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

Song Weiwei had originally been brooding over the fact that she saved Li Baihan out of instinct, but now hearing Mr. Li mention it, she felt as if she was being publicly executed.

She felt somewhat embarrassed, and lowered her eyes slightly, "I'm fine, the wound is not deep, it will be fine in a few days."

Mr. Li sat on the chair and looked at her with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes. She was vaguely similar to Song Weiwei, so he couldn't help but feel close to her.

"Miss Song, you are very kind to our Li family. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you can just come to me. No matter what the trouble is, I will do my best to help you solve it." Mr. Li said.

In fact, he also knew that the Song family in Jiangcheng was powerful and powerful, and her three elder brothers were all very outstanding and great figures. If she got into trouble, the Song family would solve it by themselves, but they still made this promise.

Song Weiwei raised her eyelids, looking at the kind-hearted old man in front of her, a slight warmth flowed through her heart.

No matter when, Grandpa Li gave her the feeling that she was on her side, making her feel as warm as family.

Once, he didn't mind that she was an orphan, so he wholeheartedly defended her and let his best grandson marry her.

Now, they only met a few times, and the old man's attitude towards her was still as kind as before, which moved her greatly.

"Thank you."

"Stupid boy, why are you being polite? I also want to thank you for saving Bai Han. In ancient times, the grace of saving life should be promised with your body, and let him repay you for the rest of your life." Mr. Li joked.

Li Baihan spoke at the right time, "Grandpa is right."

Song Weiwei: "..."

The grandparents and grandson sang together, did they really want to use the grace of saving their lives to trick her?But why is Li Baihan's attitude so strange?
Even if he had some interest in her, it was impossible for him to get married.

Mr. Li glanced at his parents and grandchildren, his eyes were unclear, "Bo Han, you have to take good care of Miss Song during this time, she is your savior, you can't wait for her."

Li Baihan's eyes fell on Song Weiwei, and his heart was tied to her, so how could he treat her slowly?He said, "Grandpa, I don't need you to tell me to do the same."

"That's good."

At this time Ah Zhong came over with a food box, and Mr. Li took it and put it on the bedside, "This is the chicken soup I made Ah Zhong stew. I heard that you can only eat liquid food now. When you can eat other things, I'll ask Ah Zhong to deliver meals to you every day, so I have to quickly replenish the lost blood."

Song Weiwei deserved it, "No need, Grandpa Li, I'm young and my body will recover soon, so don't worry."

"This is my wish, you just have to eat it well." Mr. Li's eyes were kind, but his attitude was so tough that she didn't have any chance to refuse.

Song Weiwei had no choice but to accept, "Thank you Grandpa Li, I will eat well."

While talking, the door of the ward was pushed open from the outside. Song Chenchen ran in bouncing in with his tiger bag on his back. Seeing two strangers in the ward, he stopped and looked at them curiously.

When Mr. Li heard the movement, he turned his head and saw Xiaotuanzi standing there, his eyes lit up, "Which family's child is this?"

Song Weiwei didn't expect Song Chenchen to come at this moment, and she was bumped into by Mr. Li, so she didn't panic, and waved to Song Chenchen, "Chenchen, this is Shu Shu's grandpa, say hello to grandpa."

Song Chenchen bowed obediently, and shouted in a clear voice: "Grandpa, my name is Song Chenchen, and I will be six years old after the Chinese New Year."

Old Man Li stared at him blankly. For some reason, when he heard Xiao Tuanzi call him great-grandpa, a strange feeling flashed through his heart.

As if the little guy standing in front of him was really his great-grandson, he stretched out his hand to him, "Okay, Chenchen, come here and let Grandpa take a good look."

Song Chenchen glanced at Song Weiwei, Song Weiwei nodded at him, and he obediently walked in front of Old Man Li, "Grandpa, I heard my mommy talk about you, she said you were very powerful when you were young, and even beat up devils."

Old Man Li was amused by him and laughed heartily. He put his hand on his shoulder and looked at him while laughing. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that this child was a bit like Li Baihan when he was a child.

"It all happened when I was young. Now my great-grandfather is old and can't even lift a gun." Old Man Li said.

Song Chenchen shook his head vigorously, "No, no, grandpa is very young, younger than many people I have met."

Regardless of whether the child's words came from the heart or not, Mr. Li was pleased by his words, and he beamed with joy, "Ah Zhong, look at this child's mouth as if it has been smeared with honey, it really suits my heart."

