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

Li Baihan took a few steps and slowed down. Song Weiwei felt his slowed down and turned her head to look at him suspiciously, "President Li?"

Li Baihan looked at her pretty face, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Song Song, I will go home with you after get off work these few days."

Song Weiwei frowned, Li Baihan said the words "Song and Song", which made her feel very uncomfortable, but he insisted on calling her like that, and she had nothing to do with him.

"Boss Li, that's my home."

Li Baihan stared at her quietly with his dark eyes, "That's my home too."

Song Weiwei raised her face and stared at him. Seeing the unknown emotion in his eyes, she was startled, her heart beating a few beats uncontrollably.

"Boss Li, don't you guys always like to treat other people's homes as your own?" Song Weiwei felt that his natural tone was a bit embarrassing.

Li Baihan lowered his eyelids, looking a little lonely, he said lightly: "No, wherever you are is my home."

Song Weiwei was about to laugh angrily at his words, she turned her face away, and was very upset after thinking about it, "Mr. Li, I don't know when we will be able to call ourselves a family."

Li Baihan's eyelashes trembled, and he said in his heart that they were a family.

But he didn't dare to say that he had never been afraid of anything in his life, but he was afraid that she would leave him quietly again, and he searched the whole world but couldn't find her.

"No matter what you think, I will go home with you."

Song Weiwei sneered, "Boss Li is cheating on me?"

Li Baihan: "..."

Song Weiwei saw his expression that you don't care what you say, anyway, I'm relying on you, and felt very helpless, "All right, I can't control you."

Li Baihan saw her twisting onto the bridge, he followed quickly, his eyes fell on the stiletto heels she was stepping on, and he frowned.

Song Weiwei would not wear such high shoes before. When she was a student, she liked to wear canvas shoes, which were comfortable and versatile. She was dressed in a playful school uniform, which was energetic and youthful.

Seeing her stepping on such high stiletto heels now, his heart trembled every time she took a step, especially when going up and down stairs, he was always worried that she would twist her foot.

Just as he was thinking this way, he saw her feet turn outwards. This turn made him startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to help her.

However, she quickly stabilized her body and continued walking.

Li Baihan was really startled, he chased after her a few steps, grabbed her waist and hugged her horizontally, Song Weiwei was startled, "What are you doing?"

Just now she thought it was some disciple who robbed the civilian girl and was planning to attack him, but suddenly she smelled a familiar cold cedar breath, and she stopped.

Li Baihan didn't care that it was the rush hour for work and people were walking on the sidewalk, he held her firmly and walked up the steps in a few steps, very relaxed.

"Don't wear such high shoes in the future, it's easy to sprain your feet."

Song Weiwei was held in the arms of the man. Looking up from her angle, she could see the man's sharp jaw line and the neck line was very superior.

Even holding her who weighed almost a hundred catties, her movements were not too strenuous, and instead she walked a little more gracefully.

Some people are naturally dignified and elegant, and even princess hugs look better than others. She felt envious eyes cast around her.

To be honest, she was very happy.

"Why don't I wear them? I like to wear such high heels." Song Weiwei made trouble out of no reason. The temperament of a woman comes from high heels.

Look at the aura of those celebrities, which one was not forced out by stepping on [-]cm high heels?

Li Baihan looked down at her, and said dotingly, "Okay, from now on you will be in charge of wearing high heels, and I will be in charge of carrying you to work."

Song Weiwei looked at him strangely, "Mr. Li, did you burn out your brain because of the fever last night?"

Li Baihan: "..."

"Why do you think so?"

Song Weiwei said: "You don't care what shoes I wear, and you want to carry me to work. Didn't you burn out your brain?"

The corner of Li Baihan's mouth twitched, "I just want to be nice to you."

"Then I don't want it." Song Weiwei thanked Bumin, "I have legs and feet, and I don't want a human-shaped wheelchair. Hey, please let me down, everyone is watching."

Song Weiwei used to wear such high shoes to and from get off work before, and she had never lifted her feet. Now that she was carried off the flyover by him like this, and the office workers coming and going were staring at them, she was still a little uncomfortable after all.

Li Baihan saw her on the flat ground, and then put her down. Song Weiwei straightened her cashmere coat, stepped on her high heels and walked towards the company's gate.

*
After Miao Yiren was imprisoned in the villa, she developed a high fever. She was kicked by Li Baihan's kick, and her ribs that had just been connected were broken again.

Jiang Huai brought a doctor to reattach her broken ribs, and took care of her for two days before her fever finally subsided.

She was lying on the bed, seldom awake, thinking of what happened at Guangyu Mountain that night, she felt like she was dreaming.

She didn't know that she had slept for a few days, and what was going on outside now, when she woke up a little, she heard someone pushing the door in.

She barely opened her eyes and saw that the person who came was a middle-aged woman, like a nurse or something, she smiled with the corners of her lips curled up, Li Baihan was still afraid that she would die.

She wanted to die before, thinking that she could die at the hands of Li Baihan, and that if he got her blood on him, he would remember her forever, but now she felt that death would be better than life.

As long as she still has a life, she will always find a chance to stand up.

The middle-aged woman was very happy when she saw that she had woken up, "Girl, you finally woke up, I will tell Mr. Jiang, he must be very happy."

Just as the middle-aged woman was about to turn around and go out, she was stopped by Miaoyi, "Wait a minute."

As soon as the voice came out, she was stunned. Why did her voice become so ugly, but she can't care about these now, "Don't go."

The middle-aged woman paused, then turned around and walked back to the hospital bed. Seeing that she was struggling to sit up, she stretched out her hand and pushed her back to lie down, "You are seriously injured, don't move around."

Miao Yiren supported her body for a while, and it took all her strength. After she lay down, she was out of breath, "What day is it today?"

The middle-aged woman said: "The 24th, today is Christmas Eve."

Miao Yiren was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing triumphantly, and said as if in a daze while laughing: "Christmas Eve, it's so fast."

The middle-aged woman looked at her crazy and paranoid eyes, and felt a little nervous, "Is Christmas Eve an important day?"

"Of course," Miao Yiren's eyes gradually became dark and resentful. "For some people, this is a holiday, and for some people, today is her death day."

The middle-aged woman's heart skipped a beat when she heard the resentment and hatred in her voice. The girl looked weak and weak, but the hatred in her eyes was like a sharp arrow, making people frightened.