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

As soon as Uncle Xu left, only Song Weiwei and Li Baihan were left by the wall. Li Baihan looked up at the sky in embarrassment, his pajamas rubbed against the white ash on the wall, looking extremely embarrassed.

Song Weiwei looked at him, really wanted to laugh, but finally held back.

She bent down slightly, and called the pet dog over, "Jiaojiao, he's not a bad person, let go and come to my sister."

Li Baihan had never heard her speak in such a gentle voice, and couldn't help but be amazed, "This dog calls you sister, so Chenchen still has to call it auntie?"

Song Weiwei froze, raised her head and glared at him, ignoring his purely fault-finding question, picked up the dog, turned and walked into the villa.

"Let's ask Mr. Li to come back from wherever he came from."

Li Baihan had just experienced a social death, and now he must never climb over the wall again. He followed her step by step, watching her back, and he was keenly aware that she seemed a little indifferent to him.

"Weiwei, the lipstick marks were rubbed on by accident, I didn't mess around outside." Li Baihan couldn't hold back, and explained.

Song Weiwei's hand gently caressed the pet dog in her arms. The pet dog closed its eyes slightly, and let out a soft snort from its throat. She nodded, "Well, you explained it, you can go back."

Li Baihan frowned, he quickly walked around to her, looked down at her, "You don't believe me?"

Song Weiwei was forced to stop, she looked up at him, under the moonlight, even though the man was in a mess, he was still unparalleled handsome, he was a dazzling existence, even if he stood there, he would attract the eyes of countless women.

The two looked at each other, and in the end Song Weiwei was defeated, she said flatly, "No."

Li Baihan's hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists, and an inexplicable anger surged up in his heart, "No? You didn't even want to listen to my explanation, so you decided that I had an affair with someone else. You never believed that I was right. You have feelings."

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, and exerted some strength in stroking Jiaojiao. The pet dog couldn't stand it anymore, struggled to jump down from her arms, and disappeared into the night after a few strokes.

Li Baihan looked down at her. The woman's thick eyelashes covered her eyes, making it difficult for people to see what she was thinking. The scene was so quiet that he was suffocated.

After a few seconds of silence, Song Weiwei nodded slightly, "Well, you're right, I don't believe you!"

Li Baihan seemed to have been hit hard, he staggered and took a step back, staring at Song Weiwei, "So no matter what I do, you don't believe me, do you?"

Song Weiwei looked up at him, the man's eyes were full of hurt, she pulled her lips, "Yes."

The light in Li Baihan's eyes gradually went out, and a thick shadow covered his pupils, making him look a bit decadent. He nodded, and then nodded again, "I see."

He only said these four words, turned around and left.

Song Weiwei stood where she was, watching the man's slender and straight back gradually disappear in front of her eyes, she closed her eyes, and leaned against the street lamp behind her as if she was exhausted.

She knew that what she said would definitely make Li Baihan angry, but she couldn't take care of his feelings.

When Song Weiwei returned to the villa, Song's father and Song's mother stood on the second floor and looked at her head. Seeing her walk in, both of them breathed a sigh of relief, and came down from upstairs one after another, "Song Song, what's going on?"

Song Weiwei looked tired, but she was afraid that the two elders would be worried, so she still told about Li Baihan climbing over the wall, and the two looked at each other, "He wants to come to you and come in directly through the main entrance, why did he climb over the wall?"

The commotion was so loud that the neighbors would spread the word tomorrow, thinking that a thief broke into their house in the middle of the night.

Song Weiwei smiled wryly, "Maybe I want to learn from Romeo and Juliet."

Two elders: "..."

The two of them were powerless to complain, and it was getting late, Song's father and Song Weiwei had to go to work tomorrow, Song's mother told her to go back to sleep quickly, and she dragged Song's father back to the room.

The old couple lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. Song's mother was angry and funny when she thought about it, she turned over and looked at her husband beside her, "Old Song, what do you think about their young people? Li Baihan doesn't look so unsteady. People, what they did in the end..."

Father Song patted her on the shoulder, "Let's not bother with young people, children and grandchildren have their own blessings!"

Song's mother lay back down, thinking about it and still couldn't sleep, "But did you notice that Song Song seems to have something on his mind, did he quarrel with Li Baihan? If they are not suitable, we should break up sooner, Shuhuai is still waiting for Song Song. "

Song's father had no choice but to say, "She has her own discretion in matters of affection, so don't meddle in it. If she has feelings for Li Baihan and you break them up, Song Song will blame you later."

