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

Li Minglan looked at Song Weiwei adoringly, "Sister-in-law, why are you so powerful? If you fight with my brother, my brother will definitely not be able to beat you."

"Why should I fight with her?" Li Baihan didn't understand why the topic suddenly came to him.

Li Minglan blinked her eyes, with a strange expression on her face, "I'm assuming, assuming."

Li Baihan frowned, "Suppose something is wrong, if we fight, will you not see me getting along with your sister-in-law?"

"Brother, you wronged me!" Li Minglan's eyes widened, and she stood up anxiously, "Mom, you heard what my brother said, and I didn't mean that, I just think my sister-in-law is very powerful."

Li's mother smiled and said: "Weiwei is getting stronger and stronger. I remember that she used to be skinny and carried a schoolbag to school. I was afraid that the schoolbag would bend her back."

Song Weiwei was embarrassed by what Li's mother said, "I followed my grandfather in the countryside and often helped with farm work, so I wasn't that delicate."

"Oh, I don't know which human trafficker who killed thousands of knives sold you to that kind of poor country. Fortunately, I met Mr. Song. I still feel that the fate between people is really wonderful. Who knew that you are the Song family. The lost jewel of the palm." Li's mother said with emotion.

Song Weiwei smiled, "Yes."

While talking, Mr. Li was helped in by Ah Zhong, "I heard your voices from afar, and Ming Lanzi's voice is the loudest. This voice is full of spirit, why don't you go to an opera?"

Seeing that she was being teased, Li Minglan stomped her feet in dissatisfaction, "Grandpa, you are bullying me today, sister-in-law, please help me."

Song Weiwei stood up and saw Mr. Li holding a cane. He hadn't seen him for more than a month. The old man seemed to be younger, with a rosy face and a good spirit.

"grandfather."

Old Man Li stood still in front of her, smiling all over his face, causing a lot of creases on that face, "Wei Wei, it's good to be back, Grandpa has been looking forward to you."

Song Weiwei's throat choked, and tears flashed in her eyes, "Grandpa, I..."

Old Man Li held her hand, and patted the back of her hand kindly, "Grandpa knows that it's good that you can come back, you must be tired from the flight, Bai Han, why don't you take your wife up to have a good rest. "

Li's mother stood up, "Yeah, go up to rest first, the meal will be ready in a while, I will ask Ming Lan to go up and call you two."

Song Weiwei looked down at Song Chenchen, and Li Minglan immediately said, "Sister-in-law, I'll play with my nephew, don't worry, I will never let him out of my sight."

Song Weiwei smiled.

She was taken upstairs by Li Baihan. Li Baihan's room was on the third floor at the end of the corridor. The door opened with a creak. Are you a newlywed?"

Li Baihan put his arms around her waist, leaned forward slightly, put his chin on her shoulders, and made an intimate gesture, "Aren't we like newlyweds?"

The breath he exhaled when he spoke was hot, Song Weiwei's neck was itchy, she tilted her head slightly, and looked at the furnishings in the room.

The other furnishings remained the same as when she left Li's house, there were many more books on that row of bookshelves, and the wedding photo beside the bed was also hung and never picked.

Song Weiwei dragged the clingy bear behind her and walked a few steps towards the bed, raised her head slightly and squinted at the wedding photo. In the photo, she was young and ignorant, and she looked at the camera with a silly smile on her face.

She looked at it for a while, and said, "No wonder you disliked me at that time, and now I look at it and feel that I was too young at that time, and I should not suit your aesthetics."

Li Baihan stood up straight and also looked at the wedding photos. He still remembered that when the wedding photos were taken, she was blistered by the high heels on her feet.

At that time, she was very stubborn, with blisters on her feet, and followed him for several kilometers without saying a word. Now when she listens to her reconciliation, he has a sense of reality that she has really returned to him.

"I didn't dislike you, it's just that I didn't know how to get along with you at that time." Li Baihan said.

He is the eldest grandson of the legitimate son, and he was sent abroad to study independence since he was a child. In addition, their family style is relatively traditional. Preferring to old-fashioned tradition.

Song Weiwei snorted, "Really?"

"Ah."

Song Weiwei leaned in his arms and looked at the graduation photos she took when she graduated that year on the bedside table. She was wearing a bachelor's uniform and smiled very happily. She was so surprised that she broke away from him and walked to the bedside.

