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

Muyi Studio is a two-storey small white building with a very artistic exterior wall. It is located outside the third ring road. The location is not remote but not crowded.

At this moment, thick smoke was billowing from the white exterior wall. Two fire trucks were parked downstairs. The firefighters were carrying water hoses to flush water upstairs. Many people surrounded the square, all of whom were residents in the vicinity.

Everyone was chatting and chatting while watching the excitement. When Song Weiwei arrived, the fire had already been extinguished. She rushed over in a hurry and was stopped by firefighters.

"It's dangerous inside, don't rush in, the people watching the fun should leave."

"Sin, the fire is so big, I don't know if the things inside can be preserved. I heard that the boss collects antiques, and the treasures in the showcase are very valuable." Passers-by gossiped.

"Yeah, why did it catch fire when it was so good?"

Song Weiwei was stopped by the firefighters, she said anxiously: "Hello, I am the person in charge of this studio, I want to go in and have a look."

As soon as the words came out, the firefighters didn't stop her, "Are you the boss? Then just wait, and wait until my colleagues confirm that there is no danger inside, and then go in and take a look."

Song Weiwei was so anxious that she didn't realize that the onlookers were looking at her sympathetically.

Worried about the works left by Master in the showcase, she was so anxious for a moment that she stretched her neck and looked inside, wishing she could fly into the fire with her wings.

Song Yuanzhuo parked his car and rushed over. Seeing that the small building was in a mess, he walked quickly to Song Weiwei, before he could speak, a voice came from the fireman's walkie-talkie.

"Captain, the fire is under control and there are no casualties inside."

"Okay, go and find out the cause of the fire, and can you bring someone in now?"

"Let's wait another hour. The smoke inside is too heavy. Let's wait until the smoke clears. I'll investigate the cause of the fire first." The man replied again.

The fireman conveyed the words to Song Weiwei and his sister, "I can't go in for the time being, the smoke is too heavy, you can make a record with us first."

"Okay." Song Weiwei followed the firefighters to take notes, and she answered whatever the firefighters asked, with a very cooperative attitude, and finished the notes in less than half an hour.

Song Yuanzhuo was by the side of the fire engine, and when she finished taking notes, he said, "Song Song, the carving competition is about to start, you go to the live competition now, leave it to me here."

Song Weiwei pursed her lips. She knew she shouldn't waste time here, so she nodded, "Okay, brother, master's work..."

"Don't worry, I'll call you as soon as I can enter the studio, go."

Song Weiwei didn't delay any longer, she turned around and walked to the taxi stand outside the square.

At this time, the people who had been paying attention to her around the square saw that she was gone, so they quickly called Zhou Lijiang, and Zhou Lijiang glanced at the time.

There was still an hour before the start of the competition. He thought that the fire in the studio would catch Song Weiwei, but he didn't expect her to solve it so quickly.

Holding the mobile phone, he waved to the committee members on the side, motioning for himself to answer the call. He walked to a remote place and lowered his voice, "Where is she now?"

"Still waiting for the taxi, President, what should we do now, we have done so much, do we want to just watch her appear at the competition?"

It was naturally impossible for Zhou Lijiang to let Song Weiwei show up. Last night he sent someone to find Xiao Lin to get the Three-legged Golden Crow. The money was given to Xiao Lin, but the Three-legged Golden Crow disappeared.

The person who went to get the three-legged golden crow called him just now, saying that after he got the three-legged golden crow last night, when he left the alley, he was hit with a stick from behind, and when he woke up, the three-legged golden crow was taken away.

His people also said that the other party claimed to be a oriole.

He was so angry that the people he sent were so unreliable.

He didn't dare to think that if Song Weiwei was the oriole, she would definitely appear with the three-legged Golden Crow, so there would be no suspense about the final champion of this competition.

After doing so much, he naturally refused to accept such a result.

He narrowed his eyes and looked ruthless, "No matter what method you use, you must not let Song Weiyi appear at the competition!"

Zhou Lijiang hung up the phone angrily. He was standing in front of the window panting for breath, when he suddenly heard movement behind him, he turned around abruptly.

The corridor was quiet, he took two steps forward, and said harshly, "Who's there, come out!"

After a while, the corridor was still silent, Zhou Lijiang strode over, but found nothing, he frowned, obviously someone was here just now.

At this moment, he couldn't control so much. Without the three-legged Golden Crow, Song Weiwei couldn't make it to the competition. In the end, his studio must have won No.1.

