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

Song Weiwei was trembling all over, this person might not be crazy, but she is under the control of others at the moment, even if she doesn't want to, she can only agree first.

Otherwise who knows what he will do.

"Yeah." Song Weiwei responded without sincerity.

Li Baihan was very dissatisfied, the cold fingers pinching her chin tightened for a moment, her face twisted in pain, the man continued to say tenderly: "Song Song, said you would never leave me."

Song Weiwei's face was full of annoyance, he was pushing his feet, but what could she do, she was the one who was handcuffed to the bed and couldn't move.

"Okay, I'll never leave you."

The tone was extremely perfunctory.

But Li Baihan didn't mind, he rubbed his chin against her shoulder, his voice was low and gentle, "Song Song, if you say it, I will take it seriously."

Song Weiwei felt a sudden panic in her heart, she just dealt with it casually, if he really took it seriously, then if she left without a word, what would he do?
"you……"

Before she had time to say anything, she only heard a "click", and the handcuffs were released. She immediately pushed him away, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and rushed into the bathroom, but it was still too late.

The first day of menstruation was heavy, and she was handcuffed to the bed for so long. It was a disaster to be together. Looking at the blood stained on the outer pants, her face turned blue and white.

What made her even more embarrassed was that she didn't bring her aunt's towel and didn't change her clothes. Is she going out like this?
She sat on the toilet angrily, if she had known that Li Baihan was going crazy, she would never have come here to seek death.

After 10 minutes passed, Li Baihan saw that no one had come out, so he got up and was about to knock on the door. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a mass of dark marks under the lifted quilt.

He narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at the bathroom, his eyes darkened.

Song Weiwei was squatting on the toilet, it was the first time she realized what a social death scene is, how would she ask Li Baihan to help her buy aunt's towels and change laundry pants?

She pulled her hair angrily until there was a knock on the frosted glass door. She looked up suddenly, and the glass door reflected the tall and straight figure of the man outside the door.

"Song Song?"

Song Weiwei stared at the glass door, clenching her toes so nervously, "What, what's wrong?"

"I put the things on the stool outside the door for you. After you pack up, go downstairs to eat. I'll wait for you downstairs." After speaking, the slender figure disappeared, and his footsteps also went away.

It wasn't until the bedroom door clicked shut outside that Song Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of her pinched toes. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and said to herself that she had a normal menstrual period, so what's so embarrassing about her?
She squatted for a while, then got up and walked to the door, quietly pushed open a crack, she leaned in to look out, and saw that there was no one in the bedroom, so she opened the door, put the paper bag on the stool bring it in.

The paper bag contained aunt's towels, underpants, and a pair of Li Baihan's sweatpants. She held it like a landmine, and her cheeks began to feel hot. How did he know what she wanted?
Song Weiwei didn't think much about it, and quickly changed her pants, wrapped her pants into a ball, stuffed them into a paper bag, and carried them out.

When she walked into the bedroom, she always felt that something was wrong. Looking around, she finally realized that something was wrong. The four-piece suit on the bed was replaced with a new one.

Song Weiwei: "..."

Downstairs, Li Baihan put the last dish on the table, seeing Song Weiwei slowly coming down the stairs, his eyes were not as gloomy as before.

"Go wash your hands and eat."

"Oh." Song Weiwei silently put the paper bag on the sofa, covered it with a pillow, then went to the guest bathroom to wash her hands, walked into the restaurant, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Li Baihan didn't say a word about the embarrassing things for her, but only asked her, "Why didn't you say goodbye yesterday?"

Song Weiwei paused with her chopsticks. Thinking of yesterday, she became in a bad mood. She said casually, "There's no reason, I just feel homesick all of a sudden."

Li Baihan frowned slightly, "Song Song, if you don't like Xie Lingyu working in my company, I can..."

"Who is Xie Lingyu?" Song Weiwei interrupted him, "It's your own business who your company hires, and I'm not so unreasonable."

Li Baihan stared at her for a long while, seeing her expression was indifferent, and she really didn't care at all, his heart felt as if a pot of hot oil had been poured on it, and he felt dizzy for a while.

He lowered his eyelids and stopped talking.

Song Weiwei ate in silence, maybe it was a regular holiday, she didn't have much appetite, she didn't finish a bowl of rice, so she put down her chopsticks, "I'm full."

