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

When Song Weiwei walked into the kitchen, she saw Song Chenchen obediently sitting on the high chair, staring at Li Baihan handling the lobster without blinking.

"Shushu, I like to eat lobster very much. I need to add hot pot ingredients. When it is fragrant, I put it in beer and cook it for seven to eight minutes. It is very tasty and the meat is very tender."

Li Baihan didn't expect that he was still a foodie, "The hot pot ingredients are too spicy, and children can't drink beer."

Song Chenchen blinked his black and white eyes, "But beer is added to remove the fishy smell, and crayfish without beer are definitely not authentic crayfish."

Li Baihan: "..."

He almost forgot that the little ancestor in front of him is a versatile cook, and when it comes to cooking, no one has more say than him.

Song Weiwei leaned against the kitchen door, listening to their conversation, she laughed and said, "Chenchen's stir-fried crayfish has won unanimous praise from our family."

What she meant was that if Li Baihan wanted to play big swords in front of Guan Gong, it would be better not to embarrass him for a while.

Li Baihan raised his eyes to look at her. In the bright light, she was smiling like a flower, her eyes were moving, and she was full of charm. He suddenly remembered that the night before last, she said she was thirsty.

He carried her into the kitchen, and when she finished drinking the water, he pressed her against the kitchen door...

He closed his eyes, and erased all the images that surged up, but his voice was hoarse, "Well, Chenchen is the best."

Song Weiwei met Li Baihan's gaze, and thought of something for a moment, her ear tips were stained with a thin blush, she looked away uncomfortably, turned and left.

As the footsteps gradually faded away, Li Baihan coughed lightly and continued to prepare the ingredients.

Song Chenchen, who was sitting on the high chair, looked at Li Baihan, then turned to look at Song Weiwei's receding figure, her face was full of confusion, strange?
Li Baihan said he didn't need hot pot seasoning, he really didn't put hot pot seasoning into the crayfish, he steamed half of the crayfish and made the other half into garlic prawns.

When the two large plates of lobsters were brought to the table, just smelling the aroma made the gluttonous Song Chenchen salivate irresistibly.

In particular, Li Bai's cold sauce for dipping the steamed lobster is sweet and delicious, and the steamed lobster is fresh and tender, and the meat is elastic, which is very refreshing.

These two dishes were unanimously approved by both mother and son, and they felt that they should be the highlight of today's meal. Li Baihan was busy peeling the shrimp shells for them. Hearing their praise, it was even worse than taking an order worth billions. A sense of accomplishment.

After feeding the mother and child, he felt extremely satisfied.

Song Chenchen had the habit of taking a nap. After lunch, he would feel drowsy after eating, yawning one after another. Seeing the sleepiness in his eyes, Li Baihan carried him upstairs to the children's room to rest.

"Wow, Shushu, is this the room prepared for me? It's so beautiful, I like it so much." Song Chenchen was still sleepy at first, but when he saw the layout of the room, especially the astronauts on the wall, he was so excited that he lost sleepiness. .

Li Baihan pursed his lips and smiled, "Well, this is the room prepared for you."

Song Chenchen smacked his face excitedly, "Shu Shu, I love you so much."

Li Baihan's heart softened inexplicably, this child always expresses his love so directly and simply, it shows that Song Weiwei taught him well and gave him a lot of love.

"Shu Shu loves you too."

Song Chenchen rolled onto the bed, liking the soft quilt very much. He pulled the quilt over his face, revealing a pair of dark and bright eyes.

"Shu Shu, when will you marry my mommy?"

Li Baihan's heart skipped a beat, "When Song Song is willing to marry me."

"Then will you stay in Jiangcheng?" Song Chenchen asked again.

Li Baihan raised his hand and touched his head, the soft hair ran through his fingers, a little prickly, he said: "I will in the future, I want to grow up with Chenchen, is that okay?"

Song Chenchen blushed, and hid under the quilt again, only to see that little head lightly, "Okay."

Going out of the children's room, Li Baihan saw Song Weiwei in the corridor without any surprise. She was standing next to a painting, and when she saw him coming out, she said, "Did Chenchen sleep?"

"Well, I fell asleep as soon as I touched the quilt." Li Baihan walked to her side and looked up at the painting, "I bought it from an auction abroad."

Song Weiwei recognized it. This painting is an authentic painting by Van Gogh. Although it is not his most famous painting, it is very valuable because of its rarity.

"The author is good at thick ink and heavy colors, but this painting matches the decoration style of your home, and it brightens up the whole thing." Song Weiwei said.

