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

Song Weiwei struggled to get out of his arms, but she stayed at the ski resort for too long, and she didn't wear winter clothes, so her body was frozen, especially when she was looking for someone just now, she didn't know where to throw her shoes.

She just stood in the snow with her socks on, her toes were red from the cold and the blood flow was not smooth.

With this struggle, the person fell to the snow.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Han Shuhuai quickly reached out to grab her, looked down at her feet, took off the scarf around his neck, squatted down in front of her, and wrapped the scarf around her feet.

"Don't move around, you're frostbitten, let's go back first."

Song Weiwei stared blankly at the hair spinning on the top of his head, thinking of her frantic search for someone just now, her eyes were sore, tears almost rolled down, she raised her head and took a deep breath.

Han Shuhuai had already stood up, he took off his coat and put it on for her, there was only a sweater inside, but he didn't feel cold at all, he looked down at her, "Song Song, I'll carry you back, okay? "

Song Weiwei nodded, "Yes."

Han Shuhuai squatted down in front of her. Song Weiwei hesitated for a moment, but she still lay on his shoulders, and he easily carried her on her back.

The man's high body temperature seemed to dispel the coldness of her body. She lay on his shoulder and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Han Shuhuai said: "I was at your house just now, and I heard from the driver that the car was damaged, so I took the initiative to ask Ying to pick you up, Song Song, what happened to you just now?"

He actually heard her call that person's name piercingly, but he didn't know why she was so crazy all of a sudden.

Song Weiwei closed her eyes, forcing back the tears in her eyes, "It's nothing, maybe I was wrong."

Han Shuhuai continued to walk forward with her on his back. The hot breath he exhaled permeated the air, and soon disappeared. He said, "I know you won't be able to get out in a short time, but don't torture yourself too much."

Song Weiwei looked at the swaying figure in the ski resort, she thought, she was absolutely right, that person was Li Baihan, but why did he avoid her?
Since he is still alive, why doesn't he go home?

At this time, in the viewing room upstairs, a slender and tall figure stood in front of the huge French windows, looking at a man and a woman downstairs, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

Han Shuhuai carried her into the lounge, and the staff immediately led them to the VIP room. The air conditioner was turned on in the VIP room, and Song Weiwei's limbs that were paralyzed by the cold began to warm up.

Han Shuhuai put her on the sofa, knelt down in front of her on one knee, and put her numb feet into his arms.

Song Weiwei was startled, she wanted to struggle subconsciously, but was stopped by Han Shuhuai, he said: "Your blood is frozen, you need to warm up, don't move around, or your feet will be useless."

Song Weiwei felt that he was scaring her, but her feet really couldn't feel the warmth. She had been in the snow for too long just now. If her feet were really useless, she couldn't help shivering and didn't dare to think about it. as a result of.

Han Shuhuai only wore a woolen sweater, and he held her feet in his arms. Soon she felt a tingling pain spreading from her numb toes. I can't stand it anymore.

She frowned and said nothing.

Han Shuhuai asked her, "Song Song, have you recovered?"

Song Weiwei nodded, "Well, it hurts a bit."

"It's normal, don't disregard your body like this in the future, you know?" Han Shuhuai held her ankles and rubbed her frozen feet with both hands. This gesture was too intimate, even being held in his arms .

Song Weiwei withdrew her feet uncomfortably, "Okay, I'm fine."

However, Han Shuhuai firmly held her feet and took off her socks. He said, "You've been freezing for too long. To allow the blood circulation in your feet, don't move. It will be fine in a while."

He rubbed his fingers on her feet, without any hint of profanity, as if just to help her restore blood circulation, Song Weiwei said: "Mr. Han..."

"Why do you call me Mr. Han again? Call me Shuhuai. If you can't say it, you can call me brother." Han Shuhuai lowered his head slightly and breathed hot air on her feet.

Song Weiwei couldn't stand the ambiguous atmosphere at this moment, she said: "If I call you brother, they will be jealous of my brother."

"Yu Heng and Yuan Zhuo?" Han Shuhuai smiled, "Speaking of which, they are younger than me, so they should call me brother."

"Really?" Song Weiwei really didn't know that Han Shuhuai was older than Song Yuheng.

"Well, I am a month older than Yuheng. At that time, my mother and your mother agreed that if they both had a boy, they would be brothers. If one of them gave birth to a girl, they would be husband and wife. It shows that Yuheng and I have no fate. .” Han Shuhuai said.

