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

Silence spread in the living room, Mr. Li seemed to have noticed something, he didn't force it, but said kindly: "Think about it."

In fact, his attitude towards her is the same as it was seven years ago. If Song Weiwei pays more attention, he will find that Mr. Li knows about it.

It's just that she was upset at the moment and didn't think about it any more.

On the second floor, a man in home clothes stood in a corner of his sight. After listening to the conversation downstairs, his eyelashes drooped to cover up the gloomy emotions in his eyes.

His throat was so itchy that he suffocated and didn't cough out a sound. After the conversation was over, he walked back to the room quickly, leaning against the door and coughing upside down.

A wave of despair almost overwhelmed him, his eyes were scarlet from coughing, and his eyes were bloodshot, making his expression look a little more sinister.

in case……

If he can't save her, then he can only imprison her by his side, even if they will torture each other every day in the future.

It was better than that, she completely withdrew from his life.

Downstairs, Song Weiwei's eyelids suddenly twitched a few times. She rubbed her eyes, and heard Old Man Li say, "I saw you participated in the live broadcast of the International Sculpture Competition, Song Song, you have won honor for our country."

In the 5000 years of Chinese culture, there are great talents in every field. Only the field of sculpture is so depressed. In the past, those great talents held their own identities and disdained to participate in such competitions, feeling that they were demeaning.

Few people participated in the competition, so naturally they couldn't win decent awards. After each carving competition, the foreign media criticized them as if they had nothing to do.

It is said that there are more than one billion of them, but none of them can get the award back.

On the eve of the International Sculpture Contest, some unscrupulous media also dug up the things they didn't win before, and asked them if they could take home a trophy this time.

Song Weiwei won the championship, slapped the unscrupulous media in the face, and won glory for the country.

However, the International Sculpture Competition is a small audience after all, and not many people know about it. Most of the audience who watched the live broadcast at that time also went for the novelty.

In fact, very few people know about it, and very few people are interested.

Intangible cultural heritages like fire trees and silver flowers are becoming rarer and rarer nowadays, but they were common in palace feasts in the past.

Song Weiwei shook her head, "Grandpa Li, what you said is serious, I just did what I should do."

"No matter what, you won back the honor for us. Back then, the snuff bottle you gave me was carved very smartly, so I knew you had extraordinary skills." Mr. Li's tone was full of satisfaction.

Song Weiwei's cheeks were slightly red, after all, she was not used to being praised like this, she was digging the sofa with her fingers, feeling uncomfortable all over her face.

Mr. Li noticed her little movements and couldn't help being funny, she still hasn't changed, she still likes to pick things when she's embarrassed.

At this moment, Mr. Li really felt that the former Weiwei had returned.

The two chatted for a while, when the doorbell rang suddenly, Ah Zhong came out of the kitchen, walked quickly to the door, and pressed the intercom.

A child carved in powder and jade appeared on the walkie-talkie. He was just trying it out. When he heard the walkie-talkie was connected, his eyes sparkled, "Shu Shu, are you there? Can I come in and see you?"

The soft and waxy child's voice sounded in the deserted living room. Old Man Li's expression tightened, and he, who had always been calm, suddenly panicked.

His little grandson is here, but he can't let him see him.

Song Weiwei didn't notice Mr. Li's reaction, she stood up, walked towards the entrance, and heard Ah Zhong say: "The eldest young master is at home, I'll open the door for you, come in slowly."

"Yeah!" The child in the video smiled so hard that his eyes were narrowed, watching it made people feel very good.

When Song Weiwei walked to the porch, she saw Ah Zhong open the door with a "click" and went out to pick up someone. Song Weiwei followed suit. From a distance, she saw Song Chenchen bouncing in.

He didn't follow anyone behind him, so he obviously ran out. Fortunately, the villa area is very safe, and the Song residence is not far from here. Otherwise, what if something happened to him when he sneaked out like this?
Song Chenchen was jumping happily, and suddenly saw Song Weiwei standing in front of the Roman pillar, he stopped abruptly, turned around and was about to run.

Song Weiwei's tone was cool, "Song Chenchen, I've already seen you."

Song Chenchen's face was downcast, and even the tiger backpack on his back could feel his low mood, and he looked sluggish.

He drooped his head, "Mum, I didn't come alone, I was sent by Grandpa Xu."

Song Weiwei gritted her teeth. Seeing that he still had a sense of crisis, Song Weiwei stopped preaching and waved to him, "Come in."