Nowadays, the style pursued by most rich people is the simple Zen style, which has a feeling of indifference. However, this kind of decoration style is often very high-end, but it makes people feel too cold.

Li Baihan cleverly used hanging pictures to brighten up the dull style in the villa, his mind was extremely ingenious.

Li Baihan's mind was not on the painting, he put his arms around her waist, turned her to face him, and then pressed her against the wall.

He lowered his eyelids, half-covered his eyes, and said in a slightly aggrieved tone, "I didn't sleep well last night."

Song Weiwei's heart beat, and warm breath sprayed on her nose. She wanted to turn her face away, but a big hand pinched the back of her neck.

Like a cat pinched by fate, she didn't dare to move her neck at will, and responded casually, "Huh?"

"You're not by my side," the man's voice paused, then dropped again, "I can't sleep, will you stay with me tonight?"

How could Song Weiwei not understand the hints in his words, in fact, she was not sure that she would be able to conceive once, and it is best to do it several times in the past few days.

but……

One time was enough to make her shudder.

She raised her hand to the man's chest, and the strong heartbeat came through the thin fabric, making her palm numb.

"I can't stay out at night."

Parents didn't say anything about what happened the night before, but it's not good for her to stay out at night often.

Li Baihan narrowed his eyes, the light in his eyes was so dark that it seemed to swallow her up, "Then stay with me now?"

Song Weiwei glanced at the bright sunshine outside the window, and thought that Li Baihan was really not ashamed in this day and night, but in the next second, she was hugged.

Her heart beat faster, and she hurriedly looked at the man, meeting his gloomy gaze. There was a hot flame burning inside, as if she was going to pull her in and burn together.

She didn't even know when she was pressed into the quilt, and everything was half pushed and half done, allowing him to succeed.

For several days in succession, Li Baihan found all kinds of excuses to ask Song Weiwei to go to the villa to find him. Song Weiwei thought that doing it a few more times would increase the chance of getting pregnant, but she was not hypocritical.

In the past few days, they have not taken any measures, and Song Weiwei has taken ovulation medicine again, so she is confident that she will definitely be pregnant.

After all, she and Li Baihan only had sex once, and Song Chenchen had sprouted quietly in her stomach.

A week later, Song Weiwei felt that it was almost done. No matter how Li Baihan told her to go there, she refused to go again. She used the excuse that she was preparing to go to the United States to participate in the competition, so she refused to go.

In fact, this is also Li Baihan's own fault. He has a lot of needs in that area, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself. Every time Song Weiwei returns from him, her waist and legs will be sore for several days.

Everyone in the family is not a fool, especially Song's mother mentioned a few words to her in a cryptic manner, which probably meant to tell her not to act too hastily, the word "fuck" was used very spiritually.

She was thin-skinned, she couldn't stand her mother's mentioning, she was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak, so she had to avoid Li Baihan.

Li Baihan didn't know what she was thinking, he had lost her once, and now he lost her again, and the two of them are making rapid progress, so naturally they want to be together every day.

And he has held it back for seven full years. Once the giant beast is out of the cage, how can it be locked back so soon, especially if she is coquettish or raised eyebrows, every move of her hand and every gesture seems to seduce him.

He is on top.

She wished she could leave his mark on her body, in that case she wouldn't want to go anywhere, but could only obediently stay by his side.

At this moment, he looked at the hung up mobile phone with gloomy eyes.

*
Song Weiwei received a request from the organizers of the United States that the whole process of the International Sculpture Contest is open and transparent, which means that from the moment they enter the competition area, their every move is under the surveillance of the camera, completely eliminating the possibility of cheating.

Therefore, the organizer asked them to prepare raw materials by themselves. There were three rounds in the competition, and the requirements for each round were different, but now they only gave a vague request to prepare raw materials according to the requirements.

After reading the email, Song Weiwei already had a rough plan in mind. She picked up her handbag and planned to go to the antique market to search for raw materials.

As soon as she went out, her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and threw the phone back into her clutch.

In the past two days, she deliberately kept Li Baihan cold, just to cool down the relationship between them. In the past week, she often woke up in his master bedroom.

Seeing the room reproduced one by one, she even had the illusion that she hadn't been away for seven years, but when she went to the bathroom and saw her face in the mirror, she would wake up violently again.

Being with Li Baihan was more stressful than she imagined.

Uncle Li waited outside for her to get into the car. As soon as the car drove out of the gate, he saw a black Maybach parked in front of the gate, with a man in a black suit leaning beside the car.

