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

Many relationships in the world end without a cause, all because one person wants to leave, and one person is unwilling to chase after, so naturally it is inevitable to become a tragedy.

Song Weiwei left angrily, but the man's muffled cough kept ringing in her ears, each sound more urgent than the sound, she paused, and looked viciously at the top of the tall building.

"Cough to death, forget it."

Having said that, she didn't leave it alone, but went to the fruit shop to buy a pound of pears, found a nearby hotel, threw the pears to the waiter, and asked them to cook a cup of pear lily soup, which she wanted to take away.

In this world, there is no problem that money cannot solve. If there is any problem, it is that you are not giving enough.

The waiter pushed back and forth at first, Song Weiwei handed over the black card, and the other party immediately carried Sydney to the back kitchen. Half an hour later, a cup of Sydney Lily Soup was delivered to her, with a delicate spoon.

Song Weiwei swiped her card and left with the soup.

Back downstairs in the office building, Song Weiwei was still unwilling. She was either awkward, or felt that she was unnecessary.

Who can't stew pear lily soup?

Xie Lingyu was by his side, so she must have taken good care of him. What she was doing here to be courteous for no reason made people feel that she had malicious intentions.

She was hesitating, when Zhou Zheng's voice came from beside her, "Secretary Song, are you here to see President Li? Just right, I'm going upstairs too, let's go together."

The retreat in Song Weiwei's heart was disturbed by the sudden appearance of Zhou Zheng. She looked at Zhou Zheng, and Zhou Zheng smiled at her.

Zhou Zheng squinted his eyes and saw the food box in Song Weiwei's hand. He shrugged his nose, "President Li is really happy, and someone delivered dinner."

Song Weiwei hid her hands behind her back, feeling that she couldn't hold back her face.

Zhou Zheng didn't seem to see her embarrassment, he said: "Mr. Li came back two days ago, he seemed to have been greatly stimulated, he had a fever in the middle of the night, and it dragged on until the next day when we came to the door, and finally persuaded him to go to the hospital. We were also scolded bloody by the doctor."

Song Weiwei was puzzled, most adults with a fever would not reprimand their escorts, could it be that because Li Baihan himself is relatively strong, the doctor didn't dare to reprimand him, so he scolded Zhou Zheng and the others?
It is possible.

It's just that she still finds it weird, and she can't say exactly what's weird.

"Does President Li often have a fever?" Song Weiwei asked casually.

Zhou Zheng spoke quickly, "No, it's just that fever is more dangerous, so we pay extra attention. Fortunately, it's just a cold and fever this time."

Song Weiwei raised her eyes and stared at him, "Apart from a cold and fever, how else can I have a fever?"

Zhou Zheng: "..."

He almost slipped his tongue. Thinking of what Li Baihan had told them before, he said angrily, "It's nothing, the elevator is here, Secretary Song."

Song Weiwei heard a "ding", and the double doors of the elevator slowly opened. She clenched her right hand tightly, thinking that she had already come here, and she couldn't turn around and leave.

She went out with the food box, and this time she knew the way very well. As soon as she got outside the CEO's office, she smelled a strong and pungent smell of smoke.

In addition to the smell of smoke, there was also a hoarse coughing sound from inside the door. Just listening to it, one felt that the person inside the door would have to cough up their heart, liver and lungs before giving up.

Song Weiwei felt uncomfortable when she heard that, she opened the door and went in, the spacious office was filled with smoke, she felt that she had stepped into a fairyland for a moment, if the smell of smoke was not choking.

She walked a few steps, and saw a figure by the window in a cloud of smoke. The man was sitting on the floor with a cigarette between his fingertips, coughing and smoking almost masochistically.

Song Weiwei's forehead twitched when she saw it, as long as this person doesn't die, he can kill him for 1000 years.

She walked over in three steps at a time, leaned over and smoked the half-smoked cigarette at his fingertips, and regardless of whether it would leave smoke marks on the wall, she poked it hard and extinguished the cigarette end.

"Li Baihan, do you know that you have a cold? Don't you think you won't die if you don't die!" Song Weiwei was so angry that her chest rose and fell, and her voice was mixed with anger and heartache.

"You're back?" Before Li Baihan finished speaking, he covered his mouth and coughed, laughing while coughing, "I knew you would be reluctant..."

Song Weiwei gritted her teeth and stared at him, but if she could do anything now, she wanted to beat him hard, how could there be such a deadly person?

