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

As Li Baihan said, he gnawed on it. He really gnawed, and the force was not light at all. Soon, Song Weiwei tasted the smell of blood. She tried her best to dodge, but the man's lips followed her everywhere.

Song Weiwei felt humiliated, the disparity in strength between men and women was too great, and she was pressed under him again, unable to move except her head, she said angrily: "Li Baihan, get out of here!"

"Well", she snorted, Li Baihan bit her, her lips were burning and painful, she felt the bloody smell between her lips and teeth getting stronger and stronger, this bastard, he actually bit her.

Song Weiwei also lost her temper. Even if the difference in strength between the two was too great, as long as she struggled to death, she would not believe that he could really restrain him.

Thinking of this, she struggled even harder, but originally Li Baihan just pressed her down and did nothing else, but as she struggled, their bodies got closer and closer.

Then she felt it.

"Don't move!" Li Baihan's breathing was messy, he tightly held Song Weiwei's arm, and a look of embarrassment flashed across Jun's face.

He obviously hated her to death, biting her just now was all about venting his emotions, but he didn't expect that his body was very honest with her, so he gritted his teeth and stared at her.

Song Weiwei also became embarrassed.

She had mixed feelings, "Li Baihan, is it because Xie Lingyu didn't satisfy you, you came to me to vent, I tell you, if you dare to touch a finger of mine, I will make you a eunuch for the rest of your life."

Li Baihan's breath was disturbed. Hearing Song Weiwei's threat, he rubbed against her body viciously, "Aren't you dissatisfied with your desires? I haven't passed my hundred years, so I'm in a hurry to flirt with other men."

Song Weiwei's cheeks turned red, why is this bastard so shameless?
She gritted her teeth and said, "Let me go!"

Li Baihan was really afraid of going off the hook. He originally wanted to tease her again, but now he could only get up while laughing, "It seems that Han Shuhuai can't do it either, he can't satisfy you."

After Song Weiwei waited for him to get up, she quickly wrapped herself in the quilt and rolled aside, glaring at him fiercely, "Stop talking nonsense, Shuhuai and I are innocent, unlike you, we are both living in other people's homes."

Sitting by the bed, Li Baihan tried his best to suppress the depression in his body. He didn't expect that when he touched Song Weiwei, he would lose control like this.

He took a deep breath, "It's better to do as you said, otherwise you just wait for me."

Song Weiwei curled up on the bed, looked at his back, her eyes were a little hot, she said, "Go out, I don't want to see you now."

Li Baihan slowed down, finally feeling better, he stood up, slammed the door and went out without looking back.

The lounge quickly returned to silence, Song Weiwei relaxed her body, she raised her hand to touch her lips, the pain was burning, she cursed in her heart, Li Baihan you bastard!

Her lips must have been swollen and torn.

Thinking of this, she secretly resented that she didn't bite back a few more bites just now, and should have made his mouth swollen!

Song Weiwei was sweating all over when she was struggling just now, she went to the closet to get a change of clothes, went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on her clothes before going out, the huge office was very quiet.

Li Baihan was sitting on his seat, looking down at the documents, and he drew with a pen from time to time, with a particularly focused expression.

Noticing that Song Weiwei came out of the lounge, he didn't look at her, but said calmly: "I just had porridge brought over, eat some yourself, the doctor said you have indigestion, so eat less barbecue and hot pot in the future."

Song Weiwei pursed her lower lip and pulled the wound on her lip. She "hissed" twice, hating her to death.

What are you dragging, why does she rarely drink his porridge?
Song Weiwei didn't want to eat what was cheap, she picked up the bag on the chair and was about to leave.

Seeing that she didn't follow his orders, Li Baihan frowned, looked up at her, and said in a low voice, "What's going on again, do you want me to suppress it violently?"

Song Weiwei paused, and met the man's gloomy and terrifying eyes. She knew what he said was true.

The two faced each other in silence for a few seconds, and saw Li Baihan picked up the cap of his pen and closed it, as if he really wanted to come over and suppress her by force, she turned back resentfully, and said sarcastically, "I'm not someone like you, I want you to take care of me."

Li Baihan leaned on the back of the chair, and raised his hand to massage his sore neck.

