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

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In the office, Song Weiwei was wearing goggles, and was concentrating on drawing lines on the jade material, when there was a knock on the door, and she didn't stop, "Come in."

Song Yuheng pushed the door open and came in, and saw her sitting by the workbench with a side face very focused, he walked over slowly, put the snacks on the coffee table, and did not disturb her.

Song Weiwei thought it was Xiao Lin who came in, she raised her eyelids, and saw Song Yuheng leaning against the display cabinet looking at her, she couldn't help but smile, "Brother, you're here."

Seeing that she was still drawing lines, Song Yuheng said, "I didn't disturb your work, did I?"

Song Weiwei shook her head, "No, it's already finishing. You sit and wait for me for a while. I'll finish it and let Xiaolin deliver it to the client in the afternoon."

"You are busy first, don't worry about me." Song Yuheng walked to the sofa, took out a magazine from the newspaper rack, and flipped through it. There was a slight sound behind him. After reading for a while, his eyelids became heavier and heavier. I fell asleep.

After Song Weiwei polished it, she brought a gift box to pack the things. When she turned around, she saw Song Yuheng sitting on the sofa and falling asleep. He was breathing heavily, as if he was extremely tired.

The temperature in the office was very low, so she picked up the blanket beside the armrest and covered him lightly.

Song Yuheng didn't sleep deeply, and he woke up the moment the blanket covered him. He opened his eyes, and when he saw Song Weiwei, the guard in his eyes disappeared, "Why did I fall asleep?"

"Maybe I'm too tired, brother, or if we don't go out to eat, I'll ask Xiao Lin to order takeaway."

"The takeaway is not nutritious, so I just took a nap, and I'm awake now, let's go out to eat." Song Yuheng stood up, folded the blanket and put it aside.

Song Weiwei went downstairs with the box in her arms, and after handing it over to Xiao Lin, she and Song Yuheng went out to eat.

The sun shone hotly on her body, causing her skin to ache. Song Weiwei got into Song Yuheng's car. His car was very low-key, and the Volkswagen Phaeton drove out smoothly.

"Brother, where shall we eat?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Song Weiwei struggled for a while, "I don't have anything to eat for now, what do you want to eat?"

Song Yuheng turned the steering wheel and merged into the traffic, "Then let's go eat Thai food, change the taste occasionally, how about eating takeaway every day? Heavy oil and heavy salt."

Song Weiwei stuck out her tongue. She shouldn't have ordered takeaway in front of the doctor's brother. For those who are medical students, eating takeaway is undoubtedly swallowing arsenic.

Song Yuheng took her to a Thai restaurant. This Thai restaurant has been open in Jiangcheng for more than ten years. At the beginning, everyone couldn't accept such a fresh way of eating, and the business was once bleak.

Later, the boss improved the recipe according to the preferences of the local people. Unexpectedly, the business exploded, and now he has to order food in advance on weekends, or he has to queue outside.

They were in time for dinner. Fortunately, Song Yuheng knew the boss well, so he called ahead of time, and the boss reserved a private room for him.

When the boss heard that he was coming, he greeted him personally at the door. He had met Song Weiwei before, and when he saw her, he greeted Miss Fourth, and Song Weiwei was taken aback for a while.

Song Yuheng was helpless, "Uncle De, Song Song doesn't like people calling her like that, so you can call her Song Song."

Uncle De smiled until his face was wrinkled. Even after staying in Jiangcheng for so long, his complexion was still dark, and he didn't make himself white at all because he stayed in the land of fish and rice.

He grinned, showing two rows of gleaming white teeth, "Song Song, you are welcome to come to Uncle De's for whatever you want to eat, as long as it is not dragon meat, Uncle De can make it for you."

Song Weiwei's depressed mood was relieved by Uncle De's bright smile. She smiled and said, "Uncle De, I'm not picky about food. I like to eat what my brother likes."

"It's good not to be picky about food. No wonder you are so fair and beautiful, but you are too thin. You should eat more. Don't be like young people nowadays who always talk about losing weight."

Song Weiwei followed Song Yuheng into the private room, and Uncle De cheerfully went to prepare the dishes. The two sat down facing each other. Outside the window were willows and lakes, and the environment was quiet.

"The environment here is good, and the business should be good. I took a look when we came up just now, and there are no vacancies in the hall."

Song Yuheng picked up the teapot and poured her a cup of tea. It was Thai lemongrass tea with pineapple in it. The taste was a bit strange. Song Weiwei took a sip and put it down.

