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

Song Weiwei wrote down this poem casually, and when Li Baihan read it out, she realized that it was a love poem. She paused, and left a dot of ink behind the last word.

She hurriedly put down the brush, trying to crumple the ink-soaked paper, but a hand was faster than her and quickly pulled the paper away.

She followed the direction in which the paper was moving, her eyes fell on Li Baihan's face, and he said, "Don't throw it away, give it to me."

There was a bright smile in his eyes, and for a moment Song Weiwei couldn't reach out to snatch the poem back. She frowned, "I wrote it casually, it's not good."

"It's pretty good." Li Baihan picked up the piece of paper with the poem on it and went upstairs as if he was afraid that she would snatch it. Song Weiwei looked at his background and frowned.

Song Chenchen squatted aside and looked at her in confusion, "Mummy, what does that poem mean?"

Song Weiwei met the child's pure and bright gaze, but she dodged a little, "That poem comes from Qu Yuan's "Mrs. Xiang."

Song Chenchen seemed to understand but half understood, "Is it the poem written by Qu Yuan to his wife?"

Song Weiwei tapped the tip of his nose, "When you grow up, go and have a look."

"Then when will I grow up?" Song Chenchen asked in a childish voice.

Song Weiwei smiled and said, "When you grow to the height of Shushu, you will be considered grown up."

Song Chenchen thought about it, and wrinkled her face, "It will take a long time."

Song Weiwei looked at him tenderly, thinking that time flies, ten years have passed inadvertently, and when he grows up, they will also be old.

Li Baihan went back and forth quickly, the grinder was finished, Song Weiwei was dipping the ink to write the invitations, and the written invitations spread a carpet.

Her calligraphy is delicate and beautiful, and each stroke is smooth and smooth, showing gentleness.

Li Baihan knelt down on the carpet, picked up the ink stick and grinded it slowly, "Your handwriting is very beautiful, with an air of pride, and your writing is like a cloud."

Song Weiwei handled the brush like a god, and with a light stroke at the end, the name was made overnight. She raised her eyelids and looked at Li Baihan, "It's really rare to get a compliment from President Li."

She put the pen in front of him, "I heard that Boss Li has learned calligraphy from everyone in calligraphy, why don't you write a few sentences?"

Li Baihan didn't refuse, he took the pen, took a piece of white paper, and quickly wrote a line of poetry with the pen as freely as a dragon and a snake.

"There is a beautiful woman, and you will never forget it. If you don't see her for a day, you will think like crazy."

Song Weiwei watched him put away the pen, and looked at the poem, her cheeks felt hot, she said: "Mr. Li's calligraphy is vigorous, iron painted with silver hooks, with muscles and bones, it is a masterpiece. If you go bankrupt one day, But I can support myself with ink treasures."

Li Baihan smiled and said, "Don't you expect me to order?"

Song Weiwei smiled slyly, "Well, I believe you won't go bankrupt."

After finishing speaking, she went to look at the poem again, only to feel that the words contained deep affection, she looked away uncomfortably, "Give me back the pen, I still have a lot of invitations to write."

Li Baihan handed over the pen, and Song Weiwei reached out to take it, their fingers touched together inadvertently, his fingertips were scorching hot, pressing on her finger, the heat seemed to burn her finger.

An electric current rushed from her fingertips to her whole body. Song Weiwei shuddered all over. She wanted to take the pen away, but the man used some force, and she didn't move for a while.

She raised her eyelids to look at him, Li Baihan's lips were faintly smiling, and he just looked at her so firmly, making Song Weiwei's mind flustered.

With a little force on her hand, she took away the pen between his fingers. She lowered her head and continued to write the invitation.

Li Baihan twirled his fingertips, there was still residual heat there, and seeing Song Weiwei's performance trying to cover up, a smile curled up on his lips.

He tilted his head slightly, propped it up with one hand, and rubbed the ink with the other carelessly. The fragrance of the ink was lingering, and he had never been able to understand the state of mind of the ancients who added fragrance to their red sleeves.

At this moment, he was studying ink and she was holding the pen to write, which made him feel a kind of tenderness.

It would be great if time stopped at this moment.

*
In the hospital, Miao Yiren was lying on the hospital bed, and Li Baiming was sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed. After he broke up with Song Weiwei that day, he found Miao Yiren.

Miao Yiren's eyebrows were full of mockery, "Li Sanshao, didn't you say you didn't know me two days ago?"

