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

Li Baihan waited for a long while before Song Chenchen's answer came. The little guy's tone was tangled, and he seemed very cautious, "Shu Shu, but I hope Mommy will be happy."

Hearing Song Chenchen's words, Li Baihan froze in place.

During this time, Song Chenchen got close to him a lot. He thought that the little guy would stand by him unprincipled, but he didn't expect that there were prerequisites.

It must be that he didn't give the mother and son a sense of security, so neither Song Weiwei nor Song Chenchen could trust him wholeheartedly.

Just when he was in a daze, Song Chenchen's voice came again.

The little guy's tone became more cautious, "Shu Shu, are you angry? I like Shu Shu very much. If Mommy and Shu Shu are together, I will be very happy, but I don't want Mommy to do things that go against her nature for me. matters of the heart, or she would not be happy."

The little guy said a long list in a panic, probably not wanting to wait for a second, and the crying voice came again, "Shu Shu, don't ignore me, I'm scared."

Li Baihan closed his eyes, and hurriedly answered Song Chenchen's voice.

"I'm not angry, Chenchen, don't be afraid." His voice paused, "I'm sorry, Uncle shouldn't have asked you to help inform the news. You are right, we all want Song Song to be happy."

His happiness is related to Song Weiwei, but Song Weiwei's happiness is not necessarily related to him.

*
When Xie Lingyu saw the internal announcement of Bailaimei Group, she almost lost her temper. She didn't expect Li Baihan to do this for Song Weiyi.

"Damn!"

Xie Lingyu cursed in a low voice, she sat up from the bed, and rushed into the bathroom reeking of alcohol, and after a while, she came out of the shower, put on light makeup, and went out cursing.

It was rare for Song Weiwei to go to bed early last night, and today she came to the studio refreshed and refreshed. Xiao Lin was also very happy to see her get rid of yesterday's burnout.

"Boss, did something good happen to you?" Xiao Lin went in with the order form, and when he heard soft music playing in the office, he knew that the boss was in a good mood today.

Song Weiwei said, "Is a good night's sleep a good thing?"

Xiao Lin nodded, "Of course, you don't know how many young people suffer from insomnia. My biggest dream is to eat well and sleep well."

Song Weiwei smiled, "How is Auntie doing recently?"

"The body is recovering well, and the chemotherapy can be stopped in half a month. Speaking of this, I am lucky enough to meet you, the boss."

Song Weiwei was afraid that she would mention the words of saving her life again, so she hurriedly said: "In this case, work hard to make money, and then take aunt to travel around the world."

Xiao Lin drooped his head, "Boss, the requirement of traveling around the world is too high for me. It is enough for me to take my mother to the North City."

"Young people, you must have dreams, otherwise what is the difference from salted fish?" Song Weiwei encouraged her.

Xiao Lin said with a smile: "What's wrong with salted fish, I just want to be a salted fish."

The two were talking, when there was noise from downstairs, Xiao Lin stretched his head to look outside the office, and vaguely heard a woman yelling.

She frowned, "Who was arguing downstairs this early in the morning, boss, I'll go down and have a look."

Song Weiwei heard the voice a bit familiar, followed Xiao Lin out of the office, and heard the noise approaching, and two shop assistants stopped in front of a woman.

"Ma'am, the customers above stop, please go down immediately!"

Xie Lingyu raised his hand and pushed one of the clerks away, and said sharply, "Let Song Weiwei come out to see me, don't try to hide behind others and act like a coward."

The clerk was pushed back, and was supported by Song Weiwei and Xiao Lin who came out to stand firm. She turned her head and saw Song Weiwei, "Boss, I can't stop her."

Song Weiwei looked at the domineering Xie Lingyu, she squinted her eyes, and said to the clerk, "It's okay, you guys go down first."

After all, she winked at Xiao Lin, and Xiao Lin immediately led them downstairs first.

In the corridor, Song Weiwei looked at Xie Lingyu indifferently, "If I were Miss Xie, I would definitely do everything possible to please President Li, instead of wasting time on an insignificant person."

"An insignificant person?" Xie Lingyu sneered, "Song Weiwei, I saw Li Baihan get into your car last night with my own eyes. If you didn't blow him the pillow and let him fire me, who would believe it?"

Song Weiwei thought it was funny, so she really laughed.

Xie Lingyu was baffled by her smile, and was very annoyed, "What are you laughing at, Song Weiyi, you are Su Daji, who has completely fascinated Li Baihan, and he will listen to you whatever you say."