"Uncle De had a tumor in his brain two years ago, which was located on the central nervous system. No doctor dared to perform this operation on him. Later, he found me here, and I didn't dare to accept it at the time."

Song Weiwei heard him talk about the past with Uncle De, and leaned on the back of the chair relaxedly, "Brother, there are other surgeries that you dare not undergo?"

"The central nervous system is too fatal. I didn't pay attention to the tumor and cut it, but I was stupid. At that time, my colleagues advised me not to take this risk and suggested conservative treatment. I didn't agree. I finally planned to give it a try. So you get into trouble."

"Fortunately, the operation was successful. My original decision was not wrong."

Song Weiwei rested her chin on her hand, looked at Song Yuheng opposite, her eyes were full of admiration, "Brother, you are so amazing, I am proud of you."

Song Yuheng laughed, and suddenly turned the topic to her, "Song Song, what's wrong with you today, why are you sad?"

The smile in Song Weiwei's eyes slowly faded, she looked sideways at the sparkling lake outside the window, "Brother, am I not good-looking now, not as good-looking as before?"

"Who said that?" Song Yuheng frowned, "You were good-looking before, and you look even better now."

"But this is plastic surgery." At the beginning, half of her face was ruined, even Song Yuheng and the others didn't know if she would be able to wake up, so they still performed facial repair surgery on her.

When she woke up, she saw her strange face in the mirror, and it took her a long time to get used to it.

Song Yuheng said: "Song Song, is it because of that girl who looks like you before?"

Song Weiwei was taken aback, "Did you see her?"

Song Yuheng pursed her lips, "Well, I saw her in the hospital today. Li Baihan's assistant was with her. She does look like you before, but I don't think this will cause you any trouble."

Song Weiwei felt sad for no reason, and Li Baihan even sent an assistant to take care of her. How far has their relationship developed?

Seeing that she was obviously distracted, Song Yuheng tapped on the table lightly to bring her back to her thoughts, "For us, you are the best, Song Song, you shouldn't question your charm, if Li Baihan just likes your previous face, then you don't want this man!"

Song Yuheng's words were resounding, and Song Weiwei was freed from repeated doubts, yes, why should she be sad?
If Li Baihan liked her in the past and couldn't accept him now, then they broke up, what's the big deal, why should she feel sorry for herself?
"Brother, am I too weak?"

Song Yuheng sighed lightly, "Song Song, I always thought that you didn't have much affection for him, but seeing you like this today, I re-examined my opinion, if you still like him, hold him firmly in your hands, who knows? Anyone who dares to covet it will be dealt with, absolutely not giving up an inch!"

Song Weiwei's heart was full of enthusiasm when he said it, "Brother, can I really do it?"

"Our Song family's baby, what's wrong?" Song Yuheng looked gentle, "With me and your two brothers in front, even if the sky falls, we will support you. Otherwise, what's the use of our brothers?"

Song Weiwei's eyes were sore, she sniffed, "Brother, you will spoil me like this."

"It's spoiled like this, and our sister is so easy to coax, so don't let yourself be wronged, if you want to be wronged, you are wronging others, you know?" Song Yuheng coaxed her.

Song Weiwei nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

Song Weiwei enjoyed the meal very well. Uncle De's cooking skills are very good, and the hot and sour Thai meal is very appetizing. She couldn't eat enough, and even packed coconut cakes and coconut rice for Xiao Lin and the others.

Song Yuheng sent her back to the studio, and seeing that her mood had stabilized, he was relieved and drove away.

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In the branch of Bailaimei Group, Song Yuheng walked into the office building, and the front desk immediately stood up. She didn't expect that the person who came was a handsome guy, and she was taken aback for a while, until Song Yuheng said, "Hello, I'm looking for Li Baihan."

The person who came directly called Mr. Li by name, and the front desk was stunned. She said, "Hello, do you have an appointment with Mr. Li?"

Song Yuheng frowned, "No, you tell him my surname is Song!"

The front desk was overwhelmed by his aura, and while calling the president's office upstairs, he cursed in his heart, he is quite handsome, but he has a big temper.

The president's office quickly answered the phone, and the front desk explained the purpose of their visit. As soon as the other party heard that the visitor's surname was Song, he quickly let her go. The front desk hung up the phone and smiled at Song Yuheng, "Hello, this way please."

The receptionist pressed the elevator and watched Song Yuheng walk in. She touched her beating heart, and always felt that Mr. Song was murderous.

