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

The group moved to a nearby clubhouse. In the box, President Chen asked everyone to sit down, and Song Weiwei chose the seat farthest from the main seat.

Sitting next to her were two important officials from the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, who greeted each other and played with their mobile phones.

Song Weiwei didn't play with her mobile phone. She quietly listened to the conversation between President Chen and the Director of the Bureau of Cultural Relics. The Secretary was sitting next to the Director and was quickly recording the conversation.

The topics were all about the cultural relics unearthed this time, how to arrange the restoration work, and how to carry out the restoration. Listening to their discussions, you know that this is a cumbersome and difficult task.

After the meal, Chairman Chen sent off the group from the Bureau of Cultural Relics. He looked sideways at Song Weiwei who was standing next to him. Since the meeting ended, she hadn't expressed her personal views, which made him a little concerned.

"Teacher Song, what do you think?" President Chen didn't want to stop at the door of the clubhouse to talk to her, so he signaled her to walk to the green road in front of the clubhouse.

The sun didn't rise today, the sky was gloomy, and the wind was so strong that it lifted the corners of Song Weiwei's clothes. From time to time, she raised her hand to brush the hair that had blown on her face behind her ears.

"The country needs us, of course we are duty-bound, but I have never restored cultural relics, they are so precious, what if they become self-defeating..." Song Weiwei was very hesitant. It is nothing for her to repair ordinary jade and gold ornaments, but when it comes to precious cultural relics, she is worried about herself The skill that I know is not enough at all.

Chairman Chen said: "I have thought of all the things you are worried about. Master Muyi once served as a large-scale cultural relic restoration work. The director of the cultural relics bureau was full of praise for him. He heard that you are the proud disciple of Master Muyi. Come here, if you are not qualified for this job, I'm afraid..."

Song Weiwei was very aware of how much she had. She said, "Chairman Chen, I remember that there are majors in the university that specialize in the restoration of cultural relics. You might as well go to these majors to find professionals. I am really not good at restoring cultural relics."

Chairman Chen sighed, "It is true that there is such a major, but those children are very young, and they need someone who is extremely good at this to manage them. You represented our country in the competition in the United States, and your ability is obvious to all."

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes. When President Chen said this, she shouldn't have declined, but she really has no experience in restoring cultural relics.

"Chairman Chen, think about it again, I am indeed not the most suitable candidate."

Chairman Chen didn't force her after hearing her talk to this point, he raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, "Young man, don't belittle yourself, sometimes you don't force yourself, you don't know how much you have." potential."

Song Weiwei smiled, "I'm afraid that if I force myself, those rare cultural relics will be destroyed, so I won't cause trouble for you and the Cultural Relics Bureau."

President Chen didn't say anything, but just patted her on the shoulder.

Seeing that they were talking about the same thing, the driver drove the car over. Song Weiwei stepped forward and opened the rear door. When Chairman Chen got into the car, she closed the door.

The window of the car was lowered slowly, revealing President Chen's elegant and kind face. He said earnestly: "Mr. Song, I still hope you will think about it."

Song Weiwei didn't refuse again, she said: "Okay, I will think about it carefully."

After seeing President Chen off, Song Weiwei took a taxi to the studio. Seeing her tired look, Xiao Lin followed her up the stairs.

"Boss, you seem very tired. Why did you have such a long meeting? What did you say?"

Song Weiwei squeezed her brows, "Didn't the hot search on Weibo a few days ago say that a batch of cultural relics had just been unearthed, some of them were badly corroded and needed to be repaired, this meeting was led by the Bureau of Cultural Relics, to find a sculptor who can restore Fix a set of heads."

"I have the impression, you wait." After Xiaolin entered this industry, she also paid close attention to the information of cultural relics and antiques. She quickly found a set of pictures from the hot search, clicked one of them and handed it to Song Weiwei, "Yes This group?"

The pictures taken by the official media are exactly the same as the pictures taken at the meeting today. The pictures are very clear, and they look rich and elegant.

Song Weiwei nodded, "Yes."

Xiao Lin's eyes sparkled, "Then you are going to be responsible for repairing it? This is the head mask worn by the queen when she got married. It is said that the head mask was made by the queen herself. The craftsmanship was the best at that time, very close to modern craftsmanship, so some netizens speculated, Could this queen be a modern person who traveled through the past?"

"There's no such thing as time travel, I've read too many novels." Song Weiwei teased.

Xiao Lin curled his lips, "I didn't say it, it was the netizens talking about it, but you haven't answered me yet, are you going?"

