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

Song Weiwei slept so deeply that when she woke up, she felt that someone was lying beside her. She was startled, and she jumped out of bed almost reflexively, her heart beating wildly.

The light in the room was dim, and there was a faint fragrance in the air, as well as a familiar cool smell of cedar, and her shut-down brain quickly resumed operation.

She scratched her hair, turned the unspoken scream into a long sigh, and sat slowly at the end of the bed, lost in thought.

Why did she fall asleep last night?
It was such a good opportunity, as long as she took the initiative, something would happen between them, but she fell asleep.

She was so angry that she tugged on her thigh, and the tugging was too hard, tears welled up in her eyes from the pain, and she blamed herself in her heart.

Why are you so dishonest?

What a missed opportunity!

Li Baihan didn't sleep deeply, he woke up when she bounced off the bed as if she was stimulated by something, he lay on the bed calmly like an old dog, just wanted to see what she was going to do.

If this is her true attitude towards him, then her previous affection for him was all fake.

As long as he thinks about her acting before, his heart can't stop sinking.

Until he heard her cries of pain, he couldn't lie down anymore, hugged the quilt and sat up, he reached out and pressed the bedside lamp, and the room was suddenly brightly lit.

"Song Song, what's the matter, where did you knock?"

The sudden light caused Song Weiwei to half-close her eyes. After her eyes got used to the light, she turned her head to look at him. The man had washed his hair and hadn't fixed it with hairspray. At this moment, it was loosely hanging on his forehead, making him look soft and gentle. harmless.

His eyes were bright and hot, as if trying to melt her.

Song Weiwei looked away uncomfortably, scratched her hair, and said, "I accidentally touched the corner of the bed, it's okay, did I wake you up?"

Li Baihan shook his head, and stretched out his hand towards her, "Song Song, come to me."

Song Weiwei's footsteps paused for a moment, and she went to pick up the plane on impulse last night, thinking that the atmosphere was the best in the middle of the night, but she fell asleep with all her strength, but she couldn't seduce her at this moment.

Although it is written in the book, men also have impulses in the morning.

She walked over slowly and put her hands in his palms. His palms were cold and wrapped hers around hers. She took advantage of the situation and sat beside him.

The man stared at her without blinking. Under such a bright light, his gaze was like substance, peeling her layer by layer, revealing the most defenseless inside.

She was so nervous that her breathing slowed down, "You..."

Li Baihan's eyes fell from her face to her lips, the desire in his eyes was straightforward and hot, Song Weiwei moved her body, trying to stand up, but the next second his shoulder was held down by his hand.

The man leaned over, as if he also noticed that she was nervous, he kissed her on the lips, and then backed away.

The pressure suddenly subsided, Song Weiwei looked up at him, the man's eyes were full of desire and affection, and finally restrained, "Are you hungry, let's go eat."

Song Weiwei clenched her hand hanging by her side into a fist, and she responded, "Well, I'm going to wash up."

As she spoke, she was about to get up and leave, but Li Baihan grabbed her wrist again, and she looked at him suspiciously, with question marks in her eyes.

Li Baihan raised his head and stared at her, the light fell into his eyes, like a sky full of stars, he hesitated, "Song Song, you treat me..."

Song Weiwei waited for a few seconds, but did not wait for his next words, "I treat you?"

Li Baihan pursed his thin lips slightly, feeling that asking this would hurt his self-esteem, so he let her go after a while, "It's nothing, let's go wash up."

Song Weiwei looked at him suspiciously, "President Li..."

Li Baihan pursed his thin lips even tighter, and she still called him Boss Li unfamiliarly until now, which made him very upset, since they were already so close.

"Go."

Song Weiwei looked at him, feeling that he was sulking, and she didn't know why he was angry, so she turned around and went to the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, Li Baihan lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The words she babbled in her sleep last night were like a thorn in his heart. If Chenchen hadn't been sick, she wouldn't need to get anything from him, and maybe she would never return to him in her life.

She clearly hated him in her heart, but she had to deal with him for the sake of the child.

As long as he thinks that everything she has done to him is in vain, he will feel sore, wronged and sad, but all these are the causes of his own planting, if he wants to taste these evil results, what complaints do he have? ?

Song Weiwei came out after washing. Li Baihan had already changed his clothes and made the bed neatly. She was stunned for a moment and asked him to wash up.

