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

Father Song looked at him with pity in his eyes, "Young Master Li, there is a chance for Song Song to bring you to our house for dinner later."

Li Baihan could tell that Father Song's words were only polite.

"Then I will interrupt." Li Baihan said.

Father Song: "..."

He got stuck, and the look in Li Baihan's eyes changed again, he thought to himself, this kid has a thick skin, if he wanted to hear Xiao Yu'er tell someone that he didn't like him, he would blow up on the spot.

But he was fine, he was as calm as if he just heard a question about the weather today. This kind of mentality is impossible for anyone who is not doing big things.

After Song's father left, Li Baihan stood in front of the display cabinet, exuding an aura of keeping strangers away from him all over his body. Xiao Lin passed by him several times, all trembling.

They didn't turn on the air conditioner today, so why is it so cold?
Song Weiwei and Song's father discussed the opening time, and then asked Xiao Lin to bring her the invitation card. Nowadays, many married couples use the electronic version of the invitation card. Once they post it on WeChat, they will be notified in place, and even the wedding candy will be saved.

But for the opening of the company, it is still necessary to write a serious invitation card and then deliver it to the door in person to show sincerity.

She had chosen the invitation card before, it was retro dark red, with carved patterns inside, in order to show formality and uniqueness, she also bought an inkstone and wrote it on the spot.

She had already drawn up the guest list, and now she only needed to copy it into the invitation card, and seeing that it was getting late, she had no choice but to pack up and take it home to write.

When she went downstairs, she saw Li Baihan leaning against the display case, his figure was straight like a statue, she pursed her lips, but she didn't expect him to leave yet.

Li Baihan's temper is really good now.

She slowly walked behind him, "Let's go, Chenchen is going to leave school."

Li Baihan looked back at her, his eyes were full of emotion, his eyes glanced at the paper bag in her hand, he reached out to take it, "What is this?"

"Invitation, the studio will open in a week, and I have to send out the invitation." Song Weiwei walked towards the glass door.

Li Baihan followed beside her, "Time is running short."

"Yeah, I've been busy with other things recently, and I forgot about this important thing, but I invited some old customers. Now that the master has passed away, it's hard to say whether they would like to come to support me. What if the opening day desolate……"

"No." Li Baihan said.

Song Weiwei turned her head to look at him, the setting sun fell on his handsome face, the man's eyebrows were bright and his demeanor was aloof, such a good appearance, few people could match it.

She looked a little dazed for a moment.

It wasn't until a hand waved in front of her eyes that she came back to her senses and looked forward as if nothing had happened, "I'm very worried."

Li Baihan walked beside her, and the setting sun dragged their figures long, and they seemed to overlap for a moment, "What are you worried about?"

"Master entrusted me to take care of the studio. As a result, within two days after I took over, there was a fire. In the end, it was not found out that it was man-made. If Master is alive, I don't know if he will regret handing over the studio to me. .” Song Weiwei said.

"He won't blame you." Li Baihan said, "Even if it is not found out that it is man-made, it is definitely not a natural disaster. Song Song, Master Muyi handed over the studio to you because he believed that you would bring a new atmosphere to the studio. .”

"Really?" Song Weiwei looked at him uneasily.

Li Baihan nodded, "Believe in yourself!"

Song Weiwei smiled softly, "I find that in your eyes, everything becomes easy, if only I had your confidence."

Li Baihan paused, "Is there?"

Song Weiwei looked forward. There were a lot of people in the square outside at this point, some of them were commuters after get off work, and some of them were elderly people who brought their grandchildren out for a walk.

For a time, the square was full of excitement.

"Well, no matter what you do, you seem to be able to do it with ease, as if there is no problem you can't solve, confident and strong." Song Weiwei said, full of envy.

Li Baihan shook his head, "I'm not as powerful as you said."

Song Weiwei looked at him suspiciously, "Huh?"

Li Baihan looked forward, a child was toddling, and the old man was following behind, the child suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, before he could cry, the old man picked him up, nervously checking whether the child was injured, frightened Only then did the child burst into loud cries.

He said: "I also have many powerless things. Song Song, in this world, no one is omnipotent. Some people look stronger on the outside, but they are actually more cowardly on the inside."

Song Weiwei blinked, wondering if she was dazzled, she felt a fragility flashing in the eyes of the man in front of her, could it be that what she said in the studio hurt him?
She lowered her eyelids lightly. Although it was her intention to hurt him, seeing him in pain made her feel unhappy.

