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

In the sports car, Song Weiwei was sitting in the back seat. She tried her best to hold back the smile on her lips. It was rare for someone to be handsome once. I don't know if it is embarrassing now.

Li Baihan raised his eyes, and saw in the rearview mirror that the corners of her mouth could not be suppressed, he coughed lightly, "Laugh if you want."

Song Weiwei couldn't hold it back, let out a low laugh, she quickly waved her hands, "I won't laugh anymore."

Li Baihan, "It's okay, just keep laughing."

"I really don't laugh anymore." Song Weiwei coughed lightly, looked at his three-piece suit again, her eyes were bent, and there was still a smile in her voice, "By the way, why are you dressed so formally today? Is it hot?"

It's midsummer, even with a T-shirt on, it's too hot, and he's wearing a retro three-piece suit, a gentleman is a gentleman, but it's too hot.

Especially since he has buttoned up all the buttons, won't he suffer from heat stroke?

She also doesn't understand the heat tolerance of rich people.

Li Baihan didn't seem to think that it had anything to do with what he was wearing. He said, "There is air conditioning in the car, and the place where we will go later is also air-conditioned, so it won't be too hot."

Seeing him explaining to her in a serious manner, Song Weiwei couldn't help laughing. Why didn't she find him so funny seven years ago?
"Where are we going?" Song Weiwei looked out of the car window. The street lights were lit up one by one, and the sports car seemed to be traveling in a beautiful galaxy.

And this galaxy is not the way to the hospital.

Li Baihan looked in the rearview mirror, met her gaze, and smiled at her, "Secret it first, the journey is a bit long, if you are tired, you can rest for a while."

Before he finished speaking, an off-road vehicle whizzed by from the side. The other party lowered the window and whistled in the direction of the sports car, "Beauty, let's make an appointment, my brother is very powerful."

Song Weiwei looked at that man's greasy face, she frowned, "Handsome guy, are you polite?"

The other party was also teasing, but Song Weiwei didn't expect Song Weiwei to talk to him, so she became more enthusiastic, "You don't need to be polite to flirt with a girl. Let me tell you, the guy driving in front is your driver. He is dressed like a housekeeper." of."

Li Baihan: "..."

have been offended!
Song Weiwei burst out laughing, Li Baihan saw her smiling face, and felt a little nostalgic in his heart, he hadn't seen her smile like this for a long time.

Being able to make her happy is the only value of this passerby.

He ignored the man, and directly raised the roof. The roof was not that black, but as cool as the body. After the roof was fully raised, there was a sense of futuristic technology and fashion.

When the off-road vehicle driver looked at the car, he knew that the other party was either rich or expensive, and he couldn't pick it up casually. He let out an exclamation, and the sports car had already sped away.

Song Weiwei couldn't stop laughing, "That person was so funny just now, he said you look like a butler, hahaha, I remember that the Butler Academy in England requires butlers to wear a three-piece suit."

Li Baihan raised his hand and wiped his eyebrows, his expression full of helplessness.

Song Weiwei was still a little tired at first, but now she directly smiled. She suppressed the smile on her lips, "Actually, he's quite handsome, not like a housekeeper."

Li Baihan's innate dignity and arrogance, coupled with his nine-headed and inverted-triangular figure, makes him look extravagant in whatever clothes he wears.

Of course, the person who looks like a butler must have a problem with his eyes.

"How is Chenchen doing today?"

"I ate two bowls of rice at noon. If I don't stare at him, I can eat the third bowl. It seems that the liquid food these days has made him very hungry."

"If you can eat and sleep, you will recover quickly. What does the doctor say?"

"The condition is stable and he is recovering well, and he will be discharged from the hospital after a while."

Song Weiwei took a long breath, "That's good, he's been in the hospital for almost half a month, and if he keeps holding it back, there will be problems."

"When I came to pick you up, he begged my mother to take him to the garden downstairs. Apart from drawing and sleeping, he didn't want to stay in the ward for a second. My mother had a headache."

Song Weiwei smiled, "He is more active, thank you auntie."

Li Baihan's gaze paused, "Vivi?"

"Huh?" Song Weiwei looked up at him. From this angle, he could only see his side face. The night scene outside the window was full of light, making his side face perfect and sharp.

Li Baihan looked in the rearview mirror, Song Weiwei who was relaxed all over looked very good, he opened his mouth, suddenly he didn't want to disturb the beauty of this moment.

"It's nothing, I just want to call you."

