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

Not long after Song Weiwei left, the high-level executives came out of the conference room one after another. Everyone had a feeling of rejoicing that they survived the catastrophe. Today, the boss didn't know what medicine he took wrongly, and the meeting ended so quickly.

Meetings are usually very slow, but today's meeting should be the fastest since they arrived in Jiangcheng.

What surprised them even more was that Mr. Li, who used to be at the end, actually ran faster than them today.

Li Baihan strode towards the office. Shen Qingyuan didn't expect today's meeting to end so quickly. Seeing him walking quickly towards the CEO's office, she hurriedly said, "President Li, Secretary Song has already gone back."

Li Baihan's footsteps paused. From Shen Qingyuan's perspective, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could see his back feeling a little lonely for a moment.

Li Baihan rolled his Adam's apple, gave a soft "hmm", then opened the door and went in.

The office was empty, he walked in slowly, sat down on the empty sofa, and felt empty in his heart.

When Song Weiwei returned to the studio, she handed the coffee beans to Xiao Lin. There was a coffee machine in the studio. When Xiao Lin got the coffee beans, he immediately went to grind a cup and sent it upstairs to Song Weiwei.

Smelling the mellow coffee, Song Weiwei was refreshed. She took the coffee, and the taste was similar to the one she drank at Li Baihan's. She said, "Grind a few more cups, and give others a taste."

Xiaolin just searched for this brand of coffee beans. It is a top-notch brand, and it is almost priceless. She suppressed her heartache and said, "Boss, do you know how expensive this coffee bean is? Let's just say it's expensive, and it's hard to buy it." very."

Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows, "Huh?"

Xiao Lin immediately endorsed to Song Weiwei the information she had found on the Internet. It was a royal brand in Spain, and the harvest was very small every year, and it was only provided to the royal family.

Song Weiwei lowered her head and took another sip when she heard the words, she was a little unbelievable, "That's it? It's nothing special."

Kobayashi: "You don't know how to be blessed while you are in the midst of blessings. I just smelled the coffee and I was so greedy. People who really understand coffee must be even more reluctant to drink it."

"How can it be so exaggerated?" Song Weiwei smiled, "Go, share something good with everyone."

Xiao Lin's lips moved, knowing that Song Weiwei was generous in eating, so she didn't say anything more, and went down to grind coffee, but she couldn't bear to share such a good thing with everyone, so she made a cappuccino.

That way, much less coffee beans are used.

Song Weiwei naturally didn't know this, she had a lot of work in her hands, and she didn't have the mood to take care of other things, so she cheered up and got into work, holding a piece of jade in her hand, and started cutting, carving, polishing and polishing.

Every process must be specially focused, but if there is a slight mistake, the work will be ruined.

A few hours later, looking at the semi-finished product in her hand, she only felt a sore waist and neck pain. She took off the goggles, looked up and saw that the sky outside the window had darkened, and she got up and walked to the window.

At this time, Xiao Lin knocked on the door and came in. Seeing her standing by the window rubbing her neck, she walked over quickly, "Boss, a reporter came downstairs and said he wanted to see you."

Song Weiwei lowered her arms, leaned against the window lightly, and frowned, "Reporter?"

Kobayashi nodded, "Well, this is his business card."

Song Weiwei took the business card and glanced at it. It was a columnist for a magazine. Song Weiwei had seen this magazine before, and the other party only reported successful people.

"Where are the people?"

"I asked him to wait in the reception room." Xiao Lin said quickly.

Song Weiwei nodded, "I'll go and have a look."

The two of them left the office and walked towards the reception room. In the reception room, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood by the window, holding a mug with smoke curling in his hand. It wafted out of the living room, accompanied by the faint smell of cologne on the man's body.

Song Weiwei walked in, and the man looked up. Seeing Song Weiwei, the man seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then put down his coffee cup and strode over, "Ms. Song, I'm Li Yuan, the editor-in-chief of H magazine."

Song Weiwei reached out and shook his hand, "Editor Li, please sit down."

The two sat down on the sofa in the small reception room. Li Yuan looked at the woman in front of him calmly. It was different from the legend. She was neither artistic nor arrogant, but rather quiet and indifferent.

In his opinion, people who are engaged in artistic creation have a literary or bookish atmosphere, but she does not have it at all.

It's not that Song Weiwei didn't feel Li Yuan's sizing up, but the other party's gaze didn't make her feel uncomfortable, so she simply didn't care much, "What does Editor-in-Chief Li want from me?"

