qingcheng came in with breakfast, and when he saw Song Weiwei, he was obviously taken aback.

"Secretary Song, long time no see!" Li Qingcheng quickly cleared up his surprised expression, and greeted her with a crooked smile.

Song Weiwei nodded at him, and seeing him carrying breakfast, she said, "Doctor Li came just in time, you accompany President Li to have breakfast, I have to go home."

Hearing that she meant to leave, Li Baihan suddenly panicked, "Aren't you going to have breakfast with me?"

Song Weiwei turned her head to look at him, "Dr. Li is with you, just in time for him to cure your lack of appetite. Doctor Li, please."

With that said, Song Weiwei picked up her bag and left the ward.

Li Qingcheng stood up the small table on the bed, put the breakfast on the table, saw that Li Baihan was still staring at the door of the ward, and said, "Brother, you were never so clingy before."

Li Baihan withdrew his gaze, glanced at him coldly, and said, "No wonder you're still single, you don't have any vision at all."

Li Qingcheng, who was bullied for no reason, cried out for being wronged.

"Brother, you didn't tell me that Secretary Song was there. If I knew she was there, I wouldn't even pass by here."

Li Baihan pursed his lips, glanced at the breakfast on the small table, and said coldly: "You take it away, I don't eat buns, siu mai, or porridge."

Li Qingcheng sat by the bed, saw his disgusted face, and said, "You are a sick person now, you need to eat more to get better quickly, if you continue to stay sick in the hospital, maybe Secretary Song will be killed by others." I took advantage of the void and chased him away."

Li Baihan's handsome face tensed slightly, "Who dares?"

"Anyway, if you want to chase her, you have to get healthy first and get out from here." Li Qingcheng picked up the bun and took a bite, the soup was rich, "It's delicious, Chenchen's cooking is really good."

Li Baihan's ears twitched, staring at the soup dumpling in his hand which he bit off most of, he frowned and said, "Who made it?"

"My friend Song Chenchen, I ran into him downstairs just now. He asked me to bring him up because he was afraid of meeting Secretary Song. It's a pity that you don't want to eat it." Li Qingcheng clicked his tongue twice and stuffed the remaining half of the bun into his mouth. inside.

Li Baihan stared at him, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

After Li Qingcheng finished eating one, he reached out to take it again, but was patted back by Li Baihan's food protector. He rubbed the back of his red hand aggrievedly, "Brother, how could you do this?"

Li Baihan stretched out his arm to block his gaze, "If I want to eat, go out and buy it, Chenchen made it for me."

Li Qingcheng leaned against the end of the bed and looked at his brother with great interest, "Brother, what is going on with you and Secretary Song now? I heard that you were turned away when you went to Song's house in Jiangcheng?"

Li Baihan picked up the steaming steamed buns and took a bite. The steamed buns were just out of the pan and brought over in an insulated bucket. The skin was thin and the filling was full of soup, which instantly whetted his appetite.

He glanced at his younger brother who didn't open the pot and carried the pot, "Are you busy?"

Li Qingcheng stretched his waist, "Take a break from your busy schedule to take care of you, so that you won't be empty and lonely, and you have nothing to do to toss yourself in the rain."

"If you have this spare time, hurry up and find someone to take it back. You are not young anymore, it's time to start a family and start a business." Li Baihan said.

Li Qingcheng quickly stood up, cupped his hands, "Excuse me, I'm going to check the ward first."

After speaking, he slipped faster than a rabbit.

Li Baihan looked at his back, cursed the brat inwardly, and ate the buns slowly.I didn't know it before, but now I know it, and I realize that this is the taste of happiness.

Song Weiwei took a taxi home, but she didn't return all night, Aunt Rong had already returned after taking Chenchen to the kindergarten, seeing her open the door and coming in, she asked, "Song Song, have you had breakfast yet?"

Song Weiwei hung the bag on the hanger and smelled the smell of steamed buns. She felt her belly was empty and she was about to crow. She said, "I haven't eaten yet. Did you steam the buns today?"

"Well, Chenchen made it early in the morning. I just posted a small video on Kuaiyin. Go wash your hands, and I'll fill you with buns."

Song Weiwei put on her slippers and went straight to the bathroom. When she came out of the shower, the steaming buns were already on the dining table.

She opened the chair and sat down. Aunt Rong brought over a cup of bird's nest and asked her to eat first.

Song Weiwei was eating bird's nest, and Aunt Rong sat next to her and watched her eat, "Song Song, you were with Mr. Li in the hospital yesterday, how is he doing, is he better?"

"Well, it looks better." Song Weiwei said.

Aunt Rong stroked the edge of the table with her fingers, pretending to be something on her mind. Last night Song Song called her and explained her itinerary. She didn't sleep well all night.

That day in the Song residence, she saw his wife go out to meet Li Baihan, and she didn't know what to say. After his wife returned to the house, Li Baihan half-kneeled on the ground, as if his energy had been taken away.

Song Weiwei looked at Aunt Rong's preoccupied appearance, and said, "Aunt Rong, do you have something to tell me?"

"No, no," Aunt Rong regained her composure, she quickly waved her hand, and after a while she said again: "Song Song, call Madam more when you have time."

Song Weiwei was at a loss, but Aunt Rong said she still had clothes to wash, got up and left.

She drank the bird's nest recklessly, and always felt that after returning to Jiangcheng, why did everyone around her become strange?
After eating, Song Weiwei changed into her suit and added a navy blue overcoat. The temperature has dropped drastically recently, and the simple suit is no longer warm.

Even though she had added clothes, she was almost blown away by the wind when she went out. She wrapped her coat tightly, walked quickly across the pedestrian bridge, and entered the company.

The heating blows towards her face, relieving the low temperature outside, and it seems that someone behind her is calling her. When she looks back, she sees Li Baiming who is smiling.

Li Baiming is somewhat similar to Li Baihan, but Li Baiming gives the impression that he lives in a place where the sun is not seen all year round, and his eyes are dark and terrifying.

Song Weiwei nodded to him politely, "Little Boss Li, our Boss Li hasn't come back yet."

Hearing her call him "Little Boss Li", the corners of Li Baiming's eyes twitched unconsciously, and then he stared straight at her, looking her up and down, but he sneered in his heart, Li Baihan's eyes really became more and more Low.

He thought that he didn't want Miao Yiren, who was beautiful and beautiful, and found some kind of exile-like person, and that's the end?

Secretary Song's looks really made a lot of money by throwing them into the crowd. What did Li Baihan like about her?

"Oh, I'm not looking for my elder brother today, I'm looking for you."

Song Weiwei was uncomfortable with his frivolous gaze, she frowned, "What does Mr. Li want from me?"

"I invite you to have dinner at noon, and I hope Secretary Song will give me a favor." Li Baiming said with a smile.

Song Weiwei narrowed her eyes, Li Baiming suddenly invited her to dinner, could it be a Hongmen banquet?