Song Weiwei seemed to feel his ambiguity, she lowered her eyelids, her ears were slightly hot, and she unconsciously picked her backpack with her fingers.

"I'll sleep for a while."

She tilted her head towards the car window, leaned gently on the back of the chair and closed her eyes, the streamlined light shone on her face, gentle and peaceful.

The car went all the way, and half an hour later, the car stopped slowly. Song Weiwei opened her eyes and glanced out the car window.

"We have arrived?"

Li Baihan turned off the engine and got out of the car, walked around to the door to open it, a wave of heat rushed towards his face, Song Weiwei took a breath, "It's so hot."

Li Baihan supported the car door, "Get out of the car."

Song Weiwei bent down to get out of the car, glanced at her backpack, and said, "How is your car's anti-theft performance?"

"It's not bad. It's very smart. I'm the only one who recognizes me." Li Baihan said that the future technology sports car, which is limited to three cars in the world, can automatically recognize the owner's iris and fingerprints, and the intelligent system of the body has reached the world's first level.

Song Weiwei withdrew her hand, "That's good."

Li Baihan glanced at her backpack, closed the door, and the car door was locked intelligently. He led someone inside, "I heard that the Cultural Relics Bureau sent cultural relics to you today for restoration?"

Song Weiwei said: "Well, I have never done restoration of cultural relics before, so it is quite challenging."

Li Baihan smiled and said, "You used to like to study antiques with your grandfather. I remember that you also majored in this field in college."

"Yeah, speaking of it, my first teacher was still my grandfather. At that time, he took me around the various antique markets and gained a lot of knowledge. Later, I met Master Mu Yi."

When Master was mentioned, she felt a little lost.

"I fell in love with my master at first sight. He taught me all the unique skills of his life, but I was not pure in learning sculpture at the beginning."

The two went in along the bluestone path, and the street lights came on. Li Baihan saw the disappointment in her eyebrows and said, "I've heard that you couldn't do fine movements at that time."

Song Weiwei took a deep breath, and didn't really want to mention that gloomy time, "Go in from here? What kind of place is this? I've never been here before."

She is considered half of Jiangcheng, and she has been in Jiangcheng for seven years, but she is not as good as Li Baihan who just came here for a few months.

Li Baihan took her hand and walked towards the small white building in front. There were many flowers planted in the garden, emitting a faint fragrance in the night, and unknown insects chirped from time to time.

Song Weiwei followed behind him, watching her hand being held in the palm of his hand, his hand was very cold, and the coolness spread through the skin.

She wanted to withdraw her hand uncomfortably, but he held it tightly. The two of them entered the small white building, and the waiters in maid outfits on both sides immediately came forward to meet them.

"President Li, Miss Song, good evening, the venue has been cleared for the two of you today."

As he said that, the waiter led the way in front. The decoration of the whole small building is not as low-key as the outside, and the European style is gorgeous and luxurious.

Crystal chandeliers hang down from the dome, dazzling.

The center of the hall is sunken, with a piano in the middle, and dining chairs around the floor-to-ceiling windows. The lights in other areas are dimmed, and only one dining table is lit with candles.

"Candlelight dinner?" Song Weiwei looked at Li Baihan. She had clearly told him before that it was impossible for them to continue their relationship. It seemed that he had not given up.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so grand."

Li Baihan pulled her to the French window, and pulled out the chair to signal her to sit down. Song Weiwei had no choice but to sit down on the chair.

Li Baihan took a seat opposite her, "Chenchen's surgery was successful, so it's worth celebrating. How about we hold a banquet for him after he's discharged from the hospital?"

"No." Song Weiwei refused decisively, "He has just been discharged from the hospital, and his body has not fully recovered, so it is not appropriate to be too tired. In addition, I don't want too many people to know him."

Li Baihan was silent for a few seconds, and said, "It's because I didn't think carefully."

During the conversation, the chef came over, and Song Weiwei realized that it was a white man who was tall and burly and spoke pure Italian.

He exchanged a few words with Li Baihan, the chef looked at Song Weiwei and said something in Italian, Li Baihan smiled back, and the chef turned and went to the back kitchen.

Song Weiwei said, "What did he just say?"

"He said my wife is beautiful, and I said thank you." Li Baihan smiled, as if he was being exaggerated.

Song Weiwei's attention was focused on the words "my wife", she pursed her lower lip, "Mr. Li, we are no longer a husband and wife, it would be misleading for him to say that."