Li Baihan got up and went to the bathroom. Song Weiwei sat on the sofa with her mobile phone, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, she felt a little uneasy.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that Li Baihan was extremely lost today.

When Li Baihan came out of the bathroom, he was hugged suddenly. His breathing was stagnant and his heart skipped a beat. Looking down at the active woman in his arms, he whispered, "What's wrong?"

Song Weiwei raised her head, with a faint smell of mint lingering in her nose, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his mouth, at first she just rubbed lightly, then bit the back lightly.

Li Baihan's pupils shrank slightly, he held her slender waist with his big hands, and his breathing became short of breath, he said vaguely, "Song Song, what are you doing?"

Song Weiwei didn't speak, and only applied a little bit of what he usually taught her to him. It was rare for her to take the initiative, jerky and disorganized.

Even if Li Baihan is a piece of wood, she will arouse all kinds of emotions and desires, not to mention that he already has unreasonable thoughts about her.

The emotion was only for a moment, and he pushed her away slightly, "Okay, Song Song, it's okay."

If this continues, he doesn't know if they can get out of this room today.

Song Weiwei finally mustered up the courage to seduce him, she was not willing to give up halfway, but the reality did not allow it, a grunting voice broke the ambiguous atmosphere.

Song Weiwei's movements froze, and the man's uncontrollable muffled laughter came from her ears. Her face burned like a fire, and she reprimanded in a low voice, "Don't laugh!"

Li Baihan's mood was indeed soothed by her, he moved his hand from her waist to her stomach, and he jokingly said, "It's barking."

Song Weiwei couldn't go on in this situation no matter what, she became furious, grabbed his finger and put it near her mouth and took a bite.

Li Baihan's fingers were numb and crisp, and a current flowed from his fingertips all over his body, and the effect was immediate.

Song Weiwei had already let go of him, turned around and left violently.

Li Baihan lowered his eyes, looked at her irritable back, and followed her helplessly.

It was bright outside, and people were coming and going in the hotel. Song Weiwei and Li Baihan came out of the elevator, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of everyone in the elevator snickering, and her cheeks burned again.

Li Baihan stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, and strode towards the dining room.

After sitting down, Li Baihan ordered morning tea, the waiter left, and Li Baihan looked at her, "How come you are so hungry?"

In fact, this is normal. Many people experience borborygmi when their stomach starts to digest when they are hungry, but Song Weiwei's borborygmus is really related to being hungry when she was a child.

When she was a child, her family was poor. When her grandfather fell ill for a while, her family's savings were exhausted. At that time, the retired soldiers were paid, but they were deducted by the higher authorities.

Their family was destitute, and in order to save money for her grandpa to see a doctor, she couldn't even get enough to eat, and she often satiated from hunger to meal.

At that time, she was so hungry that she went to the well to fetch water to drink. As soon as the water was poured into her stomach, her stomach groaned loudly. Grandpa heard her, and grandpa hugged her and wept, saying that she could not give her a good life.

Later, she didn't even dare to drink water, because she was afraid that her borborygmi would upset her grandpa.

Later, Mr. Li went to visit him in the countryside, and knowing the reason for his poor life, he went to the people above him, and the pension was paid to the old man on time.

It's just that Song Weiwei couldn't tell Li Baihan about this past, she just found an excuse and covered it up, Li Baihan knew that she hadn't told the truth, so she didn't ask any more.

His eyes fell on the curling white smoke, and for some reason, he remembered her sleep talking last night.

She said, "Li Baihan, I hate you!"

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he couldn't see the slightest emotion. At this moment, the waiter brought the food, and the table was quickly filled.

Morning tea is followed along the coast. Make a pot of tea and serve some snacks. The portion of snacks is not big, just enough for people with small appetites.

"The morning tea in this hotel tastes exactly the same as the ones along the coast. I often bring Chenchen here to eat. He likes the glutinous rice chicken here the most, but unfortunately he can't eat more." Song Weiwei said.

Li Baihan picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling for her and put it on her plate, "How is Chenchen, is she still having nosebleeds?"

"No more bleeding," Song Weiwei said, "He has been taking blood-enriching medicines, and the nosebleed that day was because he gave Huo Yu the food. Fortunately, he found it in time, otherwise it would be difficult for us to let Huo Yu eat something wrong. Let go of the blame."

Speaking of Song Chenchen, Li Baihan wanted to have a deeper chat with her, "Chenchen...what's wrong with him, do you need my help to find a doctor?"