"Don't blame me. I'm not doing it for her own good. You don't think Li Baihan looks like a Gu family. If you ask me, Shuhuai is better. Our two families have been engaged since childhood, and the child looks very loving. Song Song will definitely enjoy endless love when he marries him."

Father Song was completely sleepless from her noise. He opened his eyes, "The Han family went abroad to develop regardless of everything. What do you think it was for? It was because our country was too poor and too many rules and regulations hindered their development. Now look at us. The country is strong, and when they came back, they found that Jiangcheng had already changed, if they didn't want to gain a firm foothold in Jiangcheng, they could wrong themselves to marry a divorced woman with children?"

Song's mother became angry when she heard what he said, and she sat up suddenly, "What do you mean, are you looking down on the Han family, or my way of making friends?"

Father Song had a headache, "I'm telling you the reality, but you're going to mess around with me."

"Since when did I become a mess, tell me clearly. You state the facts, and I will state the facts. If my best friend hadn't borrowed a sum of money from her husband behind her back, would we have the good life we ​​have today?"

Father Song: "..."

"You took someone's favor and demoted him to nothing in a blink of an eye. Old Song, you can't be so heartless." Mother Song said angrily.

Father Song: "..."

Madam was in a fit of anger, he didn't dare to say anything, he just waited for her anger to subside and go to sleep, but Song's mother was angry, and poured out the things of the year like beans in a bamboo tube.

Song Weiwei didn't know that her parents downstairs quarreled because of her. She tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep, and Li Baihan's injured expression kept flashing in front of her eyes.

Could her suspicion and mistrust really hurt him?

She doesn't believe that she has this ability, she has always been a dispensable existence to Li Baihan, she was in the past, and she is still now.

The next day, when Song Weiwei went downstairs, Song's father had already gone to the company, Song's mother was sitting on the sofa, and Aunt Rong was massaging her temples. She sat over and looked at Song's mother, "Mom, are you feeling well?"

Song's mother closed her eyes, she waved her hand, "Maybe it was windy last night, and I had a headache, let Xiaorong massage me, I'm fine."

She was embarrassed to say that she had a headache from arguing with Song's father, for fear that Song Weiwei would think too much.

Song Weiwei really didn't think much about it, she entered the restaurant full of thoughts, and Aunt Rong shouted from behind, "Song Song, the rice and breakfast are steaming in the pot, you go and eat them yourself."

"Oh."

Song Weiwei had breakfast and didn't sleep well all night. She was in low spirits. When she arrived at the company, Xiao Lin saw the dark circles under her eyelids at a glance.

Xiao Lin chuckled, "Boss, are you imitating giant panda makeup? It looks like that."

Song Weiwei glared at her, and said weakly: "Go to the warehouse and get the jade materials that will be used today, I'll go up first."

Looking at her back, Xiao Lin always felt that she was preoccupied, but she didn't dare to inquire about it, for fear that she would accidentally step on a minefield. Although the boss treated her well, she still had to be modest, and she couldn't be arrogant .

Xiao Lin went to get the jade materials and came out, and saw a courier in a green vest walking in, holding a document bag in his hand, saying that there was a courier for Song Weiwei, Xiao Lin quickly signed for it, and took it along with him.

Song Weiwei was wiping the dust off the machine with a clean velvet cloth. Seeing her coming up with something in her arms, she motioned for her to put it in the storage box beside her, and saw the file bag again, "What is this?"

"It was delivered by courier and said it was for you."

Song Weiwei put down the flannel, picked up the file bag, opened it, and took out a stack of photos from it.

The high-definition photos were taken so clearly that when she saw the situation in the photo, she was stabbed severely in the eye.

Seeing her stunned, Xiao Lin stretched her head over to take a look. When she saw the content of the photo, her scalp exploded, and she carefully observed Song Weiwei's expression. She quickly said, "Boss, I'm going down first, call me if you need it. "

Even if she has a good relationship with Song Weiwei, she still needs to know as little as possible when it comes to this kind of emotional issue. Otherwise, when Song Weiwei feels embarrassed when facing her, she will not be far from being fired.

Xiao Lin fled, but Song Weiwei didn't know.

Looking at the photo in her hand, she felt as if someone had poured a basin of ice water over her head, which froze her whole body.