Seeing their car coming out, the man stepped forward and stopped in front of the car.

Uncle Li looked in the rearview mirror, "Song Song, do you want to stop?"

Song Weiwei pursed her red lips slightly, and a sentence came out of her mind involuntarily, the monk could not run away from the temple, and it was a mistake to let Li Baihan know where her family lived.

"Stop."

Uncle Li stepped on the brake, and the car came to a slow stop. Li Baihan walked to the back seat in a few steps, and looked at the profile of the woman sitting in the car.

She stared straight ahead, not even giving him the corner of her eye.

Feeling bitter in his heart, he raised his hand and knocked on the window glass.

Song Weiwei pursed her red lips even tighter, she raised her hand and lowered the car window, "Is there something wrong with President Li?"

Li Baihan stared at her profile, feeling the urge to pull her out of the car and clean her up, this girl is really capable of getting out of bed and throwing her over the wall.

He knew why she was so cooperative last week, but her attitude was obviously indifferent this week.

"Why are you avoiding me these few days?" Li Baihan asked this question, and felt that he was too humble, but what could he do?
Even though he knew what she was thinking, he couldn't give up on her.

Song Weiwei still didn't look at him, "If Mr. Li has nothing important to do, I'm in a hurry."

Li Baihan gritted his teeth and grabbed her arm. Uncle Li in front was startled, and quickly said, "Mr. Li, please respect yourself!"

Song Weiwei's arm hurt a little from being grabbed by him, she frowned lightly, and finally turned her head to look at him, but there was no emotion in her eyes.

"Boss Li, what are you doing?"

A sense of powerlessness seized Li Baihan. The warmth of the past few days seemed to be just a passing rain. He clenched his hands tightly. Seeing her pained expression, he slowly withdrew his strength and took a step back.

He didn't pester him any more, but instead made Song Weiwei feel uneasy. She looked away and said to Uncle Li in front, "Uncle Li, let's drive."

The car drove out slowly, leaving the tall and slender figure far behind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Song Weiwei closed her eyes lightly, as if something was heavy in her heart, she remembered the look in Li Baihan's eyes when she backed away just now, and her heart twitched.

Why should she be sad?

When he abandoned her like a shoe, did he feel sad?When he knew she fell off the cliff and died, did he feel guilty?

No, he did not!
If it wasn't for Chenchen's illness, and if it wasn't for this huge motherland that only Miaoyi's bone marrow could match Chenchen, she would never find him again.

The hatred and resentment in the past are all forgotten in the rivers and lakes, and they are no longer obsessed with each other. This bad relationship should also pass away with the wind.

But the world is making fun of people!

Song Weiwei collected herself and forced herself to get out of that sad mood. Her phone vibrated, and it was a message from Shen Qingyuan.

"Secret Song, you haven't come back for a month, do you know that your place has been taken by someone else?"

Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"It's Xie Lingyu, do you know her, Miss Xie's daughter, she will go to the secretary department to serve as the secretary of President Li after her internship, are you not coming back?" Shen Qingyuan asked.

Song Weiwei recalled it for a long time, and finally recalled who Xie Lingyu was. She smiled lightly, "She is a returnee, so she should be a secretary."

"what……"

"Secretary Song, have you already resigned, but you are still on paid leave in the HR department. President Li has kept the secretary's desk empty. Waiting for you to come back, are you really not coming back?"

Looking at the series of questions, Song Weiwei could probably guess Shen Qingyuan's hairy appearance at this time, she smiled and typed.

"I'm going to participate in a competition recently, and when the competition is over..."

She typed halfway, then deleted the previous text, and finally returned Shen Qingyuan with a smiling face, and then put the phone back in her clutch bag.

The phone was buzzing and vibrating, but she was in no mood to look at it. She raised her hand and gently placed it on her abdomen. If she was already pregnant, she might not return to Beicheng, but would try her best to avoid Li Baihan.

*
In the next half month, Li Baihan didn't show up again. Song Weiwei was busy preparing the raw materials for the competition every day. She even visited several antique markets, but couldn't find the raw materials she liked, so she had to fly to Beicheng in the end.

There was an auction in Beicheng recently. Just this weekend, it was said that there was a rough stone that was especially suitable for the second round of competition.

Song Weiwei submitted her bid and waited for the opening of tomorrow's auction. That night, Shen Qingyuan gave her a clean-up. When she saw her, Shen Qingyuan almost didn't recognize her.