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

There was no response for a long time, Li Baihan's heart kept sinking, what expression is she now, shocked, angry, sad, sad, or thinking about how to get rid of him?
"Song Song?" Li Baihan called her softly, the weird silence made him go crazy, but the person on his back didn't respond at all.

He pursed his lips tightly, waiting for her to slide off him, but she didn't move for a long time, until her shoulders sank, and her even breath sprayed on his neck.

Suspicious in his heart, he passed a turning mirror light with his back behind his back and looked at it, only to find that she had fallen asleep lying on his shoulder, and he was immediately relieved.

She fell asleep.

She didn't hear a word of his confession just now, his hanging heart hit his chest heavily, feeling like he was in a trance after a catastrophe.

Fortunately, she didn't hear it.

It's just that he missed this opportunity. Next time he wants to talk about this matter again, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to speak again.

Song Weiwei slept deeply. She was exhausted today. She went to the hospital to send Master Mu Yi away in the morning. In the afternoon, she followed her teacher's wife to dispose of Master Mu Yi's body, and then sent the ashes to the cemetery.

On this day, physical fatigue is second, and emotional ups and downs are the most exhausting.

In fact, when she walked out of Master Mu Yi's villa, she was exhausted and climbed onto Li Baihan's back. After saying those words, she was so tired that she couldn't keep her eyelids open.

So she didn't hear Li Baihan's words begging for forgiveness.

She is so tired.

But in the dream, she was uneasy. She dreamed that Master Mu Yi taught her how to carve. In the dream, she was still a child, unable to hold the carving knife steadily, and always carved deep and shallow, ruining a piece of good jade. look.

Then Master Muyi's face turned into Grandpa's again, and finally the two old men stood at the end of the sunset and waved to her, telling her to go home quickly.

She watched their figures fade in front of her eyes, she ran over quickly, trying to catch them, but her foot missed, and she woke up suddenly.

She opened her eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling, the rapid heartbeat gradually subsided, she closed her eyes, this is her room.

She remembered that before she fell asleep, she was on Li Baihan's back, what about others?

She lifted the quilt and sat up, and following her movements, the crisp sound of bells came to her ears. She looked down and saw a red string on her hand, and a small and delicate bell was tied on the red string. .

She shook her hand and heard the bells jingle.

She raised her wrist and looked at the red rope carefully. The diamond knot was crookedly woven, so she didn't buy it. She lowered her arms and stood up supporting the edge of the bed.

She was still wearing the clothes she wore in the afternoon, she went to find a white sweater in the closet and put it on, then walked out of the room, walked through the long corridor, and came to the stairs.

Voices were heard downstairs, she went to the railing and looked down, the eldest brother and second brother, her parents and Li Baihan were sitting in the living room.

Seeing where they were sitting, Li Baihan was sitting alone on the single sofa, feeling like a hall of three divisions.

She went downstairs with her slippers on, and her voice stopped abruptly. Everyone looked at the spiral staircase. It wasn't until they saw Song Weiwei that Song's mother got up to meet her.

"Song Song woke up, are you hungry? Aunt Rong made some wontons, and I'll cook them for you."

Song Weiwei's stomach grunted at the right time. She pressed her stomach embarrassingly, and held Mother Song's arm coquettishly, "I'm hungry."

Mother Song's eyes were gentle and doting, and she tapped her forehead lightly, "Go and sit down and talk to your dad, I'll cook."

"Thank you mom." Song Weiwei let go of her hand obediently.

Mother Song angrily said, "What's so hard about it, that's all, go and sit down, I'll be fine in a while."

Saying that, Mother Song walked to the kitchen, while Song Weiwei turned to the living room. Song Chenchen came out of nowhere and sat down next to her.

"Mummy, don't be sad, you still have us." Song Chenchen got into her arms, raised her small face and looked at her worriedly.

Song Weiwei smiled lightly, "Well, Mommy is not sad."

As soon as she sat down, the weird atmosphere in the living room disappeared. She looked at the expressions of everyone, but she couldn't see any clues.

The people sitting here are all good people, who can hide their emotions well in an instant, she turned to look at Li Baihan, "Boss Li, thank you for sending me back."

Li Baihan looked at her quietly, there were marks on her face from the pressure of sleep, she was much more energetic than before, he said lightly, "You're welcome."

Song Yuanzhuo sat across from each other, looking back and forth between the two faces, he said: "Song Song, you worked hard today, Master Mu Yi passed away peacefully, don't be too sad."

"Well," Song Weiwei lowered her eyelashes, "I just think that my teacher feels a little uncomfortable. She has a deep relationship with Master and his wife. After Master leaves, she will be lonely."

