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

Song Weiwei is indeed very busy during this time. Apart from preparing the works for the competition, she also needs to get started with the affairs of the studio as soon as possible. She is as busy as a spinning top every day.

After the death of Master Mu Yi, people in the studio were not stable, and Zhou Lijiang came to make trouble every three days and instigated the sculptor to leave.

Song Weiwei was not surprised to receive resignation letters one after another. She knew that they had no confidence in her when they submitted their resignations. Most of these people consigned their works here for Master Mu Yi's reputation.

And Master Muyi will charge a part of the intermediate fee, and give them the rest, so they and Muyi Studio have been helping each other these years.

Now that Master Mu Yi passed away, without his reputation, they naturally couldn't trust an unknown junior, and she expected that they would not continue to cooperate with her.

In the evening, she and Li Baihan made a video call and talked about it unconsciously.

"You didn't keep them?" Li Baihan asked.

Song Weiwei rubbed her temples, looked at the person on the phone, wondering if it was because she hadn't seen him for a long time, but she actually missed him a little.

"I stayed, but they didn't trust me and couldn't stay."

Li Baihan looked at the creases between her brows, and wanted to reach out to smooth her out, but when he stretched out his hand, his fingers touched the cold phone screen, and then he remembered that they were thousands of miles away.

"It doesn't matter, everyone will be happy." Li Baihan said.

On this matter, he has already given all the suggestions he can give. He believes that Song Weiwei can handle it. The reason why he is so entangled may be how to arrange them so that they will not give up.

Song Weiwei smiled, "Well, when I get the trophy back, they will come back naturally, and then I won't do charity like Master and raise a group of white-eyed wolves."

Song Weiwei had never asked about Mu Yi's studio before. She was in the studio these days and heard a lot of gossip.

The master had a heart attack that night, not without external stimuli. It is said that several consignment sculptors in the studio got drunk that night and mentioned the studio's commission.

They suspected that Master Mu Yi had taken kickbacks and deliberately sold their works at a very low price, but the master listened to him seriously, and a dispute arose between the two parties.

Master Mu Yi has been proud of his sculpting career all his life, he has not many apprentices, and he is well-versed in the sculpting world, but there are also Zhou Lijiang and other less talented disciples.

Therefore, the prices of the sold works vary, but this matter was used by them to slander Master Mu Yi's character, and the more Master Mu Yi thought about it, the more angry he became.

The man was getting old and had a heart disease, and he had something in his heart, and suddenly had a heart attack in the middle of the night, and he was sent to the hospital but there was no cure.

Song Weiwei couldn't bother her with this matter anymore, so she had to ask the servant who took care of her, and the servant told her what happened that night, so she knew that this group of people looked respectable, but in reality they were very philistine.

The work has not been sold, and if the price is low, he will come to Master Muyi to make trouble. Master Muyi has long wanted to sell the studio instead of running the studio.

But when he thought about those practical disciples who followed him, he couldn't bear it, so he didn't say anything about changing hands.

The servant also said that some people are not famous enough to sell their works for a price, but Master Mu Yi thinks that the works are very good, so there is no need to rush to sell them, and they will put them in the studio to wait for someone who is destined.

However, in the eyes of the consignment sculptor, this kind of practice is to hold down the work and not sell it, and the price is too low if it is sold.

Song Weiwei was terribly sad when she thought about how her master dragged her back from the edge of the cliff calmly and aroused her passion for carving.

Master Muyi was originally a noble artist, but he was forced to death by the world in the end. When she thought about it, she felt that the group of blood-sucking insects in the studio were hateful.

"Well, how is the work going?"

Song Weiwei's thoughts were brought back by the deep voice from the phone, she said softly: "Fortunately, I'm already preparing, the title given by the carving committee this time is the ancient mythical beast."

"Ancient mythical beast?" Li Baihan raised his eyebrows.

He didn't know anything about sculpture, but he would go to the antique market with Mr. Li, and occasionally he would come across some wonderfully crafted objects, and he had also seen many works carved with ancient mythical beasts as patterns.

Song Weiwei nodded, "Well, I got a new rough stone and plan to carve a three-legged Golden Crow. It symbolizes rebirth and strength. I think it's good."

Li Baihan looked into her shining eyes, and he smiled slightly, "Yeah."

Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and after the video call ended, Li Baihan knew that Song Weiwei would definitely not come to Beicheng tomorrow, so he asked Jiang Huai to book him a midnight ticket, planning to fly to Jiangcheng to see her.