Song Weiwei stared, her face suddenly changed drastically, she saw Li Baihan's open palm was bloodshot, she squatted down suddenly, grabbed his hand, her face was extremely ugly, "What's going on?"

Li Baihan's throat was full of fishy sweetness, his mouth was full of bloody smell, his expression was normal, "I coughed it up."

"I know it's coughed up, isn't it the common cold? How can you cough up blood?" Song Weiwei read a lot of novels when she was young, especially many TV series where the heroine was terminally ill. When she saw him coughing up blood, her brain There is a bad association in it.

Seeing her turn pale with fright, Li Baihan didn't know what she was thinking of, so he said, "I have a sore throat, it's okay, don't be afraid, I won't die."

Song Weiwei gritted her teeth, her cheeks puffed up, she threw away his hand, and leaned over to hold his ribs, "Get up, sit on the sofa, I'll call the family doctor to come and see."

The two were in close physical contact, Li Baihan leaned against her neck, smelled the faint fragrance of her body, he closed his eyes, it didn't feel bad to make her so nervous about him even if he died.

Song Weiwei couldn't get Li Baihan up from the ground with all her strength, she was so tired that she couldn't help but said, "Put in a little bit, too."

Li Baihan smiled sullenly.

Song Weiwei: "Smile fart!"

Who is responsible for her being in such a mess? She still has the face to smile!
The smile on Li Baihanjun's face deepened, he looked down at her porcelain-white side neck, his veins were bulging due to the exertion, he stood up with one hand on the ground and the other on the wall.

Song Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, and helped him to sit down beside the sofa. Afraid that he would be uncomfortable, she took two pillows and put them behind him.

"I'll get you a glass of water." Song Weiwei turned around to get the water glass, and quickly returned with a glass of water. Li Baihan had already wiped away the blood on his palm.

Seeing her handing over the water glass, he didn't intend to take it, and raised his head slightly, motioning for her to feed it.

Song Weiwei pursed her lips, her eyes fell on his bright red lips, where there was still a trace of blood, she had lingering fear, so she bent down and handed the water glass to his lips.

The man drank a few sips of water from the water glass, but his gaze kept lingering on her face, which made Song Weiwei's cheeks heat up.

After feeding him a few sips of water to moisten his throat, she put down the water glass and turned to get the remote control panel of the air purifier to purify the air.

When she came back again, she was holding the food box she had brought in just now.

She sat down next to the man, opened the bag, took out a small delicate cup from it, lifted the lid, and the scent of Sydney came out.

She picked up the spoon and brought the soft stewed Sydney to his mouth, "Sydney cleans the lungs, try it, it should taste good."

After all, she spent a lot of money to get it.

Li Baihan stared at her, "Even if you feed me poison, I will be happy with it."

Song Weiwei stared for a moment, but she didn't buy his sweet words, she said: "If I really feed you poison, you will die, don't say anything stupid like sweetheart."

"Then will you feed me poison?" Li Baihan looked at her with burning eyes, not letting go of any expression on her face.

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes and cut the pear into pieces with a spoon. Just when Li Baihan thought she would not answer, she said: "I thought about it when I woke up, but I didn't think about it again after that."

Li Baihan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that when she just woke up, she meant that when she woke up in a vegetative state, his voice suddenly became hoarse, "Song Song?"

Song Weiwei raised her head and looked straight at him without avoiding it, "We all know it well, and we also know that we are forcing each other. Seven years ago I was forcing, and seven years later you are forcing."

"Vivi, I..." Li Baihan was trembling all over, he didn't expect that one day she would be the first to pierce the window paper, she no longer concealed it, did she already make a decision?

"Li Baihan, I can't forgive you for what happened seven years ago." Song Weiwei interrupted him, but her tone was calmer than she expected, "No matter what your reasons for doing that, I will never forgive you."

The hope that had just been ignited in Li Baihan's heart disappeared in an instant, he was like a person who stumbled and fell, his whole body was falling, as if he was about to fall into an endless abyss.

He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, Weiwei, I..."

He closed his eyes, his voice trembling, "I did something wrong at the beginning, I will not defend myself, and I dare not ask you to forgive me."

He admitted it, and after seven years, he finally admitted that he and Miao Yiren teamed up to harm her back then. She thought she didn't care, but her heart seemed to be cut by life, and she arched her back slightly in pain .