Father Song has lived to this age, and he has seen a lot of birth, old age, sickness and death. He said: "Young couples come to accompany each other when they grow old. No matter who walks in front, the one who is left behind is always miserable. In the future, you should visit your teacher and wife more often. Don't make her feel alone."

"Well, I will." Song Weiwei nodded.

Master has given her the grace of regeneration, and when he is gone, she should take good care of her.

"I heard that Master Mu Yi handed over his studio to you, Song Song, what do you think?" Father Song said again, he really didn't expect that Master Mu Yi would hand over the studio to Song Song.

After all, there are many capable apprentices among his apprentices, and there are also juniors who are very prestigious in the field of carving technology, but he handed over the studio to Song Song, not even his own son.

Song Weiwei caressed the small bell on her wrist, "I intend to carry on Master's behest and carry forward the carving technique."

In fact, many non-heritage cultures are disappearing now, such as fire trees and silver flowers, such as some embroidery techniques. Her interest in antique carving was inspired by Mr. Li and taught by Master Mu Yi himself.

She knows that many people don't pay much attention to these things now, that's why antiques are sold at sky-high prices because of their rarity, and carving techniques will gradually fade out with time.

Master often told her that the biggest regret in his life was that he didn't let the carving technique spread widely again.

"Well, if you have your own ideas, do it. We all support you. If that's the case, you will stay in Jiangcheng to manage the studio after that year." Father Song glanced at Li Baihan meaningfully.

Li Baihan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at Song Weiwei, waiting for her answer.

If she stayed in Jiangcheng, they would be thousands of miles away, and everything would change. He didn't want to be separated from her, but what position does he have now?
She approached him with a purpose, and once the purpose was achieved, she would also leave, but how should he keep her?
Song Weiwei raised her eyelids, looked at Li Baihan lightly, and said, "There is a mature team in the studio. If I take over rashly, I'm afraid it will be counterproductive. I plan to infiltrate it little by little, and come back in half a year to take over."

Father Song frowned, "Song Song, your mother and I want you to stay in Jiangcheng. Your master's career needs your help, and your master's wife also needs your care."

"Dad," Song Weiwei looked at Father Song and interrupted him softly, "I know what I'm doing."

Half a year, she will give herself another half year, once she becomes pregnant, she will return to Jiangcheng, just...

She glanced at Li Baihan guilty. If he knew that she was plotting against him from the beginning to the end, she wondered if he would be deeply shocked when he knew the truth.

Father Song moved his lips, and Song Yuheng, who was sitting beside him, pressed the back of his hand. The father and son looked at each other, and Father Song took a step back, "Okay."

Li Baihan watched the conversation between the father and daughter. If he didn't know that Chenchen was ill, he wouldn't be able to hear what kind of charades the two were playing. At this moment, he saw Father Song looking at him calmly.

For some reason, he felt like a breeding pig, being weighed by him.

This feels really bad.

Song's mother quickly cooked the small wontons, paired with the chicken soup that had been simmered for two hours at night, and the aroma was overflowing. Song Weiwei got up and went to the restaurant for dinner.

After eating a bowl of steaming small wontons, she only felt that the vitality of her whole body had returned. She had just put down her chopsticks when she heard Song Yuanzhuo's very rude order to evict customers.

"President Li, it's getting late, do you need to arrange a driver to take you for a ride?"

When Li Baihan came, he never thought that the Song family would let him stay overnight. It was already the limit of the Song family's patience for him to stay until Song Weiwei woke up.

He stood up and saw Song Weiwei coming out of the restaurant, he said lightly, "Okay, I'll come back tomorrow."

Song Weiwei lowered her eyelids, "Brother, I'll take him out."

As she said that, she took off her down jacket and put it on, and sent Li Baihan out. Song Chenchen chased him out and grabbed Li Baihan's clothes to prevent him from leaving, "Shu Shu, it's so late, don't leave, okay?"

Li Baihan's heart was about to melt, he knelt down in front of Song Chenchen, saw him crying in anxiety, and tapped the tip of his nose, "Chenchen, my family doesn't have a guest room..."

"You can sleep in my bed or in Mommy's bed. When we were in Beicheng, you slept in Mommy's bed. You don't need a guest room." Song Chenchen said without hesitation.

Father Song's eyebrows were flying with anger.

Song Yuheng coughed lightly, glanced at Song Weiwei's uncomfortable expression, and said, "Chenchen, talk nonsense, President Li still has something to do."

