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

Song Weiwei's body tensed up for a moment, and then she relaxed, leaning gently on the visitor's arms, but her brows did not open, "I messed up today's ribbon-cutting event."

Li Baihan wrapped her whole body in his arms, obviously hugging her so tightly that there was no gap between them, but he felt that he was thousands of miles away from her heart and couldn't touch her.

This sense of powerlessness followed him all the time, making him uneasy all the time.

"No, it was very successful."

Song Weiwei twitched the corner of her mouth lightly. Zhou Lijiang's disturbance did not affect her at all.She broke the stereotypes and wanted to bring the antique market out of the new trend.

However, she underestimated the receptivity of those old stubborn people. They were obviously disappointed in her, and even felt that she made the antique market nondescript, which actually broke the strength and integrity of the craftsmen.

She admitted that she cared a lot about the attitude of those seniors who came today, which is why she felt so uncomfortable at the moment.

"Did I do something wrong? The antique market and sculpture art should stick to the rules. They shouldn't be like me now. Jewelry is not jewelry, and art is not art."

Li Baihan was silent for a moment, pulled his hands away from her waist, held her shoulders instead, turned her to face him, and he looked down at her.

She looked depressed, vaguely remorseful.

He frowned slightly, and stroked her brows lightly with his fingers, smoothing out the wrinkled places one by one, "Don't frown, Song Song, nothing is static, some things need people to change, because things that don't change, They will be buried forever in the long river of time.”

Song Weiwei was startled.

Li Baihan gently held her face in his warm palm, seeing that she no longer frowns, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, "Sculpture is a very malleable art among many crafts, such as many jewelry designs nowadays. , In fact, carving is used, but we know that it is an improved craft, those traditional skills are gradually disappearing, and if no changes are made, they will be submerged in the long river of time."

"So you are right, the ones who are wrong are those who are unwilling to change."

Song Weiwei's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Really?"

Li Baihan nodded, "Song Song, you have always been very confident. Don't be held back by other people's opinions. I believe you will find a way to make the art of sculpture flourish."

Song Weiwei looked at his gentle and firm expression, and her anxious and impetuous heart gradually became calm. Yes, how could she forget her original intention, which is to let the art of sculpture survive in the torrent of the times.

She shouldn't care too much about the opinions of those old and stubborn people. She should go forward bravely and fight a bloody path so that this craft will not disappear in the universe.

The two looked at each other, and they didn't know who was approaching whom first. Their breaths were gradually intertwined. Seeing that the four lips were about to stick together, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

Song Weiwei suddenly pushed Li Baihan away, turned her head to look outside the door, and met a pair of embarrassed dodging eyes, she frowned slightly, "Why are you here?"

"Junior Sister Song, I came to see you, didn't I disturb you?" The girl standing by the door wearing a modified cheongsam was named Lin Yu, and she was a direct female disciple of Master Mu Yi.

Her works are very spiritual, and she has a good reputation in Jiangcheng. She left Mu Yi's studio before and went outside to open her own independent studio.

In the sculpture competition held this time, she was one vote behind her and entered the international sculpture competition as No.2.

Lin Yu's appearance is a typical Jiangnan beauty, with a melon seed face, almond eyes and small mouth, wearing a modified cheongsam, just like a famous lady in old Shanghai, people can't take their eyes off.

Li Baihan's hand was still on Song Weiwei's waist. He felt Lin Yu's eyes sweep over his hand, and he paused on it for a while before moving away. He remained calm.

Song Weiwei said: "I didn't bother you, handsome sister came up to find me something?"

Lin Yu's gaze paused, and then he glanced at Li Baihan's handsome face, a complex light flashed in her eyes, so fast that people didn't notice the strangeness at all.

"Well, I saw that you were a little unhappy just now, so I came up to see you, but I came here by accident, as long as you are fine, we are going to participate in competitions abroad in two days, so we can't let domestic affairs affect our mood." Lin Yu smiled He walked in, regardless of whether their relationship was ambiguous or not, and walked directly between the two of them.

When she came over, Song Weiwei subconsciously took a step to the side, separating from Li Baihan.

"It's okay, they are all people who have gone through big winds and waves, and will not be affected by such a small matter."

"That's good, big brother is really, he frequently tripped you up. He didn't think he was ashamed enough in the carving competition last time, so he dared to come here today to make trouble." Lin Yu mentioned Zhou Lijiang with a disgusted expression on his face.

