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

Li Baihan was lectured repeatedly today, and Song Weiwei left without saying goodbye, and has not turned on the phone to speak to him until now, his heart was already full of anger, and the corners of his mouth were blistered.

Hearing old man Li's evaluation of Song Weiwei, his face turned cold, "Grandpa."

Old Man Li was a little annoyed by his yelling. He looked up at him, but saw that his face was ugly, and blisters formed at the corners of his mouth.

He moved his lips, a little reluctant to train him again.

But the words have already reached this point, he continued, "You are such a big man, you have a proper way of doing things, and you never let me worry about it, but any mistakes you make are related to women. Now, I don't know what to do. I shouldn't regret it, let you go to Songjiagou to pick up Weiwei back then, and let you be haunted by evil fate."

Li Baihan's face turned completely cold, and he pursed his lips, "Grandpa, what I do comes from my heart and has nothing to do with others. Weiwei is right, she is not my fate."

Mr. Li was choked up by his grandson one after another, his face was obviously annoyed, he stopped and looked at him steadily, "Let's not talk about Weiwei, let's talk about your marriage, the flowers I gave you last time The roster, have you checked if there is anyone you like?"

Most of the granddaughter-in-laws he selected carefully last time were from famous families with clean family backgrounds. He sent someone to inquire about them, and they were all from families who could not be demons.

This is Li Baihan's second marriage, he is handsome and capable, more than enough to match those famous daughters.

Li Baihan frowned, "Grandpa, I have no plans to get married right now."

"Bai Han!" Old Master Li's voice was deep, "You are the eldest son and grandson of the Li family. After a hundred years from now, you will inherit the position of head of the Li family. If you don't get married, how will you inherit it?"

Li Baihan stood with his hands folded, the night wind ruffled his forehead hair, making his tall and straight figure look a bit lonely, he looked towards the distant mountains.

Under the cover of the night, the mountains look like ghosts and monsters, barking their teeth and claws in the night.

"Grandpa, I have an heir. The blind date ends here."

Old Man Li stared at him in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Li Baihan withdrew his gaze and looked at Mr. Li, but he didn't intend to say that Song Weiwei was Song Weiwei. He said, "You just wait at ease. I will definitely bring you back a white and fat great-grandson."

No... maybe two.

Li Baihan said silently in his heart.

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"Cough, cough, cough!"

On the plane, Song Weiwei vomited faintly in the bathroom, her stomach was overwhelming, she propped herself up by the sink, her face was reflected in the mirror.

Her eyes were red, filled with physiological tears, and she looked very pitiful for a while.

The plane bumped a bit, her stomach churned again, she leaned against the sink and vomited again, till the end, it seemed that she even vomited bile.

She sits on the toilet seat, her eyes resting on a spot in the void.

She never got airsick, and she didn't eat outside food today, so why did she suddenly vomit so badly?

No, the stewardess pushed the dining car past just now, and she smelled the stewed beef brisket with tomato. It smelled delicious, but her stomach was churning.

Could it be...

She is not stupid, and she has been preparing for pregnancy recently, knowing that her abnormal vomiting today is very likely a sign of pregnancy.

Thinking of this, she didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

She lowered her head, stared at her still flat lower abdomen, raised her hand slightly, trying to touch her belly, but finally lowered it down.

She is pregnant?

Song Yuanzhuo waited for Song Weiwei to come back from his seat for a long time, and then saw that the steak next to him was already cold, so he beckoned to the stewardess to take it away, then got up and walked outside the bathroom.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Song Song, are you in?"

Song Weiwei came back to her senses, only to realize that she had stayed in the bathroom for too long. She got up to wash her face, then opened the door and went out, meeting Song Yuanzhuo's worried eyes.

"What's wrong with you, you look very bad."

Song Weiwei was still in a daze. Although she had given birth once, she was always in a vegetative state during pregnancy.

She has never felt the reaction of being pregnant, and she doesn't know what it feels like to have a small life grow up inside her body. At this moment, she is nothing but panicked.

"I'm fine, maybe airsick."

Song Yuanzhuo helped her back to the seat, and asked the stewardess for a glass of orange juice, "Why did you suddenly get airsick? You never got airsick before."

"Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night." Song Weiwei casually gave a reason.

She was still not sure if she was pregnant, and she was embarrassed to tell Song Yuanzhuo, so she took a sip of orange juice.

The heated orange juice tasted a little sour, but it was especially to her taste. She drank a glass of orange juice in one go, and felt more comfortable in her stomach.

Song Yuanzhuo stared at her for a while, but didn't say anything.