Song Yuheng took the elevator upstairs, Shen Qingyuan met him at the elevator door, the elevator door opened, Song Yuheng came out, he was tall and long-legged, wearing a white shirt and khaki trousers, he looked like a refined gentleman.

Shen Qingyuan went up to meet him, "Mr. Song, Mr. Li is waiting for you in the office, this way please."

Song Yuheng snorted softly, "He's quite the showman."

Shen Qingyuan keenly felt Song Yuheng's dissatisfaction with Li Baihan, but the person's surname was Song, and from his appearance, he might be Secretary Song's elder brother, so she couldn't afford to offend him.

She had no choice but to apologize and said with a smile: "Boss Li is busy, so I'm really sorry for not being able to meet you far away."

Song Yuheng had no intention of embarrassing a secretary. He strode outside the CEO's office. Before Shen Qingyuan could knock on the door to ask for instructions, he opened the door and walked in. Li Baihan was on the phone. When he saw Song Yuheng, he said a few words to the other side, and then hang up the phone.

Li Baihan's eyes were dark and bruised, and his eyes were also bloodshot. It was obvious that he tossed and turned all night when he went back last night, and did not fall asleep.

Song Weiwei's words hurt him. He thought that he had behaved very well during this time, and it wasn't during this time that he always kept her in his heart, but she never believed his feelings for her.

This deep frustration kept him awake at night.

He didn't know what went wrong, which made her always treat him as if he was away.

At this time, seeing Song Yuheng's face that was somewhat similar to Song Weiwei, he gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, but his face didn't show at all. He stood up, "Mr. Song, sit here, Secretary Shen, pour two cups of coffee in."

"No need, I'm not here to drink your coffee." Song Yuheng was intimidating, he walked up to Li Baihan in a few steps, raised his hand and punched him in the stomach.

Li Baihan had a chance to block, but he didn't. He was bent over by this blow, and Shen Qingyuan's eyebrows twitched.

It's over, she witnessed the scene of Mr. Li being beaten, will she be fired by Mr. Li?

Li Baihan clutched his lower abdomen and grunted in pain. He said with a smile, "Did brother-in-law come to my company just to teach me a lesson? That's really an honor!"

Song Yuheng was not polite, he grabbed the man's collar, and the two stared at each other face to face, Song Yuheng said coldly: "Song Song is the treasure of our family, we are coaxing her, lest she be wronged, you How dare you make her cry for you again and again, Li Baihan, you deserve to die!"

Li Baihan waved away Song Yuheng's restraint, he took a few steps back and looked at him sharply, "Are you here to stand up for Weiwei?"

"I don't allow you to call her by that name again. She is not your Weiwei, but the only one in our Song family. Do you understand that she is called Song Weiyi now. If you can't accept her now, don't bother her anymore!" Song Yuheng gritted his teeth and said.

For Song Weiwei, the name Song Weiwei is already in the past tense. She is called Song Weiwei now, she is their Song Song, and the jewel in the palm of their Song family!

Li Baihan said stubbornly: "She is my Weiwei, no matter before or now, she is my Weiwei!"

Song Yuheng stared at him and suddenly smiled, his smile was very cold, very different from his usual appearance, he said: "Li Baihan, Song Song is no longer an orphan girl with no one to rely on, we will not give you a chance to hurt her again! "

Li Baihan stared at him, "Song Yuheng, you never seem to figure out who is hurting whom?"

Song Yuheng only felt that the aura of the man in front of him was strong, and he couldn't bear the domineering majesty, but he never backed down, "It seems that you are quite wronged, so I want to ask you, you can find someone who is compatible with Song Yuheng. How does Song want to be with a woman who looks like him before?"

"When did I find a girl who looks like Weiwei..." Li Baihan suddenly froze, because he thought of Xiaolan, the woman who suddenly appeared beside him and pestered him.

He frowned into the word "Chuan", and then saw Song Yuheng take out a crumpled photo from his trouser pocket and throw it at him. The photo fell on the ground. He looked down and saw the In the picture, his pupils shrunk.

Sure enough, everything was calculated, but he still softened his heart because of this Song Weiwei-like face.

He said in a deep voice, "It's not what it looks like in the photo."

Song Yuheng said indifferently: "You don't need to explain to me what happened, Li Baihan, Song Song doesn't trust you, because you easily abandoned her seven years ago. And what you're doing now doesn't give her a sense of security, So what's wrong with you?"

Li Baihan felt a dull pain in his heart, he should have thought that this was a scheme, but he still walked into the trap, no wonder Song Weiwei didn't trust him, he really deserved it!