Seeing her sitting back on the chair like a proud peacock, the pink chair and the pink table looked awkward before, but now they are slowly becoming more pleasing to the eye.

He said: "If you make your stomach like that, if no one cares about you, you will go to heaven."

Song Weiwei: "..."

The words "God" coming out of his mouth are definitely not good words.

She took the wooden lunch box and opened it. Inside was a small box of porridge, two side dishes, and a snack, which were all her favorites. She frowned and looked up at Li Baihan.

Did he remember?
But meeting his cold eyes, she knew she was thinking too much.

She picked up the spoon, the porridge should have been delivered just now, it was still hot and steaming, she took a sip of the porridge, salt was put in the porridge, the taste was very light, but it was quite delicious.

She said while eating: "Why do you care about me, don't you wish I could die?"

Li Baihan pursed his lips tightly, his lips were also bitten by her teeth, the pain made the corners of his eyes twitch, and he said impetuously: "Yes, I wish you would die, but I didn't want you to die of illness."

Song Weiwei sneered, "Thank you, you actually arranged for me to die."

Li Baihan: "..."

After the two of them met again, they never talked without guns and sticks. He had long been used to it, but probably because of the accident in the lounge just now, he couldn't help but have other thoughts.

Undoubtedly, when he hugged her, he felt very warm, as if he was holding something he had lost in his arms again, and that sense of satisfaction made his soul tremble.

But obviously he hates her so much, hates her for plotting against him, and for betraying him, why does he still have the feeling of happiness that just holding her in his arms is like owning the whole world?

Is he crazy?
Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Weiwei didn't speak, and she lowered her head to eat.

But she keenly felt that their current confrontation is different from before, it seems that since he kissed her in the lounge, the atmosphere between them is no longer as tense as before, but more vague ambiguous.

The night was dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. After Song Weiwei finished her meal, she closed the box. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a knock on the door in the office. Before they could speak, the other party rushed in through the door.

Song Weiwei turned her head to look, and seeing a bright and moving face, her face suddenly turned dark.

Xie Lingyu walked in gracefully. She looked at the two people in the CEO's office who were clearly divided. One side was dark and the other was pink. She smiled slightly, "I didn't disturb your work, did I?"

Song Weiwei leaned on the back of the chair and said with a sneer, "I've already disturbed you, so why bother to ask hypocritically?"

Xie Lingyu was not annoyed either. She walked to the desk and saw that the supplies on her desk were all pink. She said, "Miss Song, I didn't expect you to be so girlish. I really didn't see it before."

Song Weiwei used to be cool, even her clothes were mostly black, white and grey, she looked like she had no desires and desires, which was annoying to look at, but now she was seen wearing a black suit sitting among a pile of pink, which was a bit cute in contrast.

Well, if she were Lily, I would definitely like her.

The corners of Song Weiwei's eyes twitched. When someone sent pink office supplies, she was disgusted by Li Baihan. Li Baihan is a natural straight man, and he doesn't like pink things very much.

She remembered that in Beicheng, when they were newly married, she bought a pink mobile phone case.

Obviously pink is so pretty, but he just doesn't like it.

"An 80-year-old lady still has a girlish heart, why can't I?" Song Weiwei choked.

Xie Lingyu giggled, smiling like an old hen, "I just think it's cute, Brother Han, Miss Song is actually quite suitable for pink, because she usually likes to dress herself up old-fashioned, so cute too much."

Li Baihan glanced over, and he also felt that Song Weiwei's usual clothes were quite old-fashioned.

The wardrobe in the rest room is basically full of suits and white shirts, and she doesn't seem to be too lazy to match them, so she wears them all in sets.

But in addition to being old-fashioned, it also gives people a sense of abstinence, making people want to take off her clothes to reveal the soft inner side, to see how distraught and fascinated she is when she fades away.

"Cough cough!"

Realizing that his thoughts were running wildly towards the edge of the city, he quickly pulled back. When he looked at Song Weiwei again, his eyes were a little dodgy. This scene was captured by Xie Lingyu.

She raised her eyebrows, she was away all afternoon, what happened between these two people?

Why is there no more tension between them like noon, but there is still a faint ambiguity lingering around, what did she miss?
She walked over, leaned over and held Li Baihan's arm affectionately, keenly aware of the man's rejection of her approaching, and he didn't reject her until noon.