Song Weiwei smiled, "Master entrusted me to run the studio, I guess the brothers and sisters are not happy, I can understand."

"Then you are too holy, so I am not unhappy. You have been taking care of Master and Mistress these years. We can see how much Master treats you. Why can't we leave it to you?" Lin Yu was displeased.

She spoke with a soft tone of Wu Nong's, even if her tone was fierce, she still had a coquettish feeling, which Song Weiwei could not learn.

In fact, she can also act like a baby and speak soft words, but without Lin Yu's nice words, she will unconsciously soften her heart. This is probably why she stayed alone in the vacant room for a year, and in the end she had already completed a home run and was abandoned reason.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Li Baihan who was pushed aside by Lin Yu.

The two girls talked, and he didn't mean to avoid it. His eyes fell on Lin Yu lightly, wondering if he was attracted by her.

Song Weiwei's eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the emotions in her eyes, and when she looked at Lin Yu again, there was no emotion in her eyes, "Senior Sister, Holy Mother is not a good word, why are you scolding me?"

Lin Yu smiled slyly, "Ah, I was discovered by you, but to be honest, you can think of combining with modern jewelry without continuing the old style, which is really beyond my expectation."

Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows, "Huh?"

"Actually, several years ago, I mentioned to Master that some changes should be made, but you know that Master is getting older, and he has the persistence of his generation. If he refuses to compromise with the times, he can only be eliminated by the times. Work The efficiency of the office is deteriorating, and he is anxious, but he still refuses to change."

Song Weiwei listened without expressing any opinion on what she said.

Lin Yu continued: "Actually, I understand why he entrusted you to take care of the studio, because he knows that there are very few people who have the courage to make changes. Times and trends have collided with new sparks, which neither Brother Zhou nor I can do."

Song Weiwei had to admit that Lin Yu's mouth was really powerful. In a few words, he pushed her things that others couldn't grab, and said something that made her feel comfortable physically and mentally, which was more in her heart than Li Baihan's comfort just now.

In the past few years, Lin Yu has always been kind to her. Although she was withdrawn and indifferent after the car accident, and she was often wary of people who approached her, Lin Yu didn't seem to know at all. vague.

"So don't have a psychological burden. According to your thoughts, I believe that with your talent, sooner or later, Muyi Studio will be carried forward." Lin Yu patted her on the shoulder, and there was a kind of self-confidence that no one could match in his words Show it.

This was what Song Weiwei lacked before.

The two chatted for a while, and Song Weiwei was not as depressed as before. She said, "Senior Sister, have you decided on your entry yet?"

Lin Yu shook his head with a smile, "No, we don't know what problems the competition will have now, and it's useless to think about it in advance, but I have read a lot of fashion magazines recently and fancy a lot of clothes. Go shopping."

Song Weiwei looked at the improved cheongsam on her body, and felt that she still looked better in a cheongsam, but obviously she couldn't be a disappointment, "Okay."

Lin Yu stared at her for a while, until she felt hairy for no reason, Lin Yu raised his hand and rubbed her cheek, "Junior Sister Song, why are you so dumb?"

It was the first time Song Weiwei was rubbed in the face by the same sex like this, and she was stunned for a moment, and then felt that Lin Yu was a little too intimate with her hands and feet, and she couldn't tell what it felt like, but it was weird.

Before she could figure out why she felt weird, Li Baihan had already stood beside her, wrapped her arms around her waist, and pulled her to the side, out of Lin Yu's clutches.

Lin Yu was obviously very unhappy, he raised his eyes and glared at Li Baihan, the two looked at each other, an unspeakable atmosphere swelled in the air.

Li Bai said coldly: "Miss Lin, Song Song's skin is fragile."

Lin Yu looked at his hand, his eyes flickered, and then he said calmly, "Our seniors and sisters are playing around, and we don't really use force. Junior sister Song doesn't feel any pain, does she?"

Song Weiwei didn't feel any pain, but felt something was wrong.

It's not that her brother hasn't rubbed her face like this, and even Mother Song sometimes pinches her face, which doesn't make her feel awkward, but Lin Yu's slap just now made her goosebumps.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Li Baihan narrowed his eyes, and looked at Lin Yu less friendly, and he couldn't explain why he was hostile to Lin Yu, "Song Song, there are guests downstairs, let's go down."