She bent down to pick up her graduation photo. In the photo, she was smiling like a flower, her eyes were bright and clear. She gently stroked the frame with her fingers, feeling a little sad in her heart, "Why do you have my graduation photo?"

Li Baihan walked to her side, looked down at the girl in the photo, and said, "I went to your school the day you graduated."

"You're here?" Song Weiwei looked at him in surprise.

She still remembered that when she graduated, there was a funding problem for a project in Li Baihan's hands, and he rushed abroad overnight to deal with it. At that time, she really wanted him to attend her graduation ceremony.

She hesitated for a long time before making the call. When the call was connected, before she could speak, Jianghuai's voice came from the other end, "Mr. Li, we have an appointment with the president of Schino Group, and he asked us to hurry up to San Francisco."

When Song Weiwei heard the words, she swallowed back the words that came to her mouth, and she hung up the phone without saying anything.

On the day of the graduation ceremony, she was very depressed. The classmates were looking for a place to take pictures, and she was dragged by them, feeling empty. Later, a child came to give her a rose, and she laughed at that time.

She pointed to the rose in her hand in the photo and asked Li Baihan, "Then you asked that little boy to bring this rose to me?"

Li Baihan followed her fingers and saw the extraordinarily beautiful red rose blooming in the camera, she nodded, "Well, I just wanted you to smile when I saw you were depressed by yourself."

Song Weiwei felt a dull pain in her heart, and she said, "Since you had rushed back then, why didn't you show up?"

"Because I flew back from New York that day, and I only had time to see you before rushing to San Francisco again, Song Song, I missed a lot at the beginning, and I will make up all of them in the future." Li Baihan put down the photo frame, and hugged her again .

Song Weiwei looked up at him, if they hadn't met again, she would not have known that he had done so many things for her before.

"Why are you so stupid, you came all the way back, and flew back by plane for more than ten hours, just to come back to see me, and don't let me know, so I won't be moved."

Li Baihan smiled and kissed her eyebrows, "Yes."

Song Weiwei sniffed. In fact, Li Baihan was really kind to her at that time. She always liked to curl up on the sofa and wait for him to come back. She wanted to see him first when he came home.

But every time she couldn't bear it and fell asleep, and then woke up on the bed in her own room the next morning, and when she went downstairs, Li Baihan had already left.

During that time, he worked very hard to secure his position as the president of the Li Group, but even though it was so hard, he would go home every night, and he would never sleep out unless he was on a business trip.

"Why didn't you let me stay with you at that time?" Song Weiwei asked.

She had always avoided bringing up this topic with him, but at this moment she wanted to know what he was thinking at that time.

Li Baihan said in a low voice: "I don't want to worry you, I don't want you to see me being tortured by illness, and I don't want to lose my dignity in front of you. Song Song, I don't regret my decision back then, but I regret that way of doing."

Song Weiwei was so angry that she pushed him away, and she glared at him fiercely, "Is that why you can't trust me?"

"No." Li Baihan was a little anxious, afraid that she would misunderstand, he quickly explained, "I can't trust myself, and I don't want to show my embarrassment in front of you."

How painful the treatment was at the beginning, he now feels uncomfortable when he thinks about it.

If let her stay by his side, let her look at himself gradually haggard, worrying every day whether he can live to see the sun tomorrow, he really can't bear it.

For some pain, it is enough for him to bear it alone.

Song Weiwei closed her eyes, she didn't want to turn over old accounts, but in this familiar bedroom, thinking about the past, she still felt aggrieved and sad, "Li Baihan, no matter what happens in the future, don't push me away again .”

"Okay!" Li Baihan agreed without hesitation.

Song Weiwei put her arms around his waist and offered her lips to him, and the two kissed passionately.

Li Baihan hugged her waist, and the two of them rolled onto the bed covered with a red quilt. After a while, the rapid breathing of the two could be heard in the room.

*
At Beicheng International Airport, Miao Yiren walked out of the airport in a low-key manner wearing a little black dress. She wore a mask and a peaked cap, and quickly got into a black car parked by the side of the road.

The car drove away slowly, and the bodyguard sitting in the front row said: "Miss Miao, Mr. Li has also returned to Beicheng today."