She pretended not to notice anything, and said with a smile: "I booked a western restaurant, let's go to have a candlelight dinner."

As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw that Li Baihan's lips were torn, which was obviously caused by someone biting them out. She thought that Song Weiwei's lips were also swollen just now, and her eyes flickered.

She really shouldn't have let the two of them get along with each other alone. Seeing that the gun went off so quickly, she underestimated Li Baihan's feelings for Song Weiwei.

Song Weiwei saw their intimacy as if no one else was around, and the porridge she had just eaten was swelling in her stomach. She stood up and walked out, intending to keep out of sight so as not to piss herself off.

She walked out of the office with sour eyes.

Seeing her coming out, Shen Qingyuan rushed up to meet her, "President Song, why did you come out? I saw Xie Lingyu go in just now, you shouldn't let them be alone."

Song Weiwei frowned, and said coldly, "Can I still stare at them forever?"

When she got close, Shen Qingyuan saw that her lips were torn and there was a small tooth mark. She was stunned, "Mr. Song, your lips are torn. You were bitten by Mr. Li, right?"

Song Weiwei saw that she was laughing like a fool, she pursed her lips, her face turned pale from the pain, and she said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Oh, seeing how fast you guys are progressing, then I won't worry about it. You don't know that Mr. Li called me suddenly in the afternoon and asked me to call the doctor. I was scared to death. I thought he had done something to you again."

Shen Qingyuan paused, "In the end, I went in with the doctor and saw you lying on the bed in the lounge with a pale face and cold sweat dripping from your forehead. The doctor checked and said that you had a low-grade fever caused by indigestion. You ate so much at noon. If you roast more meat, I'm afraid that your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Song Weiwei looked a little embarrassed, "Okay, this matter can be exposed."

Shen Qingyuan smiled, knowing that she was embarrassed, she said: "I saw Mr. Li's nervous look, and thought he remembered everything. Alas, it would be great if you could go back to the past, how loving you were back then."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Song Weiwei didn't want to recall the past, the more she recalled the past, the more bitter and tired she felt now, she wanted to knock on Li Baihan's head and ask him if he poured all the water in the sea into it.

She was walking towards the elevator, and her distraught figure was reflected on the metal wall, only then did she realize that she hadn't taken out her bag.

She turned around to get her bag, and as soon as she opened the door, she saw Li Baihan hugging Xie Lingyu, she stood stiffly at the door, staring at them in a daze.

Probably because he didn't expect Song Weiwei to leave and come back again, Li Baihan pushed Xie Lingyu away in an instant, looking like he was caught raped in bed.

Xie Lingyu stroked her hair lightly, looked up at Song Weiwei, she smiled lightly and said, "Did Miss Song leave something?"

Song Weiwei's hands and feet were stiff, her gaze swept from Xie Lingyu to Li Baihan, and then back to Xie Lingyu, feeling a dull pain in her heart, she said with a cold face: "If you two want to make out, please go home or go Hotel, this is the office, don't pollute the air here."

Xie Lingyu raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Miss Song, don't worry, we are a couple, how can there be no sparks when couples are together, but we will pay attention next time, and we must go to places where you can't see before making out .”

Song Weiwei bit her teeth sorely, she really wanted to tear off Xie Lingyu's smiling face.

She strode in, picked up her bag, and slammed the door out without looking back.

Xie Lingyu shrugged, and looked at Li Baihan, "Miss Song has such a temper. Fortunately, the door of the office is strong, so she won't break it no matter how much you drop it."

Annoyed, Li Baihan took a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit it. He took a puff and exhaled a puff of smoke. The smoke blurred his face. He thought of the feeling of hugging Xie Lingyu just now.

It was numb, he didn't feel anything special at all.

If there was anything, it was because he wanted to push her away immediately, and he didn't want to have any further contact with her.

But why, when he hugged Song Weiwei on the bed just now, he was not satisfied, he even wanted more, wanted her to cry, wanted her to beg for mercy, wanted her to turn into a puddle of water for him.

Xie Lingyu leaned on the desk and looked at him obsessively. She likes men who smoke, and she finds men who puff smoke very attractive, which makes her heart flutter.

She leaned over to take a puff on his hand.