Song Weiwei thought to herself, brothers can be husband and wife now, but seeing Han Shuhuai soaring into the sky, she didn't say that, "So their agreement is always changing people?"

Han Shuhuai smiled, and his smile was also gentle and elegant, which would not make people feel oppressed. He lowered his head, "Well, they are good sisters, so they want to kiss each other even more."

"Is that why you like me?" Song Weiwei asked suddenly.

Han Shuhuai shook his head, "No, Song Song."

"Oh." Seeing that he didn't intend to continue explaining, Song Weiwei didn't want to ask any more. After she felt the tingling pain disappear, she said, "Okay, I have regained feeling in my feet."

Han Shuhuai gave a "hmm", and he let go of her feet, still wrapping them in the scarf, "I'll go to the staff and ask for a basin of hot water. Soak your feet, so you don't get cold."

Before Song Weiwei could refuse, she saw him wearing a thin woolen sweater and went out to find the staff. After a while, he came in with a pot of steaming hot water.

He leaned over and put the basin at her feet, "soak it quickly."

Song Weiwei put her feet into the hot water, and they shrank a little from the hot water. The feeling of recovering from being numb from the cold was so sour that even the bones were tinged with pain.

Fortunately, after enduring the initial soreness, she slowly felt the temperature of the hot water, and she felt a little tired all over.

After soaking her feet, I don't know where Han Shuhuai bought a new pair of snow shoes and put them next to her feet. He bent down to wipe her feet, but Song Weiwei refused. Get dressed."

She handed him the coat that was placed next to her, and saw him walking around in a thin woolen sweater. Even if there was heating in the room, she would catch a cold easily.

Han Shuhuai took it and put it on, and saw Song Weiwei wiping the water off her feet with a new towel. Her feet were beautiful, round and smooth. When he massaged her feet just now, she could even feel her feet as if they were boneless .

Thinking of this, his fingers curled up slightly.

"Chenchen is still at the ski resort. I'll go find him. It's getting late. Let's go back today. I'll bring him over to play some other day." Han Shuhuai zipped up, not daring to look at Song Weiwei's feet again. .

Song Weiwei didn't notice his strangeness, she said: "No need to look for it, just go to the front desk and ask them to broadcast, and he will come back by himself."

"Ah."

Song Weiwei watched Han Shuhuai leave the lounge. She lowered her head to wipe off the water on her feet, then picked up the socks Han Shuhuai bought and put them on again. When she bent down to put on her shoes, she suddenly felt two eyes sticking to her body.

That sight made her very uncomfortable, she raised her head to scan around, and saw a figure flashing past the door, her heart tightened, she quickly put on her shoes and chased it out.

However, apart from the skiing guests and staff, there was no suspicious person outside the door.

She leaned against the door and raised her hand to press her throbbing temple. She must have lost her mind, otherwise why would she lose her composure again and again?
Han Shuhuai quickly brought Song Chenchen back. Song Chenchen was sweating profusely from the game. As soon as he entered the lounge, he sneezed twice due to the heat inside. Song Weiwei had already recovered. She quickly pulled him over and wiped him with a towel. Wipe the sweat off his body.

Han Shuhuai took the key of the locker and fetched the big bag they brought. Song Weiwei found a clean underwear and sweater and changed them for Song Chenchen. Song Chenchen's nose was red from the cold, but she was very excited.

"Mom, skiing is fun. I just slid down from the top, and the coach praised me for learning quickly." Song Chenchen danced excitedly. He liked the feeling of walking against the wind in the ski resort, like embracing the whole world.

But for some reason, he always felt that someone was watching him.

Song Weiwei put on winter clothes for him, "We will come again next time."

"Ok!"

After changing his clothes, Song Weiwei put his ski hat and other things into the bag. Han Shuhuai picked up the bag and went to hold Song Chenchen's hand, but Song Chenchen avoided it. He was a little embarrassed for a while, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Song Weiwei also noticed this scene, she looked at Han Shuhuai apologetically, and didn't want to say anything, for fear of embarrassing him even more.

The three got into the car, and the car quickly left the ski resort.

Behind them, a man and a woman came out. Xie Lingyu looked at the silent and sullen man beside her. She folded her arms around her chest, looking like she was watching a show, "You see, she is such a flirtatious woman."

The man's eyebrows were straight, but his eyes were cold. He watched the car disappear at the intersection, turned and walked towards the parking lot.

Xie Lingyu looked at his back, a ruthless light flashed in his eyes, Song Weiwei, I want to see, what will happen when you are retaliated by the person you love the most?