Not long after Zhou Lijiang left, a figure appeared on the long corridor. The person glanced at the aisle leading to the competition site, then turned and entered the safe corridor.

He quickly made a call, "Special Assistant Jiang, it's me."

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Song Weiwei got into the taxi and told the driver the address. She leaned back in the chair, her phone buzzed and vibrated, and she picked it up to connect.

After a few words on the other end of the phone, Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows, "Okay, I see, you will bring the evidence to the carving committee in a while."

After hanging up the phone, she turned her head and looked out of the car window. In the early morning, Jiangcheng was full of traffic, and pedestrians rushed to work. She had a panoramic view of life.

Suddenly, the car body shook, and the impact was extremely severe. Even if the taxi driver was a veteran, he was stunned for a moment when he was rear-ended so violently, and then he slammed the steering wheel.

During the rush hour, the taxi turned the steering wheel desperately like this, slammed into it at an angle, and slammed into several cars in a row.

When the car stopped, the taxi had been squeezed out of shape.

Song Weiwei was dizzy, and there was heat running down her forehead. She raised her hand to wipe it, and the blood in her eyes made her heart tighten. Was there a car accident?

She had evaded danger just now, but she still couldn't avoid being injured. At this moment, the taxi was sandwiched between several cars, the hood was tilted up to block the view, and thick smoke was coming out.

She was very dizzy, leaning on the back of the chair to look back, her vision was blocked, and she couldn't see the situation outside. There was noise in her ears, calls, cursing, roaring, and whistles all poured into her ears.

The noise made her head hurt even more.

The driver in the front seat remained silent, so she had to push the door, but one door was dented by a car, the door could not be opened, and the window glass was shattered all over the floor.

She had no choice but to open the door on the other side. Before her hand touched the door, a tall figure appeared outside. The man said in a deep voice, "Hide inside."

The sound seemed to be transmitted to the ears through water, which seemed a little distorted.

Song Weiwei subconsciously backed away, and then saw the man smashed the window glass with his elbow, cleaned up the glass residue, and stretched out his hand towards her.

"The car door is deformed and cannot be opened. You climb out of the car window and give me your hand. I will protect you."

Only now did Song Weiwei see who it was, "Mr. Li, why are you here?"

Li Baihan went to Song Zhai to pick her up early in the morning, but he was in vain. When he learned that the studio was on fire, he hurried over, racing like lightning along the way, wishing he could flash in front of her.

In the end, there was a car accident and a traffic jam. When he arrived at the studio, he saw her get into a taxi. He had to follow behind the taxi, and then he saw a car overtook his car and slammed into the car in front of her. taxi.

At that time, he stepped on the brakes fortunately, so that he didn't collide with him, but the taxi flew out obliquely, and continued to rear-end with several cars in the driveway.

He saw a series of car accidents with his own eyes, and his heart almost stopped in fright. He quickly got out of the car, pushed aside the crowd of onlookers and rushed in, only to see Song Weiwei whose face was covered in blood.

At this moment, he held her outstretched hand, and he clenched it tightly, "Slow down, don't be afraid, I'm here."

The man's eyes were bloodshot. He watched her get out of the car window. He quickly put his arms around her waist and carried her out. Only then did his heart return to its original place.

Song Weiwei nestled in his broad arms, listening to his rapid heartbeat, her heart slowly stabilized, as if as long as he was around, things wouldn't get too bad.

She grabbed his skirt tightly, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Li Baihan walked forward with her in his arms. There were many people watching, so he said with a sullen face, "Please let me go."

When everyone saw Song Weiwei who was injured in his arms, they all made way for them to go out. Song Weiwei heard those people talking about the car accident.

Her ears were buzzing, her head hit the front seat just now, she should have had a slight concussion, otherwise she wouldn't be so dizzy.

But the game is about to start, and she is going to the scene.

Soon, she was put into the back seat of the car, and there was a faint smell of cedar in the car, which was a reassuring smell. Li Baihan leaned his upper body into the car, looked at the blood dripping from her forehead, and said in a hoarse voice: " Where did it hurt?"

Song Weiwei closed her eyes and pulled herself together, "Small injury, it's fine, Mr. Li, please take me to the competition site first, the competition is about to start."

Li Baihan frowned, "You're hurt."

Even through a layer of things, Song Weiwei could hear the unconcealable anger in his voice, she looked up at him, "I have to go, if you don't send me, I'll go by myself."

