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

Song Weiwei's eyes were full of tears, "In your heart, is that how you miss me?"

She clearly knew that his perception of her had gone wrong, but she was still sad. In the past six months, she lived like a year, hoping that he would miraculously appear in front of her every minute.

Now that he appeared, he looked at her with hatred.

But even so, she still hopes that he will live a good life, even if he misunderstands her, even if he no longer loves her, as long as he lives.

Li Baihan frowned, watching the tears rolling down her cheeks, she looked so charming, he said coldly: "Song Weiwei, don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me, I won't believe you."

Song Weiwei closed her eyes in embarrassment, her heart was broken, "I see."

After speaking, she turned and walked out of the office.

Shen Qingyuan has been waiting outside since she entered the CEO's office. When she saw Song Weiwei's red eyes popping out, she looked back at the office, only to see Li Baihan's cold back.

She stomped her feet and quickly caught up with Song Weiwei.

Song Weiwei pushed open the door of the safe corridor and walked towards the rooftop. Shen Qingyuan quickly caught up with her, seeing her keep wiping her tears, she was at a loss and said, "Mr. Song, don't be sad, Mr. Li may have lost his memory."

Shen Qingyuan saw that Li Baihan's attitude towards Song Weiwei had changed 180 degrees, and guessed that the only possibility was that he lost his memory.

After all, there was an explosion at sea that day, maybe Li Baihan's brain was damaged by the explosion, and his memory was biased.

Song Weiwei climbed up the stairs and came to the roof. The roof was very large and there was a temperature-controlled glass room on it. Roses were planted in the glass room. It was cold and windy outside, but the roses in the greenhouse bloomed extraordinarily beautifully.

This was built for her by Li Baihan's order. At the beginning, he coaxed her carefully, wishing he could pluck all the moons from the sky and give them to her.

However, in the blink of an eye, he became the heartbreaker.

Shen Qingyuan followed her into the glass greenhouse and watched her go to the swing and sit down.

After Li Baihan's "funeral", Song Weiwei returned to Jiangcheng, and would stay in the glass greenhouse for a long time. Every time she came to see her, she would see her lonely back, surrounded by a bunch of blooming rose bushes. It seemed so lonely.

"I know he has amnesia, but I still can't accept it." Song Weiwei murmured.

Shen Qingyuan sat down beside her, "Mr. Song, since Mr. Li has lost his memory and he treated you like this, then let's remind him, shall we?"

Song Weiwei stared at her blankly, "How did you remind him?"

"Take him to the places you've been to before, and do what you've done before, and he will definitely remember." Shen Qingyuan encouraged her, "President Song, we all have to give it a try."

Song Weiwei clenched her fists slowly, now Li Baihan is more indifferent than when they first met, and also loathes her even more, "Can I do it?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Shen Qingyuan said.

Song Weiwei looked at the field of roses in front of her that was still blooming in the winter, and she gradually had hope in her heart, yes, how would she know if she didn't try, would he fall in love with her again?

Song Weiwei quickly established a psychological defense line, she can no longer be led by the nose by Li Baihan, she has to take the initiative.

She tidied up her mood and returned to the president's office area. The workers delivered the sofa she ordered, and she directed the workers to move into the president's office.

Li Baihan was still in the office, with Zhou Zheng standing beside him.

Zhou Zheng is Li Baihan's confidant, since he is back, Zhou Zheng should also return to Li Baihan's side, but seeing Song Weiwei at this moment, he is somewhat embarrassed and feels betrayed.

Song Weiwei took a look at him and asked someone to move the sofa in.

Li Baihan sat behind the huge desk, the dark lacquer made his facial features stern and majestic, he said coldly: "Whoever allows you to come in, move it out for me."

Song Weiwei said: "As I said, I have been working in this office, and now I am still the executive CEO. There is absolutely no reason to give up the office to you. Move in."

With a "pop", Li Baihan patted the table and stood up, staring at Song Weiwei coldly, "Song Weiwei, do you think I dare not do anything to you?"

Song Weiwei raised her head arrogantly, "Why, Boss Li hit his head and learned how to beat people?"

"You!" Li Baihan was burning with anger, looking at Song Weiwei with the desire to eat her, but Song Weiwei was not afraid of him at all, and still looked at him provocatively.

Li Baihan pursed his thin lips slightly, "Okay, since Mr. Song wants to share an office with me so much, then it's as you wish."

