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

Song Weiwei was halfway through writing the invitation, but felt her back was sore and her legs were weak, and she would stop to rub her waist from time to time. She didn't have menstrual pain, but every time she had a period, her waist felt uncomfortable.

Li Baihan noticed that she rubbed her waist several times, and he said, "What's the matter, is your waist uncomfortable?"

Song Weiwei put down her pen and leaned back, "My back is a little sore, I'll rest for a while."

Li Baihan stood up and walked in front of her. The tall shadow covered Song Weiwei's whole body, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

In the next second, he bent down, put one hand through her armpit, and the other through the bend of her leg, and easily hugged her. Before she could cry out in surprise, he had already put her on the sofa .

"Let's rest for a while."

Song Weiwei struggled to get up, "But I haven't finished writing the invitation, and I have to send it out tomorrow, or it will delay the opening."

Li Baihan pressed her shoulders and pushed her back onto the pillow, "I'll write."

Song Weiwei didn't have any objections to Li Baihan's good handwriting, she lay back on the pillow obediently, and used her mobile phone to browse the web.

There was silence all around, only the rustling sound of the brush tip rubbing against the paper, which was very hypnotic.

Song Weiwei stared at the phone for a while, her eyelids were heavy and unable to open. After a while, she relaxed her body as if resigned to her fate, and fell into a deep sleep.

Li Baihan didn't hear any movement behind him, he turned around and saw her sleeping on the sofa, the same appearance as when he was waiting for him to get off work seven years ago.

He put down his pen, picked up the thin blanket on the arm of the sofa, shook it off, and gently covered her body.

Seeing this, Song Chenchen covered her mouth and snickered, "Mummy is asleep."

Li Baihan raised his fingertips and made a silent movement on his lips, Song Chenchen immediately closed his mouth tightly and crossed his mouth.

The father and son had a tacit understanding, and they both lowered their voices, for fear of disturbing Song Weiwei who was sleeping.

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Seven days later, Muyi Studio reopened. Song Weiwei got up early in the morning, and the makeup team had already come to her door. After taking a shower, she sat in front of the dressing table, surrounded by stylists and makeup artists.

"Miss Song, do you have any requirements for makeup?" The makeup artist opened the makeup tools, and the cosmetics inside were all famous international brands.

Because of special request, the cosmetics they brought were all brand new, and they unpacked them in front of Song Weiwei.

Song Weiwei looked at herself in the mirror with rosy cheeks and full of energy. In the past few days at Li Baihan's house, she was caught and put to bed by him at nine o'clock every night.

After a few days of deliberate recuperation, the body that was deficient in menstruation before had some complexion.

"Just be dignified and mature." As the manager of Muyi Studio, she attended the ribbon-cutting event today, so naturally she couldn't put on light makeup as usual.

The makeup artist understood something, and she began to apply the base makeup on her very skillfully, as if she had done it thousands of times, "Miss Song, your skin condition is really good, what skin care products do you usually use?"

Song Weiwei looked at herself in the mirror, her skin was faintly glowing. In fact, when she just woke up, her skin was in poor condition.

Because she has been bedridden all year round, her skin is sallow, and even if Song's mother takes good care of her, her body, which is only supported by nutrient solution, still lacks water.

After she woke up, Mother Song took her to a spa and bought the most high-end skin care products for her to take care of. After all these years, her skin finally returned to its 20-year-old state.

She applied for several brands of skin care products, and the makeup artist said, "I've heard of these brands. They are all foreign ladies' brands. Highly respected among wives."

Song Weiwei smiled, "Well, the British princess has designated several of their skin care products, and the products are pure natural ingredients without additives."

"These brands are real ladies' products with a price but no market. No one with any status can get the products. No wonder Ms. Song's skin is so good." The makeup artist boasted sincerely.

She often comes to do makeup for the daughters of famous families. Whenever they talk about good skin, those daughters always say that they are naturally beautiful, and they never disclose how many skin care products they use.

Song Weiwei was sincere.

I heard that she is the adopted daughter of the Song family, but her demeanor is better than those daughters who have been educated by celebrities since childhood.

The makeup artist applied earth-colored eye makeup on her eyes, and the eyeliner was slightly raised at the end of the eyes. The makeup was exquisite and showed a lazy and extravagant air.

After the eye makeup was done, she picked out Armani's new red tube lip gloss 206 colors. The classic reddish brown immediately lifted her whole person's aura. Coupled with the cat eye makeup, she was full of extravagance.

The makeup artist finished her makeup, and the stylist began to arrange her hair. In order to match the makeup, the stylist gave her a ball head with flower buds. The hair was all combed up, revealing a full forehead and a delicate collarbone.