The two hadn't seen each other for nearly ten days. Even though they played videos every day, they could see people but couldn't touch them, which still made Li Baihan feel anxious.

After hanging up the phone, he went to the cloakroom to pack his luggage briefly, and came out with his bag. He saw Li Minglan squatting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone.

He frowned, "How did you get in?"

"I knocked on the door, but you didn't answer, so I came in by myself, bro, you're going out, are you going to find Secretary Song?" Li Minglan put her phone back into her trouser pocket without any trace, her eyes fixed on Li Baihan's big-name luggage bag.

Li Baihan responded, "If it's not the mountain, I will be the mountain. If she doesn't go back to Beicheng, I have to go to Jiangcheng to see her."

Li Minglan looked up at him, with an expression of "brother, you're done", "brother, you really like Secretary Song? Then what about my sister-in-law?"

Li Minglan didn't want to bring up Song Weiwei to spoil her elder brother's interest at this time, she just felt that her brother was in love, and she thought that he would never fall in love with another in his life, but she didn't expect that her brother would still be unavoidable when he met Secretary Song.

Li Baihan didn't think it was a problem, "She will always be in my heart."

"Brother, you still have a sister-in-law in your heart, but you pretend to be Secretary Song. This is unfair to Secretary Song." Li Minglan said stubbornly.

Li Baihan raised his hand and flicked her forehead, "It's not fair, in my heart, they are the same person."

Li Minglan's eyes were terrified, and she even forgot to rub her forehead when it hurt. She said, "Brother, you used Secretary Song as a substitute for sister-in-law, then she will definitely be very sad when she finds out."

Li Baihan frowned, and it was difficult to explain to Li Minglan that they were alone, so he said, "Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing."

Li Minglan pursed her lips, "Brother, it's wrong for you to do this. If Secretary Song finds out one day, she will definitely break up with you."

"Okay." Li Baihan interrupted her chatter, "I haven't taken care of you yet, you should take care of me first, Li Minglan, let me ask you, when did you get together with Song Yuanzhuo?"

Li Minglan's eyes widened, and she lowered her head in panic for a while, "I don't know what you're talking about, brother, I'll go back first."

Seeing her guilty look, Li Baihan scolded her, "Stop, did you take what I told you last time?"

Li Baihan didn't mean to meddle in Li Minglan's affairs, she must know what she was doing at her age, but the object was Song Yuanzhuo, and he always felt that the other party's purpose was impure.

Li Minglan bit her lower lip aggrievedly, and said, "Brother, I have nothing to do with Second Young Master Song."

"There's nothing like the marriage bell you're looking for will hang on someone's wrist, Minglan, don't think I don't know your little thoughts, you treat him very well, and you also need to know what purpose he has for you."

"What purpose does he have for me, bro, I'm not stupid, I know what I'm doing." Li Minglan hid her anger amidst her grievances.

She's not that bad, right? Song Yuanzhuo couldn't just fall in love with her at first sight?
Li Baihan frowned even tighter, "You know what you're doing so don't get too close to Song Yuanzhuo, he has bad intentions for you, don't blame me for not reminding you when you get hurt."

Li Minglan was aroused by his few words, and she stared at her brother, "If he really has bad intentions for me, what if he doesn't even touch me when I send him in front of me?"

Li Baihan's pupils shrank slightly, and the veins on his forehead twitched, "You!"

He didn't expect his sister to be so courageous and dare to throw herself into Song Yuanzhuo's arms. He was so angry that his breathing became heavy, "Li Minglan, let me remind you one last time, if you don't want to get hurt, stay away from Song Yuanzhuo."

Li Minglan was not willing to listen to him, she covered her ears tightly, and shouted at Li Baihan: "I won't listen, brother, this is my first love, even if it hurts, I'll be happy with it."

Li Baihan froze in place, watching her slam the door out, he closed his eyes, and controlled the urge to grab her back and beat her up.

*
On the 15th Lantern Festival, Li Baihan walked out of the airport at three o'clock in the morning, and saw a slim figure standing at the VIP exit from a distance, his heart throbbed slightly.

Song Weiwei stood at the exit, put her hands in the pockets of her down jacket, opened her mouth and yawned delicately, before she finished her yawn, she saw the familiar tall and straight figure in the dim tears.

She immediately stretched out her hand and waved to him, "President Li, here."

Li Baihan's steps stopped, and the luggage bag fell to the ground. He walked towards her quickly, opened his hands, and hugged her tightly. He lowered his head and leaned against her ear, blowing all the hot air into her ear, dumbfounded. Said: "Why are you here?"