"Really?" Song Weiwei lowered her voice.

Li Baihan looked at her and said seriously: "Song Song, no one is invincible, and neither am I."

Song Weiwei slightly raised her head to look at him, the man's dark and deep eyes were full of unknown emotions, overwhelming as if they wanted to sweep her in.

Her heart beat faster, and she subconsciously looked away to avoid his gaze, "Let's go, kindergarten is about to end."

She walked a few steps quickly, wanting to get out of that oppressive atmosphere, and even more wanting to leave the person who upset her behind.

Li Baihan stood there for a few seconds, looking at her fleeing back, the corner of his mouth curled into an inconspicuous arc.

He knew she was softhearted.

As long as he shows weakness, she will be at a loss what to do, and then she will be much gentler to him subconsciously, in the past and now.

The two went to the kindergarten to pick up Song Chenchen. Song Chenchen saw them standing outside the iron fence, waved at them, and pulled a little fat man beside him, talking excitedly.

The little fat man looked disgusted and ignored him.

The children lined up were sent to their parents one by one. Song Chenchen beamed with joy, "Mummy, Shushu, why did you come to pick me up together? Am I dreaming?"

Song Weiwei tapped lightly on his forehead, "Well, are you awake now?"

Song Chenchen hesitated for a moment, then looked at Li Baihan again, and stretched out two fat arms towards him, "Shu Shu, hug."

Li Baihan bent down and picked him up. He was tall and long-legged, so he showed his advantages at this moment. Song Chenchen was in his arms. When he looked down, he saw black heads all over him.

He immediately giggled happily, "Shu Shu, what shall we have for dinner?"

"How about uncle making you fat beef in sour soup?" Li Baihan said.

Song Chenchen's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay, shall we go to the supermarket to buy vegetables?"

Li Baihan shook his head, "The food is already bought."

Song Chenchen was obviously disappointed, "Oh, I still want to go to the supermarket, but it's okay, we can go again next time."

Li Baihan nodded, thinking that he would not let Jianghuai prepare all the ingredients next time, and he would take his son to the supermarket.

The family of three returned to the villa, the counter had already delivered the clothes and hung them in the cloakroom, Song Weiwei was still wearing Li Baihan's sweatpants.

The quality of his sweatpants was very good, and they looked a bit like those floor-sweeping pants on her. After shaking around like this all afternoon today, no one noticed anything wrong.

She went to the cloakroom and looked around, and found that in addition to the sets of clothes she had chosen, there were also a few sets of comfortable home clothes, as well as a few new bags, all of which matched the clothes.

She turned and went downstairs, Li Baihan was choosing dishes in the kitchen, Song Chenchen was eating snacks and chatting with Li Baihan.

She stood at the door and listened for a while, probably Song Chenchen was talking, the little guy said that a kid in his class whose parents were getting divorced, that kid overheard his parents' conversation, and none of them wanted him.

Song Chenchen pouted, "Xiang Xiaoyuan is so cute, he's as fat as a glutinous rice dumpling, why don't they want him?"

Li Baihan paused when he was choosing dishes, "Did you comfort him?"

"It's comforting. I told him that I was born without a father. Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't feel sad when he heard it. Instead, he sympathized with me and said I was very pitiful." Song Chenchen said.

Li Baihan stopped what he was doing, looked up at Song Chenchen who was sitting on the high chair seriously, "Chenchen, you have a father."

Seeing his serious expression, Song Chenchen waved his hands graciously, "I know, I want to comfort Xiang Xiaoyuan, it's worse than him, he knows I'm worse than him, so he can't care less about being sad."

Song Weiwei's heart throbbed violently as she stood outside the door. This child was so kind that he only knew how to comfort his classmates by pawing open his own wound to stop the injury.

Li Baihan thought for a while and said, "Chenchen, the next time we comfort someone, we can tell him, bye bye, the next one will be better."

Song Chenchen: "..."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Both mother and son outside the door were shocked, Song Chenchen looked at Li Baihan in a daze, "Shu Shu, but there is only one biological parent."

Li Baihan tapped the tip of his nose lightly with his fingers, "I'm just kidding you."

Song Chenchen breathed a sigh of relief, but he thought about it again, and looked at Li Baihan seriously, "Shu Shu, you can't think like that."

Li Baihan was taken aback, "Huh?"

Song Chenchen said with a serious face, "The next one is better. I don't think anyone is better than my mommy. If you don't cherish her, she will marry Uncle He."