The plane landed at Jiangcheng International Airport. The two got off the plane. After walking to pick up their luggage, they walked out of the boarding gate. Uncle Li was waiting outside in his car.

Song Yuanzhuo put the two suitcases into the trunk, and sat in the back seat with Song Weiwei.

While starting the car, Uncle Li looked into the rearview mirror, saw Song Weiwei's pale face, and asked with concern: "Song Song, why are you so pale?"

Song Weiwei leaned on the back of the chair and closed her eyes to rest, her lips were abnormally pale, and she didn't have the energy to speak.

Song Yuanzhuo said from the side, "She vomited as soon as she got on the plane, and she vomited twice after getting off the plane just now. She probably has no strength at the moment."

Uncle Li was surprised, "Did you catch a cold?"

"Maybe it's airsickness, Uncle Li, let's go home first." Song Yuanzhuo glanced at Song Weiwei, thinking about something in his heart, it seemed that he wanted to call the family doctor to go home and check her body.

Song Weiwei has been in poor health since she woke up from a vegetative state. Over the years, her family tried every means to take care of her body, and finally made her as healthy as a normal person.

But today, she suddenly vomited several times in a row, which really scared Song Yuanzhuo, and he had to pay attention to her physical condition.

After Song Weiwei got into the car, she leaned back on the chair and fell asleep. When she woke up, she was on the bed in her bedroom.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

At this time the door was knocked, she turned her head slightly, "Please come in."

Only when the voice came out did she realize that it was very hoarse. She sat up propped up, and the door was pushed open. Mother Song came in with the family doctor and looked at her worriedly.

"Your second brother brought you up, look at your pale face, let the doctor take a look."

As Song's mother said, she picked up a pillow and put it behind her, and stood nervously watching the doctor take her pulse. After the doctor took the pulse, she asked Song Weiwei some questions, and Song Weiwei answered truthfully.

The doctor pondered for a while, and said, "Maybe your stomach is cold, eat light food for the next two days, and I'll prescribe you some antiemetic medicine."

Song Weiwei curled up her fingers resting on the quilt. Can she take medicine in this situation?
"I……"

The doctor looked at her, "Is there any problem?"

Song Weiwei met Song's mother who stood aside and stared at her with burning eyes. She felt ashamed and couldn't ask the question for a while, so she just shook her head and gave up.

"No problem."

Calculating the time, it is impossible for her to get pregnant so soon, maybe her stomach is cold, she just needs to observe and not take medicine.

The doctor left the medicine, got up and left.

Mother Song sent him out of the bedroom, and she came back and sat down by the bed, "Going to Beicheng lost a lot of weight, it's better to stay at home, and I will take care of my body at home in the future."

Song Weiwei's eyes were stained with a smile, "Mom, I'm fine."

"But I'm worried about you," Song's mother said, her eyes turned red, "I'm worried that you won't be able to eat well or wear warm clothes outside, and I'm afraid that you will be bullied outside, and you still stay under our noses and watch every day. I'm at ease."

Song Weiwei leaned over to hug her, her voice choked up, "Mom, I'm really fine."

Mother Song patted her on the back, "I asked Aunt Rong to make millet porridge, and you can eat some later. Look at this face, which is no bigger than a palm, and now it's even smaller. It hurts to look at it."

Song Weiwei smiled, "Slap-sized faces are popular now, this is a blessing."

"Nonsense, it's good fortune to be fat for nothing." Song's mother has never regarded thinness as beauty. She herself is a plump beauty, so she really doesn't understand why young people nowadays want to be as thin as a bone spirit.

Song Weiwei didn't argue with her, but talked to her with a smile.

After a while, Aunt Rong brought millet porridge. After eating a bowl of millet porridge, Mother Song stared at her and saw that she was depressed, so she asked her to sleep a little longer, and left the bedroom with Aunt Rong.

In the corridor, Song's mother was still worried, "If Song Song still vomits in the past two days, I will go to the hospital to see her. Aunt Rong, please pay attention."

Aunt Rong nodded, "Yes."

In the car accident that happened to Song Weiwei back then, even after seven years, they were still worried about the sequelae. Otherwise, why would she suddenly get airsick when she was perfectly fine?
Downstairs, Song Yuanzhuo had just sent the family doctor away, and Song Weiwei's situation made them feel like they were facing a formidable enemy. Although the family doctor said nothing was wrong, they just had a cold stomach, they still couldn't feel at ease.

Song's mother was restless, "Yuan Zhuo, I'm going to worship at Songming Temple."

