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

Naturally, there is no doubt about Li Baihan's ability. He picked up the expensive pen that was set aside, and casually wrote in his notebook. Song Weiwei sat beside him, watching his sharp pen, piercing through the back of the paper.

After a while, a small composition of a few hundred words appeared on the paper. She leaned over to look, and saw the man's handsome and dashing handwriting, and he silently wrote Song Chenchen's impromptu speech just now verbatim.

Song Weiwei almost applauded him.

Li Baihan is indeed good enough, even if he listens to a child's speech, he will take it down carefully. No wonder he left the Li family and built the Bailaimei Group by himself.

"That's right." Song Weiwei picked up the notebook and watched him adjust some of Song Chenchen's unclear logic just now. A smile appeared in her eyes, "I really shouldn't question your ability."

Li Baihan closed his pen, raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "So you want to apologize to me now?"

Song Weiwei: "..."

Unexpectedly, someone would hit a snake with a stick, she rolled her eyes, and said, "Well, how can I apologize to you?"

Li Baihan glanced at Song Chenchen beside him, and said calmly, "Chenchen, close your eyes."

Song Chenchen stared at them with black and white eyes, and Li Baihan didn't care whether he closed his eyes or not. He tapped his thin lips with his slender index finger, "Kiss me, and I'll forgive you."

Song Weiwei's face turned red immediately, how could anyone tease someone so calmly?

She glared at him, "Chenchen is still here."

Song Chenchen immediately raised his hand to cover his eyes, but his fingers were wide open, and he said, "Don't worry about me, my eyes are closed."

Song Weiwei didn't have the nerve to expose him when she saw his actions that were trying to cover up, she stared at the man's thin lips for a while, but Li Baihan didn't urge her, just waited leisurely.

After a while, Song Weiwei curled up her fingers hanging by her side, leaned over, and lightly pecked his lips like a dragonfly.

Her movements were a little hasty, and her voice was very loud. After the kiss, even she blushed. She stood up, ignoring the heat on her cheeks, "I'll go get a glass of water."

She left the living room as if fleeing, Song Chenchen immediately took his hands off his eyes, he giggled and snickered, "Shu, my mommy is shy."

Song Weiwei paused, and then she heard Li Baihan's smiling voice, "Well, so we have to pretend we don't know."

She slipped on the sole of her foot and almost fell.

In the dead of night, Song Weiwei went to the bathroom to wash up. Li Baihan had already taken a shower in the bathroom next door, and he was lazily leaning against the head of the bed, flipping through a book in his hand.

She walked to the edge of the bed slowly, and sat down next to the edge of the bed. Her hair was a little damp, and she had nothing to say: "Did Chenchen sleep?"

"Well, I'm asleep." Li Baihan closed the book, supported the mattress and moved it towards her, feeling Song Weiwei's back tightened instantly, his eyes darkened, and he gently lifted her long hair with his fingers.

His fingertips were wet, he frowned, "I haven't dried my hair, I'm going to get a hair dryer."

Li Baihan got off the bed beside her, went to the bathroom to get the hair dryer, plugged it in, the air volume of the hair dryer was not strong, and there was still a buzzing noise in the room.

His warm fingers brushed against her scalp from time to time, causing a tingling electric current. Song Weiwei lowered her head, staring at the lines on her palm in a daze.

Li Baihan quickly helped her dry her hair. He put down the hair dryer, leaned over slightly and approached her, "Weiwei, your hair has grown."

He still remembers seeing her for the first time last year in the Bailaimei Group. Her hair was no more than shoulder length. At that time, she was as unapproachable as a hedgehog, not as soft as she is now.

Song Weiwei subconsciously raised her hand and touched the end of her hair, "It's a bit long, and I've been too busy recently, so I didn't have time to cut it."

Li Baihan sat down beside her, leaned over and hugged her, rubbed the tip of his nose against her soft hair, a scent of shampoo lingered in his nose, he said softly: "Don't cut it, keep it."

Boys like girls with long hair, and Li Baihan is no exception.

The posture of the two of them was too intimate, which made Song Weiwei's heart constrict into a ball. She was panicking and anticipating at the same time. As for what to fear and what to expect, she herself didn't know.

Her back was tense, and the hard arc was about to hurt Li Baihan.

He didn't move, afraid that he might frighten her.

"It's not convenient to keep it." Song Weiwei's voice revealed a slight trill.

