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

Song Weiwei relaxed her body, she bent her lips and smiled, "Do you think I'm working hard?"

Li Baihan was much taller than her, and now that she was sitting in front of him, after relaxing her body, she looked very cuddly. His eyes crossed her shoulders and landed on her hands.

Holding her hand two days ago, it was obvious that the thin calluses on her hands had thickened a lot. She was clearly not worrying about food and clothing, but she was still working so hard, which only showed her lack of sense of security.

"Well," Li Baihan replied, the voice came out of his nasal cavity, low and slow, with a kind of provocative meaning, "Obviously you can rely on your face, but you must rely on your talent."

Song Weiwei glanced at him quickly from the side, and let out a low snort, "Slick tongue."

However, the tone did not show any distaste, on the contrary, it sounded particularly intimate.

Li Baihan gently pressed her shoulders with his fingers, at first it was through the clothes, but today she is wearing a silk top, which is easy to wrinkle.

He paused for a moment, then opened her collar with his fingers, and got in.

When the skin touched, Song Weiwei was burned by the temperature of his fingertips, her body trembled slightly, and her shoulders tensed subconsciously.

Li Baihan didn't seem to notice her discomfort, his fingers slid along her muscles to the left and right, and said in a low voice, "Relax, your muscles are fighting against me, so there is no way to relieve muscle tension."

Song Weiwei tried to relax her muscles, but she didn't know if it was because she was not blocked by her clothes or she was too sensitive. She felt that every time Li Baihan's fingers pressed, they touched her itchy flesh.

She shrank her neck and held back her smile, "It's a little itchy."

Li Baihan said in disbelief, "The shoulder and neck muscles still itch?"

That should be the least itchy part of the human body. He pressed it a few more times, but Song Weiwei didn't stop, and avoided his hand with a smile.

"It's really itchy, stop pressing it." Song Weiwei's voice was tinged with a smile, she writhed in the man's arms like a caterpillar.

Li Baihan's eyes dimmed, and after she tossed and tossed, their bodies were tightly attached to each other. How could a man in his prime withstand her teasing, and his breathing sank right now.

Song Weiwei realized what she felt later, her whole body froze, she didn't dare to move while sitting, "Then what, I didn't mean it, do you want to go to the bathroom..."

Her voice was disturbed, as if frightened.

Li Baihan closed his eyes, suppressed the impulse, and put his hand on her shoulder again, pretending to be okay, and continued to press, "It's okay, you relax."

Song Weiwei: "..."

She sat stiffly, not daring to laugh like she did just now, she exhaled lightly, in fact, it was okay to press her shoulders, but when his hands touched her cervical spine, she still trembled uncontrollably.

"You... huh..." The thin voice rose, and Song Weiwei bit her lower lip quickly to prevent more voices from escaping.

A burst of numbness rushed from the cervical spine to the top of the head, and Song Weiwei's whole body softened, like a fish short of water, and could only breathe desperately.

This torture lasted for 5 minutes, and her back was dripping with sweat. When Li Baihan finally let her go, she immediately stood up and walked towards the lounge like desperately.

"I'm sweating, I'm going to wash up."

Li Baihan was sitting on the sofa, he raised his right leg and folded it on the left leg, watching her fleeing back in a panic, he barely suppressed the urge to grab her back.

Song Weiwei took a shower, and she prepared clothes in the studio, including casual clothes and dresses, which were convenient for meeting guests or attending banquets.

She changed her clothes and packed the dirty clothes in bags. When she came out, it was already dark outside the window, and Li Baihan was standing in front of the French window.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. At this time, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing a strong forearm. The Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist was extremely eye-catching, which made this person more refined and elegant from head to toe. .

Hearing the sound, he turned sideways and his eyes fell on her precisely.

Song Weiwei changed into a fresh avocado green top, and a pair of white cropped trousers. She was wearing Dexun sneakers, and she looked youthful and lively.

"I'm fine, let's go."

Li Baihan leaned against the window and looked her over from head to toe, his deep and long eyes made her feel apprehensive.

She looked down at her attire, it's okay, there's nothing weird about it, why is he looking at her like that?
Li Baihan stood up straight and walked towards her slowly, "Well, let's go."

Song Weiwei glanced at him, picked up her bag, turned around and walked out of the office, the two walked side by side, "Is grandpa still in Jiangcheng?"

