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

Christmas Eve, a holiday for foreigners, did not know when, but it became popular in China.Especially the younger generation likes to celebrate foreign festivals.

After nightfall in Beicheng, the music of "Jingle Bells" is played in the streets and alleys, welcoming the foreign old man who came here on a deer, and sending Christmas Eve blessings.

Shen Qingyuan made an appointment with Song Weiwei a few days in advance to go to the downtown park to join in the fun. It is said that many young people will celebrate Christmas Eve in the downtown park today.

In fact, she doesn't like to join in the fun. When she was a student, the female classmates liked to watch the boys in the class play basketball together and let go of hormones. But she likes to hold a book and find a quiet place to spend the afternoon.

But Shen Qingyuan couldn't hold back his enthusiasm, so he had no choice but to agree.

This day was very busy, Li Baihan had a meeting from morning to afternoon, she followed him to take minutes of the meeting, shorthand was an essential skill she mastered when she resumed college.

She can quickly memorize the key points of almost everyone, but it is unavoidably cumbersome to sort them out. She has to remove all the nonsense and only keep the most accurate.

After a day of meetings, and another two hours of sorting out the meeting minutes, Song Weiwei was busy with the things in hand, and it was already past six o'clock.

The lights in the president's office were on, and Li Baihan was sitting at his desk, having a video conference, and made up all the schedule that was missed two days ago.

The phone vibrated in the belly of the table, Song Weiwei picked up the phone, it was from Shen Qingyuan.

"Secret Song, are you done with your work? I'm still waiting for you at Starbucks downstairs. When will you come and take me away?"

With a pitiful tone, as if obediently waiting for the owner's pet, Song Weiwei couldn't laugh or cry, seeing that the work in hand was almost done, she got up to pack her things.

The talking in the office stopped, and Song Weiwei saw Li Baihan leaning on the chair with his eyes closed and resting his mind, with his fingers still lightly pressing his temples, as if he was very tired.

She hesitated for a moment, and walked in with the minutes of the meeting, "President Li, today's meeting minutes have been sorted out, and I'm going to get off work."

Li Baihan suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight at Song Weiwei. He sat up straight and saw the night outside the window. He said, "Well, let's go back together."

In the past two days, Li Baihan followed her back to her house every step of the way. At night, when they slept on the same bed, he would take the initiative to hug her, other than that, he didn't overdo it.

Song Weiwei didn't understand what he was thinking, and she had never seen him so sticky before.

She was puzzled, but Song Chenchen was very happy, that child was always pestering Li Baihan, either letting him tell stories, or playing with building blocks with him.

Li Baihan was very patient, and he would accompany Song Chenchen for several hours. He didn't come out of the children's room until Song Chenchen fell asleep.

"No, Secretary Shen and I have an appointment to go to Central Park, so you can go back first." Song Weiwei said.

Li Baihan knew that she had the best relationship with Shen Qingyuan in the company, and today was Christmas Eve, so the company's employees were very restless.

Today's young people have to celebrate every festival they encounter, as if they want to make up for all the festivals that were missing when they were young, and they don't know what kind of mentality it is.

He collected himself and was about to speak when his cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and pressed the connect button. Jianghuai's voice came from the other end.

"Mr. Li, Miaoyiren woke up and talked nonsense. I think I should tell you."

Li Baihan frowned, and looked up at Song Weiwei, seeing that she was looking at him, but he didn't want her to hear the conversation.

Song Weiwei seemed to see something from his expression, she said, "President Li, then I'll get off work first."

After speaking, she turned and walked out of the office.

Li Baihan stared at her back, his voice was heavy, "What did she say?"

"She heard that today is Christmas Eve, so she said a few words to the nurse, saying that today is a holiday for some people, and a death day for others. I thought about it, and the inexplicable text message on her mobile phone , Three days later, isn’t it today?”

Li Baihan's heart beat wildly, he looked up to look outside the office, Song Weiwei had just walked into the elevator with her bag on her back, and the elevator door slowly closed in front of his eyes.

He stood up with a bang, and rushed out of the office. When he rushed to the elevator, the elevator had already started to go down. He pressed the floor button desperately like crazy, but the other elevator didn't come up for a long time.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he didn't care about what to say to Jiang Huai, he hung up the call, turned around and rushed into the safe corridor.

Song Weiwei stood in the elevator, staring at the red numbers on the elevator in a daze.

These days, she always felt that Li Baihan's attitude towards her was very strange, often looking at her in a daze, as if looking at others through her.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator reached the first floor. She came back to her senses, raised her hand and patted her face to drive away those wild thoughts, and walked out.

