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

The black car drove directly into the community and stopped under the apartment building. Li Baihan carried Song Weiwei out of the car, and she said uncomfortably: "You let me down, I will go by myself."

Li Baihan looked down at the woman in his arms, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I like holding you."

Song Weiwei was already used to being hugged up and down by him during this period of time, and now she felt helpless, "If this continues, I don't know what to do with my long legs."

Li Baihan's eyes slid along her waist to her legs. She was wearing a pair of black wide-leg pants today. The pants were very soft and fit close to the skin, making her legs straight and slender.

An untimely image flashed in his mind, his heart felt a little dry, and when he met her clear eyes, he coughed lightly in embarrassment.

He glanced forward, Jiang Huai was walking in front with his luggage, a few steps away, he couldn't hold it back, he lowered his head and whispered into Song Weiwei's ear: "Legs grow out, naturally they have their uses, don't use them for walking , you can also..."

The last few words were whispered close to Song Weiwei's ear.

The volume was too low, and only Song Weiwei could hear it. She suddenly widened her eyes and looked at the man's handsome and noble face in disbelief.

She really didn't expect that this person would talk flirtatiously sometimes, and he was so lewd...

"You..." Her face quickly became hot, as if she had been soaked in red wine, and then turned red quickly, and finally she was unable to speak a word.

Li Baihan has become a hooligan, and he has no embarrassment. He sized her up from head to toe, and said in a low voice, "Do you know that I have endured it for a long time?"

Song Weiwei felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, his eyes seemed to be picking her clothes off, making her feel uncomfortable all over, if she could, she really wanted to jump out of his arms and hide away.

"I……"

"Don't worry, I won't force it." Li Baihan blinked at her, those long and narrow peach eyes hinted at her, very affectionate.

Song Weiwei didn't expect him to be so shameless. Just as she was about to speak, she caught a glimpse of Jiang Huai who was waiting by the elevator. She gritted her teeth, and stretched out her hand to twist Li Baihan's waist where Jiang Huai couldn't see.

The man groaned in pain, and the malicious smile disappeared from his eyes. The girl looked weak, but her hands were quite strong.

Satisfied, Song Weiwei withdrew her hand and was carried into the elevator by Li Baihan.

Jiang Huai walked in, pressed the floor button, accidentally caught a glimpse of Li Baihan's expression, and always felt that he was holding back something, but there was a sly smile on the corner of Secretary Song's mouth.

Something is wrong with these two.

The elevator went up to the floor where the apartment was located, the double doors opened slowly, there were several people standing in the corridor, and Aunt Rong was holding a basin of water with grapefruit leaves in it.

Seeing Li Baihan coming out with Song Weiwei in his arms, she greeted her happily, "Song Song, you are finally out of the hospital, first use grapefruit leaves to get rid of the bad breath."

Song Yuanzhuo stepped forward slowly, glanced at Li Baihan piercingly, then picked up the grapefruit leaf and swept it over Song Weiwei a few times.

Li Minglan came out from the side, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, "Sister Song, congratulations on your discharge from the hospital. I carefully selected these flowers. I hope you like them."

Song Weiwei looked at Li Minglan in confusion, she was a little puzzled, why was Li Minglan here?
Looking at the delicate and beautiful flowers she handed over, she didn't bother to think too much, and said softly, "Thank you."

"Why are you being polite? I also want to thank you for saving my brother. On behalf of our Li family, I would like to thank you." Li Minglan put the flower in her arms, her eyes sparkled, and she glanced at Song Yuanzhuo shyly.

This look fell into Song Weiwei's eyes, and she felt even more suspicious.

"Okay, everyone, don't stand at the door, come in first, Song Song, I'll cook pork knuckle noodles for you, and you'll be safe after eating the noodles." Aunt Rong said.

Li Baihan carried Song Weiwei into the house, her coat was soaked in water, Li Baihan carried her directly into the bedroom, and helped her take off her wet clothes.

His slender white fingers pinched the zipper, and when he was about to pull it down, Song Weiwei grabbed his wrist, "What are you doing?"

The man raised his eyes, looked into her restless and anxious eyes, and said calmly, "Undress for you."

Song Weiwei's cheeks were blushing, she stared at him, "My brother and the others are all outside, what are you trying to do with my clothes off, didn't you say you can bear it?"

Li Baihan froze for a moment, then laughed out loud, "What are you thinking?"

Seeing his expression, Song Weiwei knew that she had misunderstood just now. Her cheeks were slightly hot, her eyes dodged his teasing gaze, "I...I didn't think about anything."

Li Baihan couldn't help laughing, the corners of his mouth curled up, he zipped the zipper all the way, and then took off his coat, the temperature in the house was 26 degrees, in fact, wearing a cashmere sweater was almost the same.