She agreed to stay overnight, knowing that a lonely man and a widow spending the night together is like dry wood and fire, but she still has lingering fears about that kind of thing, and she dare not face it.

Li Baihan held her waist weakly with both hands, not wanting to make her overly nervous, he said, "I'll take care of it for you in the future, can you keep it?"

The almost begging tone was coquettish, which made Song Weiwei's heart soften, she nodded, "Yeah."

Li Baihan's brows and eyes were stained with a smile, he tightened his arms, hugged her and lay on his back on the bed, "Let's sleep."

Song Weiwei's body was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring. She waited for a long time, but she didn't wait until Li Baihan made any further movements before she slowly relaxed. She closed her eyes and let out a light breath.

Even though he was so nervous just now, he felt a little lost for no reason at the moment.

She closed her eyes gently, and twitched the corners of her mouth, laughing at herself for being timid, cowardly and capricious.

That night, nothing happened. Song Chenchen was going to report to the school the next day. The two woke up early and everything was ready. Mother Song and Aunt Rong delivered Song Chenchen's clothes and schoolbag early in the morning.

Mother Song waited downstairs for a while before seeing them coming down the stairs. She frowned, "Song Song, why are you up so late?"

Song Weiwei walked over quickly, took Song Chenchen's school uniform from Aunt Rong, and was taken away by Li Baihan. He took Song Chenchen upstairs to change the school uniform. Only the mother and daughter were left downstairs. Aunt Rong went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the three of them .

Song Weiwei sat down beside Song's mother. Song's mother still looked at her with dissatisfaction, "Song Song, what are you thinking? Are you going to get back together with him?"

Song Weiwei pursed her lower lip, "Mom, if I plan to get back together with him, will you object?"

"Of course!" Song's mother still remembered that she saw Song Weiwei lying on the bed like a rag doll. At that time, half of her face was wrapped in gauze. dare to believe.

Later, when she woke up from a vegetative state, the year-long depression made her feel regretful and painful.

Her daughter, the treasure she had been looking for for many years, was tortured to the point where she was out of shape.

Song Weiwei was not surprised to hear Mother Song's decisive answer. She lowered her eyelids and remained silent for a while, then she said, "Mom, I can't let him go. You can call me cheap, call me cured and forget the pain, but I still Want to try again."

Song's mother looked at her in disbelief, her eyes full of shock, "Song Song, do you know what you are talking about?"

Song Weiwei's eyelashes trembled, she raised her hand and put it on her left chest, and said softly: "I'm very unwilling here, and I don't want to give in, but I can't let it go, mom, just let me be self-willed again this time."

Song's mother stared at her, and in an instant, many words came to her mind. She wanted to scold her, beat her, and make her wake up, but in the end she just hugged her helplessly, "Song Song, you know What path did you choose?"

Song Weiwei closed her eyes, suppressing the tide in her eyes, "I know."

"So even though this road is full of thorns, you still decided to step on it without hesitation and never regret it?" Mother Song's voice was trembling.

Song Weiwei's hands hanging by her sides were tightly clenched into fists, "Well, I don't regret it."

Even if she knew that the lottery she asked for that day was not good, even if she knew that Miaoyi was still watching over her, she didn't want to give up. This person was the one she had chased.

She finally hoped that he would step down from the altar and was willing to stay for her, how could she let herself miss him?

Mother Song gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, Song Song, as long as you are happy, Mom will not stop you, but if he dares to hurt a single hair of your hair, I will never allow you to be together!"

Song Weiwei opened her eyes, with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, Mom!"

Song's mother looked at her with mixed feelings, "It's said that I can't help my mother. Mom hopes that your choice this time is right."

Song Weiwei took her hand and said coquettishly: "Then mother, can you stop having any objections to him, what happened back then is not entirely his fault."

Mother Song stared at her bitterly for a while, then stretched out her hand and poked her hard on the forehead, "Okay, I see, what about Shuhuai?"

Song's mother didn't mention it, and Song Weiwei almost forgot the name. She froze for a moment, "I have nothing to do with him, just ordinary friends."

"Oh, your aunt is still looking forward to the two of you being together. I like that child Shuhuai too. Forget it, it's fine if there is no fate. I'll go and tell your aunt." Song's mother had a headache.

If she had known that her daughter's heart was still on Li Baihan, she shouldn't have made such a fuss, and she didn't know how to plead guilty to her good sister when she looked back.

When Li Baihan came down from the stairs, Song Chenchen changed into his school uniform and put on the red dress on him. He seemed to have grown up in an instant, leaving the childishness of kindergarten and becoming a primary school student.

