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

When Ah Zhong left, Song Weiwei was about to take a nutritious meal to the tea room to eat, when she heard steady footsteps coming from the office.

She looked up and saw the man in a dark gray suit, with a tall and straight figure, walking towards her slowly, with a bag of the same style as hers in his hand, "Would you like to eat, let's go together."

I don't want to be with you.

Song Weiwei refused in her heart, but seeing that the man didn't ask her what she meant, she swallowed the words silently, picked up the paper bag and followed him to the tea room.

The tea room was not big, and the smell of burnt coffee wafted in the air. The two sat down at the table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Li Baihan went to pour two cups of coffee.

Song Weiwei took out the lunch box. The lunch box was very delicate. When the lid was opened, a smell of food immediately rushed into her nostrils. It was a familiar smell.

She took out the orange smoldering beaker, opened the lid, and the aroma came out. It was chicken soup stewed in a sand pot, which instantly brought back many memories for her.

Mr. Li is a nostalgic person. He usually doesn't eat at the same table with his children and grandchildren, because the children and grandchildren don't like to eat food cooked with firewood.

When the old man was young, society did not develop so fast. At that time, the big families could use gas at most, but his ancestors liked food cooked by firewood, so they have not kept pace with the times.

After the war broke out, he wanted to save the nation and dedicate himself to the country, so he resolutely went to the battlefield. When he returned from life and death several times, the Li family at that time was already gradually depressed during the war.

He single-handedly shouldered the burden of revitalizing the family. Fortunately, Huang Tian paid off, and he pushed the crumbling Li family to the peak again, becoming a century-old prosperous family.

The old man is nostalgic, and his family has used natural gas for a long time, but he still likes the food cooked with wood fire. He said that it tastes like his mother.

So for so many years, he has not changed this habit.

Song Weiwei knew that the food must have been cooked in Mr. Li's small kitchen, and the soup had a strong smell of angelica, just like the one she drank six years ago.

Li Baihan took the coffee and came back, seeing her sitting there in a daze, her side face was covered in hot air, making her look a little illusory.

He put the mug in her hand, "What are you thinking?"

Song Weiwei returned to her senses, glanced at him from the corner of her eye, and lowered her eyes, "I didn't think about anything, I just thought the taste of this food was a bit special."

Li Baihan sat down beside her, and he opened the lid gracefully. Both of them had the same food, "Grandpa likes firewood rice, and Uncle Zhong has learned his cooking skills. Then we will have a good time."

Today's dish is firewood chicken. Song Weiwei picked up the chicken and put it in her mouth.

"Uncle Zhong is good at cooking."

"Well, he likes to cook. When he is taking care of his grandfather, he is obsessed with studying recipes. Grandpa is getting old and his digestion is not very good, so he studies medicinal food to recuperate him." Li Baihan said.

Song Weiwei looked at the soup in the smoldering beaker. No wonder she found the taste familiar. It turned out to be medicinal food. "It's delicious, and it won't be unacceptable like medicinal food."

Li Baihan pursed his lips and smiled, "Compared to the medicinal cuisine I took you to eat last time, the medicinal cuisine made by Uncle Zhong tastes better, try it."

Song Weiwei scooped up the soup with a spoon. The soup base was rich, and you could see what ingredients were used in it. The taste was amazing. She nodded, "It's a pity that Uncle Zhong doesn't become a chef."

"You said that before." Li Baihan said casually.

Song Weiwei was startled, and turned her head to look at Li Baihan, "What did you say?"

Li Baihan realized that he had slipped the tongue, he was a little flustered in his heart, and quickly said: "It's nothing, I said that if it tastes good, I will ask Uncle Zhong to give it to you in the future."

Song Weiwei said indifferently: "No need, I'm an outsider, what's the matter with asking your family to bring me food all the time?"

"You are not an outsider!" Li Baihan stared at her without blinking, and said firmly.

Song Weiwei's heart trembled, his expression was too serious, which made her feel at a loss, "No, Mr. Li, am I not an outsider, who am I?"

Li Baihan pursed his lips tightly, looked into her eyes, and said word by word: "Anyway, positive, no, yes, foreign, human."

Song Weiwei: "..."

She turned her head away, her heart was beating a little fast, she lowered her head and ate silently, she didn't know if it was her illusion, she always felt that something was wrong with Li Baihan recently.

Ever since he came back from Jiangcheng, his attitude towards her has been strange. Did he know something?
It stands to reason that he would not know at all, because no one would tell him her real identity. If Chenchen was not sick, the Song family would not want her to have any interaction with Li Baihan.