Li Baihan glanced at the untouched dishes on the table, and he also put down his chopsticks, "Go and rest, I'll clean it up."

Song Weiwei took a nap earlier, so she didn't feel sleepy at all at the moment. She nestled into the sofa, picked up her phone to check her emails, and there was an email from the organizer of the American Sculpture Competition.

Ten days later, the carving competition will start, and the organizer sent a final request for the competition, which is no different from the previous emails, just to remind the contestants to pay attention to the competition time.

Song Weiwei closed the email, clicked on the official website of the American Sculpture Competition, browsed some photos of previous years' competitions, and looked for inspiration from them.

After brushing for a while, her eyes hurt. She put down her phone, got up and walked to the French windows, looking at the green plants in the distance.

Suddenly a pair of hands stretched out from behind to hug her, and the next second her back was pressed against the man's muscular chest. At home, her clothes were thin, and she could even feel the rise and fall of the man's chest when he breathed.

Being hugged by him like this, she felt a little uncomfortable, "What's wrong?"

Li Baihan bowed slightly, resting his chin on her neck, his voice was hoarse, "It's nothing, I just want to hug you."

There was a faint smell of dish soap on the man's hand, which made him feel like a home.

Song Weiwei didn't speak any more, and let him hug her like this. Her eyes fell on the French windows, where the silhouette of their embrace was reflected.

For a moment, she felt in a trance that she was deeply loved by him.

Then she snorted.

Song Weiwei, you are blind, and you still want to continue deceiving yourself?Don't think that he is kind to you, you just think he likes you. Have you never seen him turning his face and being ruthless back then?

She closed her eyes, struggled out of his arms, and walked a few steps to the side, "I'm going to the studio."

The studio is still being refurbished. During this time, Xiao Lin has been watching the progress of the renovation. She plans to reopen the studio before going to the United States.

In this way, when she makes her first international debut, she will be able to draw a lot of orders for the studio.

Li Baihan's eyes dimmed, even though he forced her to promise never to leave him just now, he knew she didn't care about it.

He said, "I'll take you there."

Song Weiwei didn't refuse, she looked down at the pants on her body, and said, "I'll go back and change first."

"No need, there is a shopping mall near the studio, let's go there to buy new ones. Besides, you will live here permanently in the future, so you should prepare a few sets of clothes for emergencies." Li Baihan said.

He mentioned this last time, and Song Weiwei thought that if she was pregnant, they would have nothing to do with each other, and it would be wrong to leave personal belongings at his house.

Who knows that she thought well, but the reality may not be as she wished.

Now it seems that she has to fight a protracted battle if she wants to get pregnant.

When she thought of this, she felt a headache and wanted to question Li Baihan, aren't you very good at it?She got pregnant once seven years ago, why can't it work now?

If Li Baihan knew what she was thinking, he might die of injustice.

"it is good."

Li Baihan heaved a sigh of relief, and his mood brightened because of her word "good". He said it casually just now, but it actually meant that he wanted to live with her in disguise.

"I'm going to get the car keys."

The two walked to the porch together, changed their shoes, and walked out of the house side by side.

A new shopping mall opened near the studio. Last month, Song Weiwei's agency C's counter entered the shopping mall. The place Li Baihan took her to was this counter.

When the cabinet sister saw that the boss was being embraced by a handsome man with an extraordinary bearing, she almost thought she was mistaken.

"Song, Mr. Song..."

Song Weiwei really wanted to touch his forehead, when Li Baihan brought her here, she guessed something, but she didn't expect him to behave so intimately, as if he wanted to tell the world about their relationship.

Li Baihan said slowly, "Song Song, go and see if you like it."

Song Weiwei gave the cabinet sister a look, and she coughed lightly, "I'll take a look at the clothes, don't be nervous, I won't check your performance."

When the cabinet sister heard this, she couldn't help laughing, "Mr. Song, there is a movable type signboard from the C family here, so don't worry about performance."

In recent years, high-end luxury brands have become very popular among young people, especially Xiaoxiang, which combines nobility and elegance. The supply is often in short supply, and orders for pre-orders have to wait several months.

The cabinet sister took her up to the second floor, where there were all high-end clothes without obvious LOGO, and the designs were all designed by the top designers of the C family, and each piece was both fashionable and unique. style.

The weather was getting warmer, and the cabinet sister picked out a few suits for Song Weiwei, which were tailored and fitted, and Song Weiwei shook her head.