Li Baihan: "..."

Song Weiwei, who was standing outside the door, couldn't listen any longer, she lifted her foot and walked in, "What are you talking about?"

When Song Chenchen saw her, he immediately covered his mouth obediently, his eyes flickered, and he didn't dare to look into her eyes.

Li Baihan put the selected vegetables into the vegetable basket, and he looked back at Song Weiwei, "Did you go to see the clothes?"

"Well, I also sent a few bags over. I see that they are all limited editions. I will transfer the money to you later." Song Weiwei said casually.

Li Baihan looked at her, his dark pupils couldn't see his emotions clearly, he said flatly, "No, it's not much money."

Song Weiwei opened her mouth, and just about to speak, the man leaned over slightly by taking the action of coming to pick up the vegetables, and brushed her thin lips against her ears, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Just treat it as my lack of skills. Good compensation."

Song Weiwei didn't understand at first, but after the words went through her mind twice, her cheeks turned red.

She stared at the tall man's back, licked the back molars one by one with the tip of her tongue, turned around abruptly after a while, and left the kitchen.

Song Chenchen looked at this and then at that, and asked Li Baihan in horror, "Shu Shu, is my mommy angry?"

After Li Baihan flirted with Song Weiwei, the sullen feeling in his heart for an afternoon finally disappeared. He looked at Song Chenchen with a smile on his lips, "No, she's just shy."

Song Weiwei outside the door: "..."

Shy you bastard!
The fat beef in sour soup made by Li Baihan was well received by Song Chenchen. The little guy likes spicy food, and he finished a big pot by himself, which was enough for Li Baihan to arrange noodles.

After eating, Song Weiwei spread the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the coffee table, and Song Chenchen leaned over, "Mummy, what are you doing?"

Song Weiwei put the inkstone on top of the paperweight, and Song Chenchen picked up an ink stick, "Mummy, I recognize this, this is an ink stick."

Song Weiwei smiled, "Well, Chenchen is really smart."

"Our kindergarten teacher said that this is a writing brush, this is a paperweight, this is an inkstone, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, do you want to write?" Song Chenchen's eyes were surprisingly bright, and he was curious about everything.

Song Weiwei nodded, took out the invitation and put it aside, and then took out the list. Taking this opportunity, she said to Song Chenchen, "Did the teacher teach you how to grind ink?"

"Of course I taught you to put some water into the inkstone, and then rub the ink with the ink stick. The ink that comes out is better than the ink you bought."

Song Weiwei tapped the tip of his nose lightly with her finger, and said to him: "Chenchen is awesome, let's help Mommy sharpen her ink."

"Okay."

Song Weiwei poured pure water into the inkstone, and then signaled Song Chenchen to grind the ink. Song Chenchen knelt on the carpet, holding the ink block with her small hands, and started grinding the ink clockwise.

Children are prone to impetuosity, so they rub it a few times. Seeing that the color of the water has turned black, she anxiously asks Song Weiwei to try it. Song Weiwei said: "I need to grind it for a while, the words written now are heavily water-stained."

Song Chenchen had no choice but to continue grinding. After grinding for seven or eight minutes, he said with a bitter face, "Mum, are you okay? My hands are so sore."

Before he finished speaking, his hands were grasped by a pair of big, slightly cold hands. At the same time, Li Baihan knelt down behind him and let him sit on his lap, "Shall we grind it together?"

Song Chenchen sat on Li Baihan's lap, his wrinkled face stretched out, and he nodded excitedly, "Yeah, Shushu, can you write calligraphy?"

"A little bit." Li Baihan said.

Song Weiwei had seen his calligraphy before, and the words were vigorous and powerful, and she was really humble to say that she knew a little bit, and she suddenly felt ashamed to play a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

"I don't write well, so don't laugh at me for a while." Song Weiwei looked at Li Baihan, feeling a little unconfident in front of him.

Li Baihan smiled, as if thousands of peach blossoms were blooming in his eyes, "Don't be afraid, I can teach you."

Song Weiwei: "..."

After the ink was polished, Song Weiwei held the brush and wrote a poem on the white paper beside her,

Li Baihan looked at a row of seal characters jumping out on the white rice paper, and read out loudly, "Yuan has Zhi, Li has orchid, Si Gongzi, I dare not speak."

After reading, he fixedly looked at Song Weiwei with complicated emotions in his eyes, and for a moment, Song Weiwei's cheeks became hot, and his heartbeat couldn't help but beat a few beats faster.