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, her hands trembled violently, she put the cup back on the tea table, and tried to calm herself down, "You should know why I appeared in front of you, Chenchen is your son, I gave birth with my life , I think you are too embarrassed to rob me of his custody rights, as for his illness, there is no other way except cord blood, so even if you feel disgusted with me, please cooperate."

"Weiwei, I didn't..." He couldn't say the word disgusting.

Song Weiwei stood up and staggered towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. She needed to slow down, otherwise she was afraid that she would lose her mind and ask him why.

Li Baihan followed her closely, "Weiwei, it was my fault at the beginning, I shouldn't have let you leave me in that way."

"I've already forgotten." Song Weiwei said.

But there was a voice in her heart that refuted her, lying, you obviously haven't forgotten, you remember clearly!So much so that it has not been relieved until now.

Li Baihan stood up and walked over quickly, he wanted to hug her, but he raised his arms but couldn't hug her into his arms, he said in a hoarse voice: "Vivi, I can't make up for the past, in the future... "

"There is no future." Song Weiwei clenched her hands and said in a firm tone, "Li Baihan, there is no future between us. The doctor said it was difficult for me to conceive. I tried everything during this period, but I still couldn't conceive. Now only the last one is left. One way."

Li Baihan could hardly keep up with her jumping train of thought, they were still talking about what happened seven years ago, why did they suddenly mention the difficulty of getting pregnant.

Is it...

"That's right, a test-tube baby." Song Weiwei looked back at him, as if seeing the doubt in his eyes, and happily explained it to him.

Like pouring a bucket of ice water over his head, Li Baihan stared at her blankly, and all the things he hadn't figured out suddenly became clear.

She suddenly stopped hiding, not because she wanted to put aside the past and start over with him, but because of this final blow.

test tube baby?

She doesn't even want to sleep with him now, she just wants to make a quick decision and reduce contact with him.

His heart aches unbearably, he has been unwilling to pierce the layer of window paper, and wants to keep fooling around until she is willing to speak up.

But he never expected that when she was willing to take the initiative to pierce this layer of window paper, what she thought was a complete end, not a new start.

He was wrong from the beginning.

The man's face quickly paled at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a strong sickness, "Wei Wei, I..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and he suddenly coughed muffledly. Every time he coughed, his throat felt like it was being cut by a knife.

Outside the door, Zhou Zheng heard his boss coughing, and hurriedly opened the door, searching eagerly, and then saw two people standing by the French window, the atmosphere was very subtle.

He hesitated for a moment, but he still spoke, "Mr. Li, the family doctor of the Song family has arrived."

The family doctor is not confused, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking gentle and polite, he walked in with a medicine box on his back, nodded to Song Weiwei before looking at Li Baihan, "President Li, come and sit here."

With outsiders around, the conflict between the two could only be temporarily put aside. Song Weiwei helped the coughing man to the sofa.

Li Baihan coughed, his eyes glanced over from the end of his eyes, seeing Song Weiwei's indifferent expression, his heart ached unbearably, and he coughed even harder.

Song Weiwei helped him sit down, and briefly explained his condition to the family doctor. The family doctor pondered for a moment, took out a stethoscope and pressed it on Li Baihan's chest.

Li Baihan was coughing all the time, his face turned pale, but his lips were strangely red, and he looked very startled.

Song Weiwei stood by and saw him trembling from coughing. She turned away, suppressed the unbearable feeling in her heart, and counted her breaths.

She admitted that she deliberately pulled the trigger, first piercing the window paper, and then mentioning the test-tube baby, because she obviously felt that her heart was shaking.

From the moment she went and returned, she knew that she couldn't escape.

She still loves him hopelessly, even if she rejects him in her heart, but everything she does is against her, she is afraid that she will turn back to that humble Song Weiwei.

The gentle voice of the family doctor sounded, "Open your mouth, let me see."

Li Baihan's breathing was a little short due to coughing, he opened his mouth, and the family doctor looked at his throat with a flashlight.

He frowned, "The tonsils are inflamed and have ulcers. Recently, don't smoke, drink, or eat irritating food. Try to keep it."

"Then he's coughing up blood..." Song Weiwei turned her head and asked in a low voice.

The family doctor took a look at her, "It's caused by a throat ulcer, there is no major problem. I just listened to it, and there is nothing wrong with the lungs. If you eat lightly, you will be fine."

Song Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, and raised her eyes to look at Zhou Zheng, "Zhou Tezhu, keep an eye on your boss. If he touches cigarettes or drinks, call me. I'll come over and stare at him personally."