"Well, since he was exposed and went to the kindergarten to pretend to be a gardener, he is now in the open and aboveboard. He is quite happy to go to see Chenchen every morning." Li Baihan said.

Mr. Li was a military officer when he was young, he was the boss of a leading company in his middle age, and he was willing to be a gardener when he was old. This is a rare chance in his life.

Song Weiwei said: "Grandpa will get too used to Chenchen like this?"

"It's okay. He was staying at home and felt that he was wasting time every day. Why don't he do what he wants to do, and the time passes faster." Li Baihan said.

"Then is his foot healed?"

"Well, the sprain wasn't serious that day, and the swelling subsided when I got up the next morning. I went to the hospital for an examination and didn't hurt any bones or ligaments. After staying at home for two days, I couldn't wait to go to work in kindergarten."

Song Weiwei pursed her lips and smiled, "If the head of the kindergarten knew the identity of Grandpa, how exciting would his expression be?"

Li Baihan saw her smile, and he laughed too, "It's better not to know."

The two went downstairs, and Song Weiwei walked to the counter and said to Xiao Lin, "Xiao Lin, go up and help me tidy up the office in a while, I have finished a few orders, please check."

Song Weiwei usually does this by herself, but today Li Baihan came over, so she didn't have time to tidy up.

Xiao Lin smiled and said, "Okay, boss, you can get off work first."

"Ah."

Song Weiwei confessed the good news and got off work with Li Baihan. Mr. Li was still in Jiangcheng, so they didn't eat out, but went to the supermarket to buy vegetables and go back to cook.

Ah Zhong was naturally by Mr. Li's side. When they arrived home, Mr. Li was standing outside with Song Chenchen, and a worker was installing the swing beside him.

Seeing the two of them come back, Old Man Li smiled, "Why did you go to buy groceries when you got off work? Just let Ah Zhong do it."

Ah Zhong stepped forward, took the dishes from the two of them, and carried them into the villa.

Li Baihan watched the workers digging, and said, "What is this for?"

"The swing I ordered for Chenchen has arrived and is being set up by someone. He will be able to swing on it in a while." Mr. Li said with a smile on his face when talking about the swing, like an old urchin.

Song Weiwei looked at the swing stand on the ground, she was a little hesitant, "Will this take up too much space?"

"What kind of space can such a big thing take up?" Old Master Li said, "If you think the place is small, ask Bai Han to buy the next door later, and it will grow bigger once you get through it."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Rich people are so simple and rude!
The worker was squatting on the ground, about to dig a deep hole, and Song Chenchen was eager to try, "Shushu, can I dig it? This looks very interesting."

The worker was about to refuse, when Li Baihan walked up, picked up the hoe, and waved to Song Chenchen, "Chenchen, come to Shushu."

Song Chenchen ran over excitedly, and was protected by Li Baihan. He first taught him how to hold a hoe, then signaled to keep away from his feet when digging, and finally held his hand and taught him to dig a dozen times.

"I know it, I know it." Song Chenchen has a strong learning ability, and quickly grasped the tricks taught by Li Baihan. Li Baihan let go of his hand and walked aside, motioning for him to dig by himself.

The little guy dug a few hoes in a dignified manner, and it looked like that, which made old man Li laugh out loud.

"Chenchen can help Grandpa Ah Zhong dig the ground from now on."

Song Chenchen waved the hoe, his small face was full of pride, "Grandpa, look at me, I dug a deep hole."

Mr. Li praised him a few words, and the workers had to install the swings. Song Weiwei asked him to return the hoe to the workers, and they stood by and watched.

Soon, the workers installed the swing and signaled Song Weiwei to sit on it and test it first. Song Weiwei sat on the swing. The white chair and the shelf were made of two flying horses, which looked very dreamy.

Li Baihan stood behind the swing, holding on to the iron chains of the swing and gently pushing it forward, and the swing began to swing, while Song Chenchen rubbed his hands excitedly beside him.

"Mommy, I want to play on the swing too."

Song Weiwei swung for a while, making sure that there was nothing wrong with the swing. The workers packed up their tools and left. Song Chenchen couldn't wait to get on the swing, and was pushed higher and higher by Li Baihan.

Silver-like laughter fell in the courtyard. Old Master Li stood beside Song Weiwei and said softly, "This house hasn't been this lively for a long time."