"It's like this. We are going to do an exclusive interview with people. I don't know if it will disturb Mr. Song?"

Song Weiwei's legs were gracefully folded together, and she leaned on the back of the sofa, looking very relaxed, "No, does Editor-in-Chief Li have an interview outline?"

Li Yuan understood that she agreed to be interviewed, and he immediately took out an interview draft from his briefcase and handed it to her.

Song Weiwei took it and browsed it, then crossed out a few interview questions with a pen, and she said, "I can answer the rest."

Li Yuan took a look and saw that what Song Weiwei crossed out were a few questions about her stay in Beicheng. Those questions were very sharp and involved privacy, so it was reasonable that Song Weiwei didn't want to answer them.

Li Yuan said: "Okay, shall we start now?"

Song Weiwei nodded, Li Yuan turned on the recorder, and began to conduct interviews according to the outline.

The interview went smoothly and ended in less than half an hour. While packing his things, Li Yuan said, "It's getting late, can I invite Miss Song to dinner?"

"Unfortunately, she has an appointment." Before Song Weiwei could answer, a deep male voice sounded at the door of the reception room.

The two looked up at the same time, and saw Li Baihan standing by the door, and they didn't know how long he had been here.

Li Yuan was startled, and then realized who the man in front of him was. He carried the briefcase and reached out to Li Baihan, "Mr. Li, hello, I'm Li Yuan, the editor-in-chief of H Magazine."

Li Baihan looked him up and down, as if he was confirming something, after a while, he reached out and shook Li Yuan's hand, "Hello."

Li Yuan was very excited. Rather than interviewing Song Weiwei, he wanted to interview Li Baihan. Li Baihan had a lot to offer, for example, he was originally the grandson of the Li family, but he resolutely left the Li Group and worked hard on his own.

The point is that he built the Bailaimei Group without relying on the protection of the Li family at all, and became a huge rich man. No matter where he interviewed from, such a person is very inspirational.

"President Li, do you have time to accept my interview?"

Li Baihan's behavior is quite low-key. It's not that no one has thought of interviewing him these years, but he only appeared in a financial magazine once, and no one has been able to interview him since then.

"No." Li Baihan refused tactfully.

Li Yuan's face collapsed all of a sudden, he was already gearing up to prepare the interview script, "President Li, I admire you very much, I hope you will give me a chance."

Song Weiwei looked at Li Yuan with a look of admiration on Li Baihan, her eyes were wild, like a little fan seeing her idol.

She pursed her lips and smiled, just in time to meet Li Baihan's gaze, she quickly looked away, but the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably.

Li Baihan finally refused, and Li Yuan left with great regret.

Only Song Weiwei and Li Baihan were left in the reception room, Song Weiwei said: "Mr. Li, people admire you so much, how can you bear to refuse?"

Li Baihan walked up to her, and touched the tip of her nose with his finger, "There are so many people who admire me in this world, if I can't bear to refuse everyone, I will die of exhaustion."

Song Weiwei couldn't help laughing, "Yes, yes, our President Li is very popular, but why are you here?"

Throughout the afternoon, Li Baihan's heart was empty, he couldn't resist coming over to look at her, even if he just looked at her, he would be very satisfied.

"Well, accompany me to the supermarket to buy some groceries later, how about I cook for you tonight?" The man's voice was full of flattery, as if he was afraid that she would refuse.

Song Weiwei struggled for a while, as the saying goes, if you slap a sweet date, she can't always hang on to him, "Yeah."

The two went to the supermarket together, and the dishes Li Baihan picked were Song Weiwei's favorites. After buying the dishes and returning to the villa area, Li Baihan led her into the door.

At the entrance, Song Weiwei was about to open the shoe cabinet to get her shoes when a man held her waist, and the hot breath came over her, and she was pressed against the wall and kissed.

The breaths of the two were eagerly intertwined, and it took a long while before Li Baihan let her go. He lowered his eyes, looked at her slightly red lips, smiled and bowed his head and kissed again.

"I'm going to wash the vegetables and cook."

Song Weiwei leaned against the wall. She was so kissed by him that her limbs became weak and her hands and feet became weak.

Seeing the man's slender and tall figure disappear behind the kitchen, she raised her hand to touch her hot lips, and she slowly changed her slippers, and the sound of dripping water could be heard in the kitchen.