Song Weiwei was stunned for a moment, thinking that he would say such hurtful things, but he didn't expect him to back down.

The workers were terrified because of the confrontation between the two just now. Seeing Li Baihan's attitude now, they hurriedly installed the sofa, desk and office chair, and stayed away from this battlefield full of gunpowder.

After all the desks were put away, Song Weiwei took a look at the office. Half of it was pure black, half of it was girlish pink. They were really quite distinct.

Shen Qingyuan came in to deliver the documents. Seeing the situation in the office, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while. She looked down at the documents in her hand, and she didn't know who to send them to.

Song Weiwei spoke first, "Bring it here and let me have a look."

Li Baihan leaned on the boss chair, and said coldly, "Bring it to me."

Shen Qingyuan looked at Song Weiwei, then at Li Baihan, her intestines were turning green with regret, why did she come in at this time?
Seeing Shen Qingyuan standing still, Song Weiwei raised her eyelids to look at her, she just felt her scalp go numb, just as she took two steps towards Song Weiwei, Li Baihan's cold voice came from her ear.

"Secretary Shen, don't you want to do it?"

"I think, I think." Shen Qingyuan nodded desperately. It was really difficult for her, who should see this document, "But, but this document was in charge of Mr. Song before, and Mr. Song has to look at it."

Li Bai gave Song Weiwei a cold look, and said, "President Song will leave the company soon, and all the projects in her hands will be transferred to me in the future."

"Oh, is that so?" Song Weiwei also looked back at him indifferently.

The atmosphere between the two was tense again, and Shen Qingyuan now had a feeling that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and she should have persuaded Song Weiwei not to share an office with Li Baihan.

Seeing the strong smell of gunpowder between them, the two of them enjoyed it, but it was hard for them.

Going out of the CEO's office, Shen Qingyuan's back was covered with cold sweat. When she saw Zhou Zheng, she quickly stopped him, "Secretary Zhou, wait a minute."

Zhou Zheng paused, and Shen Qingyuan had already rushed over, blocking his way. She said, "What's the situation now, wouldn't we have to be abused like this every day when we go in?"

Zhou Zheng touched his nose, "In principle, it should be."

"I'll go!" Shen Qingyuan broke down, "We are just workers, they want to play, can they go home and play, what are you doing to embarrass us?"

Zhou Zheng has been by Li Baihan's side for many years, he knows Li Baihan very well, he has been by his side these two days, and he has seen something. It is not so much that Li Baihan lost his memory, it is better to say that his memory has been tampered with.

And only the memory about Song Weiwei was tampered with, and he remembered the other things clearly.

"Be patient, it will pass."

"But……"

Zhou Zheng patted her on the shoulder, turned and left.

Shen Qingyuan was frantic standing there.

All afternoon, Song Weiwei sat behind her desk and worked. In fact, when Li Baihan came back, she handed over the company to him and left gracefully, but she couldn't do it.

If she left the Bailaimei Group, there would be no intersection between them at all, and there would be no future.

When she secretly looked at him for the nth time, Li Baihan's expression was completely dark, and he looked at her coldly, "Does Mr. Song like to secretly look at others so much?"

Song Weiwei was caught by him for peeping. She felt a little uncomfortable. She scratched her hair and said, "Look at what Boss Li said. I'm clearly looking at it openly."

Li Bai was very cold, did this frivolous woman want to seduce him again?

"Even if Mr. Song is very hungry, I'm not your type."

Song Weiwei bit her lower lip, took a deep breath for a few seconds, and then resisted not grabbing the document in her hand and smashing it at it. She remembered Li Baihan, a doggy man, and when he recovered his memory, she would settle the score with him.

Song Weiwei rested her chin in her hand, and said neither angry nor annoyed: "Oh, what a pity, Mr. Li is not my type. Even if I am hungry and thirsty, I won't do anything to you. Don't worry, Mr. Li."

Li Baihan gritted his teeth, "Song Weiyi, you are really the most shameless woman I have ever seen."

"Oh, Mr. Li is also the most self-indulgent man I've ever met." Song Weiwei said casually.

The two looked at each other, and the smell of gunpowder came out again. In the end, Li Baihan was defeated, and he said viciously, "I'm looking forward to the time when you slap me in the face."

"Hmph!" Song Weiwei turned her head.