Song Weiwei chewed for a while, and then continued as if nothing had happened. She swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "No, my brother is a doctor, and he knows the top medical team."

What they lack now is not doctors, but bone marrow or cord blood.

In such a huge country with such a large population, Miao Yiren's bone marrow and Chenchen's bone marrow match, and the umbilical cord blood...

She and him have never broken through the last layer of relationship, so this matter has become out of reach.

Thinking about it carefully, she really didn't accomplish anything in the past half a year.

Li Baihan nodded, "If you need me, you must tell me."

Song Weiwei watched him hesitate to speak, she really needed his help, but it would be too embarrassing to say this, she said: "Well, I will definitely not be polite to you."

Li Bohan paused, didn't she pierce the window paper? Judging by her expression, she probably didn't know that her family had almost sold her out.

After dinner, Song Weiwei received a call from the studio, and the other party was very anxious, saying that Zhou Lijiang wanted to take away one of Master Mu Yi's works.

Song Weiwei didn't dare to delay for half a second, and hurried to the studio.

Zhou Lijiang is nearly fifty years old, wearing a double-breasted Tang suit, his facial features look a bit mean and philistine, he doesn't have the temperament of an artist at all, but looks like a nouveau riche.

He was sitting on the sofa, followed by two disciples, like an underworld.

Song Weiwei walked in quickly. To this elder brother, she had recently experienced his stalking, so she didn't think much of his character at all.

But she looked down on Gui and looked down on her, her tone was still calm, "Brother, that is Master's treasure. My wife said that all the works left by Master are not for sale."

"Little sister, Master has passed away. All the works he left behind have increased in value. If they are put here as an exhibition, it is better to sell them. I will sell them for four and you six. What do you think?" Zhou Lijiang said. He looked like a good deal, and he didn't take Song Weiwei's words that he couldn't sell it to heart at all.

Song Weiwei frowned and repeated, "Master, none of these works can be sold."

"Little sister, don't you think you have too little money? Why don't you do it like this? You can only be a dead thing if you put it here. Why don't you sell it and exchange it for money? Master is in the spirit of heaven, and I hope to see him The works left behind sell for a good price." Zhou Lijiang said.

Song Weiwei looked at him coldly, "I said if I don't sell it, I won't sell it. Master told me before he died that these works cannot be sold."

"Why are you so ignorant of flexibility?" Zhou Lijiang was furious, he stood up and glared, "Since you don't listen to my good deal and quantity, don't blame me for grabbing it."

Song Weiwei half-closed her eyes, seeing that the two apprentices behind him were about to make a move, she kicked over the coffee table, stepped on the coffee table, and said coldly: "I see who dares to be presumptuous here today!"

The two apprentices were overwhelmed by her momentum, and looked at Zhou Lijiang uneasily, "Master, this..."

Zhou Lijiang was also stunned. He was unwilling for a while, and felt that he couldn't get off the stage. He raised his hand and pointed at Song Weiwei, "Song Weiwei, we'll see!"

After Zhou Lijiang left with the two apprentices, she suddenly squatted down and rubbed her painful ankle. She didn't spare the effort just now, but now her ankle was throbbing.

Li Baihan was silent just now, but now hearing her hissing air, he walked over quickly, leaned over, picked her up, and put her on the sofa.

He helped her take off her shoes and socks, looked at her red instep, he took a deep breath in distress, stretched out his hand and pressed it gently, and when he heard her gasp, he quickly slowed down his movements.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Weiwei shook her head, then nodded again, "It hurts."

Li Baihan felt distressed and angry at the same time, "Kick the coffee table even if it hurts, I think your feet are made of iron."

"I just want to scare him. He comes here every few days to find trouble. In fact, he also knows that I will not agree to sell the works left by Master. He just wants to annoy me and can't concentrate on preparing the entries."

Zhou Lijiang's intentions were sinister, and she knew very well that if he didn't frighten him once, he would definitely make trouble until the day before the competition.

Li Baihan frowned, "Is he afraid that you will win?"

Song Weiwei nodded, "Well, if I win, the studio will get a place for the competition, so he will definitely try to trip me up recently, not only to disturb my mind, but also to make a fuss about the sculpture committee. "

This is what Song Weiwei is most worried about. Zhou Lijiang is insidious and cunning, and he will definitely not let her have a chance to win.