"Really?" Song Weiwei said.

Xie Lingyu was furious, "Song Weiwei, why do you think you can make Li Baihan obey you? I said it last time, right? You look a little like his dead wife. He just put your As his dead wife."

Xie Lingyu had never seen Song Weiwei before, but she accidentally saw the wedding photo of Song Weiwei and Li Baihan. The girl was very beautiful, with a pair of clear and moving eyes.

When she saw the photo, she felt familiar. After thinking about it, she realized why it was familiar, because Song Weiyi also had such eyes.

She suddenly understood why Li Baihan condescended to surround Song Weiyi, and even moved his career to Jiangcheng. It turned out that he used Song Weiyi as a substitute.

Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows, "Oh."

She heard this from others more than once. Miao Yiren said it cryptically, and Xie Lingyu said it too. Li Baihan in their mouths is an infatuated kind. Even if his ex-wife has passed away, he still wants to find someone who looks good Like a stand-in.

But to her, it was a big joke.

Is Li Baihan infatuated with her?

If she hadn't experienced the betrayal and calculation back then, maybe she would have believed it.

Xie Lingyu stared at her with sarcasm in his eyes, "So what are you proud of? You've been a stand-in for the rest of your life. Even if he really likes you in the future, it's because of his dead wife. If I were you..."

"If you were me, as long as you could marry him, it wouldn't matter if you were a substitute, wouldn't you?" Song Weiwei mocked.

Xie Lingyu's face changed slightly, "Who, who said that, I am not like Song Weiwei, if Mr. Li will marry me, it will only be because of me, but you are different, you will be a substitute all your life."

Song Weiwei really felt the absurdity in her heart, she leaned slightly, "What about the double, as long as he is with me, you will never get him, you can only look at him greedily, and there is no other way."

Xie Lingyu didn't expect her to think this way, "You, do you still have any self-esteem?"

Song Weiwei stood up straight, and said dismissively, "What are you doing with pride? I don't love him. If he's with me, I can see you scratching your ears and cheeks anxiously. Wouldn't it be fun?"

"You!" Seeing the maliciousness in her expression, Xie Lingyu felt that the person in front of her was a devil, and her lips trembled with anger, "You, how could you do this?"

Seeing her shocked appearance, Song Weiwei sneered in her heart, "What about me? Miss Xie, you came here to sow discord, don't you just want to see me break down when I know I'm a stand-in, but I'm sorry, I Love watching other people break down."

"Are you a devil?" Xie Lingyu finally shouted out this sentence.

Song Weiwei said seriously: "Yes, I am the devil, so can you get out?"

Xie Lingyu didn't expect that she would fail to hit Song Weiyi, but she would be hit instead. Fortunately, she recorded the sound before she came, and when she walked out of Mu Yi's studio in a trance, she finally calmed down, she clicked on the recording, her face showing A smile of triumph.

Song Weiwei said that she didn't like Li Baihan, if Li Baihan heard this, he would definitely dump her.

She didn't believe that she couldn't tear them apart!

Xie Lingyu went ahead and edited the recording until only Song Weiyi's voice was left, then edited an email and sent it to Li Baihan.

When Li Baihan checked his email, he just clicked on the email from Xie Lingyu. He frowned slightly as he watched the voice displayed on the screen.

After a while, he still clicked on it.

In the recording, Song Weiwei's voice was a little distorted, but the speed and intonation were the same as hers, a very recognizable voice, and the recording was only 1 minute long.

After listening to the recording, his heart was already full of wounds. He naturally knew that what Song Weiwei said "I don't love him" was from his heart, and there was no falsehood.

He closed his eyes, regretting it!

*
Song Weiwei left Xie Lingyu angrily, and didn't take any time off. She flipped through Xiaolin's reprinted orders. The fake emerald incident caused customers to cancel many orders, and the remaining ones were still scheduled for the second half of next year.

She used to only take on one or two private jobs a month, so she had plenty of time and didn't feel tired. Now she basically has to deliver five or six pieces a month, and the pressure is still great.

"Xiao Lin, please contact this customer surnamed Ding. He wants me to repair a hairpin for him. He wants to bring the hairpin here. I need to see how damaged it is before I know if it can be repaired."

Xiao Lin took the order, "Yes, he called last time and said that he wanted you to help repair the hairpin. It is said that it was a token of love he gave to his wife. It was accidentally broken by his wife. I will contact you immediately."

"Ah."

