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

The hair dryer was in Song Weiwei's room. It was Dyson's new model. The rose red hair dryer looked very high-end. She handed the hair dryer to Li Baihan who was waiting by the door.

Li Baihan glanced down, but didn't reach out to take it. He looked at her boudoir, even if he had seen it once in the video, it was still novel at this time.

"Can I come in and sit down?"

Song Weiwei thought about the fact that he carried her home in the afternoon, she was not easy to chase away, so she had to step aside and said lightly: "Come in."

Li Baihan stepped into it, saying that it was a boudoir, and it was true. From the room to the decoration, everything was full of girlishness, which made him, a brutish man, feel out of place.

Song Weiwei took the hair dryer and went to the socket to plug it in, and said to Li Baihan who was looking at the room, "Boss Li, let me dry your hair for you."

In fact, men's hair is short, and it's easy to dry without a hair dryer. Li Baihan just wanted to stay with her for a while, making up random excuses.

He walked over slowly and sat down on the pink sofa. Song Weiwei walked around to his side and turned on the hair dryer. The noise was not too loud, and the wind was soft and not scorching.

Song Weiwei lowered her head slightly, running her fingers through the thick strands of hair, and occasionally her palms would itch slightly from being pinched by the stiff hair.

The light shone down from the ceiling, Li Baihan's eyes were calm, and finally fell on the pair of polished bracelets on the workbench.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's only been two days, and you've already made a pair of bracelets?"

Song Weiwei followed his line of sight and saw the pair of bracelets in the blue velvet box. She said, "Every time I sit on the workbench, I forget the time. Besides, bracelets are easy to make. You only need to polish them. What's the effort."

Li Baihan pursed his thin lips slightly, thinking that she has only been back for less than three days, and today she has been traveling all day, so polishing the two bracelets does not take time, it is also meticulous work.

He held her hands, took away the hair dryer and turned it off, and put it on the low table beside him. He pulled her between her legs and looked up at her.

"Have you not had a good rest these two days?"

Song Weiwei: "Perhaps I slept too much before recovering from my injuries, and I am full of energy when I come back. Besides, every time I devote myself to something, I want to finish it, but I don't deliberately stay up late."

"Song Song." Li Baihan tugged lightly, Song Weiwei was unsteady, and fell on his lap, with his arms around her waist, he raised his hand to lightly touch the crow blue under her eyelids.

"I didn't stay up all night, how did the dark circles under my eyes come from?"

His fingers touched the eyelids, the eyes were sensitive, Song Weiwei only felt itchy, and the eyelashes could not help but flutter, rubbing against his fingers like butterflies.

In the middle of the night, and there were only the two of them in the room, he couldn't help feeling distracted, his eyes gradually became dark and deep, and it seemed that there was a flame growing deep in his pupils.

Holding her chin with his hand, he leaned over slowly, his thin lips fell on her trembling eyelids, and he took a sip before kissing her eyebrows.

Song Weiwei didn't know why she was bewitched, she didn't push him away, she opened her eyes only after he moved a little away.

The two looked at each other quietly, ambiguity grew in the silent atmosphere, Li Baihan slightly tilted his head, his thin lips covered her red lips, and turned deeply.

At the beginning, the kiss was as dense as a spring breeze and drizzle, but at the end it was out of control. When it finally stopped, Song Weiwei realized that she was pressed by a man on the small single sofa.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed due to lack of oxygen, her chest was heaving and unsteady, and her heart was beating like a drum. Her lips were bright red, and one part of her skin was scratched by his teeth, and a little bit of blood oozes out.

Li Baihan's dark eyes stared at her lips without blinking, maybe even she herself didn't know how attractive she looked at this moment.

He suppressed the urge to tear this person apart, turned his head away in embarrassment, and stood up, "It's getting late, you should rest."

As he said that, he walked towards the door, took a few steps, and finally couldn't hold back. He turned and looked at her. He pointed his finger at his lips, "The lip is bitten, apply some medicine in a while."

Song Weiwei's face became even more colorful in an instant.

Li Baihan walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Just after taking two steps, he saw that one of the doors on the corridor was opened from the inside.

Song Yuanzhuo stood at the door, wearing a silk nightgown, staring at Li Baihan with dark and sharp eyes, seeing that his clothes were neat, he said coldly: "President Li, guests must be conscious of being guests, don't treat this place as your Li family. "

Li Baihan walked over slowly, pushed open the door opposite him, before entering the door, he looked at Song Yuanzhuo with a hint of provocation on his expression.

