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

The night is dark and the wind is high, which is suitable for doing some unknown things. A black van slowly drives into a certain seemingly old factory building.

After a while, the car stopped, and two men in black got out of the car, opened the back door, carried out an unconscious long-haired woman from inside, and handed it to a rough man standing in the factory building.

The man took the woman, lowered his head to confirm, and nodded to the man in the lead. The man in black said in a deep voice, "Greeting, make her life as good as death."

The leading man showed an evil smile, "Don't worry, our underground live broadcast platform will be as exciting as it is, and we will never disappoint Miss Miao's beauty."

The man in black nodded slightly, unwilling to deal with the leading man, bent down and got into the car, and drove away quickly.

The leading man stared at the black van driving away, the taillights disappeared into the vast night, he turned his head to look at Miao Yiren in his arms, raised his hand and gently pinched her face.

"Your skin is so good, it really is Miss Qianjin, but from now on, you are not even as good as a plaything." The leading man couldn't help touching it a few more times, and then ordered his subordinates, "Lock her up and arrange the most exciting time for her." live broadcast room."

The subordinates looked down at Miao Yiren's delicate and beautiful facial features. This former high-ranking young lady can be seen from a distance and cannot be played with. Now it is only for people's entertainment. What a pity!

After the black van drove away from the factory building, a black car parked not far away also left quietly, and the man in the car made a phone call.

"Third Young Master, they sent him to a black factory."

Li Baiming was sitting on the back seat, the street lights came in through the car window, his eyes looked very evil in the light and dark, "Black factory?"

"Yes, it is said that the true nature of this black factory is to engage in underground live broadcasts to make money. Have you heard of that kind of live broadcast platform? It's just how it stimulates."

Li Baiming had just returned to Beicheng, and he really didn't know about this black industrial chain. "Be clear."

"This is a gray industry. Generally, those who engage in this kind of underground live broadcast have a backstage. Others don't know or dare to check. Basically, the ones they receive are past stars or those who have offended someone. Anyway, no one will ask. People, have you heard of the room in Bangziguo, which is basically the same as this."

After Li Baiming listened, his eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't expect Li Baihan to be so cruel and send Miaoyiren to such a place.

He said, "What if I have to take people away?"

"Basically, none of the people who went in came out alive. Of course, if you want to take people away, you need to trade with the other party, but the money will not be low."

Li Baiming lightly tapped on the armrest with his fingers, his eyes dimmed, "Look for a way, I want to get Miaoyi out."

The subordinates were puzzled, "Third Young Master, with all due respect, the Song Group has gone bankrupt, and Ms. Miao is no longer valuable to you, instead of..."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Li Baiming interrupted the other party impatiently.

His subordinates trembled, "I dare not!"

"Just do what I entrust to you, and I'll take care of the rest, that's all." After speaking, Li Baiming hung up the phone and turned to look at the night scene outside the car window.

The lights changed in his eyes, and his eyes became more and more unpredictable.

He wants to get Miaoyi out, of course not because of sympathy, but because keeping this person is of great use. As long as Li Baihan can be brought down and he can't sit on the position of Patriarch, what's the point of spending some money?
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After Li Baihan sent Li Minglan back to Li's house, he gave her instructions again to keep her contact with Song Yuanzhuo less. Li Minglan agreed face to face, and sent a message to Song Yuanzhuo as soon as he got off the car.

"Mr. Song, thank you for your hospitality tonight. If you don't dislike it, I will treat you to dinner another day."

The message was sent, but there was no response. Li Minglan waited until the next day but Song Yuanzhuo didn't reply to the message, but this is already a story.

Li Baihan watched Li Minglan enter the villa, until he could no longer see her, he started the car and drove away to the hospital.

As soon as he arrived at the ward, he heard a faint gasp. He walked in gently. The closer he got to the bed, the louder the sound was, but it was Song Weiwei's voice.

There was a faint yellow wall lamp on the bedside, and the warm yellow light shone down from the top of his head. Li Baihan saw that Song Weiwei's forehead was covered with beads of sweat lying on the bed.

She seemed to be caught in a nightmare, her brows were deeply locked, her lips were slightly opened, and a low moan escaped from between her lips, Li Baihan gently held her shoulder, "Song Song, wake up, you are having a nightmare. "

Song Weiwei closed her eyes tightly and hummed in a low voice, "It hurts...it hurts..."