Miao Yiren has been very unlucky recently. Not only did she kill someone, but she was so annoyed by the project funds that her hair was going bald. She leaned on the back of the chair with a pale face, like a ghost.

"He came back alone?"

The bodyguard hesitated for a moment, but said, "No, take Miss Song and the child."

Miao Yiren sneered, "He made me look like a ghost, and he lived a happy life, heh, can he feel at ease?"

The bodyguard's eyes flickered, "Miss Miao, should we go to the hotel now, or go back to the Song residence?"

Miao Yiren closed her eyes, and after a long time, the bodyguards thought she was asleep, so she said: "Go to the prison first, the old man wants to see me, I'll go see him."

"Yes."

An hour later, the black car stopped outside the high wall, Miao Yiren got out of the car, she looked up at the high wall in front of her, her eyes were full of contempt, she would rather die than let the rest of her life be in it on one's last legs.

Of course, before she dies, she will definitely drag Li Baihan and his family of three to support her.

In this way, Huangquan Road is not lonely anymore.

Miao Yiren put on her sunglasses, strode towards the prison, and registered her information. She was taken to the interview room by the prison guards. She looked at the strict management around her, thinking that if it was her, she would not be able to live here for a day.

After a while, Song Jitian was brought out by the prison guards. The man had gray temples and wrinkles all over his face. In just one year, he had aged 20 years, with a stooped back and a senile appearance.

Miao Yiren looked at him indifferently, "I heard that you want to see me, I'm here, so tell me what you want to say quickly, I don't want to be affected by the bad luck here."

Song Jitian sat down opposite her, seeing her impatient and repulsive face, he said, "Yiren, you haven't come to see me for a year, and you haven't even asked me if I'm doing well?"

"Is it better to stay in prison?" Miao Yiren sarcastically said, "Don't waste each other's time by talking about nothing."

Song Jitian stayed in prison for a year, and Miaolingyu's mother and daughter never came to see him once. He gradually became discouraged and resented that he was blind at the beginning and broke up his good home for the mother and daughter. .

He burst into tears as he thought about it, "Yiren, I am your father after all, and I treated you well before, how could you treat me like this?"

Miaoyiren stretched out her fingers and scratched her ears, "For the sake of raising me, you said you wanted to see me and I'm here. If you can only look through these old almanacs, then I'd better go first. After all, I'm very busy."

Song Jitian glared at her angrily, trembling with anger, "Aren't you afraid of being hit by thunderbolts when you treat me like this?"

"What am I afraid of?" Miao Yiren propped her hands on the table and looked down at him, "I'm just going to die, and I'll just wait for God to take it. If you have something to say, just say it."

Song Jitian closed his eyes in pain, he was really obsessed with ghosts, but now that he has cancer, the only one he can count on is Miao Yiren, "I was diagnosed with cancer a few days ago, please help me find a lawyer, I want to get bail and see a doctor. "

Miaoyiren was stunned, "What do you think you got?"

"Lung cancer, advanced stage, I'm not alive for a few days, Yiren, for the sake of my kindness to you, don't let me die in prison." Song Jitian begged.

Miao Yiren: "..."

She walked out of the prison in a trance, the scorching sun poured over her head and face, her eyes were swollen by the strong light, that man is going to die?

When she was a child, as long as he gave her a little more fatherly love, she would not make mistakes. Now that their family is ruined, she is also in deep trouble. It is simply retribution.

The bodyguard waited outside and saw her staggering out, and quickly went up to hold her arm, "Miss Miao, what happened, you look very bad."

Miao Yiren broke away from his hand, stumbled to the side of the car, she pulled out the chair and sat in, "Drive, I want to get out of here."

The bodyguard quickly got into the car and told the driver to drive. The car slowly drove away from the prison. On one side was the high grid wall and on the other side was the tree-lined, but it seemed to be divided into two worlds.

Miao Yiren turned her head to look at the high wall, full of fear in her heart, she would not be imprisoned here even if she died.

"How did the investigation I asked you last time go? How many days has it been? I don't ask if it will never come to fruition?" Miao Yiren looked back and said angrily.

The bodyguard hurriedly said: "Just now when you went in to meet Mr. Song, the private detective sent a photo, but I took a look. The two should have a close relationship, but there is nothing special about it."

"Give me the photo, I'll take a look!" Miao Yiren ordered in a cold voice.