Ah Zhong nodded with a smile, "It's almost the same as the young master when he was a child."

Hearing what Ah Zhong said, Song Weiwei's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously observed the expressions of the three of them, especially when she looked at Li Baihan, she felt a little panicked, always feeling that he seemed to know something.

Old Man Li shook his head, "How could Bai Han be so sweet when he was a child, he was always sad when he was a child, and he had a straight face when he was young, and he couldn't say nice words to coax people."

The old man hated him so much that he didn't even notice that he was comparing Song Chenchen with Li Baihan when he was a child, but Song Weiwei said, "Li is always the eldest son, so naturally he has to set an example for the younger brothers and sisters below, and he can't be too self-willed."

Mr. Li nodded, "It's because we have too high demands on him, so he has been a dull gourd since he was a child. It is as difficult as heaven to hear a few nice words from him. It would be better if we got married later."

Song Weiwei lowered her eyelids, slandering in her heart: He hasn't gotten any better since he got married, he's still monolithic and can't kick.

When Mr. Li spoke, his eyes never left Song Chenchen. The more he looked at the child, the more he liked him. He asked him many questions, and Song Chenchen answered them one by one.

Song Weiwei was always trembling with fear, fearing that nothing would escape Mr. Li's eyes, but fortunately Mr. Li didn't seem to notice it at all.

"You can cook?" Mr. Li's surprised voice came.

It wasn't that he was surprised, but that such a young child grew up in a wealthy family like the Song family. Seeing how Song Weiwei was with the two brothers of the Song family that day, they would not treat this nephew harshly.

So when Song Chenchen said that he could cook, he was taken aback. He wondered if this family was really as the rumors said, they just treated the mother and child well in front of outsiders, and the family didn't treat them as human beings?

Song Chenchen nodded, "Well, the biscuits I baked are delicious, grandpa, do you want to eat them?"

As he spoke, he took off the tiger backpack, took a box of handmade biscuits from it, and put it in the hands of Old Man Li. Looking at the hand-drawn picture of big and small hands on the cover, Old Man Li felt a little familiar.

"Isn't this the last time Qingcheng took back the biscuits from Li's house?" Mr. Li looked at Ah Zhong as if asking for proof.

Ah Zhong nodded, "Yes, old man."

Old Man Li opened the biscuit box, and the small biscuits inside were packed in bags. He opened a bag and put the biscuits in his mouth to chew.

The biscuits are crispy, the sweetness is just right, and the baking time is just right, neither soft nor hard, he squinted his eyes, a little enjoying, "The biscuits are delicious, the taste is not inferior to those made by pastry chefs in five-star hotels. Morning is amazing!"

Song Chenchen narrowed his eyes with a smile. From this point of view, the grandfather and grandson were somewhat similar.

Song Weiwei watched, her heart beating very fast. She didn't want Song Chenchen to have too much contact with the Li family, which was actually the reason.

When looking at Song Chenchen alone, you don't think he has much similarities with the Li family, but looking at them together, you feel that there are too many similarities.

She secretly went to see Li Baihan, but he caught him straight again. The two looked at each other. She looked away guiltily, and prayed in her heart that no more Li family members would come over.

Fortunately, Mr. Li still knew that he was visiting a doctor now, so he couldn't disturb the patient's rest too much, and he didn't stay in the ward for long, so he took Ah Zhong away.

Li Baihan sent them downstairs, watched them get into the car, and didn't turn back until the car drove out of the hospital.

In the car, Mr. Li was sitting in the back seat. He watched the street scene outside the car window being left behind, and asked Ah Zhong who was sitting in the front row, "Ah Zhong, do you think that child looks familiar?"

Ah Zhong glanced at the rearview mirror, he couldn't actually see Mr. Li from this angle, but he knew what he was thinking, "It looks familiar, but..."

"It's okay for you to say it." Old Master Li said.

Ah Zhong said: "Young Master Song is unlikely to be the child of Eldest Young Master. I just calculated his birthday. Before and after his birth, Eldest Young Master has never been to Jiangcheng."

Old Man Li sighed, "Maybe I was thinking too much, Bai Han would not do such a thing as cheating in marriage, and none of the men in our Li family would do such a thing."

Hearing this, Ah Zhong didn't say any more.

"Maybe I've been thinking too much about hugging my great-grandson recently, but Song Chenchen is really cute. It can be seen that Miss Song has put a lot of thought into this child's education." Old Master Li said sadly.