He squatted in front of her and said in a low voice, "You can think about it after the injury is healed."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Li Minglan sat outside for a while, but did not see Li Baihan and the others coming out. She got up and walked outside the master bedroom door, which was open.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door, "Brother, Aunt Rong's noodles are about to be cooked, so bring Sister Song out quickly."

Song Weiwei pushed away the man's hand who was about to come and hug her, and she stood up while supporting the desk, "Let me walk by myself at home, my brother said to move more."

Li Baihan didn't insist on hugging her anymore, but followed her carefully, and if she showed a painful expression, he would do it for her.

"Go slowly, we are not in a hurry."

Song Weiwei looked up at him, "Boss Li, you made me nervous too."

Watching her walk, Li Baihan had the feeling of watching a child toddler, feeling that she was about to fall at any moment, but it was clear that she was walking very steadily.

Li Minglan stood at the door and watched her brother follow Song Weiwei step by step, but she didn't even notice her brother didn't spoil his sister-in-law so much, did he?

"Sister Song, doesn't the wound hurt?" Li Minglan saw that her brother was nervous, so she stretched out her hand nervously to help him.

In the end, before touching Song Weiwei, Li Baihan patted her away. He frowned and said, "Don't help her if you are careless, it will only add to the chaos later."

Li Minglan bit her lip and stared at him, "I'm not as unreliable as you said."

Seeing this, Song Weiwei took the initiative to put her hand on Li Minglan's wrist, "The wound doesn't hurt, it has healed, don't worry."

"You have been suffering during this period. Today you were discharged from the hospital. Originally, grandpa wanted to visit you, but in the end I snatched him first. Sister Song, when you recover from your injury, go to my house to play. My grandpa likes you very much." Li Minglan said cutely.

Song Weiwei smiled, she likes Li Minglan, this girl is pure and lively, and has a very good personality, although she comes from a family, she doesn't have the capriciousness of a rich lady, on the contrary she is very lovable.

I don't know who will marry this girl in the future, that's really a blessing.

"When I recover from my injury, I will definitely pay a visit."

While talking, they had already walked to the living room. Aunt Rong cooked pig's knuckle noodles and served them a bowl each. Song Weiwei's bowl had the most pig's knuckles.

Song Chenchen held his exclusive small bowl, squeezed to Song Weiwei's side, forked the pig's feet in the bowl and put them into Song Weiwei's bowl, he said in a childish voice, "Mommy, I'll let you eat my pig's feet, okay?" Grandma said that you have lost too much blood, and you need to eat more meat to make up for it.

There was already a lot in Song Weiwei's bowl, so she picked out a meaty piece and put it back in Chenchen's bowl, "Chenchen has been very sensible during this time, this is to reward you."

"Thank you Mommy, I like eating pig's feet the most."

The pork knuckle noodles made by Aunt Rong are very delicious, especially the pork knuckles are marinated first and put in the refrigerator to taste, and then boiled after cooking.

Li Baihan calmly plucked the pig's feet from the bowl to Song Chenchen. Song Chenchen gnawed on the pig's feet until his face was covered with oil. Li Baihan took out a wet tissue and wiped it for him.

The movements are gentle, like treating fine porcelain.

Sitting opposite Li Minglan, looking at the three of them, she thought they were a family of three, but looking at Song Chenchen, she felt that this child looked a bit like a big brother.

Probably because she stared blankly for too long, she attracted the attention of Song Yuanzhuo beside her, and Song Yuanzhuo also followed her gaze.

Looking at it this way, they really feel like a family of three.

He coughed lightly, put the pig's trotters in the bowl into Li Minglan's bowl, and said softly, "Eat more, too, to replenish collagen."

In fact, if this move is placed between ordinary couples, it would be nothing.

But both the Li family and the Song family are well-to-do, and they had to share the chopsticks when eating at the same table since they were young, not to mention putting things from the bowls into other people's bowls, which is a more intimate behavior.

Although Song Weiwei concentrated on eating, she didn't miss the undercurrent between them.

In particular, Li Minglan didn't dislike her at all, and thanked Song Yuanzhuo sweetly, her eyes seemed to be shining with thousands of stars, bright and dazzling.

Song Weiwei finally knew why she was confused when she saw Li Minglan appearing at her house just now.

Because obviously, Li Minglan didn't know the location of her home through Li Baihan, but was brought by Song Yuanzhuo, but what did Song Yuanzhuo approach Li Minglan so well?
Song Weiwei ate this meal a little absent-mindedly.

After eating, she went back to the master bedroom. Although the wound was healing, it was still painful, which prevented her from sitting for a long time.