This is also when her three older brothers found out about her, they didn't immediately seek revenge on Li Baihan. They didn't want to stand up for her, but they didn't want Li Baihan to know that she was still alive.

Once they make a move, they will expose the fact that she is still alive.

Li Baihan looked at her profile and saw that she didn't ask any more questions. While he was quietly relieved, he also felt disappointed. In fact, he didn't know what he wanted to do.

On the one hand, he wanted her to know that he already knew her identity, and he wanted to kill or cut her as he wished, on the other hand, he wanted this day to come later.

Because he was afraid, she didn't kill him or cut him, she just didn't want to talk to him anymore.

He opened his stuffy beaker, stirred it with a spoon, and suddenly saw something unusual in the soup, he scooped it up and took a look.

Deer whip!

Good job!
Li Baihan was afraid that Song Weiwei would see what was in his cup, so he hurriedly put the spoon back into the cup, the tips of his ears turned red involuntarily.

What does Grandpa ask Uncle Zhong to stew deer penis soup for him? He is young and strong, so there is no problem in that aspect. As for making him soup for strengthening yang?

He quietly looked at Song Weiwei, seeing her eating without knowing anything, his gaze slowly moved down and landed on her rosy lips.

His mouth felt dry all of a sudden.

Nothing!
Before he finished the soup, he started to think wildly.

It worked so fast!

Song Weiwei felt that his gaze had been lingering on her face, she turned her head wonderingly, and saw that Li Baihan looked away as if nothing had happened, and began to eat without a taste.

She raised her eyebrows, "Is the food not to your liking?"

Li Baihan glanced at her quickly, and pushed the stuffy beaker away in disgust, "I don't like this soup."

Song Weiwei thought that at such an age, she was still picky about eating like Song Chenchen, "Is your soup different from mine? How about we change it and I'll drink your cup."

When Li Baihan saw that she was going to get his soup, his expression changed drastically, and he quickly picked up the stuffy beaker, like a tiger protecting its food, "No need to change it, you drink yours."

Song Weiwei looked at him suspiciously, "Don't you like drinking?"

Li Baihan took a sip from the stuffy beaker, his tongue was numb from the heat, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he hurriedly said, "I like drinking now, you drink your own."

Song Weiwei: "..."

She glanced at his cup and saw that he held it far away to prevent her from seeing what was in the cup. She couldn't help but said, "I won't fight with you either."

Li Baihan: "..."

He was bitter, but he didn't want to say anything.

*
Miao Yiren was sent to the hospital. She had three broken ribs and a broken leg. Fortunately, her injuries were not serious, and she was able to bounce around again after half a year of care.

She was lying on the hospital bed, surrounded by noisy surroundings. This was not the previous single ward, but a quadruple room, with three patients next to her.

After she woke up from a coma, she had been enduring these people. Now she was really annoyed and chased them away, "This is a hospital. If you want to chat, go out and talk. Don't disturb other patients' rest."

The aunt who was taking care of her son next to her was unhappy, "What's wrong with the hospital? We paid for it. If you are afraid of noise, you can live in a single room."

Miao Yiren's face was livid because she reached out and rang the bell to call the nurse, and said that she wanted to live in a single room. The nurse said, "I'm sorry, patient, you still owe your medical bills, and you need to change the order." In the world, you have to pay the treatment fee first."

The aunt who was sitting on the chair said in a strange way: "Hey, you still owe the treatment fee. I thought it was the daughter of some family who was so delicate. So you are so poor, why pretend?"

Miaoyi was so angry that the top of her head was smoking, "I came in in a car accident, and my card and everything are in the car, don't underestimate people, nurse, lend me your mobile phone, I'll make a call."

Seeing her domineering appearance, the nurse was a little annoyed, but with a kind heart, she still lent her mobile phone to Miao Yiren.

Miao Yiren called Li Xiaoran, Li Xiaoran answered quickly, said that he was busy now, and hung up the phone.

Miaoyi called again, but no one answered.

She was furious, "Don't dare to answer my phone, Li Xiaoran, you are finished."

Seeing her ferocious appearance, the nurse felt lingering fear, "I made a call, can you return the phone to me?"

Miao Yiren pursed her lips and couldn't help dialing another phone number.

Li Baihan had just finished eating with Song Weiwei, when he heard the phone ring, he picked up the phone, it was a call from a stranger, he frowned, but didn't answer it.

Within a few seconds, the call came again, this time he answered it, and heard Miao Yiren's voice from over there, "Brother Han, it's me."