As she spoke, she struggled to get out of the car.

As a result, when she moved, the world spun in front of her eyes, and she fell back on the seat again.

Li Baihan was very angry, he stared at her, "You are injured, is the competition more important or your body?"

"Competition!" Song Weiwei chose the former without hesitation. She had to rush to the competition site and not drag Zhou Lijiang down from the position of chairman of the sculpture committee. son.

Li Baihan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his brows were so wrinkled that he could kill a fly. He looked at her for a long time before he had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, I'll take you there. As soon as the competition is over, you can follow me to the hospital for an examination."

Song Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, she was really afraid that Li Baihan would send her to the hospital without saying a word.

At this moment, the front and back cars were blocked, and they couldn't drive through for a while, Li Baihan picked her up again, crossed the middle of the box road, and went to the opposite side to hail a taxi.

He carried her into the taxi, gave her an address, then took out a handkerchief from his bag, and wiped the blood on her face carefully.

The taxi driver glanced back and gossiped, "You are the victims of the car accident just now, right? Why didn't you wait for the ambulance to arrive?"

Li Baihan pursed his lips and remained silent.

The taxi driver didn't seem to notice his displeasure. He continued: "I just heard from the traffic radio that there were seven or eight cars rear-ending in a row. It's really bad luck this early in the morning."

Li Baihan ignored him, he took the first aid kit from the car just now, he opened the first aid kit, took out cotton and sprayed it with disinfectant, and debrided the wound on Song Weiwei's forehead.

The disinfectant touched the broken skin, it was cold and stinging, Song Weiwei gasped in pain, Li Baihan's hand movements immediately softened, he leaned over, and blew on her forehead.

"There is only disinfectant in the first-aid kit. Use it first. Fortunately, the wound is not deep. I will wrap it with gauze first. After the game is over, I will go to the hospital to bandage it."

"Yeah." Song Weiwei didn't dare to nod, and leaned back on the chair obediently.

The man's bony fingers dangled in front of her eyes, and she bandaged her wound in a short while. The taxi stopped and went, shaking Song Weiwei dizzily.

But she didn't dare to let Li Baihan see the difference, she must be present in this game.

Li Baihan treated her wound well, and then he called Jiang Huai calmly, his voice was low and angry, "Jiang Huai, find out if today's car accident has anything to do with Zhou Lijiang."

Jiang Huai took the order and went to investigate immediately.

When Song Weiwei arrived at the competition site, she was still 10 minutes late. Enduring dizziness and nausea, she walked quickly towards the venue.

At the door, Zhou Zheng came forward holding the box from Mu Yi's studio. Song Weiwei looked at the box, she narrowed her eyes, and looked up at Zhou Zheng, "This is..."

"President Li asked us to keep an eye on Xiao Lin at the front desk. As expected by President Li, Xiao Lin made a deal with Zhou Lijiang's people and sold your work to the other party. I was robbed halfway." Zhou Zheng said, his face With a rewarding expression on his face.

Song Weiwei was speechless for a moment.

She deliberately let Xiaolin sell the three-legged Golden Crow to Zhou Lijiang. They even kept the evidence. Now that the three-legged Golden Crow was taken away by Li Baihan and the others, how could she expose Zhou Lijiang's moral corruption and not being worthy of being the chairman of the sculpture committee?

While the three were talking, Xiao Lin ran over with a travel bag and saw the three of them standing outside the venue. She gasped and said, "Miss Song, am I late? Why are you standing outside and not going in?"

Song Weiwei really wanted to knock on Zhou Zheng's forehead, she said: "Zhou Tezhu, please find a way to hand over the three-legged Golden Crow to Zhou Lijiang, I don't need it now."

Zhou Zheng looked blank, "What?"

Xiao Lin looked at the box that Zhou Zheng was holding, and felt a little familiar, she looked at him in surprise, "No way, this is the three-legged Golden Crow, I obviously..."

Song Weiwei coughed lightly, and interrupted Xiao Lin, "Xiao Lin, you wait in the coffee shop first, I will ask you to come in later, and you can come in later."

Zhou Zheng was still in a daze, as if they were not helping, he looked at Li Baihan as if asking for help, Li Baihan coughed lightly, "Do as Song Song said."

Zhou Zheng had no choice but to leave with the three-legged golden crow in his arms, while Li Baihan helped Song Weiwei walk into the venue. He looked at her puzzled, "The three-legged golden crow was the bait you threw, right?"