After finishing her styling, Song Weiwei changed into a dress.

The gown is a black knee-length dress that never goes wrong. The puff sleeves are popular this year, and the low-neck design reveals a large area of ​​snowy skin on the chest and back.

She has cool white skin, and against the backdrop of the black dress, her whole body is radiantly white. The makeup artist has also applied a layer of highlight on her collarbone, as well as a layer of highlight on her wrists and knees.

Song Weiwei was puzzled, "What is this for?"

The makeup artist often puts makeup on stars and is well versed in its mechanics. She said: "The photos taken in this way look good. Look at those female stars. When they take pictures, their collarbones, elbows and knees are very beautiful and have lines. The feeling is because of the high light, which is very dazzling under the flash."

Song Weiwei suddenly realized, "Can it still be like this?"

"That's right, there are all kinds of makeup skills. Now it's not just a face, but if the face is beautiful, if the other parts of the body are not good-looking, the perfect effect will not be achieved." The makeup artist said while packing up the makeup.

Song Weiwei sighed in her heart, she had learned.

After getting her hair and makeup done, the makeup artists left with their tools. Song Weiwei took a white clutch bag, put her phone in it, turned around and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Li Baihan was sitting in the living room, and when he heard the crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground, he raised his head subconsciously, and his eyes touched the woman who was slowly climbing down the steps, and stormy waves surged in his eyes.

What a nice view!

He stared at her blankly, for a moment he forgot to breathe, she walked slowly from the halo, her whole body seemed to be glowing, so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Song Weiwei was inexplicably awkward and uncomfortable being looked at by him like this. She lowered her head and looked at her dress, but she didn't find anything wrong.

She walked up to him slowly, "what's the matter?"

Li Baihan looked up at her, and stretched out his hands to hold her slender and white wrists. The wrists were so thin that he didn't dare to force them casually, he was worried that he might break them.

"Song Song, you are so beautiful today!"

No one doesn't like to hear compliments from others, and Song Weiwei is no exception. She twitched her eyelashes and looked down at Li Baihan.

He was still in his usual attire, except that his hair was brushed back, exposing his smooth forehead, making him a bit seductively handsome.

With a thought in her mind, she suddenly lowered her head and kissed the middle of his forehead, leaving a light lipstick mark. As soon as she backed away, she was pulled onto his lap by the man.

Song Weiwei was startled, especially when she met the man's obviously dark gaze, she hurriedly covered his mouth, "I've finished my makeup."

Li Baihan rolled his Adam's apple, his voice hoarse, "The makeup artist hasn't left yet, let her touch up your makeup later." After speaking, he bowed his head and kissed her.

Her lips were bitten, her breath was robbed, and the man's movements were extremely rough, with a strong possessive desire, leaving her nowhere to escape.

After a while, he let go of her satisfied, looked down, and saw that most of her lip makeup had been eaten by him. He lightly pecked her bright red lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't think there is any need to touch up makeup, so It's also pretty."

Song Weiwei gave him a gouged look, "Be serious."

"Why am I not serious?" Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, his fingers were still stroking her red and swollen lips, that movement was extremely ambiguous, clearly not serious.

Song Weiwei turned her head away, avoiding his disturbing hands, "Don't make trouble, the time is coming, I'm going to the studio."

Li Bai's chill still persisted, so he didn't imprison her any longer, but asked someone to call the makeup artist back to touch up Song Weiwei's makeup again.

After the makeup artist left, Song Weiwei thought of the makeup artist's expression, she was a little ashamed, especially what the makeup artist said.

"Please, wait until the ribbon-cutting event is over before you kiss."

Song Weiwei: "..."

The ribbon-cutting ceremony was just outside Mu Yi's studio. Song Weiwei invited someone to set up an activity stage on the square outside the studio, and arranged it carefully.

She arrived at the studio at just the right time, and the invited guests hadn't come yet, but there were many customers in the studio. I heard that there was a discount for today's opening, so everyone went in and walked around to see if there was anything they wanted to buy.

After a while, the guests came one after another. Song Weiwei went up to shake hands with the guests one by one, and was so busy that she was really relieved.

She sent out the invitation too late, and she was actually very worried, worried that these industry leaders would not give her face as a newcomer, and if she refused to come, it would be over.

However, those who engage in art are pure and noble, and they are not completely divorced from the world. Some guests came because of the fact that she is the youngest daughter of the Song family.

After all, the Song family is the richest man in Jiangcheng, and if they can strengthen the Song family, there may be something they can use in the future.