Song Yuanzhuo raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Mom, it's too late, let's go tomorrow, besides, what's the use of praying to gods and Buddhas, it's better to see a doctor."

Song's mother gave him a gouged look, "If you can't speak, don't say it. The gods in the sky listen carefully and blame you. Some things can be done with sincerity. I have worshiped Buddha devoutly these years, won't Song Song come back to us?"

Song Yuanzhuo: "..."

He doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but his mother is convinced, always saying that God sent Song Song back to them, otherwise why did Song Yuheng happen to pass by and save her on the day she had an accident?
Song Weiwei fell asleep again groggyly, and when she woke up, the sky outside the window was already dark, a light was on in the room, and Song Chenchen was sitting there with a book in her hand, flipping through it.

He was concentrating on reading, and there was the sound of pages being turned from time to time.

Song Weiwei turned her head to look, the child's figure was thin, and the whole person was immersed in the soft light and shadow, and the profile of her profile became more and more like Li Baihan.

She looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly her throat felt itchy, and she coughed violently.

The sound of coughing alarmed Song Chenchen, he immediately dropped the book, jumped up from the carpet, ran to the bedside in three or two steps, and patted her on the back like a grown-up.

"Mummy, do you have a cold? Why are you coughing so badly?"

Song Weiwei shook her head, "Chenchen, pour me a glass of water."

Song Chenchen ran to the side of the circle to pour a glass of water, and carefully brought it to her mouth. Song Weiwei supported the wall of the glass with one hand, drank more than half of the glass of water, and finally stopped coughing.

Song Chenchen put the cup on the bedside table, climbed onto the bed with a gulu, and sat on her lap, "Mummy, don't get sick."

Song Weiwei smiled, and rubbed his forehead affectionately, "Well, I'm not sick, I want to be with you for a long time."

Song Chenchen put his arms around her neck and kissed her softly on the cheek. He didn't know what he thought of, and said, "Shu Shu has returned to Beicheng, will he come back?"

Song Weiwei paused, thinking that she had left without saying goodbye and hadn't turned on the phone until now.

"Did Shushu call you?"

Song Chenchen glanced at her guiltily, "Mum, you won't be angry, right? Shu Shu said that your phone was turned off, and that's why he called me."

Speaking of this, the little guy pouted a little dissatisfied, "I think Shushu treats me as a tool man, he just wants to talk to Mommy."

Song Weiwei was startled, fearing that the child would be sensitive, she hurriedly said, "Shu Shu must have missed you before calling you."

"No way," Song Chenchen pursed his lips, "He called me and asked about Mommy, he didn't even ask me if I missed him."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Are you jealous, little guy?

She sighed, still at a loss, not knowing how to deal with this matter, "That's because Shu Shu knew you missed him, so he didn't ask you."

"Hmph, he doesn't miss me, so I don't miss him." Song Chenchen looked away arrogantly.

Song Weiwei had no choice but to coax him for half an hour, and the little guy finally stopped being awkward, "Shu Shu said that he will fly to Jiangcheng tonight."

Song Weiwei frowned, as Xie Lingyu's and Li Baiming's questioning echoed in her ears, her heart was on fire, "Yes."

Song Chenchen was sensitive. Seeing Song Weiwei's indifferent appearance, he asked cautiously, "Mummy, don't you want Shushu to come to Jiangcheng?"

Song Weiwei pursed her red lips slightly, and met the little guy's apprehensive eyes. She suppressed the coldness in her eyes, and shook her head slightly, "No."

Song Chenchen seemed to see what was going on in her mind, he stared at her without blinking, "Mummy, do you not like sorghum?"

Song Weiwei was stunned for a moment, "No."

Song Chenchen grabbed the quilt, "You're lying, you just don't like Shushu, you don't have stars in your eyes when you look at Shushu, but there are stars in Shushu's eyes when you look at you."

Song Weiwei didn't expect him to say that, she was speechless for a moment, and felt how children could understand the things between adults, she said: "Chenchen, you are still young, you don't understand."

Song Chenchen whimpered and chattered, "You adults are always like this, saying we don't understand this or that, but in fact we understand everything."

Song Weiwei coaxed him, "Okay, okay, you know everything, so can you forgive me, Song Chenchen, who knows everything, I'm so hungry."

When Song Chenchen heard her say that she was hungry, his attention was immediately diverted. He said, "Then let's go downstairs to eat. Grandma Rong has stewed chicken soup. It's delicious."

Seeing his greedy face, Song Weiwei laughed and shook her head, a child is a child, so it's easy to coax.