Li Boming's legs were elegantly crossed, and he looked very gentleman in a suit and vest. He didn't care about Miao Yiren's teasing, and said calmly: "I am a nobleman who forgets things, so Yiren don't care about me."

Miao Yiren snorted coldly.

Li Baiming was kind on the surface, but he sneered at Miao Yiren in his heart, if he hadn't had something to use her for, he wouldn't have come here to see her face.

He changed his mind and said, "I blamed me for being late. If I had arrived earlier, you wouldn't have been sent to the underground live broadcast to suffer."

Miao Yiren's expression changed, "What did you say?"

She always thought that Li Baiming didn't know what had happened to her these past few months, but seeing his understanding look at this moment, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

One must know that Li Baiming had pursued her back then, if he knew that she had been played and whipped by those people, lying on them like a dog, letting them play with her, she...

Seeing her rapidly pale face, Li Baiming felt a sense of joy in his heart, how embarrassing Miaoyiren was in front of him before, how embarrassing it is now.

"Hmm... I didn't expect my elder brother to be so ruthless. You have been by his side for so many years, even if you have a dog, you should have feelings for him, alas!" Li Baiming sighed.

Miao Yiren's face became even uglier. What he said was that she was worse than a dog. Her eyes were gloomy, "Li Sanshao, seeing death and not saving him, made a special trip to say these sarcastic remarks in front of a dying person. I don't know if your conscience is serious." feel good?"

Li Baiming smiled, "Hey, don't be upset, that's all in the past. Director Li has already destroyed all the video materials. Except for a few insiders, no one will know what happened to you."

Miao Yiren gritted her teeth, she will never forget the days of living in hell these few months, even now when she falls asleep, she will always dream of being frightened and woken up.

"You know everything?" Miao Yiren wanted to pounce on her and tear off his hypocritical mask on the spot. He had a chance to save her, but he just watched her being pushed into hell.

Li Baiming shook his head with a sincere expression, "I don't know everything, it's just that I happened to see them transport you out that day, and then someone followed you."

Miao Yiren clenched the quilt tightly with both hands, her teeth were about to be crushed, and her breathing became heavy, "Li Baiming, I thought we had some kind of friendship. You knew what was going to happen to me, but you didn't help me, did you? I don't know anyone, so let's go."

Li Baiming sighed, "Yiren, I told you that I didn't know, at least before they arrived at the destination, I didn't know that big brother would be so cruel to you, and after they handed you over, I can't act rashly. I have been there for a long time, so I should know how powerful the background of the bosses behind this underground live broadcast platform is."

Miao Yiren closed her eyes and swallowed her resentment, "In this case, why are you looking for me, to make things difficult for me?"

"No," Li Baiming said earnestly, "I came to seek your cooperation. You know that I have always disliked my elder brother. If he successfully succeeds the position of Patriarch, I will have no place in Beicheng."

Miao Yiren looked at him indifferently, "What does it have to do with me?"

"Yiren, it's meaningless if you say that. Don't you hate my elder brother at all when you're in today's end?" Li Baiming said persuasively.

Miao Yiren smiled slightly, "Whether I hate him or not is my business, Li Baiming, you don't want to use me to achieve your goals."

Li Baiming shook his head, "Yiren, you are so stupid, you want to take revenge and need my help, oh, by the way, you probably don't know the real identity of Song Weiyi yet?"

Miao Yiren shrank her pupils, and then wrote lightly: "I know, isn't she the adopted daughter of the Song family in Jiangcheng?"

"No, I'm talking about another identity, which you would never have guessed." Li Baiming pretended to be mysterious.

Miao Yiren frowned, "She has another identity?"

Seeing that she didn't know, Li Baiming smiled leisurely and shook his head while laughing, "Yi Ren, you are so pitiful, we were all deceived by Song Weiyi."

Miao Yiren stared at Li Baiming, she suddenly remembered the conversation between her and Li Xiaoran not long ago, she doubted Song Wei's identity.

"Could it be..." She hesitated. After all, if her initial suspicions were true, then everything would make sense. Why did Song Weiwei have deep hostility and hatred towards her the first time he saw her, "She is Song Weiwei?"

"Bingo!" Li Boming snapped his fingers, and seeing Miao Yiren's complexion visibly changed, he said, "She is Song Weiwei, who fell into the cliff seven years ago but did not die."

"How is it possible?" Miao Yiren lost her voice.

Even if she had guessed like that, she didn't believe that Song Weiwei could still survive falling from such a high cliff.

