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

Song Weiwei's heart was shocked, emotions are contagious, she felt Li Baihan's despair and sadness, for a moment she didn't know why he was apologizing to her.

She was stunned for a while, only to feel that the head stuck behind her was like a ball of fire, and the home clothes were thin, and the breath sprayed on her lower back, it was astonishingly hot.

Reluctantly, she raised her hand and touched his forehead with her backhand. The heat made her hand tremble, "Boss Li, you have a fever."

Li Baihan tightly clasped her waist. When he returned from Guangyu Mountain last night, thinking of what he did back then, and thinking of her lying unconscious on the hospital bed for more than a year, he was completely hopeless.

Today he came here in a daze, but when he reached the door, he didn't dare to knock on it.

For the first time in his life, he was so scared.

Afraid that she was only his hallucination, afraid that she would never forgive him.

Don't forgive... that's okay!
A selfish person like him doesn't deserve her forgiveness.

Song Weiwei felt that his arms were getting tighter and tighter, almost strangling her waist, she frowned, and whispered: "You hurt me."

As soon as she heard her cry out in pain, the tighter and tighter arms around her waist immediately let go. Song Weiwei pulled his arms away, looked down, and an abnormal blush appeared on the man's face.

She frowned and said, "I'll take the thermometer."

She leaned over to search for the thermometer in the medicine cabinet, and soon found it. She is still using the most traditional mercury thermometer, which is more accurate than the electronic thermometer.

She shook the thermometer, then handed it to Li Baihan, "Hold it under your arm, give it to me in a minute."

Li Baihan accepted it obediently, and stuffed it into his shirt. He leaned on the sofa, looking a little depressed, with a look of depression in his eyes.

Just as Song Weiwei was about to leave, his relaxed body tensed immediately, and he raised his hand to grab her.

Song Weiwei was helpless, "I'll get you a glass of water, please sit still."

Li Baihan blinked his eyes, with an innocent and pitiful expression on his face, seeing her walk into the kitchen, he heard the sound of water, and closed his eyes.

so tired!

From last night to now, he hasn't closed his eyes for a second. As long as he thinks about Song Weiwei falling into the cliff, he can't fall asleep.

After holding on all night, he couldn't hold on in front of her now.

Song Weiwei poured the water back, and saw the man lying on the sofa and fell asleep. She subconsciously walked lightly, and then realized her actions, and deliberately walked heavily.

She slowly came to the sofa and saw that his eyes were closed, and the light poured down from the top of his head, illuminating his eyebrows and eyes extremely softly.

He was so exhausted that he just fell asleep.

She stood for a while, put the water glass on the coffee table, took a magazine casually, sat on the carpet and flipped through it casually, and after a while, she leaned over to get the thermometer.

The temperature on the mercury thermometer was close to 40 degrees, she was startled, the fever was so serious, he didn't even go to the hospital, what was he thinking?
People who are almost 30 years old, how can they not take care of themselves?

Song Weiwei was so anxious that she picked up her mobile phone to call Song Yuheng, but no one answered the phone. She put down the phone and heard the phone ringing.

She subconsciously looked down at her cell phone, only to realize that it wasn't her cell phone that rang. She followed the sound and heard that it was Li Baihan's cell phone.

She took out her mobile phone from his trousers pocket, saw the caller ID on it, and she connected, "I'm Song Weiyi, President Li fell asleep."

Li Qingcheng choked on the words, and coughed twice, "Secretary Song, since my elder brother is asleep, I won't bother you."

"Wait a minute," Song Weiwei called him hastily, "You are a doctor, right? Mr. Li has a fever, and he refuses to go to the hospital. Come here."

Li Qingcheng didn't expect that Li Baihan was sick again, he didn't dare to delay, hung up the phone, picked up the medicine box and rushed to Song Weiwei's apartment.

Half an hour later, Song Weiwei opened the door to let Li Qingcheng in.

Li Qingcheng nodded to her, and was about to take off his shoes at the entrance, Song Weiwei said, "You don't need to take them off, I don't have extra slippers at home."

"Oh, it's okay, the floor is so clean, don't let me step on it and get dirty." Li Qingcheng took off his shoes and walked into the living room wearing socks.

Song Weiwei followed behind him, "He has a lot of glass shards on his hands, I just picked them out for him, the fever may be caused by wound infection and inflammation."

Li Qingcheng had already walked into the living room, and saw Li Baihan lying on the sofa, one hand wrapped in gauze, sleeping soundly, but the brows were furrowed all the time, appearing preoccupied.

He sat sideways on the sofa and checked him first, "Did you take the temperature?"