"I heard that Second Young Master Song's mother and child have been single for so many years, so it's no wonder that she is so irritable and can't see other people's affection."

Song Yuanzhuo's eyes widened, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Li Baihan curled his lips, "It's getting late, Second Young Master Song, what a dream."

Song Yuanzhuo: "..."

He stared at the tightly closed door, frantically playing barrage in his mind, and scolded Li Baihan from head to toe in the sea of ​​consciousness, he slammed the door angrily.

He went to the bed and sat down, out of breath.

Li Baihan actually dared to laugh at his mother's singleness?
it is good!
very good! '

very good!
He picked up his phone, and there was an unread message lying quietly on WeChat. He clicked on it to see that it was sent to him by Li Minglan, but he never replied.

Recently, he deliberately kept Li Minglan cold, not wanting to develop too quickly with her, but just now he was stimulated by Li Baihan, so he decided not to be cold.

Li Baihan came into the room to bully his sister, and he would never let his sister go!
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On the third day of the Lunar New Year, the sun was shining brightly. Early in the morning, children's laughter could be heard downstairs. Li Baihan opened his eyes, picked up the vibrating mobile phone, and glanced at the caller ID.

He connected, "Mom, what's the matter?"

Mother Li frowned when she heard the deep sleepiness in his voice, "Bo Han, I heard that you have gone to Jiangcheng. What are you doing in Jiangcheng during Chinese New Year?"

Li Baihan lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking what I came to Jiangcheng for, naturally I came to chase after my wife to see my son, but it is not easy to tell Li's mother clearly.

"I am busy."

"What is more important than spending time with your family?" Li's mother frowned even more tightly.

Li Baihan said: "Mom, Qingcheng and Minglan are both at home. Whether you're going shopping or going out to play mahjong, they will help you carry your bag and accompany you. Why do you care if I'm here?"

"What are you talking about?" Li's mother said unhappily, "It's a family reunion during the Chinese New Year, but you ran so far, Bo Han, I don't know what Secretary Song gave you, you are so obsessed to her."

Li Baihan didn't want Li's mother to misunderstand that Song Weiwei urged him to come to Jiangcheng, he said, "Mom, Master Mu Yi has passed away, I'm here to attend the funeral."

"What?" Li's mother knew Master Mu Yi, and Mr. Li often talked about him, saying that he was the Taishan Beidou in the world of antiques, "When did it happen?"

"yesterday."

"That's all right, come back after attending the funeral." Li's mother hung up the phone after she finished speaking.

Li Baihan was so disturbed by the phone call that he couldn't continue to sleep, and hearing the laughter from downstairs, he couldn't stay on the bed anymore, so he had to get up.

Walking to the window, he opened the curtains, and saw Song Chenchen downstairs, wrapped in a red down jacket and wearing a furry hat, playing badminton with Song Yuheng with a badminton racket.

The little guy was flushed from running, and he was full of vigor in the morning light. It was hard to tell that he was a patient suffering from a coagulation disorder.

The little guy didn't catch the ball and was depressed when he suddenly saw Li Baihan standing behind the curtain, his eyes lit up and he waved to him.

"Shu Shu, you woke up, did you wake us up?"

Li Baihan had no choice but to open the window, and the cold air came in. He was only wearing a thin shirt, and he felt the biting cold wind.

"Well, I just woke up and didn't disturb me."

Song Yuanzhuo was hurt by Li Baihan last night, and now he said in a strange way: "Mr. Li, the sun is already drying your ass, how dare you sleep till now?"

Li Baihan glanced at him with a half-smile, "I'm not very embarrassed, sorry, I slept late last night."

Song Yuanzhuo wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Song Yuheng's eyes. Song Chenchen was sensitive by nature. He already knew that Li Baihan was his biological father. If they clearly expressed their rejection of him, the little guy would feel uncomfortable.

Song Yuheng said: "Boss Li, since you're awake, help me wake Song Song up, breakfast is ready."

Li Baihan nodded, turned around and entered the room. He put on a smoke gray cashmere sweater, strode out of the room, and just arrived at the door of Song Weiwei, the door opened from the inside, and Song Weiwei stood at the door yawning, "President Li, you and I Let me tell you, I won't go down to eat, I'll sleep a little longer."

Li Baihan's gaze lingered on her face, seeing that her eyes were bloodshot, he nodded and said, "Okay, then you can sleep a little longer."

Song Weiwei responded, closed the door, went back to bed and continued to sleep.

When Li Baihan went downstairs, the two brothers of the Song family brought Song Chenchen into the living room, and the two elders of the Song family were also waiting in the dining room. When they heard that Song Weiwei had to sleep for a while, they couldn't bear to disturb her.