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In the car, Song Chenchen was tired from playing, and fell asleep leaning on Song Weiwei's shoulder. Song Weiwei moved him to her lap to make him sleep more comfortably. The child has jumped a lot recently, almost 1.5 meters.

The compartment was so spacious that it couldn't fit his long legs.

She lowered her eyelids and looked at Song Chenchen's little face that looked like Li Baihan. He was not like Li Baihan before, but now he is more and more like him. Face.

Han Shuhuai looked up at the rearview mirror, seeing Song Weiwei's gentle eyebrows, he couldn't help but sneezed, and couldn't stop one after another.

Song Weiwei raised her head and looked at him, "Are you freezing, why don't you go buy some medicine?"

Han Shuhuai shook his head, "It's okay."

After that, he sneezed again, and even the car body shook. Song Weiwei frowned, remembering that he gave her all the clothes to keep out the cold in the ski resort just now, he must have been frozen to death.

"I'll find a pharmacy to stop in a while and buy some medicine to prevent it. It's very painful to catch a cold in this weather."

Seeing that she cared about him, Han Shuhuai smiled, "No, I'm in good health."

"There's a pharmacy in front of you. Turn around and I'll go buy it." After what happened at the ski resort just now, Song Weiwei is not as resistant to Han Shuhuai as before. She is not the kind of ungrateful person who just puts down the bowl and scolds her mother.

Han Shuhuai had no choice but to turn the car around and park in front of the pharmacy.

Song Weiwei put Song Chenchen on the seat, she opened the door and got out of the car, quickly ran into the pharmacy, consulted the doctor, bought cold medicine and mineral water, and hurried back to the car.

She handed the medicine to Han Shuhuai, "The doctor said, just take it according to the above instructions, you should take precautions first, if the cold gets worse, go to the hospital, don't hold back, you know?"

Han Shuhuai took the medicine box and took the medicine under her gaze. He smiled and said, "It feels so good to be cared about, Song Song, if only you were by my side all the time."

Song Weiwei: "..."

She knew that she reciprocated his kindness and repaid his love for her at the ski resort, but feelings are not something that can be repaid, "Drive, I want to go home."

Han Shuhuai looked at her quietly for a while, then looked away, turned around, started the car and drove away.

Send Song Weiwei and the others safely to the Song residence. When Song Chenchen got off the car, she was still dazed. Aunt Rong came out to greet her, took the luggage bag from Song Weiwei's hand, saw Han Shuhuai, she enthusiastically asked Han Shuhuai to stay for dinner.

Han Shuhuai sneezed loudly, looked at Aunt Rong apologetically, "Aunt Rong, I'll come back another day."

Aunt Rong heard him sneezing, and said a few words of concern before watching him leave. When the car drove out of the Song residence, Aunt Rong turned around and said to Song Weiwei: "It's also a coincidence that when Lao Liu came back in the afternoon, Master Han and Mrs. Han happened to come Visiting, I heard that you are at the ski resort, so he picked you up without saying a word, Song Song, Master Han is really gentle and considerate."

Song Weiwei led Song Chenchen to the villa, "Aunt Rong, I saw Li at the ski resort today..."

She pursed her lips, and seeing Song Chenchen looking at her, she swallowed the last two words back, and said, "I'm very busy now, so I don't have the time to think about it, I..."

Aunt Rong sighed, "Don't let yourself be too busy. Your body is important. Look at how skinny you are recently. If you continue to lose weight like this, you will become a mummy."

Song Chenchen said from the side: "Grandma Rong, the mummy is a dead person."

"Bah, bah, don't talk nonsense when it's Chinese New Year, hey, Song Song, Aunt Rong is someone who has been here, and I want to advise you, people, you should look forward and don't trap yourself in the past." Aunt Rong persuaded.

Song Weiwei's eyes were dim, she lowered her head, stared at her toes, and responded softly, "Yes."

Everyone was persuading her to look forward and not look back, but she couldn't help but think of those days with Li Baihan, the longer the time, the clearer the memory.

She thought that she probably wouldn't be able to get out in this life.

Han Shuhuai suffered from the cold at the ski resort, and developed a high fever the night he returned. The high fever continued repeatedly. Mrs. Han sent him to the hospital overnight to hang water, but the next afternoon, Han Shuhuai still had no fever.

When he was in a daze, he kept calling Song Weiwei's name. Mrs. Han had no choice but to call Mother Song.