Song Chenchen's eyes lit up instantly, "Mum, don't be angry, hehe!"

He trotted over and saw Ah Zhong, he was full of doubts, "Grandpa, have I met you somewhere?"

Ah Zhong went to pick up the old man every day, and he had seen them dance a few times outside the kindergarten, but he didn't expect Song Chenchen to have such a good memory.

Seeing Song Weiwei's suspicious look, he quickly said: "I have a popular face, and everyone looks familiar to me."

Song Chenchen smiled and showed a row of white teeth, "No wonder, Mommy, is Shu Shu back? Why hasn't he visited me recently?"

Song Weiwei took his hand and walked into the villa, "Uncle is busy with work."

"Oh." Song Chenchen replied in dismay, and the three of them entered the entrance. Song Chenchen opened the shoe cabinet, took out his own slippers to put on, and ran into the living room.

The living room was empty, and Mr. Li had disappeared. Song Weiwei looked around suspiciously, but she didn't see Mr. Li, but she saw Li Baihan coming down the stairs.

He put on a mask, and when Song Chenchen saw him, he jumped over happily, and was hugged by Li Baihan who stepped down the last step.

The little guy's cheeks were flushed with excitement, "Shushu, are you sick? Why are you wearing a mask?"

Holding his son in his arms, Li Baihan felt his empty heart warm up, "Well, I have a cold, I'm afraid I'll infect you."

Song Chenchen squinted her eyes and smiled, "I'm in good health, and I'm not afraid of infection."

"Yeah." Li Baihan responded, and looked up at Song Weiwei, "Grandpa feels a little tired, so he went upstairs to rest first, he asked me to tell you something."

Song Weiwei quickly asked, "Is he all right?"

Li Baihan shook his head, "It's okay, just rest for a while and you'll be fine."

Song Chenchen blinked her round eyes, "Shu Shu, is that your grandfather? When did he come, can I go and see him?"

Li Baihan thought of the way the old man scurried away in embarrassment just now, a smile flashed across his eyes, "Well, my grandpa, you have to call me grandpa."

"Oh, then I'll go up and see Grandpa." Song Chenchen said as he was about to slide to the ground, but was hugged tightly by Li Baihan, and he said, "Grandpa is resting, let's not disturb him."

"Oh." The child dragged his tone, obviously disappointed, "Then can I take a look at the door, I won't go in and disturb him."

After all, Li Baihan couldn't bear to let him down, so he carried him upstairs.

Song Weiwei chased after him for two steps, "President Li, Grandpa Li is not feeling well, it's better not to let Chenchen disturb him."

"It's okay, just look at the door." Li Baihan said calmly, and went upstairs with Song Chenchen in his arms.

Mr. Li hid in the guest room, leaning against the door, listening to the voices outside, feeling both happy and sad, happy because Song Chenchen was so filial, sad because he couldn't go out to see him.

Hearing that he said he wanted to see him, he quickly walked to the bed, without even taking off his clothes, lifted the quilt and lay down, covering himself tightly.

Not long after, he heard the door being slightly pushed open, but he was afraid that Song Chenchen would see his face, he was lying with his back to the door, otherwise he would have seen Song Chenchen poking his head in. .

Song Chenchen was lying on the door, poking his head in through the crack of the door. He saw the bed was slightly raised. The old man seemed really tired and was not awakened by him.

He looked at it for a while, then said in a low voice: "Grandpa, hello, my name is Song Chenchen, I will come to play with you again when you recover from illness."

When Mr. Li heard his words, he was completely moved. His good grandson knew that he would not pretend to be a gardener. Now he really regrets it.

Song Chenchen quietly closed the door, he looked up at Li Baihan, "Shu Shu, Grandpa is lying there alone, it looks so pitiful."

Li Baihan leaned over to hug him, but the little guy took a step back, shaking his head like a rattle, "I'll walk by myself, you're still sick, so I can walk by myself."

Li Baihan frowned in his heart, "Then I'll hold you by the hand."

He stretched out his hand towards him, Song Chenchen looked at his broad palm, put his hand in it, and was tightly wrapped by Li Baihan, "Let's go, let's go downstairs."

"Shu Shu, can I visit my great-grandfather tomorrow?"

"can."

"Then I want to bring a gift made by myself to my grandfather, but what does my grandfather like?"

"As long as you give it to grandpa, grandpa will like it."

"What if he doesn't like it?"

"No, Grandpa will like Chenchen so sensible and well-behaved."