Li Baihan frowned, his expression was cold, "You made a mistake."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without hesitation. Seeing Song Weiwei looking at her, he said, "I made a mistake. It's still early before work time. Shall we go upstairs?"

Song Weiwei shook her head, "No, I want to catch up on sleep."

Li Baihan: "..."

The two of them slept together last night, Li Baihan knew she was sleeping well, and it was not easy to expose her right now, so he said, "Okay, then you go to sleep in my lounge."

"No need." Song Weiwei packed her lunch box and wanted to clean it, but Li Baihan stopped her. He took her lunch box and beaker and said, "I'll go wash it."

After the man's tall back disappeared outside the tea room, Song Weiwei sighed softly. How long will they be awkward like this?

She couldn't calm down, but if she kept going on like this, when would she be able to borrow the seeds, and when would she be able to stay away from him?

If she doesn't want to see him, she has to borrow the seed as soon as possible, as long as she is sure that she is pregnant, then she can take Chenchen away immediately and never have to face him again.

She gritted her teeth and made a decision in her heart.

Miao Yiren looked at the black screen of the hung up mobile phone, she clenched the phone tightly, and was about to throw it out when someone took it away, the nurse quickly put the phone in her pocket and looked at her vigilantly, "This is my cell phone."

Miao Yiren looked at her gloomyly.

The nurse felt terrified when she saw her, so she turned around and ran away.

Miao Yiren was lying on the bed, with the man's indifferent voice echoing in her ears, she bit her lower lip tightly, Li Baihan ignored her, and Li Xiaoran ignored her.

It is said that once a person loses power, he will become a dog. She didn't believe it before, but now she has to believe it.

The Song Group was down, and she had nothing to rely on, so even Li Xiaoran dared not answer her calls.

She hates!

One day, she will stand at the top and make all those who have failed her kneel at her feet begging her for forgiveness.

and also……

A tingling, weird smile gradually appeared in her eyes.

Li Baihan ignored her, probably because he was focusing on Song Weiyi, and soon he would know that anyone he treated differently would die in the end without a burial.

Only she will always be by his side.

Song Weiwei returned to the office area and suddenly shivered. Shen Qingyuan, who was sitting in her seat, saw her and said, "Secret Song, are you cold?"

Song Weiwei shook her head, "It's not cold, it's just that there's an inexplicable feeling of being watched."

Shen Qingyuan looked around suspiciously, but she didn't see any suspicious person. She lowered her voice and teased, "Could it be that President Li is following you?"

Song Weiwei: "..."

Shen Qingyuan knew that she had gone to dinner with Li Baihan at noon, and he was afraid of telling people behind her back that Mr. Li would hear it later, so he didn't continue to tease her.

"By the way, I heard that the Song Group has gone bankrupt."

Song Weiwei leaned against the desk, picked up a document and flipped through it casually. Hearing what she said, she raised her eyes and glanced at her, "All the hot searches are on."

Shen Qingyuan said angrily: "It should have gone bankrupt a long time ago. There is a snake-like daughter in the family. How can I be better? It must be a nest of snakes and rats."

Song Weiwei hooked the corners of her lips, "Yes."

"But it's hard for my friend. She just went to work at Song's for two months, and she didn't get a penny. The department manager has been painting cakes for her. Now she is unemployed, and she doesn't know when she will find a job." Shen Qingyuan frowned. road.

Song Weiwei flipped through the documents and said casually, "What will she do?"

"She majored in finance and just finished her postdoctoral degree not long ago. She has good abilities, but our company does not recruit finance, otherwise I would have introduced her to our company to apply for the job." Shen Qingyuan said sadly.

Seeing her helpless expression, Song Weiwei thought of something, and said, "I know that there is a place that needs finance, but it's not as crowded as working in a company group, and things are very complicated."

Shen Qingyuan's eyes lit up, "It's okay, it's okay, she just stepped into society for two years, she just needs to earn enough food and clothing."

Song Weiwei picked up a pen and wrote down an address on the post-it note and handed it to Shen Qingyuan, "You just give her the address and just apply for the job with my name."

Shen Qingyuan looked down, and saw the company name on the line above, the only overseas trading company, and the address was in the office building in the trade zone.

She looked at the company name, and looked at Song Weiwei suspiciously, "Secret Song, this isn't your company, is it?"

Song Weiwei nodded calmly, "It is indeed under my name, but I rarely go to the company, I only look at the financial statements and annual dividends."

Shen Qingyuan: "..."

I'm sorry, her jaw hit the ground, Secretary Song has a company of her own, why does she still come to work in Bailaimei Group, and be a social animal with them!