Song Weiwei stared blankly, Mother Song waved to Song Chenchen with a smile on her face, "Chenchen, come to grandma, our Chenchen is so handsome, he must be the most handsome elementary school student in your school."

Song Chenchen pulled the bow tie embarrassingly, but was stopped by Song's mother, "Don't talk nonsense, it won't look good if it is crooked."

Song Chenchen looked at Li Baihan as if asking for help, Li Baihan bent down to straighten his little tie, and Aunt Rong came out of the kitchen and called them over for breakfast.

Mother Song didn't eat when she came, so she sat down with them now.

The breakfast was very rich. Aunt Rong made rice cakes and steamed buns. Knowing that Song Chenchen likes to eat wontons, she prepared a bowl of seafood wontons for each of them. The family sat together and had fun.

Mother Song ate the steamed stuffed bun, and suddenly said, "After Chenchen went to elementary school, she will be taken home every night. What do you plan to do?"

Song Weiwei looked at Song's mother in surprise. After discussing with Li Baihan before, she told Song's mother about Song Chenchen's schedule when she went back. She said: "We plan to let Chenchen live half of the time in Song's residence, and half of the time in Li, Li Baihan's side."

Li Baihan raised his eyes and looked at Song's mother. He had a keen mind and knew that Song's mother didn't like him. He said, "If you think it's not right, I can take Chenchen over for a day or two on weekends."

Song's mother snorted coldly, "Would I agree with you picking it up on weekends?"

"Grandma..." Song Chenchen looked at Mother Song with a bitter face, imploring.

Song's mother glanced at him, thinking that they were related by blood, she knew to turn to his father, she said: "You guys look like I'm breaking up your family on purpose."

"I didn't." Song Weiwei whispered.

Song's mother snorted, and then looked at Li Baihan, no matter how powerful this man is in the mall, in her eyes, he is just an ordinary man, and she is still his future mother-in-law.

"After Chenchen goes to school, those who go out early and return late will have to live here for three days and live there for two days, which will affect his rest. According to me, he will go back to Song's house on weekends and live here on weekdays. What do you think? "

Li Baihan looked at Song's mother in surprise, "Auntie..."

Song's mother knew that she had lost face by compromising, she snorted coldly: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want if I make a concession, Li Baihan, if you dare to let my daughter down, even if I risk my life, I will stop you from being together , I put the ugly words here first, you can listen to it if you like it, and endure it if you don’t like it."

Li Baihan was overjoyed. Just now when Song's mother entered the door, he saw that his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not eyes. Now that he can say these words, it is obvious that Song Weiwei has done ideological work.

The change in Mother Song's attitude let him know that Song Weiwei had changed towards him, how could he not be ecstatic.

"Yes, Mom, I will love Weiwei well and never let you worry."

Mother Song couldn't hold back, "No one can say good things, and then it depends on your performance. In the past, Song Song was alone, and you bullied her and no one helped her get justice. Now it's different. I always Arms and old legs can't beat you, Song Song has three older brothers."

Li Baihan quietly held Song Weiwei's hand tightly, regardless of whether she would be shy, he said: "You don't need the three brothers to do anything, if I dare to let her down, I will apologize with death."

Song Weiwei's heart skipped a beat, and she clenched Li Baihan's hand, "Don't talk nonsense."

Some flags cannot be set up randomly, what if they become true?Even if Song Weiwei hated him at that time, she never thought of letting him die.

Li Baihanjun's face was filled with joy, he leaned over, kissed her lips without hesitation, and said without restraint: "Okay, I'll listen to you, don't talk nonsense!"

Song Chenchen covered his eyes with his hands, and yelled, "Ah, you guys started torturing dogs again."

His childish voice made everyone overjoyed. Song's mother took a piece of rice cake for him and said, "Eat it quickly, don't worry about their stickiness. If you are late for school, you, the freshman representative, will lose your face."

Hearing this, Song Chenchen didn't dare to delay, so he quickly picked up the rice cake and stuffed it into his mouth, fearing that if he was late, the principal would disqualify him from speaking on stage.

Li Baihan and Song Weiwei looked at each other with smiles in each other's eyes.

Song Chenchen urged them while eating, "Shu Shu, Mommy, don't watch, eat quickly, I'm going to be late!"

Song Weiwei looked away blushing, and lowered her head to eat wontons, but she couldn't ignore the two burning gazes beside her.