"Well, 39.8, if the fever doesn't subside, I need to get an IV drip." Song Weiwei stood by, and after seeing Li Qingcheng's actions, she said, "Should I wake him up and go to the hospital?"

"No, I'll open a bottle of liquid for him and put him on an IV. Is there a bracket for hanging the IV at home?" After Li Qingcheng asked, he felt that he had made a mistake.

Song Weiwei didn't think much about it, she said, "Yes, I'll get it."

Song Weiwei turned around and walked towards the children's room. After a while, Li Qingcheng heard a few whispers from the children's room, and then saw Song Weiwei coming over with a professional bracket.

When he thought of Song Chenchen's illness, his heart ached.

Song Weiwei put the stent next to the sofa, and did not explain why there was such a thing at home. She said, "If his fever doesn't go down after the infusion, should he still go to the hospital?"

"Well," Li Qingcheng lowered his head to look for medicine in the medicine box, avoiding Song Weiwei's gaze, lest he see anything.

Soon, Li Qingcheng gave Li Baihan some liquid, Song Weiwei went to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water, Li Qingcheng sat down on the sofa opposite, and only then did he have time to look at the living room.

The living room is decorated very warmly, with a simple Nordic style, plus the light yellow leather sofa, and the coffee table with a strong artistic flavor, making people feel that the owner has good taste.

He looked around, and then set his eyes on the game area in the corner of the living room, "Is the child asleep?"

Song Weiwei nodded, not surprised that he knew there was a child in the family, "Well, he usually goes to bed early and can't stop when he wakes up."

Li Qingcheng smiled, "I think he is quite quiet, does he like Lego?"

Song Weiwei followed his gaze and looked at the building blocks on the ground, "Well, I usually play by myself when I have nothing to do, and his uncles also like to buy them for him. There are a lot of hard work over there. It's his little paradise."

Li Qingcheng got up and walked over, only to realize that the building block table he saw just now was just the tip of the iceberg, and almost half of the living room was filled with Lego pieces of various themes.

"I came here in a hurry today, and I didn't buy anything for him. By the way, Secretary Song, what's his name?" Li Qingcheng actually knew Song Chenchen's name, but he just pretended not to know it.

Song Weiwei said, "Song Chenchen."

"Chenchen, do you mean born in the morning?" Li Qingcheng asked.

Song Weiwei shook her head, "It refers to the rising sun in the morning, full of hope and vitality."

Li Qingcheng nodded thoughtfully, stood beside the building blocks for a while, then returned to the sofa and sat down, the two of them were silent for a moment.

Song Weiwei had many questions in her heart. She looked at the sleeping Li Baihan, "Second Young Master Li, do you know what happened to President Li recently? Where did the injury on his hand come from?"

Li Qingcheng touched his nose in embarrassment, "Secretary Song, to tell you the truth, our brothers are usually busy with our own affairs, and my elder brother moved out again. I guess I don't know about his affairs."

Song Weiwei choked, "I only know about his situation in the company."

Li Qingcheng coughed lightly, feeling that he really didn't know how to chat, he was silent for a while, and said, "Actually, my brother is very bitter."

Just as Song Weiwei was about to answer the call, her cell phone rang. She smiled apologetically at Li Qingcheng, "I'll answer the call."

She got up to answer the phone, and Song Yuheng's tired voice came from the other end, "Song Song, what's the matter, I just had an operation, and I didn't receive your call."

"It's okay, it's all settled." Song Weiwei said.

Song Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, if you can't find me next time, just call Yuan Zhuo."

"It's not a big deal, it's been resolved, brother, go and rest." Song Weiwei heard his obviously tired voice, and knew that one operation would take at least seven or eight hours, which was extremely tiring.

Song Yuheng didn't continue talking to her, and hung up the phone after a few words of advice.

She walked back to the living room, seeing Li Qingcheng staring at her non-stop, she forced a smile, "My brother called, originally I wanted him to come and have a look."

Li Qingcheng and Song Yuheng were in the same hospital. Although they were in different departments, they communicated with each other. Especially knowing that this was his brother's future brother-in-law, he paid special attention to Song Yuheng's every move.

"Dr. Song has an operation today. It started at two o'clock in the afternoon, and it just ended. Their brain surgery usually takes a long time." Li Qingcheng said, "Compared with this, our department is relatively relaxed. If you encounter this kind of fever in the future If you have a cold, just call me, I'll come, don't bother Dr. Song."

Song Weiwei said, "How dare you?"

Li Qingcheng quickly said: "There is nothing to be embarrassed about, we are all family."

"A...family?" Song Weiwei had difficulty articulating.

Li Qingcheng suffocated, he seemed to have said something wrong, and hurried back to make amends, "We are not a family now, and we will be a family in the future. In the past six years, I have never seen my brother spend the night at anyone's house."

