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

Song Weiwei came out of the bathroom, with short shoulder-length hair wrapped in a dry hair cap, revealing a thin and sharp face. The steaming heat gave her cheeks two blobs of healthy blush.

Song Chenchen was lying on her bed, his two little feet dangling. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head, "Mum, can I sleep here tonight?"

The little guy was wearing a set of orange elk pajamas, with two horns on the hat, which Li Baihan picked out for him when he was in America, the little guy couldn't put it down, he had been wearing it for half a month, and Aunt Rong wouldn't let him wash it.

Song Weiwei stood by the bed, leaned over and sniffed slightly, "Well, everyone's children are sore."

Song Chenchen sat up quickly, raised her arm and sniffed left and right, absolutely not admitting that she was sore, "I'm not sore, Mommy is bad."

"Chenchen, if you wear this pajamas for another two days, it can be used as pickles." Song Weiwei grabbed the elk antlers, "Take it off and let Grandma Rong wash it, okay?"

"But I like this set of pajamas." Song Chenchen said reluctantly.

"Shall we wear it after washing it?" Song Weiwei tried to reason with him, but saw the little guy covering his ears and refusing to obey, "No, I will wear it."

Song Weiwei spread her hands and said with regret, "Then Chenchen can only go back to sleep on her own bed."

Song Chenchen sat on the bed, clutching at her clothes, in a dilemma, "Mommy..."

Song Weiwei put her hand on his head and rubbed it lightly, "It's not okay to be cute, either change out of your pajamas and sleep here, or go back to your own room to sleep."

Song Chenchen couldn't bear it on both sides, his eyes were flushed because of his entanglement, and in the end he still wanted to sleep with Mommy and defeated him. He slowly got out of bed and went back to his room to change into his pajamas.

Song Weiwei smiled, picked up the cell phone next to her pillow, and saw a message notification on WeChat, she clicked on it, besides Shen Qingyuan who sent her a message, there was also Xie Lingyu.

Xie Lingyu's profile picture shows her wearing a smoky pink suspender dress, revealing her delicate collarbone, smiling happily at the camera, and she can be recognized at a glance.

She frowned, clicked on the dialog box, and the company's WeChat settings automatically add friends, so she didn't need to go through the application.There are four or five voices lying quietly in the dialog box.

She squinted her eyes. Xie Lingyu's voice was probably from a bad person. She didn't want to disturb herself, so she threw the phone beside the bed.

In the end, I don't know if my fingers accidentally touched the play button, and a man's slightly drunk voice came from the phone.

"I used to follow me like a little tail. My husband shouted long and short, which made people fall in love with her, but now he treats me like ice."

"Seven years, I haven't forgotten her for a second."

"When I heard the news of her death, I wished I could go with her."

"I like her so much, but she hates me to death. No, maybe she doesn't even hate me."

After Song Weiwei listened to the recording, she stood by the bed in a daze, until her legs were embraced by a entangled force, and she came back to her senses, and she lowered her head to meet Song Chenchen's bright eyes.

"Mommy, are you sad?"

Song Weiwei blinked her eyes, forcing back the sourness in her eyes. She bent down and picked up Song Chenchen, and put him on the bed, "Chenchen smells so good after changing clothes, go to sleep."

Song Chenchen rolled twice in the quilt, very happy, "Mummy, tell me a bedtime story, I want to hear the ugly duckling."

Song Weiwei picked up the picture book on the bedside table, sat next to Song Chenchen, and whispered a story.

After a long time, her arm sank, she turned her head and saw Song Chenchen fell asleep leaning on her arm, she closed the book and helped him lie down on his back.

The little guy grunted twice, rubbed himself on the pillow, and fell into a deeper sleep.

Song Weiwei raised her hand and stroked the hair on his forehead to one side, revealing a smooth forehead.Children's hair grows fast. The last time they shaved their heads, they have bangs in just a few months.

Looking at his face, she wondered if Song Chenchen looked more and more like Li Baihan because she had been with Li Baihan for a long time recently.

Thinking of this, she thought of the voice just now. Xie Lingyu probably wanted to sow discord when she sent this voice to her, but she never figured it out, she was Song Weiwei herself.

She picked up the phone to unlock it, and then blacklisted Xie Lingyu's WeChat.

After Xie Lingyu sent the voice, she waited for a long time without waiting for Song Weiyi's reply. She became furious and typed with her fingers on the keyboard.

"Secretary Song, you heard me. Mr. Li loves his wife very much. He and you are just flirting. If I were you, I would leave him wisely."

After she entered this paragraph, she clicked send, and then the system prompted her, sorry, you are not the friend of the other party, so you cannot send messages to the other party.

A red exclamation point almost pissed her off.