Not long after she returned to the room, Song Yuanzhuo opened the door and came in.

He was holding a tray in his hand with a glass of water and a medicine dispenser, which contained the medicine she needed, and he sat down beside the bed.

He casually picked up the medicine dispenser, poured the medicine in his palm, looked at Song Weiwei's thin face, and said, "I still don't understand, why did you pounce on it?"

Song Weiwei closed her eyes, "Brother, this matter has already been turned over, so stop talking about it."

Song Yuanzhuo frowned, "I won't say you'll be stupid next time, Song Song, he's a big man, even if he gets stabbed, it's okay, just to vent his anger, if you encounter this kind of thing again in the future, run away , don’t rush to block the knife again, do you hear me?”

Song Weiwei was extremely helpless, sometimes her body's reactions were beyond her control.

At that time, she saw a flash of cold light, and the sharp dagger stabbed straight at Li Baihan, she didn't have time to think about anything, and when she realized it, the dagger had already pierced into her lower abdomen.

Perhaps, rationally, she no longer has much affection for him, but her bones have not forgotten, so she formed a conditioned reflex.

Song Yuanzhuo hated that iron could not make steel.

Song Weiwei didn't want him to continue preaching, so she changed the topic, "Brother, why are you with Minglan, you..."

"We're fine." Song Yuanzhuo answered quickly, and the faster he answered, the more suspicious he looked.

Song Weiwei squinted her eyes and stared straight at him. Among the three elder brothers, Song Yuanzhuo was the most romantic and ruthless.

At the beginning, he worked hard to gain a firm foothold in Beicheng, and within a few years he established his own headhunting kingdom, with outstanding abilities and the most powerful means.

A big guy like him shouldn't have crossed paths with Li Minglan, but at the dinner table just now, the atmosphere between them was very different.

Li Minglan looked at him clearly with unconcealable admiration and admiration.

This is not a good sign.

"Brother, tell me the truth, is it because of me that you deliberately approach Minglan?"

"No!" Song Yuanzhuo replied simply.

Song Weiwei lowered her eyelids and said in a low voice: "It's Li Baihan's fault for wronging me, and there is nothing wrong with others. Brother, there is an injustice and a debtor. He should bear the burden of my revenge. I hope we won't drag the innocent. People go into the water."

Song Yuanzhuo frowned, "Song Song, do you believe me?"

Song Weiwei saw that he was getting angry from embarrassment, she pursed her lips tightly, "It's not that I don't believe you, but... I just hope that innocent people will not be involved."

Song Yuanzhuo put the medicine on the tray, he stood up, his expression sullen, "I know what I'm doing, Song Song, there are countless times of betrayal besides 0, I hope you can think about it calmly, don't be fooled by him now Be deceived by your performance."

Song Weiwei watched her brother leave angrily, she sighed, her brother's character is only when he hits the nail on the back, he will become angry from embarrassment.

From this point of view, he did intend to get close to Li Minglan.

How can it go on like this?

She raised her hand to gently cover the wound on her lower abdomen, and secretly vowed in her heart that she would heal the wound as soon as possible, and then find an opportunity to borrow from Li Baihan.

As long as she leaves Beicheng, the second brother will not attack Li Minglan again.

It's just that she forgot that feelings are the most uncontrollable. She is in such poor health now, and her lower abdomen has just been injured. It will take at least three or four months before she is sure that the borrowing is successful.

How far will Li Minglan and Song Yuanzhuo develop at that time?

After a lively afternoon, after dinner, Li Minglan and Song Yuanzhuo left, and the house suddenly became deserted. Song Weiwei sat on the balcony watching the night scene, while Song Chenchen leaned against her lap and drew.

He learned painting at the age of two, and has a strong talent in this area. Now he can draw sketches of characters with ease.

Li Baihan put on a cold and dignified outfit, and sat opposite the mother and son, acting as a human model for Song Chenchen, while Song Weiwei finished flipping through an antique magazine.

She felt that Li Baihan's gaze was on her all the time, she thought for a while, and hinted: "Minglan seems to be getting very close to my second brother recently."

Li Baihan looked up at her, "Song Song, what are you worried about?"

Song Weiwei was startled, and subconsciously raised her hand to rub her face. Was she so obvious that Li Baihan could see that she was worried.

"I, my second brother is actually very flirtatious. He might not stop for someone. I'm afraid Minglan will get hurt. If it's someone else, I won't say anything, but Minglan..."

Li Baihan looked at her with a smile in his eyes, "It doesn't matter, if your second brother dares to provoke Minglan, he must be prepared to be responsible, no girl from our Li family will let himself suffer, and neither will Minglan. "