The cabinet sister said: "Mr. Song, don't you like Xiaoxiangfeng? There are other styles here, including sweaters and shirts."

Song Weiwei actually doesn't like clothes with obvious style characteristics. She is not like Miao Yiren. No matter how comfortable or not she wears branded clothes, she will make people see that she is wearing limited editions.

And many of Xiaoxiangfeng's limited editions are classic styles, which are too obvious to show off wealth, but she doesn't like it.

She originally planned to come for a stroll, and would go to the United States to participate in a competition in a few days. The dress at home was too grand, and her usual suit was too casual, which was not suitable for such a global competition.

She picked out a shirt, trousers and a small vest. A set is casual and casual, and it won't make people feel obtrusive when attending formal occasions. It is low-key and elegant.

When she went to the dressing room to try on clothes, Li Baihan came up from downstairs, and when she came out of the dressing room, his eyes lit up.

Under his gaze, Song Weiwei felt a little uncomfortable. She tugged on her little vest and asked pretending not to care, "How about this set?"

Song Weiwei's clothes are always online. The last time she went shopping with Li Minglan and the others, the clothes she matched were well received by the sisters.

The little vest on her body is a typical little fragrance, which neutralizes the sense of world-weariness in her temperament, but it is even more dazzling.

Li Baihan walked over, raised his hand and pinned a hairpin to her ear. The brass hairpin had the C family's standard double C logo on it, casually pinned to her ear, retro and elegant.

Song Weiwei raised her hand to touch it, remembering that he had pinned her card last time, she said, "I found that you seem to like card issuance very much."

Li Baihan looked at her quietly, his thoughts went away in an instant.

He remembered that when she first met Song Weiwei, she was tied to a pillar and forced to agree to marry the village chief's stupid son.

He still remembers that she was wearing a washed-out cotton-padded jacket, with two blush blushes on her pale cheeks, a strawberry hairpin pinned to her ear, and helpless tears in her eyes, pure and charming. .

He thought that when he returned to China, he originally wanted to reject this emotionless marriage, but the moment he saw her, he fell in love with her.

Seeing him staring at her, Song Weiwei didn't know where her soul went, she stretched out her hand and shook it in front of him, "President Li?"

The man came back to his senses, held her hand, his eyes passed over the hairpin, and fell on her beautiful face, "You look very good wearing the hairpin."

The cabinet sister who was standing at the side snickered and agreed, "Mr. Song, I also think you look good wearing hairpins. Recently, you have come back with a lot of new styles, all of which are super classic."

Song Weiwei looked in the mirror, not to mention, Li Baihan has a good eye, this hairpin is fashionable and age-reducing, and the pattern of the presbyopia is a bit retro, there is no suspicion of pretending to be tender at all.

The more she looked at it, the more she liked it, but her face was still flat, "I have a good eye."

She picked out several sets of clothes, and the cabinet sister wrapped them up and said they would deliver them to her home in a while. The counters all had the home addresses of VIP customers.

Some old customers don't want to come to the counter, they all send the new models to their door for them to choose, the service can be described as home.

"Send it to this address." Li Baihan took the pen, wrote a string of new addresses on the paper, and handed it to the cabinet sister. The cabinet sister was stunned for a moment, then looked at the man's handsome but indifferent face, and asked Song Weiwei in a low voice, " President Song, is this your boyfriend, so handsome."

Song Weiwei glanced at Li Baihan, the man looked at her intently, as if he was waiting for her to answer, she looked away without any trace, and corrected the cabinet sister's words, "It's the gold master."

Cabinet lady: "..."

Li Baihan: "..."

Coming out of the counter, Li Baihan's face was as grave as water and he didn't say a word. Song Weiwei didn't know why he was angry, and she didn't care. She walked briskly towards the small white building in the studio.

Suddenly, the wrist was clasped by a powerful big hand.

Song Weiwei was caught off guard for a moment, and was dragged back. She glared at the author with fiery eyes, and frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Damn..." The remaining word lingered on the tip of his tongue, but Li Baihan swallowed it back abruptly. He stared at the woman in front of him and took a deep breath, "Song Song, what is our relationship now?"

Song Weiwei blinked her eyes. It wasn't the first time he asked this question, and it was especially serious today. "If you don't answer well, I'll teach you how to behave", it was full of threats on that handsome face.