Song Weiwei shook her head, "No, isn't it a joke for me to go with my little ability?"

Xiao Lin's eyes widened. "Boss, you are too modest. What do you mean by your ability? You are a big boss who won the international championship."

Song Weiwei raised her hand to pinch her mouth, pinching her mouth into a duck's mouth, she said with satisfaction, "Okay, don't make noise, I have a headache."

"Oh." Xiao Lin responded, and when Song Weiwei let go of her hand holding her mouth, she said unwillingly, "Aren't you really going? This is an excellent opportunity to restore this group of heads. You are in the cultural relics bureau. I also left a good impression there, and my identity in the future will not be the same as it is now."

In addition to being a sculptor, she will also be a restorer of cultural relics in the future. This title is amazing.

Song Weiwei raised her hand to tell her to shut up manually, Xiao Lin hurriedly took a step back, covered her mouth and whispered, "I know, I know, I won't bother you anymore."

Back in the studio, Song Weiwei threw herself on the sofa, she closed her eyes, and that group of faces appeared in front of her eyes. In fact, she really wanted to challenge herself.

Master Muyi taught her a lot, and she can only use one-third of it now, but Muyi's studio is not on the right track, and she still has to prepare for pregnancy, so she really has no skills at all.

She turned over, forced herself to close her eyes to rest for a while, and fell into a dream without knowing it.

In the dream, she was back on the side of the Panshan Road in Guangyu Mountain. She was sitting in the deformed car, watching the truck speeding towards her.

There were two people sitting in the truck, the man was sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel very steadily, looking at her coldly, while the woman was sitting in the passenger seat, with a face of utter madness.

With a "bang", she was overturned into the air with her people and the car, and fell over the guardrail and fell into the cliff.

"what!"

Song Weiwei woke up suddenly, she sat up straight, startled Xiao Lin who came in to deliver water, she patted her chest lightly, "Boss, you scared me, did you have a nightmare?"

Song Weiwei sat on the sofa with a pale face and cold sweat on her forehead. She raised her hand to wipe it, and the palm was wet with cold sweat. She let out a long breath, "Xiao Lin, pass me the water glass."

Xiao Lin walked over with the water glass in his hand, watching her take the water glass and pour more than half of it down, fear seeped out from the pores, turning into cold sweat.

Xiao Lin looked at her worriedly, "What did you dream about, your face turned pale with fright."

Song Weiwei pressed her temples, and said softly: "It's okay, maybe I pressed it to my chest when I was sleeping, and I was trapped by a nightmare, I will take it easy."

Xiao Lin saw her like this more than once, and she said anxiously: "Did you work too hard recently, why don't you stop working in the afternoon and go back to rest."

How could Song Weiwei have time to rest? Before she took Mr. Ding's hairpin, it was out of the work plan, and she had to find time to repair it. She would have to delay another half a day, and the time would be too rushed.

"It's okay, I'll take it easy."

Xiao Lin opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. Seeing that she drank half a glass of water, she turned on the humidifier in the room and left the office quietly.

The office suddenly fell silent, Song Weiwei leaned on the back of the sofa, she stared at the ceiling in a daze, thinking of the dream just now, it was like a preview.

Miaoyiren has made a comeback!
She squinted her eyes, suddenly picked up the phone, quickly dialed a number, and after a while, the other end was connected, and she cut to the chase: "Brother Xiaoshan, go to Beicheng and help me find out what Miaoyi is doing recently .”

She escaped from the underground live broadcast platform and found that big man surnamed Zhang. It must not be as simple as being someone else's mistress.

If it were her, she would be willing to be a mistress, and it must be to use this person's ability to take revenge. In this case, she cannot take it lightly.

Jing Xiaoshan said: "Song Song, what's the matter, she came to provoke you again? Could it be that she hasn't been punished by the second son last time?"

Song Weiwei frowned suspiciously, "Did my second brother fix her?"

"Yeah, the last time she was allowed to sleep in the morgue every night for a week, I heard her screaming in the mortuary and it was scary. I thought she was being honest. How long has it been since she started making trouble again?"

Song Weiwei said: "Go and help me check her, and then check the big man who raised her, and see if you can start from the big man."

Jing Xiaoshan replied: "Okay, I will fly to Beicheng to investigate immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Song Weiwei was still flustered. The feeling of being calculated by others at any time was terrible. She stood up and walked back and forth in the office several times before she calmed down.