Song Weiwei smiled lightly,
Mr. Li turned his head to look at her, "Wei Wei, you know what I mean, Bo Han has been waiting for you for seven years, and his affection for you is obvious to all of us..."

"Grandpa," Song Weiwei interrupted him softly, "I'm fine now."

"Then have you considered children? Chenchen has not had a father by his side since he was a child, and you want him to live a life without a father, without a mother, without a mother, and without a father?" Old Man Li said with a serious tone.

Song Weiwei lowered her head and remained silent.

Old Man Li frowned, and was about to say a few more words when he heard Li Baihan call him, "Grandpa, Chenchen wants you to push him."

Old Man Li looked at the little guy who was having a great time on the swing, knowing that Li Baihan was helping Song Weiwei out, he sighed and walked over.

Li Baihan came in front of Song Weiwei. He heard what his grandfather said just now, and he said to Song Weiwei: "Don't feel pressured, it's good that we are like this now."

Compared with the despair that was invisible and untouchable in the past seven years, now that he misses her, he can see her, and he doesn't feel bitter.

Song Weiwei looked down at her toes, "Do you also think I'm selfish?"

Li Baihan looked at her profile, he didn't want her to think of herself that way, he shook his head, "No, you just don't believe me yet."

She didn't believe that he loved her, or that he would be faithful to her, so she would rather suppress her feelings, not be tempted by him, and not have any expectations of him, so that she would not be hurt.

Song Weiwei looked up at him, the street lamps were shining down from the top of her head, his eyes were full of connivance and pampering when he looked at her, it seemed that no matter how she tried to escape, he was willing to tolerate her without limit.

She closed her eyes, "Don't look at me like that."

If you look at me like this, it will make me feel bad and despicable. I know your affection, but keep you waiting endlessly without giving you any response.

Li Baihan raised his hand and touched the top of her hair, "Weiwei, if your heart softens, try to accept me, okay?"

*
North City.

Miaoyiren was beaten all over again, and she fell down on the carpet dying of breath. The white wool carpet was dotted with blood.

Mr. Zhang picked up his clothes and put them on slowly. He had discovered something wrong with him a long time ago. If he didn't abuse women, he couldn't be a normal man.

He picked up the cigarette case on the table and smoked a cigarette and lit it. The slight movement of the lighter made Miao Yi tremble. He glanced at her and rang the bell.

After a while, a deaf-mute woman came in with a medicine box. The woman handled Miao Yiren's injuries skillfully, as if she had done it thousands of times.

After she finished handling it, Mr. Zhang had already finished his cigarette. He looked at the woman who was lying on the ground without moving, and sized her up carefully.

After a while, he walked over, knelt down beside her, reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him, "Yiren, are you wronged by staying by my side?"

Miao Yiren looked at the wretched and kidney-deficiency face of the man in front of her, and she felt disgusted in her heart. Everything that this man had done to her made her firmly remember who she ended up like this because of.

"I'm not wronged." Miao Yiren said.

Mr. Zhang stared into her eyes, and after looking at her for a while, he said: "When I was on the underground live broadcast platform, I caught your eye at first sight because of the strong unwillingness in your eyes, which made me excited."

The wound on Miao Yiren's back was in severe pain, and she was forced to look at Mr. Zhang in such a posture, which intensified her pain.

But she didn't change her face, "I know, I will bring you a different kind of stimulation."

"It's very exciting, you made me a real man again, Yiren, I love you very much, I can give you anything you want, as long as you swear not to leave me." The man said, bowing his head to kiss she.

The most disgusting thing about Miaoyiren was when he kissed her, but she didn't avoid it. When the man had tasted enough, she said in a charming voice: "Can you really give me anything?"

Mr. Zhang put his lips next to her ear, and said in a particularly obscene tone: "Didn't I give you all the best things just now?"

Miao Yiren suppressed her nausea. Of course she understood the dirty words men said, she seduced Mr. Zhang with a wink, "You hate it, you know that's not what he said."

Mr. Zhang was in a good mood at the moment, rubbing the tip of her chin with his fingers, "Then what are you talking about?"

Miao Yiren said coquettishly: "You said last time that you want to take me to see your treasure house. Today, people are so cooperative with you in playing, shouldn't you reward me?"

Mr. Zhang squinted his eyes. Even if that worm got into his head, he hadn't completely lost his mind. He let go of Miao Yiren's face quickly, and he said that if he changed his face, he would change his face, "Okay, take good care of your injury. Come again."