Li Baihan frowned deeply, the skin under his palms was cold and soaked in sweat, he didn't care about waking her up, so he raised his voice, "Song Song, tell me where it hurts, I'll call the doctor over have a look."

Song Weiwei didn't sleep very deeply at first, when she heard his voice just now, she thought she was dreaming, but now the voice was in her ears, gentle and anxious, which made her feel real.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw the man standing in front of her clearly, she whispered: "Why are you back?"

Only then did Li Baihan see clearly that her face was pale and there was no blood on her lips, his voice trembled slightly, "Song Song, where does it hurt, I'll call the doctor right away."

As Li Baihan said, he raised his hand and rang the bell beside the bed. After a while, doctors and nurses came over.

Coincidentally, the doctor who came was Li Qingcheng. He was on night shift tonight. When he saw his brother, he nodded to his brother and hurried to the bedside.

Li Baihan stepped aside and said anxiously: "She said it hurts, is the wound inflamed?"

Li Qingcheng leaned over and saw the cold sweat on Song Weiwei's forehead, he asked softly: "Ms... Miss Song, is the wound painful? Can you let me see the wound?"

Song Weiwei moved a bit, but failed to lift the quilt, Li Baihan stretched out his hand to pull the quilt away, but carefully covered her body to prevent her from catching cold.

Li Qingcheng pulled up the hem of her hospital gown, the wound was wrapped in gauze, and there were dried blood on the gauze. He removed the gauze, and a scar long as the index finger came into Li Baihan's eyes.

Li Baihan's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a dense pain in his heart.

When she dodged to block it last night, he knew that the knife was inserted very deep. Now that he saw the sutured scar with his own eyes, he knew how deep it was.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, feeling so distressed that he wished he had been injured.

Song Weiwei seemed to be aware of his emotions, she gently raised her hand to hold his wrist, and squeezed it lightly, "I'm fine, really."

Li Baihan held her hand instead, the injury was so severe that he was crying out in pain even in his sleep, and she said she was fine, did she want to make him feel so bad?

After looking at the wound, Li Qingcheng said softly, "The wound is slightly inflamed. It's not a big problem to infuse some anti-inflammatory liquid in a while."

Li Baihan frowned, "She said it hurts."

"The effect of the anesthesia is gone. It is naturally painful for such a deep wound, but you can infuse some analgesic liquid, which will relieve some pain. It will be very painful for a few days when the wound starts to heal. If the pain is unbearable, let me know. I will prescribe painkillers for you." The last words were addressed to Song Weiwei.

Li Baihan frowned, "How long will it hurt?"

Li Qingcheng looked at his always calm elder brother's impatient look, and sighed silently. It seemed that as long as it happened to his sister-in-law, the elder brother couldn't calm down.

"In three to five days, the pain will gradually decrease. Don't worry, as long as the wound is not inflamed, the problem is not serious." Li Qingcheng said.

Li Qingcheng personally administered the medicine to Song Weiwei, and then re-infused the fluid before leaving. The ward became quiet for a moment.

Li Baihan stood beside the hospital bed, watching the drips drip into the infusion tube, he blamed himself, "It's all my fault, if I had reacted faster, you would not have been injured."

Song Weiwei was lying on the bed with a dull pain in the wound, she really didn't have the energy to comfort Li Baihan, she whispered: "President Li, I am the one who is injured now, if you want me to comfort you again, then I am too pitiful. "

Seeing that she was still sweating coldly on her forehead, Li Baihan knew that this was not the time to blame himself, so he tucked the corner of the quilt for her, turned around and went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water and came back.

He twisted a hot towel and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead. After wiping her face, he wiped her neck again.

After wiping the sweat off his neck, he paused, put the towel back into the basin, and raised his hand to unbutton her hospital gown. Song Weiwei grabbed the back of his hand and looked at him warily.

"I'm still wounded, you..."

Li Baihan couldn't laugh or cry, he stared at her, but his tone was gentle, "Song Song, what do you think of me, a beast?"

Song Weiwei blushed, she looked away uncomfortably, "No, I...I just remind you that I have injuries."

Li Baihan sighed softly, and deftly undid a button with his fingers, "Even if I want to do something to you, it will be after you recover from your injury, Song Song, I'm not a beast."

Song Weiwei lowered her eyelids, pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Whether Li Baihan is a beast or not, she has the most right to say, that night in the hotel, he tortured her so much that she almost died, but thinking about it now, it was a bit inappropriate.

Li Baihan unbuttoned two buttons, but didn't go any further. He was also worried that he would lose control.He twisted a hot towel and carefully wiped the sweat off her chest.