Why should she be afraid?
Now she is no longer the defenseless Song Weiwei, she is rich and powerful, and it is easy to kill Miao Yiren.

Miaoyiren wants to kill her, it is as difficult as climbing the sky, so she is not afraid!
In the evening, the studio ushered in a big man who hadn't come for a long time, and Xiao Lin came out happily, "Mr. Li, you haven't come to pick up the boss from get off work for a long time."

Li Baihan was taken aback by her reminder.

He did not come here for a while, he looked up to the second floor, "Is Song Song still upstairs?"

"Yes, yes." Xiao Lin quickly replied, after thinking for a while, she said, "Is the boss worried recently? He seemed to have a nightmare during his nap today, and his face was pale when he woke up."

Li Baihan frowned slightly, "I'll go up and see her."

Xiao Lin hurriedly said: "Go, let's go, our boss is waiting for Mr. Li to send him warmth."

Li Baihan walked upstairs quickly, the tall figure quickly disappeared at the stairs, Xiao Lin held his face in his hands, "Oh, if I had such a handsome boyfriend, I would be happy looking at his face every day."

The clerk next to him laughed and said, "In the next life, try to have a good reincarnation."

"Fuck you." Xiao Lin was so angry that he chased and beat the clerk, and the downstairs became lively.

Li Baihan walked outside the office door and heard the sound of a machine being polished inside. He didn't raise his hand to knock on the door, but directly pressed on the doorknob, pressing down lightly.

The door opened and the noise got louder.

He gently opened the door, and at a glance, he saw Song Weiwei sitting in front of the workbench wearing goggles. She was sitting there, concentrating on the object in her hand.

There was so much dust from sanding that it was almost impossible to see her face.

Li Baihan stopped by the door and looked at her, just waiting quietly without disturbing her.

After a while, the polishing was over. Song Weiwei put down the finished objects, took off the rubber gloves on her hands and the goggles on her head, her neck was sore, and she raised her hand to press it while getting up.

In the next second, the back of her neck was covered by a big warm hand. She shuddered all over and reflexively jumped far away. When she saw the man standing behind her, she gasped.

"Hey, why don't you make a sound, scare me!" Song Weiwei almost rolled her eyes, people who are scary in broad daylight can also scare people to death.

Li Baihan's hand was still frozen in the air, and he didn't expect to scare her like this, so he withdrew his hand embarrassingly, "I see you are too focused, so I didn't dare to disturb you."

Song Weiwei clutched her beating heart, and it took a while for her heart to calm down. She said, "You speak better than the one who stretched out your hand and strangled my neck."

Li Baihan: "..."

He didn't continue this topic, and waved at her, "Come here, I'll massage you."

Song Weiwei hesitated for a moment. Her neck was sore and her arms were too tired to lift. There was a humanoid massage machine just right for her. She walked over, was held by Li Baihan, and led to the sofa.

He sat down on the sofa first, leaving an open space in front of him, and then pulled Song Weiwei to sit in front of him, and their bodies were immediately inseparably stuck together.

Song Weiwei moved uncomfortably, but Li Baihan pressed his shoulders, his breathing became a little heavy, "Don't move around, it will be fine in a while."

Song Weiwei felt the heat coming from behind her. The summer clothes were thin, and she could even feel the beating of his heart.

Such an ambiguous and intimate posture made her very uncomfortable, especially when his hands were pressed against the back of her neck, her whole body felt like an electric shock.

She trembled uncontrollably and sat up straight to reduce physical contact with him.

Li Baihan saw her movements in his eyes, his eyes dimmed, but he didn't make any more intimate movements, and pressed his fingers on the back of her neck.

The muscles under his fingertips were stiff, and he whispered, "You never go to a massage parlor to ask a masseur to massage you, do you?"

Song Weiwei used to go there often. During that time, she just woke up and her body was in urgent need of recovery, especially the muscles that were about to shrink needed the stimulation of the masseuse.

During this period of time, she was so busy that her feet never touched the ground, and occasionally she would take a half-day break. She wanted to accompany Song Chenchen or take a nap, so she had no time to go to a massage parlor.

Seeing that she was silent, Li Bohan said: "The muscles in the shoulder and neck are very stiff, you need to press it frequently, otherwise you will easily get cervical spondylosis."

Song Weiwei closed her eyes and was pressed very comfortably. She said, "I don't have time to go. There are so many orders in my hand, and the supply of the containers downstairs is always in short supply. I can't wait for 48 hours every day."

"Don't try too hard, you still have us." Li Baihan said softly.