Li Qingcheng hinted frantically that Li Baihan was special to Song Weiwei.

Song Weiwei didn't seem to understand, she squeezed her fingers, turned her head to look at Li Baihan, Li Qingcheng was afraid of making too many mistakes, so she simply closed her mouth.

The air suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. After a while, Song Weiwei said, "Second Young Master Li, have you had dinner? Chenchen made some snacks tonight, and I'll get them."

Just as Li Qingcheng was about to refuse, he suddenly remembered the last time Li Baihan showed off in front of him, saying that the bento made by Song Chenchen was delicious, so he quickly changed his words, "I'm really a little hungry."

Song Weiwei got up and went to the kitchen to get some snacks. They were cookies and some snacks that Song Chenchen made by himself when he was free at night.

She put the snacks and milk tea in front of Li Qingcheng, "Chenchen made them. The little guy likes to tinker in the kitchen since he was a child."

Li Qingcheng picked up a piece of cookie and put it in his mouth. The cookie was crispy but not greasy, and tasted even better than the bakery outside. He ate several pieces in succession.

Seeing that he liked it, Song Weiwei relaxed.

In fact, she and Li Qingcheng only met once six years ago, and they didn't even say a few words. She said, "If you like it, you can take some as a snack when you leave later."

She paused, "Sometimes your doctors encounter patients and don't care about eating. My elder brother has stomach problems at a young age. You and I will bring some to my elder brother later. He is usually in a hurry to go to the stage for surgery. , you can eat a little in advance to pad your stomach."

Li Qingcheng smiled, "Then respect is worse than obedience."

Li Baihan infused two bottles of liquid, and when his fever subsided, Li Qingcheng left with his snacks, walked out of the apartment, and looked up at the apartment standing in the night in front of him.

His brother is so damn happy!
But thinking of the wound on Li Baihan's hand, he sighed lightly, not knowing what kind of monster his elder brother was doing, so he injured himself all over his body.

Fortunately, with his sister-in-law watching now, the eldest brother will definitely not act like a monster in the future.

Li Qingcheng was carrying the dim sum made by his nephew, and suddenly thought of his poor parents. They had been urging the marriage all these years, and wanted to hug their grandson, but the grandson knew how to make dim sum.

No!

He's going back to show off and show off.

Li Qingcheng got into the car, and drove to Li's house regardless of the fact that it was past ten o'clock.

Li Cangqing and his wife usually went to bed early, but Li's mother was restless these two days and woke up shortly after falling asleep. When she heard the sound of an engine downstairs, she lifted the quilt and sat up.

Li Cangqing became sleepy when she was getting old, he woke up when she moved, turned over and muttered: "Go to sleep, I have to go to the company tomorrow, there is a shareholder meeting."

Li's mother couldn't sleep, so she listened to the movement downstairs, "I heard the sound of the engine, I don't know who came back so late, I'll go down and have a look, you go to sleep."

Li Cangqing wanted to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep when he heard that a child had come back. He lifted the quilt and sat up, took a coat and put it on, "I'll go down with you to have a look."

The couple went downstairs together, just in time to see Li Qingcheng coming in carrying something, Li Qingcheng saw the two of them, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Li's mother walked over, "I don't know what's going on recently, I can't sleep well, why are you back so late, is there something wrong?"

Li Qingcheng shook the paper bag in his hand, "It's okay, I just ate delicious snacks, I'll send you some back, do you want to try it?"

Li's mother looked at the paper bag in his hand, which was painted by hand, but couldn't tell what brand it was, "It's so late, don't eat sweets, your dad has high blood sugar recently, and the doctor won't let him eat it."

Li Cangqing: "..."

No matter how domineering the CEO was when he was young, he will not be able to escape the fate of San Gao when he is old, but the domineering president will never admit defeat!

"Qingcheng said it's delicious, so I'll try it and bring it here."

Li Qingcheng went to the kitchen to get a plate for dim sum, filled a little of each type of dim sum, then made two cups of lemon tea and served it out.

The couple sat on the sofa and waited. Li Cangqing had recently been restricted from eating sweets, and now he was looking forward to see through. He saw his second son come out with a tray, his neck stretched so long.

"Bring it here and let me taste it."

Li Qingcheng walked over quickly and put the tray in front of the two of them. Li Cangqing twisted a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth. The crispy pastry was sweet but not greasy. He didn't know if it was because he hadn't eaten sweets for a long time. Tastes better than any sweet he's ever had.

Li Qingcheng looked at the couple's reaction, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "The dim sum is delicious. If you know who made it, you will definitely be happier."