"Oh……"

The voices of the father and son gradually faded away, Mr. Li pulled down the quilt covering his head, and kicked his legs several times as if sullen.

He wants to play with his sweet grandson!

Song Weiwei stood downstairs admiring the fish. She hadn't come for a few days. There was an extra fish tank in the living room, and there were more than a dozen beautiful goldfish in the fish tank.

Goldfish swim in the water, looking very comfortable.

Hearing the voice, she raised her head, and saw one big and one small coming down the stairs. Li Baihan was still wearing a mask for fear of infecting Song Chenchen.

Song Chenchen was talking about interesting things about the school, and exaggeratedly gesticulating with the other hand. The man looked down at him, listening while paying attention to his feet, so as not to let him step into the air.

Song Chenchen hadn't seen Li Baihan for several days, as if he had endless things to say to him, seeing how happy he was dancing, he could tell how happy he was.

Just dancing for a while, the little guy suddenly said: "Shu Shu, are you in a bad mood today?"

Li Baihan looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"I've teased you for so long, but you still haven't laughed." The naive child pierced Li Baihan's mask with one word, but he didn't know anything about it.

Li Baihan was wearing a mask, clearly only showing a pair of eyes, and his eyes were also smiling, but Song Chenchen still noticed that he was in a bad mood.

He was a little dazed, and when he raised his eyes, he met Song Weiwei who was standing by the fish tank, and the loneliness and depression in his eyes became more serious.

Some people's hearts are as hard as iron!

"I laughed." Li Baihan bent his eyes, and there were lines of laughter at the corners of his eyes, but Song Chenchen still shook his head, "Shu Shu, you look like you are crying when you laugh, it makes me so sad."

Li Baihan was melancholy for a few seconds, raised his hand to cover his son's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Uncle is just a little tired."

"Then I'll help you back to your room and lie down." Song Chenchen pushed his hand away and was about to help him upstairs, but Li Baihan shook his head and refused, "It's time to eat."

Song Chenchen let out an "oh", and was led downstairs by Li Baihan.

The two walked slowly in front of Song Weiwei. Song Weiwei could not turn a blind eye to Li Baihan in front of Song Chenchen. She asked, "How is Grandpa Li?"

"Grandpa fell asleep."

Song Weiwei nodded, not knowing what to say for a while, so she turned her eyes to the fish tank, staring at the goldfish swimming around in a daze.

She looked at the goldfish in a daze, and Li Baihan looked at her in a daze. Song Chenchen stood between the two of them, looking at this and that, always feeling that she was superfluous.

After dinner, Song Weiwei took her son and left. Li Baihan delivered it to the door, but she refused to let him see it off, but Li Baihan insisted, "I'll take you to the intersection ahead."

Song Weiwei wanted to refuse, but was pulled and shaken by her son. Song Chenchen looked up at her with pleading eyes. He thought he would stay here tonight, but Mommy insisted on going back.

He was puzzled.

Obviously a few days ago, their family was doing well, so why did they become unfamiliar again today, and they couldn't even stay overnight.

"Chenchen is obedient, uncle is still sick."

Song Chenchen muttered, "But I don't want to be obedient."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Li Baihan took Song Chenchen's other hand and said, "I'll send it to the intersection. I'll come back when I see you enter Song's house."

Song Weiwei couldn't refuse anymore, so she had to acquiesce.

Song Chenchen was immediately happy. He was led by Li Baihan with one hand, and Song Weiwei's hand was grabbed with the other. He waved it happily, and it seemed to be written all over his forehead, "The whole family must be neat."

Along the way, Li Baihan coughed twice from time to time, which made people flustered. Song Weiwei opened her mouth to speak several times, but was forced to swallow it back by herself.

She has already made it clear to him, so why bother to care about him in a hypocritical manner, which only adds to the troubles?
Song Chenchen was very happy at first, but when he heard Li Baihan coughing from time to time, he became worried again, "Shu Shu, why don't you go back and don't send us off."

How uncomfortable it is to cough like this.

Li Baihan took a breath, and when he met his son's worried gaze, he bent his eyes, "I'm fine, a breath of fresh air can relieve my cough."

Song Chenchen was very distressed, "Then let's walk slowly, grandma said, if you walk too fast, your body will get hot, and if you get hot, you will cough."

"Okay." Li Baihan replied softly, his eyes swept to the hard-hearted woman beside him, he sighed quietly in his heart, she was determined not to give him any hope.