Song Weiwei continued to check the order, and after a while, Xiao Lin came over, "Boss, Mr. Ding said that he will come in the afternoon, so it may be later."

Song Weiwei didn't raise her head, "It's okay, I'll wait for him in the studio."

When Mr. Ding came, the studio was about to close, Song Weiwei invited him into the small reception room, and Xiao Lin brought over two cups of hot tea.

Song Weiwei sat opposite the old gentleman, and said softly, "Mr. Ding, can I see the hairpin?"

Mr. Ding took out a hairpin from the lining pocket of his suit. The hairpin was carefully wrapped with a handkerchief. When the old man opened the handkerchief, the hairpin was white and shiny under the light, and several plum blossoms were carved on it, which was very unique.

Unfortunately, it broke into two pieces.

Song Weiwei saw that Mr. Ding handed her the hairpin with trembling hands, she quickly took it with both hands, and heard Mr. Ding say: "This is a token of love I gave to my wife. She died of a heart attack a few years ago. The hairpin fell out of her body during the rescue and broke, I have been looking for someone to fix it, but I went to several places, but they all said it couldn’t be fixed.”

Song Weiwei checked the fracture repeatedly, with a rare serious expression, "Mr., the fracture is uneven, and it is really difficult to repair."

The old man was stunned for a while, a little disappointed, "Can't you fix it? Hey, I know it's too embarrassing for you, it's okay, I, I'll find someone else to try."

Song Weiwei looked at the old man's disappointment beyond words. Apart from disappointment, there was also a touch of sadness on his old face. She said, "Old man, don't worry, I can give it a try."

Mr. Ding's eyes suddenly brightened, "Can it really be repaired?"

"Yes, old man, the plum blossom carved on this hairpin, does Mrs. Madam have the word plum in her name or does she like plum blossom very much?"

The hairpin is warm and cool to the touch, and it is a rare white jade. Looking at the nostalgic eyes of the old man looking at the hairpin, she knew that there must be a story of deep love and righteousness hidden in this hairpin.

Mr. Ding's thoughts could not help drifting away, as if he was caught in a memory, "Neither, it was when we first met, in a plum blossom forest."

Song Weiwei sighed, "It's a very romantic meeting."

Mr. Ding nodded, "Yes, we were destined to meet that day. At that time, I was a poor boy, and she was a rich lady. In order to escape a marriage contract that she didn't want to marry, she met me while walking through the plum blossom forest."

Song Weiwei didn't expect the story to start like this.

Mr. Ding rescued the rich girl and took the rich girl home. His family was too poor, and the earthen house leaked wind and rain. The rich girl stayed at his house. He took out the quilt and bed sheets that his mother bought for him to marry his daughter-in-law. , for fear of letting the rich girl catch a cold.

At that time, Mr. Ding fell in love with the rich girl at first sight. He felt that the rich girl was a banished fairy from the sky.

The rich girl lived in his house for half a year. From a young lady who stretched out her clothes and stretched out her hands to eat and opened her mouth, she became a peasant woman wielding a sickle to cut pig grass and wheat. She didn't feel wronged at all, but lived happily every day.

In his spare time, Mr. Ding picked a leaf and played a ditty for her. The two sat on the ridge of the field, looking at the sky full of stars, and felt very satisfied.

Later, the parents of the rich girl finally found them, claiming that Mr. Ding had abducted their girl and wanted to call the police to arrest him. In the end, the rich girl had to go back with her parents to fulfill the marriage contract.

When Mr. Ding learned that she was going to get married, he used all his belongings to buy a white jade hairpin and gave it to her, wishing her a happy wedding.The rich girl broke down in tears, and also hated him for being a piece of wood, who didn't understand her feelings.

On the day of the rich girl's wedding, Mr. Ding left the village and went into business.

The two continued their relationship. After marriage, they were very affectionate and had a pair of twins under their knees. The marriage was happy and happy.

After hearing this story, Song Weiwei was filled with emotions, and felt that the hairpin in her hand had been filled with thousands of affections and became as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Old gentleman, you must love your wife very much, she is really blessed."

Mr. Ding shook his head, "I am more blessed that she is willing to marry me."

Song Weiwei was very moved. She looked at the old man's gray hair and said softly, "Don't worry, old man, I will definitely fix this hairpin."

Mr. Ding said gratefully: "Thank you, don't force it if the repair is not good, I won't blame you."

Song Weiwei's tone was firm, "I will definitely repair it, and let it replace its owner and accompany you through a long life as before."