She hesitated for a moment, turned on her toes, and turned from the living room to the kitchen.

Li Baihan took off his coat. At this time, his sleeves were rolled up to his arms. He took off his expensive wristwatch and put it aside. He stood there washing the vegetables. His aura of aloofness faded from his whole body, and he became the most ordinary man, washing his hands and doing things for his lover. soup.

Song Weiwei leaned against the kitchen door, watching him quietly.

Li Baihan suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes fell on her, obviously with love, he smiled, "Why don't you watch TV, don't you feel tired standing?"

In a trance, Song Weiwei had a feeling, as if they had returned to seven years ago, and he had never let her down.

She folded her hands on her chest and slightly raised the corners of her lips, "Well, I want to see you here."

This man was her first love. She fell in love with him at first sight. At that time, he was her world and everything to her. But now, how much affection does she have for him?

Li Baihan's heart throbbed unceasingly. For a long time, he hadn't heard her say something similar to a confession, so he waved at her.

Song Weiwei didn't know why, so she walked over suspiciously, thinking that he was going to ask her to do something for her, but just as she approached, he was caught off guard and lightly pecked her lips, the man said in a low voice, "There is a high chair on the side, go sit and watch. "

Song Weiwei: "..."

She blushed.

But she was a little tired, so she obediently moved the high chair over, and sat by the side to watch him wash and chop vegetables, wash rice and cook.

Men are attractive in appearance, and they are naturally more attractive in movement. Even if they are cutting raw meat, they are so handsome that people can't take their eyes off.

Song Weiwei used to think that Li Baihan was too good-looking. A man like him, no matter where he went, was fatally attractive to women.

When she fell in love with him at first sight, she also fell in love with him.

She supported her chin with one hand, "President Li, do you know that you look really attractive?"

Otherwise, Miao Yiren would not go crazy like that in order to get him. Thinking of Miao Yiren, the arc of her mouth slowly pulled down, and she was always very responsive to Miao Yiren.

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, "Is there any, where to seduce someone, you say I will change."

Song Weiwei shook her head with a smile, "Then you probably have to go for a plastic surgery, make yourself ugly, or draw a scar on your face, and make others feel intimidated when they see you."

Li Baihan tilted his head and thought for a while, as if he was seriously considering her suggestion.

Song Weiwei was afraid that he would take it seriously, so she hurriedly said: "I'm just kidding, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you back then, it was because of this face, don't really ruin it."

Li Baihan said, "Only like the face?"

"Huh?" Song Weiwei didn't understand.

Li Baihan smiled and said, "Don't you like my figure? I remember you used to blushed every time you saw me. What were you thinking at that time? Do you really want to take off my clothes?"

Song Weiwei's cheeks were burning with embarrassment. It was too seductive for him to say such heart-throbbing words in such a frivolous tone. She coughed lightly, "How can I be so obscene?"

Li Baihan had a smile in his eyes, "Then what are you thinking about?"

Song Weiwei recalled it carefully, she didn't know if it was too long ago, or something else, she couldn't remember clearly, all she knew was that the girl Huaichun at that time could not help but blush when she saw someone she admired.

"What about you, why did you marry me then?"

Li Baihan put the washed vegetables into the filter basket, and he seemed to be recalling that when he returned to China, the first task that Mr. Li assigned him was to go to Songjiagou to attend to Mr. Song's funeral.

When he rushed to Songjiagou, he saw Song Weiwei tied up and hung in the square, and forced to marry the village chief's stupid son.

The little girl was wearing a flowered jacket with a few patches on it. Her cheeks were flushed red from the frost and snow, like a red apple in the snow. Just one glance surprised him.

There were ripples in his peaceful heart. He thought that this little girl would be his wife in the future, and he must take good care of her.

But he failed his promise, he failed to take good care of her, instead he caused her great harm, and almost lost her. When he thought of this, he didn't hate others, but hated himself.

He hated himself for handing over a knife with his own hands, and letting Miao Yiren stab her hard into her heart.

Until now, the knife is still stuck in her heart, which makes her feel unbearable pain every time she thinks about it, so she would rather close her heart and stop being emotional than try to take even one step forward.

"Because you fell into my arms that day, like throwing a stone into the lake of my peaceful heart. Since then, every time I think of you, there will be waves of ripples. Weiwei, I didn't understand at the time, but now I understand Yes, I like you, from the moment we first met."