Song Weiyi dared to block her? ! !

She is a shrinking turtle, knowing that Li Baihan always only has his wife in her heart, she doesn't even dare to talk to her, thinking that she can be buried in the sand, pretending not to know anything, and continue to pester Li Baihan shamelessly?
She is dreaming!
Xie Lingyu was outraged. She always believed that Song's only avoidance was a guilty conscience. Since she was hiding in Jiangcheng, she should apply to go to Jiangcheng.

The next day, Xie Lingyu submitted an application to the department to go to the Jiangcheng branch. It happened that the Jiangcheng branch was about to open and there was a severe shortage of people there. The department manager approved her application.

The next day, Xie Lingyu packed her luggage and boarded the flight to Jiangcheng. She firmly believed that as long as Song Weiyi was solved, Li Baihan would belong to her.

*
It was rare for Li Baihan to go back to the North City. After waking up, he went straight back to Li's house. Li's mother was about to have afternoon tea with the rich and wealthy wives. When the eldest son came back, he could smell the alcohol from far away.

She frowned, "Bo Han, why do you drink like this?"

The hangover man was physically and mentally irritable. Seeing his mother dressed up beautifully and looking ready to go out, he didn't want to lose his fucking pleasure, so he endured his discomfort and said, "He Tingshuang had an extra drink, it's fine."

"You are not in good health. The doctor advises you not to smoke or drink. Don't take it to heart." Li's mother muttered beside him.

Li Baihan nodded, "I get it, Mom, you are going out, hurry up."

When Li's mother saw him, she knew that he was preoccupied, so she followed up the stairs, "Bai Han, I heard that you have moved the company's development focus to Jiangcheng. How are you and Song Weiyi doing recently?"

"It's still the same." Li Baihan said.

When Li's mother heard that she was still the same, she didn't get angry, "You have been running around for so long, why are you still the same, then when will you bring my grandson back?"

Li Baihan's footsteps stopped, and Li's mother almost stopped and bumped into his back. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Whenever I coax my daughter-in-law back, I will bring your grandson back."

After finishing speaking, he went upstairs in three steps in parallel.

Li's mother stood where she was, and shouted at his back: "Li Baihan, are you able to do it? If not, I will go to Jiangcheng to beg her in person."

Li Baihan's back who had disappeared in the stairwell quickly flashed back, he looked at Li's mother seriously, "Mom, don't meddle in my own affairs, if you have too much free time, just take care of my little sister."

"What does it mean to be too idle?" Li's mother yelled before remembering something, "No, Minglan has some kind of demon moth again, none of you three brothers and sisters makes people worry."

*
Jiangcheng.

Song's mother left early in the morning, and there was no one at home to send Song Chenchen to school, so the task fell to Song Weiwei. The kindergarten was not far from Song's house, and the mother and son walked there.

"Mum, last time grandma picked me up, we were followed." Song Chenchen rarely went to school with Song Weiwei, and when he was happy, he forgot what Song's mother told him.

Song Weiwei frowned, "Following?"

Song Chenchen realized that he had slipped up. He covered his mouth and looked at Song Weiwei cautiously, "Mummy, grandma won't let me tell you, lest you worry."

Song Weiwei knelt down and looked at Song Chenchen with a serious expression, "Chenchen, tell me what's going on, did they hurt you?"

Song Chenchen shook her head like a rattle, "No, it was just that one time. Later, I quietly noticed, and no one followed us."

Song Weiwei was a little relieved, firstly, she believed in the security of the villa area, and secondly, it was Li Baihan who picked up Song Chenchen from school recently.

But regarding the matter of following, she still wanted to tell Li Baihan later, in case the villain really came to step on the spot, they should be more vigilant in advance, so as not to give the villain a chance to take advantage of it.

Seeing that Song Chenchen was a little frightened, Song Weiwei eased her expression, "Let's go, and tell Mommy as soon as possible in the future, you know?"

"I know." Song Chenchen replied crisply.

Song Weiwei rubbed his head, "Your hair has grown, and Mommy will take you to cut it on the weekend."

"Ah."

Song Weiwei sent Song Chenchen to the entrance of the kindergarten. Mr. Li was watering the flowers in the garden. When he saw the mother and son approaching from a distance, he quickly hid.

Song Weiwei handed Song Chenchen to the teacher, and the teacher smiled, "Chenchen's mother came to see off the child today, no wonder Chenchen is so happy."

Song Weiwei nodded to the teacher, "Mr. Chen, you have worked hard."

"Mother Chenchen is polite. Chenchen, say goodbye to mother. We are going upstairs." Teacher Chen has a round face and dimples when she smiles. She looks very kind.