The extension on her desk rang, she pressed the answer button, and the downstairs reception called, "Mr. Song, a courier from the same city delivered something to you, do you want him to come up?"

"Ah."

Song Weiwei turned off the extension button, and after a while, someone knocked on the door and came in. It was a very handsome little brother, wearing a yellow vest from the same city express, he was stunned when he entered the office, as if he hadn't expected the president's office of the country's number one company Here, it is such a cool and cute style of painting.

Song Weiwei saw that he was holding a bouquet of red roses and a box in his hand, she said, "Just put the things on the table."

The courier brother hurried over, put the flowers and cake on her desk, and left.

Song Weiwei picked up the bouquet of flowers, sniffed it on her nose, "It's really fragrant, and there's a card, let me see who gave it to me."

Sitting opposite Li Baihan, seeing the courier brother walking in with a bouquet of flowers, he was filled with anger.This woman's life is more ostentatious than he imagined, and she even sent flowers to the company. Do you think he is dead?
Song Weiwei opened the card, and there was only one sentence written on the card.

"Does your head still hurt?"

The signature was SH, and Song Weiwei guessed that the flowers were sent by Han Shuhuai. She felt a little guilty for no reason, and then her phone rang. She put down the card and picked up the phone to answer.

Han Shuhuai's gentle voice came from the other end, "Song Song, I heard that you went to work today, have you received the flowers? And your favorite red velvet cake, try it, I heard that when you are in a bad mood , you will be happy if you eat some sweets."

Song Weiwei smiled, and she said, "Thank you, I will eat well."

"Well, seeing you drinking so much last night, you must be in a bad mood. If you don't want to talk, I won't ask more questions, but if you want to talk, you can come to me and I will listen carefully." Han Shuhuai said The voice came through the phone, and it was so beautiful.

There was a distance between Li Baihan's desk and Song Weiwei's, but her phone's loudspeaker was too loud for him to hear clearly, and his face became darker and darker. He had long suspected that they were having an affair.

It seems that after he disappeared, they got along very well!
A mist appeared in Song Weiwei's eyes, she choked up, and said, "Yes."

"Song Song, I hope you are happy every day..." Han Shuhuai was still talking there, the phone in Song Weiwei's palm was suddenly taken away by a hand, she turned her head, and saw Li Baihan standing behind her with a gloomy expression , he was holding her mobile phone in his hand.

She hurried to grab it, "Give me back the phone."

"Song Song, what's wrong, who took your phone, Song Song?" Han Shuhuai asked anxiously when he heard her voice.

Li Baihan held the phone close to his ear, and said coldly: "Mr. Han, she is very happy by my side, and I don't need you to worry about it. If your love is overflowing, why don't you donate some to the children in poor mountainous areas."

"Li Baihan!" Song Weiwei gritted her teeth and snatched back the phone, the call had already been hung up, she glared at him angrily, "Why did you hang up on me?"

Li Baihan looked down at her, "Just because you are still my nominal wife, Song Weiyi, do you want to cuckold me and treat me as dead?"

"Yeah, haven't you been on the run for half a year? Aren't I very vicious in your heart? Why, don't you think that I will defend you like a jade?" Song Weiwei was furious, and said everything Li Baihan said to her. Throw it back to him.

Li Baihan's eyes were bloodshot, it was one thing to hear it, but another thing to see it with his own eyes. Seeing her triumphant look, he wanted to strangle her to death, and he did.

His slender and powerful hands grabbed her neck and pulled her towards him. Li Baihan's eyes were terrified, as if he wanted to eat someone, "Song Weiwei, do you think I dare not do anything to you?"

The vital point was pinched by him, Song Weiwei only felt that there was less air in and more out. The fear of dying made her struggle, and the flowers and cakes on the desk were swept to the ground by her, making a dull sound.

Shen Qingyuan heard the movement outside, rushed into the office uneasily, then stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him, "Li, President Li, stop!"

Li Baihan returned to his senses, he let go of Song Weiwei, and Song Weiwei fell powerlessly to the ground, Shen Qingyuan ran over quickly, saw the bruised and purple fingerprints on her neck, and said angrily: "Mr. Li, how could you be so To Mr. Song, Mr. Song, she..."

"Shut up, cough, cough..." Song Weiwei coughed violently, "Secretary Shen, help me out, cough, cough..."