At the beginning, Master Muyi disregarded all opinions and handed over the studio to Song Weiwei. Apart from her tenacity and not bowing down to fame and fortune, part of the reason was because she was from the Song family.

Song Weiwei is the most suitable operator for Muyi Studio to continue to operate.

But no matter why everyone came here, seeing the brand-new studio, they were all shocked by her drastic changes. You must know that their doors and faces in the antique world are all antique. Standing at the door, you can know what is inside.

The refurbished Muyi studio is completely integrated with the modern style, the hall is bright, without the deep background of mahogany, a little more Zen, but not so modern.

However, this little change still made them feel uncomfortable, feeling that they lost the arrogance of artists, and became eager for quick success and quick profits, and their hearts were swayed by interests.

Song Weiwei ignored their whispering and provocative eyes, and when all the guests arrived, the ribbon-cutting ceremony officially began.

The master of ceremonies was speaking congratulations, and the audience suddenly became chaotic.

I saw a few people coming over carrying white chrysanthemums, and the leader was Zhou Lijiang, who had disappeared for a long time. He stared at Song Weiwei, and said harshly: "Junior Sister, you have made the studio that Master has been running all his life, and now it looks like neither fish nor fowl. , Master is alive in heaven, the urn can't even hold it down."

The audience whispered again.

Song Weiwei squinted at Zhou Lijiang. After the last competition, Zhou Lijiang was investigated. Although he was released on bail, his reputation was greatly affected.

The Sculpture Committee directly dismissed him from the position of president, and the big bosses who had been close to him in the past avoided him one after another, for fear that they would get dirty.

Her eyes swept over the white chrysanthemums, her eyes were sharp, "What do you mean, senior brother?"

"I'm not fair on behalf of Master, little junior sister. Master pursued art all his life and was indifferent to fame and fortune. He trusted you, so he handed over the studio to you, but can you see what you have done to the studio?" Zhou Lijiang condemned fiercely. she.

"Master handed over the studio to me because it was entirely up to me to decide. I don't think there is anything wrong with it. If Brother Zhou comes to make trouble, I'm sorry I don't welcome it."

Zhou Lijiang sneered and said: "You are clearly guilty, why bother to say it so high-soundingly, now that the management right is in your hands, I am afraid that in the near future, even the entire studio and master's works will become yours."

Song Weiwei heard the growing discussion in the audience, she lowered her face, "Master's works are placed in the display cabinet for display, I only have the right to display, not the right to buy and sell. You can testify against me."

Mistress was sitting under the stage, and finally stood up to speak for Song Weiwei, "Li Jiang, your master's body is still alive, and you make things difficult for your little junior sister, how can you make him feel at ease?"

"Master, don't be fooled by her persuasive words and expressions, she is absolutely uneasy and kind." Zhou Lijiang said earnestly.

The teacher spoke harshly, "Zhou Lijiang, when your master was alive, you, as the chairman of the sculpture committee, pressed him every step of the way and pissed him off to death. After he died, you started to figure out how to get the studio. Who cares? , my wife is not blind, I can see clearly."

As soon as these words came out, the central figure in the discussion just now became Zhou Lijiang, and everyone's eyes on him changed.

Li Baihan walked up to Song Weiwei at some point. He stared at Zhou Lijiang and said lightly, "Mr. Zhou, you are not welcome here, please go ahead."

Before the words were finished, more than a dozen bodyguards in black suits ran over from the crowd, stood in front of Zhou Lijiang, and made a gesture of invitation to him, "Should Mr. Zhou go by himself, or should we carry you away?"

Zhou Lijiang's face was extremely ugly. He came here today to embarrass Song Weiwei, but he didn't expect his wife to stand by her.

He was very unwilling, but seeing the muscular bodyguards in front of him staring at him, how could he dare to act rashly, so he had no choice but to put down his harsh words.

"Song Weiyi, I will watch and see how you bring down the studio, Mrs. Mistress, if you don't believe me, you will be deceived by her sooner or later."

Song Weiwei stared closely at Zhou Lijiang being taken away by the bodyguards, her expression changed a few times, then she regained her composure and said to the master of ceremonies, "Go ahead."

After this farce, everyone had different thoughts. As soon as the ribbon-cutting was over, the guests left one after another, even refusing to attend the luncheon.

The plaza, which was bustling just now, suddenly became empty. Song Weiwei stood on the second floor with a glass of juice in her hand, watching the staff take away the tables and chairs in front of the door, feeling complicated.

Suddenly a pair of hands stretched out from behind, hugged her whole body, and then the clear cedar breath surrounded her, "What are you thinking?"