Starbucks is not far downstairs from the company. Song Weiwei walked there. Just as she walked into Starbucks, a person rushed out of the company's gate.

Li Baihan stood at the gate and looked around, but he didn't see Song Weiwei's figure. He was so anxious that his eyes were about to burst into flames.

He turned back, grabbed the security guard at the door by the collar, and asked sharply, "Did you see Secretary Song?"

It was the first time for the security guard to see him so anxious that he was about to eat people, and he stuttered in fright, "I... I didn't pay attention, I went to the bathroom just now."

Li Baihan let go of him, and ran down the stairs, his eyes went black for a while, and the aftereffects of his body being severely depleted during this period were fully revealed.

He was panting heavily, his ears were ringing, echoing what Jiang Huai said just now, "...for some people, it's a death day..."

He only felt that his throat was fishy and sweet, and his eyes were filled with anxiety.

Seeing his face turn pale inch by inch, the security guard hesitated for a moment and said, "Mr. Li, you can call Secretary Song."

The security guard's words seemed to remind him, he recovered from the anxiety of the earth-shattering, and quickly took out his mobile phone to call Song Weiwei.

He thought he was really funny, how could he forget such a simple thing as making a phone call, he was so anxious and confused.

The phone rang repeatedly, but no one answered it, Li Baihan urged in his heart, answer the phone quickly, answer the phone quickly...

On the other side, Song Weiwei and Shen Qingyuan got into the car, and Shen Qingyuan hailed a Didi. It was the rush hour for get off work, and there was a lot of traffic on the road, and the car was gliding along the road.

Fortunately, they are not in a hurry.

There are many pedestrians on both sides of the road, most of them are young people, wearing little devil headbands on their heads, and the faint red light is particularly eerie in the night.

"Christmas Eve this year coincides with Friday, and major colleges and universities are on holiday. Many students gathered in the downtown park to celebrate. You can see some people selling inflatable hammers on the side of the road. We will also buy two to play with in a while."

Song Weiwei looked at the pedestrians on the side of the road, everyone's faces were full of festive atmosphere, she looked very emotional, "Looking at them makes me feel old."

Shen Qingyuan couldn't help laughing, "Secret Song, you are only 26 years old, you don't think you are old, I don't think I am old even after three years."

Song Weiwei looked away, looked at the baby fat on her cheeks, and smiled, "I still want to celebrate the foreign festival with young people, which shows that you are really young."

Shen Qingyuan: "..."

Feel yourself being included.

Song Weiwei didn't realize that the screen of the mobile phone in her bag was on and off, and then on again. Li Baihan was in a state of anxiety, and no one answered the phone.

He remembered that Song Weiwei told him just now that she and Shen Qingyuan had made an appointment to go to the downtown park, and he quickly called Jiang Huai, "Jiang Huai, no matter what method you use, call the people you can to go to the downtown park to find Song Weiyi."

Hearing the man's tense voice, Jiang Huai said anxiously, "President Li, what happened?"

"Don't ask, hurry up and transfer someone, I'm going to the downtown park now, no matter what, I have to find Song Weiyi, I can't let her have another accident under my nose." After Li Baihan finished speaking, he hung up the phone and went to the city. Run to Central Park.

The office building was separated from the downtown park by three or four kilometers, and Song Weiwei and Shen Qingyuan were stuck in the road, and Shen Qingyuan felt extremely regretful.

"I knew we would walk or take the subway there, and now we are probably here. Why is it so congested today?"

The driver in front heard this, and said with a smile: "There is no traffic jam in Beicheng any day, it is like this every day, not to mention that today is Christmas Eve, everyone is running to the city to join in the fun."

Shen Qingyuan scratched his head, "People who work overtime until ten o'clock every day don't deserve a rest day. Master, can you pull over for us in front of us? It's not far from here. Let's walk over and take a look at the night view."

The car was caught in the middle of the road and couldn't get to the side at all, and the driver was helpless, "No girl, it's not easy to park here, let's go through the intersection ahead."

Song Weiwei turned her head to look out of the car window. Through the heavy car body, she saw a familiar figure passing by very quickly on the sidewalk.

"That is……"

Shen Qingyuan followed her gaze, but saw nothing. She said, "What's wrong, Secretary Song, did you see someone familiar?"

The figure flashed before her eyes, but Song Weiwei didn't see it clearly, she shook her head, "Maybe I saw it wrong."

Yes.

Must be wrong.

How could Li Baihan run wildly in the street? This is too incompatible with his status.