The smile on Li Baihan's face faded a bit, he stared straight at Song Weiwei, "Weiwei, I will chase you back again."

"But……"

Before she finished speaking, Li Baihan interrupted her, "You don't have a suitable person by your side now, and I will never fall in love with anyone else in my life. Don't rush to reject me, give us a chance, okay?"

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, and grabbed the tassels on the tablecloth with her fingers, "You should be clear, I went back to Beicheng to look for you, not because I still have feelings for you."

"I know." Li Baihan didn't feel frustrated, but said confidently, "As long as you give me a chance, I will make you fall in love with me again."

Song Weiwei: "..."

Of course Li Baihan has this self-confidence and charm. No matter in terms of family conditions or external conditions, he is a diamond king. As long as he hooks his fingers, women will naturally rush forward one after another.

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, deliberately provoking her, "Or are you afraid that if you give me this opportunity, you will be involuntarily trapped in it?"

Song Weiwei couldn't stand the excitement, knowing that he was digging a hole, she immediately retorted: "I'm not afraid."

"Then I'll take it as you gave me this chance." Li Baihan said with a smile.

Song Weiwei was stunned for a moment, she suddenly felt that she must have been tricked by him. After Chenchen was discharged from the hospital, they should have no more interaction.

But he wanted to pursue her again, and she promised to give him a chance, and then gave him a reason to meet again, and she cried treacherously in her heart.

Sure enough, there is no profiteering!

After dinner, Li Baihan drank most of the bottle of red wine. He was so drunk that he couldn't drive the car. Song Weiwei asked him to unlock it. She took out her backpack from the back seat and helped him walk to the side of the road, planning to take a taxi to the hospital.

But the terrain here is remote, and private cars come and go. Occasionally, a taxi rushes past with guests, spraying them with exhaust fumes.

Looking at the man leaning on her, Song Weiwei said angrily, "I told you to drink less, but you still drink so much, why can't you get a taxi?"

The red wine has enough aftertaste, and the man's cold and noble temperament is not much left, like a lazy big cat, with his hands around her waist and his head on her shoulders, rubbing against her from time to time, as if it is very comfortable look.

Song Weiwei had to stabilize each other to avoid falling, and at the same time protect the backpack to prevent him from crushing the inside of the head.

The night breeze was gentle, but it didn't cool the hot air much. She was sweating profusely at the moment, but someone was still rubbing against her neck.

"Stand still, you fell down in a while." Song Weiwei took her mobile phone and wanted to enter the applet to hail a taxi, but she didn't click it for a long time.

She looked at the sports car parked outside the small white building not far away, thought for a while, and helped him walk back, she said: "Mr. Li, which finger is your fingerprint lock? I will help you to sit in the car." on."

Li Baihan just buried himself in her neck and acted like a baby, and ignored her for a long time. She had no choice but to hold her hand and try one finger at a time.

After trying two fingers, her hand was held by the man's hand. He seemed dissatisfied with the handshake. He opened her fingers with five fingers and clasped them tightly.

Song Weiwei was stunned.

"Li Baihan, are you really drunk or fake? Why do I feel like you're pretending to be crazy?" She looked at him suspiciously, but she couldn't see his face.

She gritted her teeth, she was dying of heat, and the clothes on her back were wet with sweat. At this moment, the car intelligently prompted the sports car to unlock.

She hurriedly opened the rear door, put the backpack on the passenger seat first, and then got Li Baihan into the car. The smart phone in the car sounded, "Master, the temperature in the car has been detected to be 30 degrees, and the air conditioner has been turned on for you. The internal temperature will drop to 3 degrees in 25 minutes, would you like to play music?"

Song Weiwei said in her heart that she is really smart and can turn on the air conditioner by herself. She was about to get out of the car and called the driver to come and drive. She tightened her wrist, and in the next second, she was dragged into the car.

The doors are closed intelligently.

Song Weiwei felt as if she had been hit by something, which made her dizzy, and it seemed that something was hugging her waist tightly, making her unable to move.

Song Weiwei waited for the dizziness to pass, she got up, and put her hands on the man's strong chest. The man's heartbeat came through the thin fabric, making her palms numb.

She withdrew her hand abruptly, and looked up at Li Baihan's face. His expression was a little distorted, as if he was in pain, and the arms wrapped around her waist tightened again.

"Vivi, I feel bad."

Song Weiwei thought she deserved it, told you to stop drinking, but you still drank, but subconsciously asked, "What makes you feel uncomfortable?"