There was the sound of Qingwei's caressing in the air, and Song Weiwei's cheeks became more and more red, knowing that he was just wiping the sweat off her body, but when the skin touched his fingers, she still trembled uncontrollably.

Fortunately, this ordeal is over soon.

Li Baihan re-buttoned her, covered her with the quilt, and then very calmly picked up the basin and walked into the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror, the tips of his ears were slightly red, he turned on the tap, reached out to catch cold water and splashed it on his face.

His cheeks were hot and his heart was beating fast. Only he knew how distracted he was just now. If she hadn't been injured, he might not want to be a human anymore.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, Song Weiwei was lying on the hospital bed, her cheeks were faintly hot, and there was a lingering numbness in her chest.

Some instinctive reactions are unavoidable.

She closed her eyes, and she didn't know whether it was because of scrubbing her body or the analgesic and sleeping effect of the infused liquid. She fell asleep after a while.

When Li Baihan came out of the bathroom, Song Weiwei had already fallen asleep, listening to her even and long breathing, Li Baihan pulled a chair and sat down beside the hospital bed.

The liquid fell into the infusion tube drop by drop, and the transparent liquid was poured into Song Weiwei's body. Li Baihan sat on the side of the hospital bed like that, looking at Song Weiwei ecstatically.

until the phone vibrates.

The person on the bed frowned uncomfortably, Li Baihan took out his mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, got up and walked out of the ward.

Outside the ward, Li Baihan leaned against the wall, he connected the phone, "Speak."

Jiang Huai said: "President Li, the matter has been settled, but when we left, we saw Li Xiaoran leading people to a villa in the suburbs." "

Li Baihan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Didn't he notice you?"

"No, we passed by halfway up the mountain, and we paid attention to it from behind. We changed cars and sent Miao Yiren to the underground live broadcast."

"You didn't show up?" Li Baihan asked cautiously.

Jiang Huai: "I asked someone to send it over there, Mr. Li, don't worry, the people I'm looking for are all trustworthy, and I will leave Beicheng after sending them off."

"Well, thank you for your hard work. Let's end this matter and go back to work tomorrow." After Li Baihan finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The grievances with Miao Yiren ended here, and whether she died or lived had nothing to do with them. This was her punishment for knocking Wei Wei off the cliff six years ago and plotting Wei Wei to kill her six years later. .

Li Xiaoran was in vain, and naturally he would not give up. He sent people to the Ministry of Communications to check the monitoring overnight, to check the whereabouts of those cars.

However, it was lost in the end.

He was furious, Li Baihan dared to kill his people right under his nose, how could he let it go?

Li Xiaoran found an excuse and took someone to Bailaimei Group.

When the front desk saw Li Xiaoran's ID, she quickly called the CEO's office, and Jiang Huai answered the phone. Hearing that Li Xiaoran had brought someone over, he asked the front desk to let him through.

Li Xiaoran led the crowd upstairs, leaving behind a gossip-looking receptionist.

In the president's office area on the top floor, Jiang Huai stood in front of the elevator, and the double doors of the elevator opened slowly. Li Xiaoran led someone out, and showed Jiang Huai his ID, "I'm the deputy director of the branch office. I'm asking Mr. Li for a few words."

Jiang Huai said: "Mr. Li is not here now, I am Mr. Li's special assistant, you can find me if you need anything."

Li Xiaoran sneered and said, "Jiang Special Assistant, someone reported that Miss Miao Yiren was missing. It is said that the last person she saw was President Li."

Jiang Huai raised his eyebrows, "Deputy Bureau Li, what date did Ms. Miao disappear, and I have been following Mr. Li. Maybe I can help you recall whether the last person Miss Miao saw was Mr. Li."

Li Xiaoran took a step forward, staring at Jiang Huai aggressively, "Jiang Special Assistant, you are Li Baihan's special assistant, not his male favourite, you can't be with him 24 hours a day, call your boss Li over here, I want to ask you in person he."

Jiang Huai gritted his molars, "It's true that I can't be with President Li 24 hours a day, but you suspect that President Li has something to do with Miss Miao's disappearance, shouldn't you show evidence first?"

Li Xiaoran stared at Jiang Huai coldly, but Jiang Huai refused to give an inch. The atmosphere was so tense that it was on the verge of breaking out. In the end, Li Xiaoran took a step back and said, "Do you want evidence? Okay, bring the evidence."