Li Baiming watched Miao Yiren lose her composure, and pretended to show a surprised expression, "You really don't know, weren't you two best girlfriends back then? I thought she had told you a long time ago, tsk tsk, it seems that she really I didn't consider you a friend."

Miao Yiren gripped the quilt tightly, her nails dug deep into her flesh without noticing, she asked again: "Is it really her?"

She doubted her identity from the first time she saw Song Weiwei, but at that time she only thought that they looked alike, and didn't think that they were the same person.

After all, she was the one who knocked Song Weiwei off the cliff in person, and heard the explosion a few minutes after she fell off the cliff, Song Weiwei could never have survived.

"It's absolutely true." Li Baiming nodded, admiring Miao Yiren's surprised and stunned expression, "So you should know that her son is my elder brother's seed."

Miao Yiren's heart was full of turmoil. She was the one who stabbed Song Chenchen in front of Li Baihan herself. How could she be so stupid, why didn't she recognize her?

"She was really lucky. She fell into a cliff with a car and came back alive." Miao Yiren murmured.

Li Baiming looked at her expression and fell into deep thought, "Some people's lives are as cheap as ants, and it's not so easy to die, but aren't you friends in your girlfriends, you should be very happy that she didn't die."

Miao Yiren raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were full of emotions, she said: "San Shao Li told me this, did you want me to get close to Wei Wei?"

Li Baiming's eyes were deep, "Yiren, I remember that the driver who drove Song Weiwei and her car into the cliff escaped back then, and I haven't found it until now."

Miao Yiren's heart skipped a beat, her eyes flickered, "Yeah, why, Li Sanshao has a clue?"

"The traffic police ruled that this was a traffic escape incident. How could I have any clues?" Li Baiming looked at Miao Yiren, seeing her obviously relieved, he turned a corner, "But..."

Miaoyiren stared at him closely, feeling terribly nervous at the slightest sign of trouble, "But what?"

Li Baiming opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, "It's nothing, I'm here today to tell you about it, when you recover from your injury, go see her."

Miao Yiren pursed her lips. She went to see Song Weiwei?

Li Baiming stood up, "Take good care of your wounds, and when you recover...the Song family can't go back. The Song house was sealed off two months ago. Then I'll find you a house and you can live in it first."

Miao Yiren said coldly: "You don't need to trouble Third Young Master Li."

Li Baiming: "Don't bother, we met after all, you can contact me if you need anything."

After Li Baiming finished speaking, he patted his sleeves and left. His purpose of coming today has been achieved, and he will wait quietly for Miaoyiren to make any moves.

But he believed that Miaoyiren would take action before he could wait long.

As soon as Li Baiming left, the tense nerves all over Miao Yiren's body relaxed, and only then did she realize that her back was completely wet with sweat.

Just now, Li Baiming's eyes were obviously full of inquiry and suspicion, which made her heart rise to her throat, and she was really afraid that he would say something.

Fortunately, she didn't have brain cells to die collectively back then, so she told him about her bumping into Song Weiwei, otherwise she would be under the control of others now.

but……

Song Weiwei is still alive, and she is Song Weiyi. No wonder she wanted to kill her the first time she saw her. It turned out that the hostility was hidden in the subconscious.

She gritted her teeth, and suddenly recalled that when she saw Song Weiyi in Songjiagou that day, she should have suspected why she went to Songjiagou, but she made a mistake.

Miao Yiren was lying on the hospital bed, and there was a strong pain in her calf, she regretted it.

If she had known that Song Weiwei was Song Weiwei, she would have tried everything she could to kill her when she first returned to Beicheng. Now that she had lost her chance, she would end up in a state of being neither human nor ghost.

Song Weiwei was the stumbling block on her life's road, if she wasn't removed, she couldn't feel at ease.

Miao Yiren sat up and made a call with her mobile phone, and the connection was quickly connected, "Xiao Ran, I asked you to help me find out about Song's only matter, is there any news?"

Li Xiaoran's tired voice came from the other end of the phone, "Yiren, I'm busy. When I'm free, I'll go to the hospital to find you."

"I can't wait. If you don't have time to come over, just say it on the phone."

Li Xiaoran had no choice but to turn around and walk into the office. The surroundings became quiet. He squeezed the space between his brows and said, "I found some information. Song Weiyi will go to the United States to participate in the sculpture competition in a few days."

Miao Yiren clenched her phone tightly, "She wants to go abroad?"

Li Xiaoran said: "Yes, she is going abroad, Yiren, if you have any plans, this is your last chance, you can't touch her when she is in China."