Song Weiwei shrank back into his arms timidly, and said with a smile: "Jiang Special Assistant gave me your flight information, and I came here to pick you up."

Li Baihan came alone this time, without notifying Song Weiwei in advance, he planned to surprise her, but she surprised him instead.

With a surge of heart, he pushed her away slightly, then squeezed her chin and kissed her.

The four lips pressed together, and he sighed contentedly, tossing and turning to deepen the kiss, the two stood at the exit and kissed so passionately that even the passers-by couldn't help but take a second look.

After a long time, Li Baihan let her go, looked down at her lips that were sucked red, he stretched out his slender fingers to gently wipe off the water on the lips, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you miss me?"

Song Weiwei blushed so much that she was about to bleed, she lowered her head and nodded lightly, "Yeah."

Li Baihan stretched out his hand to hold her face, and happily kissed her lips with a "pop". He smiled like a flower, "Let's go, let's go back to the hotel."

He walked back a few steps to pick up the luggage bag that fell on the ground, and left with Song Weiwei. The driver was waiting outside, and the two got into the car one after another.

In the back seat, Li Baihan held Song Weiwei's hand all the time. He didn't expect her to pick up the plane, but his heart was full of her.

Song Weiwei would look back at him occasionally, and seeing him staring straight at her, she inevitably looked away shyly, not daring to meet his gaze.

The two of them didn't talk much along the way, the car drove into a five-star hotel, and Li Baihan led her out of the car.

After checking in, the two of them took the elevator upstairs. Song Weiwei was holding Song Weiwei's hand, and he didn't let go even when checking in.

She clenched the sweat in her palms, looked up at the numbers in the elevator, and her heartbeat gradually accelerated.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator arrived, and the elevator door slowly opened. Li Baihan led her out of the elevator, came to the door, swiped the room card, and the door opened with a "tick".

Li Baihan pulled her into the door, the luggage bag fell at his feet, Song Weiwei was pressed behind the door by him, his lips fell down, covering her lips with passion enough to destroy everything.

Song Weiwei's eyes opened slightly. This kiss was different from the kiss outside the airport just now. That kiss was gentle and lingering, full of longing and care.

But the kiss at this time was passionate and straightforward, it was a kiss between adults, burning with desire, wanting to drag her in and sink together.

The rubbing on the lips did not slow down for a moment, Song Weiwei slowly closed her eyes, she will come tonight, and there is only one purpose, and she does not need to actively seduce her, which made her relax a lot.

On the way here, she had already taken the medicine, as long as it goes smoothly tonight, she should be able to conceive a child.

Li Baihan pressed her and kissed her for a long time, until he was about to explode, then he let her go slowly, and in the dim light, he looked down at her.

Her obedient appearance, which you can pick and choose, made him boil physically and mentally, and his willpower was hovering on the verge of collapse.

"I'm going to take a shower." Li Baihan let her go suddenly.

Song Weiwei's eyelashes trembled, she hurriedly opened her eyes, and saw that the man had taken a step back, her gaze fell on the void, a little vacillating, "Li, Li Baihan, I'll help you."

Li Baihan grabbed the hand she extended, and pecked lightly on her lips, "No, wait for me on the bed, I'll be out soon."

Song Weiwei blushed. Seeing him turn around and walk into the bathroom, her legs softened and she knelt down on the carpet.

Li Baihan stood under the shower. On a very cold day, cold water was poured from his head, extinguishing the anger in his body, and he closed his eyes.

For a moment just now, he wanted to let himself go on, but reason reminded him that she was so obedient tonight and didn't resist him at all, so she must have other plans.

It's not that he can't satisfy her, it's just that when he thinks that this matter is in her heart, it's just an excuse, and he can't continue.

The cold water washed away the thoughts in his heart, he came out of the bathroom, his eyes searched around the room, and finally landed on the slightly raised part of the bed.

He walked over slowly, stood still by the bed, saw her lying on her side, her cheeks puffed up by the pillow, he bent down slightly, and rubbed her face with his fingertips.

Song Weiwei only slept for four hours for several days, and went to pick up the plane specially tonight. She was lying on the bed just now, and she was thinking about waiting for Li Baihan to come out, and if she took the initiative, maybe it would be over tonight.

As a result, as soon as she hit the pillow, sleepiness swept over her.

She was in a deep sleep, and when she was drowsy, she felt that someone was rubbing her face. She rubbed against him lightly, muttered something in a low voice, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Hearing this, Li Baihan froze in place.