"It's Chinese New Year, what's more important for Shushu than seeing me and Mommy?" Song Chenchen put his arms around Li Baihan's neck, "It's so dark outside, and uncle driver is also celebrating Chinese New Year, so let Shushu live here?"

The whole family looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what ecstasy soup Li Baihan had poured into Song Chenchen to make the kid desperately speak for him.

Mother Song couldn't bear to see her little grandson crying so anxiously, she said, "Aunt Rong, go prepare a guest room."

Song Chenchen immediately burst into tears, ran up to Song's mother, pulled Song's mother to squat down, he kissed her hard on the face, and let out a loud "boo".

"Grandma, I like you the most."

Mother Song's heart was about to be sweetened. She reached out and poked the little guy's forehead, "You are the only one who can coax people. Yesterday you said that your favorite person is uncle."

Song Chenchen narrowed his eyes with a smile, "But the person I like the most today is you, grandma."

"A playful little guy." Song's mother nodded his nose, no matter how dissatisfied she was with Li Baihan, she couldn't bear to see her little grandson frown and shed a tear.

She sighed, "It's getting late, you guys talk, I'll take Chenchen upstairs to rest first."

Father Song saw that Mother Song had let go, so he couldn't say anything more, so he turned around and followed them upstairs. Soon, only Song Weiwei and the others were left in the living room.

Song Weiwei found an excuse and went back to her room first. She sat in front of the workbench, gently stroking the tools on the workbench with her fingers. This set of tools was a gift from her master.

Thinking of Master, she inevitably felt sad again, life is too impermanent, people who were in high spirits yesterday may never see them today.

She didn't want to let herself be sad, so she picked up the half-polished bracelet and polished it on the instrument. She was slowly immersed in the carving, forgetting the time and sadness.

By the time she finished polishing the bracelet, it was already midnight, she got up rubbing her sore neck, and picked up the glass only to find that she had drunk all the water.

She went downstairs with the cup.

Everything was revived, and occasionally a string of firecrackers sounded, and the bell on her wrist made a slight and crisp sound as she walked, and the jingle of the bell was extremely melodious.

She walked to the first floor, and there was a dim light in the kitchen. She walked slowly and saw the tall man who was pouring water at a glance. He was wearing a shirt and slacks. He had just taken a shower, and his hair was slightly wet and drooping on his forehead. A little less majestic than usual, a little more approachable.

The two looked at each other, Li Baihan looked at the water glass in her hand, reached out to take it, and poured water for her, he leaned against the dressing table, "Haven't you slept so late?"

Song Weiwei was also leaning on the high chair, holding the water glass in both hands, the light shone on her eyelashes, casting a faint arc shadow on the eye sockets.

"Well, why haven't you slept yet?"

Li Baihan brushed his wet hair, "I just got out of the shower and my hair was still dry, so I went down to get a glass of water."

Song Weiwei raised her eyelids, pinching the wall of the cup, "I have a hair dryer in my room, I'll get it to you later."

"Okay," Li Baihan took a sip of water, his Adam's apple slid slightly, but his gaze never left her face for a moment, "Song Song, are you still sad?"

Song Weiwei clasped the cup wall tightly with her fingers, and she looked out of the window far away, her eyes were as dark as the night outside the window.

"Well, I know that people will eventually die when they get old, but I still can't accept it. It was too sudden. When I went to see him yesterday, he was fine." Song Weiwei's voice gradually became hoarse.

Li Baihan walked over slowly, hugged her from behind, rubbed his chin lightly on the back of her head, "Song Song, I am here, I am with you."

Song Weiwei blinked her eyes to get rid of her sour emotions, she took a deep breath, her voice was still trembling, "Thank you."

Li Baihan hugged her tightly. At this time, the silence was louder than the sound. After a long time, his eyes fell on the red rope around her wrist, and he asked softly, "Do you like it?"

Song Weiwei probably guessed what he was asking, she lowered her eyes, wrinkled her nose and said, "It's so ugly, did you make it up yourself?"

Li Baihan responded softly, "Well, I made it up by myself. If it's not good, I'll have experience next time."

Song Weiwei couldn't help laughing, raised her wrist and shook it, and the crisp bell sounded endlessly, her eyebrows and eyes were raised, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Li Baihan curled his lips into a smile, and mentioned that his heart in midair slowly returned to its original place. He put it on for her while she was asleep, but he was actually afraid that she would think it ugly and take it off.

"Ah."

The two hugged each other quietly for a while, Song Weiwei calmed down, she gently pushed him away, "It's getting late, I'll get you a hair dryer, dry your hair and go to bed early."

Li Baihan: "Okay."