Song Weiwei had already adjusted her mood, so she nodded, "Senior Sister, let's go downstairs."

"Okay." Lin Yu said easily, and the three of them walked downstairs together. Lin Yu said: "Little Junior Sister, there are only three people going to compete abroad this time. We will live next door, so we can take care of us."

Song Weiwei said, "Okay."

In the past, international sculpture competitions were also held. Song Weiwei has read related reports. The contestants each live in a room filled with cameras. After the competition proposes a question, the communication will be cut off to prevent the contestants from communicating with each other.

Lin Yu wanted to live next door to her, but she had no objection.

Li Baihan pursed his thin lips tightly, and subconsciously glanced at Lin Yu. At this moment, they happened to be walking into the backlight.

It was as strange as when she pinched Song Song's face just now.

As the game time approached, Song Weiwei prepared her documents, spent another day with Song Chenchen, packed her luggage, and prepared to leave for the United States the next day.

Before going to bed, she received a call from Li Baihan. The man's voice was low, as if soaked in the night, "Song Song, I'm outside your house."

Song Weiwei glanced at her watch subconsciously, "You..."

"I want to see you." Li Baihan interrupted her in a low voice, the longing in his voice would penetrate the electric current and enter her heart.

Song Weiwei stood up and walked slowly to the French windows. Through the shadowy night, she saw the man standing outside the gate leaning against a tree.

The man stood bone-shaved and stood under the street lamp, looking a little lonely.

She pursed her lips, "I'll go down right away."

She hung up the phone, went to find a coat to put on, and then went downstairs, just in time to meet Song Yuheng who stepped into the house in a hurry.

Song Yuheng glanced at her, "Going out?"

Song Weiwei nodded, "Well, brother, why are you back today?"

Song Yuheng's lips moved, and he reached out to touch the top of her hair, "It's okay, I'm just on vacation, come back and have a look, wear thicker clothes, it's a bit cold outside."

He came back to accompany her on purpose today, knowing that she was going to the airport early tomorrow morning, but who knew that she already had an appointment, and his sister was so sought after, what should he do?
"Well, my clothes are thick, brother, your dark circles are so heavy, go to bed early tonight."

Song Yuheng nodded, "Okay."

Song Weiwei went to the entrance to change her shoes, and walked out the door quickly. Song Yuheng watched her disappear before closing the door. Turning around, she saw Song Yuanzhuo standing on the second floor.

The two brothers looked at each other, and Song Yuanzhuo said, "Brother, why don't we form a group to beat Li Da up?"

Both of them rushed back today, originally they wanted to accompany Song Weiwei, and take her to the airport tomorrow morning, but with Li Baihan around, how could they get these things?

Song Yuheng took off his coat and put it on his wrist, "I want to go with you, my hands are more precious."

"Yes, that's the hand that opened the ladle." Song Yuanzhuo instantly transformed into a hermaphrodite.

Song Yuheng: "..."

Song Weiwei walked out of the Song residence, and saw the man who was about to melt into the night at a glance. He was wearing a black suit, his tie was pulled loose, half hanging around his neck, and he was inexplicably decadently sexy.

She slowly walked to his side, without saying a word, she said that she was dragged into his arms, her slightly parted lips were held by him, and a wanton and plundering kiss caught her off guard.

After spending a long while together, Song Weiwei felt her lips were hot and swollen, so she pushed him away a little, panting with her head tilted aside, "What are you doing?"

The voice was soft and lacking momentum, making people feel like she was acting like a baby.

Li Baihan stroked her red and swollen lips with his fingers, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Go to my house, huh?"

The hint in the tone was strong, Song Weiwei dodged his hand, "I'm going to the airport early tomorrow morning, and I won't be in time."

Li Baihan said, "I'll take you there."

Song Weiwei pursed her lower lip. Her aunt had just finished her aunt, and logically she hadn't ovulated yet. She went to Li Baihan's house now, and what she did was useless.

But the doctor also said that the safety period is not absolutely safe. She had already miscalculated last time, and she cannot repeat the same mistakes this time.

She struggled for half a second, "What you said, if I miss the flight..."

"I'll take you there personally." Li Baihan cut off the second half of her sentence, and Song Weiwei was stunned, "It's not necessary, anyway, you can't let me miss the flight."