In the photo, the girl who looks like her hugs Li Baihan from behind, and sticks to his back in a dependent manner. There are more than one photos like this, and each one is very vivid, capturing all the ambiguity between the two in the camera. .

Song Weiwei flipped through one by one, from hugging to standing opposite each other, it was like taking stills of an idol drama, so pleasing to the eye.

Maybe even Li Baihan didn't realize it. When he looked at the girl, there was a special kind of tenderness in his eyes, which hurt her heart. She stuffed the photo back into the file bag, and her eyes were already blurred.

She raised her hand in embarrassment to wipe her eyes, the more she wiped the more tears, as if the switch in her body was broken, the tears kept rolling down, she sat on the sofa, hating her weakness.

Isn't she already invincible, why is she still crying because of such a group of photos?
Li Baihan likes her, maybe he only likes her seven years ago, and her face is unfamiliar to him now, that's why he allows that girl who looks like her seven years ago to get so close to him.

Is the lip mark rubbed up because of this?

Or did they not only hug each other like this, but also did many other things?
Song Weiwei uncontrollably began to diverge her thoughts. Too many images of men and women together flashed through her mind. Her heart couldn't bear it at all. She hugged her head to stop herself from thinking about it.

It was at this time that the phone rang. Song Weiwei glanced at the caller ID, and it was Song Yuheng calling.

She sorted out her emotions, quickly connected to the phone, and said as if nothing happened: "Brother, are you back?"

Song Yuheng went to Beicheng to exchange and study for a year, and he was supposed to return to Jiangcheng to resume his job yesterday, but there was no news yesterday, so he should have returned today.

At this time, Song Yuheng was standing in the air corridor of the inpatient department. Just now, Jiang Huai was supporting a girl and walked past him. With just one glance, he could see that the girl was very similar to Song Weiwei's appearance seven years ago.

He wondered why there was such a girl beside Jiang Huai?
He went around the department and inquired about it, and found out that Jiang Huai had sent him, but looking at Jiang Huai, it didn't seem like he had an intimate relationship with this girl.

In addition, this girl looks very similar to the previous Song Song, so he has to think about it.

"Well, I came back last night, first come to the hospital to hand over, and I will go home after the matter here is dealt with. Song Song, what's the matter with you, your voice sounds dull."

Song Weiwei's eyes were sour, and as soon as she blinked, tears fell down.

Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, she opened her mouth a few times without making a sound, and was afraid that Song Yuheng would worry about her, so she forced herself to speak, "No, it's okay, I'm fine."

Song Yuheng frowned, "Are you crying?"

When I'm sad, I'm most afraid of the concern from my relatives, because a few words from the other party may make her emotionally collapse. Song Weiwei's voice was choked up, and she didn't speak for a long time.

Song Yuheng seemed to know what was going on with her, so she kept silent, hoping to wait for her to calm down.

The phone didn't hang up, and Song Weiwei could still hear her brother's shallow breathing from over there. She wiped away her tears with a tissue, and then regained her voice, "I'm really fine."

Song Yuheng sighed, and didn't tell her about seeing Jiang Huai in the hospital, "I'll finish the handover formalities in a while, I'll go find you for dinner at noon."

Song Weiwei felt uncomfortable, she nodded, and remembered that her brother couldn't see, so she let out a "huh".

Song Yuheng didn't say any more, he hung up the phone, and saw Jiang Huai helping the girl into the ward, he frowned, what the hell was Li Baihan playing, how could he find a woman who was so similar to Song Song before?

Song Weiwei was in a bad mood all morning, and Xiao Lin sneaked up a few times and saw her wearing goggles in a daze. She was very worried about her, but she didn't dare to go in to comfort her.

She was circling outside the door like an ant on a hot pot, and then she saw Song Yuheng who was like a jade tree orchid, her eyes lit up, and she ran over, "Doctor Song, you are back!"

Song Yuheng brought snacks over and gave her a box, "Take it and share it with everyone."

"Thank you, Dr. Song, you are still so thoughtful and considerate." Xiao Lin took the snack, and she knew that the snack was not cheap when she saw the packaging. She held the snack box, hesitated for a moment, and said to Song Yuheng: "Doctor Song, the boss is in a mood today." Seems bad, she must be happy to see you."

Song Yuheng frowned, "In a bad mood?"

Xiao Lin touched his nose, struggled for a while, and whispered to him: "The boss received a courier in the morning, and the courier contained a photo of Mr. Li cheating."