"Yesterday she had a busy day. Master Mu Yi passed away. She must have been too sad to sleep well last night. Let her rest at home today and don't go anywhere," Father Song said.

Song's mother felt distressed, "Master Mu Yi has shown her the kindness of rebuilding, how could she not feel bad when he left so suddenly? Alas, my poor daughter."

"Okay, okay, don't say this in front of her, so as not to make her sad again, you stay at home with her today, you don't have to go with us." Father Song said.

Every year on the third and fourth day of the Lunar New Year, we have to visit relatives and relatives. Everyone walks around with each other to contact relatives so as not to alienate them.

They were still worried about leaving Song Weiwei at home alone.

Li Baihan spoke at the right time, "Uncle and aunt must trust me, I will accompany her."

Song's father and Song's mother looked at each other, and they understood each other's eyes. Naturally, they couldn't trust him, and letting him stay was just for Chenchen's sake.

Song Yuanzhuo snorted coldly, "Dad, Mom, I'll stay with Song Song, you go."

"How can I do that? Your sister-in-law said that she hasn't seen you for many years. It's rare to see you come back to celebrate the New Year this year. She loved you the most when you were young." Father Song said.

Song Yuanzhuo pursed his lips, and glanced at Li Baihan unwillingly. Until now, he still couldn't let go of what happened seven years ago.

Everyone at the dinner table chatted back and forth, and finally asked Li Baihan to take care of Song Weiwei for them.

After dinner, the Song family got into the car and left the Song residence one after another. The villa suddenly became quiet. Li Baihan walked upstairs slowly. When he passed Song Weiwei's room, he paused, and he didn't go in to disturb her rest.

Song Weiwei didn't wake up until the sun was high. She had accumulated a few days of sleep. When she woke up, it was as if she had taken drugs, and her body was so light that she seemed to be in the clouds.

She lay down for a long time before she got out of the weak soft feeling, she sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The blackout curtains completely blocked the sunlight outside. After she changed her sweater, Voice opened the curtains, and she turned and walked out of the room.

The villa was very quiet, except for the faint sound of water coming from the kitchen. She rubbed her eyes, walked to the kitchen, and walked to the door. She said, "Aunt Rong, I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

Li Baihan stood by the sink, turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw that she was still rubbing her eyes, as if she hadn't woken up, he curled his lips, "There is bird's nest porridge warming in the pot, you can eat some first, to pad your stomach, and lunch will come soon." it is done."

Song Weiwei watched him smoothly take out a white porcelain bowl from the steamer, put it on the countertop, and looked up at her. She suddenly remembered that this man pressed her on the pink sofa last night, covering her from head to toe. After being bullied all over, two blushes quickly appeared on her cheeks.

She licked her lips, it was just a coincidence that she just licked the place where he had bitten her, and she hissed lightly, her cheeks turned even redder.

She lowered her head, walked to the counter without saying a word, and sat down on the high chair. She held the bowl and spoon and began to drink the porridge.

"Where are my parents, why are you cooking?" Song Weiwei broke the silence.

While washing the vegetables, Li Baihan chatted with her, "They went to your sister-in-law's house. Aunt Rong was sent away by me, and there are only two of us at home."

Song Weiwei heard him say that there were only two of us at home, and her heart throbbed slightly. She drank the bird's nest porridge and said in a low voice: "My sister-in-law's fourth birthday was not celebrated in previous years. This year's tenth birthday, when we were still in Beicheng It’s about getting together as a family.”

Li Baihan put the washed vegetables into the vegetable basket and set them on the basin to drain, "Well, I heard from my uncle and aunt that they didn't wake you up because they were worried that you would not be able to take it anymore."

Song Weiwei pursed her lips, "Sister-in-law doesn't like me, it's just right that I don't go, so as not to upset her."

Li Baihan frowned, "You are so obedient and considerate, people who don't like you have bad eyesight, so we ignore her."

Song Weiwei looked at his defensive appearance, and suddenly felt that he was very handsome. She said: "There are so many people in the world. It's normal to have a few people who don't like me occasionally. I don't really mind."

The reason my sister-in-law didn't like her was because her existence hindered her interests.

"Huh?" Li Baihan looked at her suspiciously.

Song Weiwei smiled and said: "It's nothing, I'm not RMB, I don't expect everyone to like me, but President Li, why haven't you returned to Beicheng?"

Li Baihan walked over slowly, supporting the counter with one hand, he leaned slightly closer to her, and whispered in her ear, "You are here, I am not going anywhere."