Song Chenchen waved to Song Weiwei, "Bye bye, Mommy."

"Listen to the teacher carefully." Song Weiwei also waved at him, and when she turned around, she caught a glimpse of a figure approaching from the garden.

She looked intently, but didn't see anything. She wondered, could it be that she was overly sensitive after hearing Song Chenchen and the others being followed?

She shook her head and turned to leave.

Old Man Li hid behind the green belt, and it took a long time before he poked his head out quietly. Seeing that there was no one on the playground, he let out a heavy breath.

It's a good thing Song Weiwei didn't find him, otherwise it wouldn't be clear why he was here.

Speaking of which, it's not Li Baihan's fault that he hides and hides like this. He obviously went to the United States with him, but he still hasn't taken him down, which makes him anxious to get angry.

Thinking of this, Mr. Li took out his mobile phone and called Li Baihan, "Bohan, you can accompany me to Muyi's studio this afternoon."

Li Baihan was at the airport. The hangover made him feel depressed, and his whole body was covered with low air pressure. "Grandpa, what are you doing in Muyi's studio?"

"I'm going to see Weiwei. That child has suffered so much. If I only want to make my great-grandson recognize his ancestors, I would be too heartless." Old Man Li said.

Li Baihan sat up straight, changed his slump just now, "Grandpa, why don't you get meddled? The situation is complicated enough now, you all want to get meddled, do you think she didn't go far enough?"

Old Man Li said angrily, "What bastard words are you talking about, can we still harm you?"

Li Baihan gritted his teeth, "Grandpa, don't meddle in this matter. There is still a misunderstanding between me and her. When we get back together, I will definitely take her and Chenchen back home."

"Bo Han, when did you become so indecisive? Was it so hard to tell about what happened back then? You haven't confessed to Weiwei yet?" Old Man Li really didn't understand why Li Baihan kept it a secret.

Li Baihan closed his eyes, "It's not hard to say, grandpa, if she lived well after leaving me, I would have said so long ago, but now, I can't open my mouth, I drove her away when I was sick, and now I am sick again To make her forgive me and get back together with me, I can't do this kind of thing."

Mr. Li was silent for a long while, and he sighed, "You can't live without doing your own crimes. If you don't tell me, what will you do if she doesn't forgive you for the rest of her life?"

"Then I will guard her for the rest of my life until she forgives me and reunites with me." Li Baihan said.

Old Man Li was very angry, "You have a lifetime to wait, but I don't have it, Bo Han, I'll give you another three months, if you can't make her change her mind, I'll do it myself."

These days, he is working as a gardener in the kindergarten. Looking at Song Chenchen up close, this child is very pleasing both in appearance and personality.

Song Weiwei raised him very well, he was lively, cheerful and educated.

But the more this was the case, the more he felt sorry for what the child had suffered all these years.At the beginning, he insisted on letting Li Baihan marry her, but later Li Baihan wanted to divorce her, but he didn't stop him.

He thought he was letting the child go free, but he didn't expect to push her to a dead end. Now that he thought about it, he didn't have the face to stand in front of her and call her Weiwei again.

After hanging up the phone, Li Baihan's head hurt even more, let alone three months, even if he was given another three years, he might not be able to enter Song Weiwei's heart again.

She doesn't love him anymore.

*
Song Weiwei rushed to the coffee shop after seeing off the children. The elegant melody of the piano echoed in the coffee shop, and she walked quickly to the window seat.

Seeing her approaching, Xu Jiahui stood up to greet her, "Junior Sister Song, long time no see."

Song Weiwei nodded lightly, and sat down opposite her. When the waiter came over, she ordered a glass of boiled water, and asked Xu Jiahui straight to the point: "What do you want from me?"

Xu Jiahui originally wanted to catch up with her, but seeing her attitude, the smile on her face froze, but she quickly covered it up. She pushed a beautifully wrapped cardboard box on the table in front of Song Weiwei, "I'm still I didn't have time to congratulate you on winning the international sculpture competition, this is a small object carved by me, please don't dislike it."

Song Weiwei glanced at the cardboard box and said, "Thank you, but you won't be rewarded for nothing, Senior Sister Xu should take it back."

Xu Jiahui's complexion changed slightly, she looked a little pitiful, "Junior Sister Song, I know I'm not famous, and the things I carved are not worth much, so you should dislike them."

Song Weiwei frowned when she heard the bitch's words, "You know I didn't mean that, Senior Sister Xu should explain why."

Xu Jiahui saw that she refused to accept her stubbornness, her heart was boiling with anger, but she still pretended to be nonchalant, she looked around and deliberately lowered her voice, "Actually, I asked you to meet today because I wanted to tell you that you were targeted by your peers. "