Song Chenchen's mouth is sweet and educated, and her eyes are clear and starry. She doesn't look like a child who has been abused, on the contrary, she seems to have been carefully raised.

But such a young child can cook and bake biscuits, and he can't believe that he will be raised carefully in the Song family. Alas, he is also free recently, so he only worries about other children's children.

"Bai Han will be 30 soon, and he doesn't even have a woman. When will I have a great-grandson in my arms?" Mr. Li said more and more, the more itchy he was.

Originally, he saw that Li Baihan's attitude towards Secretary Song was different from others, and he thought that if he married Secretary Song, he would not stop him.

But now Secretary Song has a six-year-old child, no matter how much he likes Song Chenchen, he can't let Li Baihan marry a woman with a child.

He sighed, "Isn't it okay for a man from the grandchildren of my Li family?"

Ah Zhong: "..."

Li Baihan, who was suspected of failing, returned to the ward. Song Chenchen was drawing on the low table next to the sofa. Li Baihan walked over and saw Song Weiwei lying on the hospital bed on the drawing paper.

He reached out and touched his son's head, and Song Chenchen rubbed against his palm, his short hair felt a little itchy in his palm.

Seeing that he was serious about painting again, Li Baihan didn't bother him, he walked to the hospital bed, and Song Weiwei was watching the news on her mobile phone.

Seeing him approaching, she put down her phone and asked in a low voice, "Your grandpa is gone?"

"Let's go." Li Baihan bent down to prop up the small table on the hospital bed, then took the food box and opened it, and a smell of meat wafted into his nostrils.

Song Weiwei has been eating liquid food recently, and it's light. When she smelled the smell of meat, she couldn't help swallowing, "It smells so good, is it stewed by Uncle Zhong?"

Li Baihan took a bowl and filled a bowl, and brought it to Song Chenchen first, and filled another bowl, he said, "You have eaten Uncle Zhong's cooking for a few days, and you still remember his skills."

Song Weiwei looked at the bowl with bright eyes, "Uncle Zhong's cooking is delicious, especially to my liking, so I will remember it naturally."

Li Baihan scooped up the soup with a spoon, put it near his mouth and blew it, and then brought it to Song Weiwei's mouth, but Song Weiwei didn't drink it as honestly as before.

She said: "I'm almost healed, I can't let you serve me like this anymore, I'll drink it myself."

Li Baihan avoided her outstretched hand, he looked straight at her, "I want to serve you, open your mouth."

Song Weiwei's cheeks felt hot from his undisguised fiery gaze. She looked away, but obediently opened her mouth to drink the soup.

The soup is very meaty, like the soup her grandfather made for her when she was a child. When she thinks of her grandfather, she thinks of Songjiagou.

"By the way, the Song Group has gone bankrupt, so who owns the Songjiagou land now?"

Li Baihan said: "The land has been taken back. After the Song Group declares bankruptcy, the higher-ups will release the land for auction. At that time, I will find a way to get it."

Song Weiwei was quick-witted, and if the land was taken back, she would also be able to participate in the auction, but it would be easy to reveal her identity if she came forward.

She didn't know that her identity had already been exposed. Mother Song sold her once before, and after that, Song Yuheng and Song Yuanzhuo sold her again.

Now everyone pretends not to know anything, but she is the only one who is really kept in the dark.

Song Weiwei said, "What are you going to do with that piece of land?"

"It depends on the situation. Now Songjiagou has been industrialized, and it is no longer like the small mountain depression in the past. No matter whether I want to open a factory or do other things, the Song family's hometown and Grandpa Song's cemetery will not move at all. "

Song Weiwei's eyes flickered for a moment, and she responded softly with an "oh".

Li Baihan looked into her eyes, "Song Song, you care so much about the use of that land, do you have anything to say to me?"

Song Weiwei's eyelashes trembled slightly, she was clearly guilty, but she still looked up into his gaze, "What should I tell you?"

Li Baihan stared at her for several seconds, but finally couldn't hide his disappointment. He lowered his eyes to look at the soup in the bowl, hiding the expression in his eyes, "It's nothing."

The air fell silent, and neither of them spoke again until the bowl of soup was finished, and Li Baihan took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.

"Go to sleep, I'll be here with you."

In the past few days, Song Weiwei has almost gotten used to it. Whenever Li Baihan asked her to sleep for a while, she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. Seeing him turn off the overhead light, she closed her eyes and fell asleep in a while.

Half asleep, half awake, she seemed to hear him sighing.

"Song Song, when will you be willing to tell me the truth?"