Shen Qingyuan gave her a strange look, but didn't say anything more. Fortunately, the road ahead suddenly became clear, and the car didn't take long to arrive at the opposite side of the downtown park.

The surrounding area of ​​the park is very lively. People are coming and going on both sides of the street. Everyone is wearing little devil headbands on their heads and holding inflatable hammers in their hands. They are excitedly pouring across the sidewalk into the Central Park opposite.

The two got out of the car, and the cold wind was blowing, but it couldn't wash away the lively atmosphere of the festival. Shen Qingyuan pulled Song Weiwei to a vendor who set up a stall.

She picked up the little devil's headband, put them on one by one, picked up two inflatable hammers, and followed the flow of people into the park.

There are two special police cars parked at the entrance of the park, and there are special police on duty to prevent disturbances caused by crowds.

When Song Weiwei and Shen Qingyuan passed by the police car, Song Weiwei glanced casually, but exchanged glances with a plainclothes policeman standing in front of the car.

It's just that there was a lot of people, and they were pushed forward. Her eyes didn't stay on the man's face too much, so she didn't notice the cruelty flashing in the man's eyes.

He leaned over to whisper a few words to the plainclothes beside him, raised his finger and pointed at Song Weiwei's back, and soon several plainclothes poured into the crowd.

The park was full of excitement, and Shen Qingyuan held the inflatable hammer and shouted in Song Weiwei's ear: "Secret Song, there are too many people, let's hold hands, or you will be squeezed out of sight in a while."

Song Weiwei carried the bag across her shoulders, and then tightened Shen Qingyuan's hand. There were too many people, noisy, and she regretted joining Shen Qingyuan in the fun.

But now being pushed forward by the crowd, it was impossible to get out, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward.

There was passionate music in front, accompanied by the deep singing voices of the boys, which almost ignited the night. After entering the park, it was not so crowded.

Song Weiwei was sweating profusely, and she dragged Shen Qingyuan to the lawn on the side. There were fewer people there, and the two breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's too crowded. I'm sure I won't come to join in the fun next year." Shen Qingyuan watched the group of demons dancing in front of her, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She suddenly felt her phone vibrate, she quickly took out her phone, glanced at the caller ID, she pulled Song Weiwei, "Secretary Song, Mr. Li called me, good guy, there are five or six missed calls, Li Why are you calling me so many times all of a sudden?"

Song Weiwei frowned, "Go ahead."

Shen Qingyuan said loudly: "It's too noisy here, and I can't hear what he is saying even after answering the call."

Song Weiwei knew that she was afraid of Li Baihan, so she didn't expose her small thoughts, but usually after get off work, the boss called the employees because of urgent matters.

"You still answer it. If you don't hear it, just say you can't hear it. If you don't answer the phone, you will deduct your year-end bonus carefully."

Shen Qingyuan: "..."

Well, for the year-end bonus, she can only give in.

She connected the phone and put the phone to her ear. There was a lot of noise around her. To her surprise, the other side of the phone was also very noisy. She couldn't hear what Li Baihan was saying.

"President Li, it's too noisy here. I'll call you back later." Shen Qingyuan didn't know if Li Baihan heard it, but he could only vaguely hear what Li Baihan was saying.

She listened carefully, trying to figure out what he was saying, but only heard vague words. She repeated it several times, and she didn't know if Li Baihan heard clearly until the other party hung up the phone.

The two talked for a long time, but neither of them understood what the other said. Song Weiwei stood here for a while, wondering if she was careless, she always felt that there were countless cold eyes looking at her.

She scanned the surroundings calmly. The crowd was walking towards the center of the park, but there were also a few people standing on the side like them, unwilling to squeeze with others.

Shen Qingyuan put away her mobile phone, and she shouted to Song Weiwei: "Secret Song, let's go, there are rumors that there is a performance over there, let's go and see."

Song Weiwei caught a glimpse of a few people from the corner of her eye. They didn't seem to be here to join in the fun, but their eyes and expressions looked like desperadoes.

She frowned, and then looked at Shen Qingyuan who didn't know anything. She knew that these people were coming for her, but she didn't know if it was a temporary intention or they had been following her for a long time.

She couldn't drag Shen Qingyuan into the water, and shouted into her ear: "Secretary Shen, I suddenly have a stomachache, I'm going to the bathroom, you stay here and don't move, wait for me to come back."

Shen Qingyuan's ears were buzzing, and she could barely hear what Song Weiwei was saying. Just as she reached out to grab her and said to go with her, Song Weiwei quickly got into the crowd and quickly disappeared in front of her.