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

Li Baihan was discharged from the hospital the next morning. Now that he had recovered his memory, it was impossible to pretend that the events of the past few months had never happened. He immediately prepared a generous gift and went to the Song family to plead guilty.

Song Weiwei watched him load boxes of gifts into the car, she leaned against the car door, white mist kept coming out of her mouth, "Are you really going?"

Li Baihan lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, and said, "Well, trust me, husband."

Song Weiwei blushed, "Who are you husband, I don't admit it."

Li Baihan was about to look at her with a smile, his indescribable rage made Song Weiwei's cheeks getting hotter and hotter, remembering that he couldn't restrain his impatience in the hospital bed last night.

Song Chenchen was lying next to them, but this person had no scruples,

She coughed softly, "Anyway, if my parents beat you up, I won't talk to you. Who made you so hateful a while ago!"

Li Baihan continued to put things into the trunk, and he didn't close the trunk until it was full.

He walked up to Song Weiwei, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her on the tip of the nose, "It's my fault. From now on, I will do whatever my wife asks me to do, and I will never refute."

"That's about the same." Song Weiwei said with a smile.

Li Baihan hugged her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, took a deep breath of the familiar breath, and said with emotion: "Weiwei, I am truly alive now."

Song Weiwei's eyes were sore, and she wrapped her arms around his waist with her arms that were hanging by her side, and said with a sob: "Mr. Li, welcome home!"

The two hugged each other quietly in the snow for a long time before Li Baihan opened the back seat door, "Get in the car, we can still catch lunch now."

"You still want to have lunch, it would be nice if my parents didn't kick you out."

"It's okay, I have a thick skin, they can't drive me away." Li Baihan said with a smile.

Song Weiwei was about to bend down and sit in, when she suddenly remembered something, she backed out again and said, "Li Baihan, I, I want to try what it's like to sit in the passenger seat."

Li Baihan frowned slightly, he still remembered the hurt expression on her face when he pulled away the passenger seat yesterday, "Weiwei, don't be kidding, traumatic stress disorder is not so easy to overcome."

Song Weiwei looked up at him with firm eyes, "I want to try, if it doesn't work, you can stop at any time."

Li Baihan met her gaze, and after a while, he was defeated, and he said: "Okay, then don't be brave, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me, I will stop at any time."

"Yes." Song Weiwei nodded.

Li Baihan took her hand and came to the passenger seat, he opened the car door, looked down at Song Weiwei, "Weiwei, don't be brave, you must tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Song Weiwei took a deep breath and sat in the passenger seat.

Before the car started, she already felt a little dizzy, but she could still overcome it, and she would definitely be able to overcome the psychological barrier.

Li Baihan looked at her worriedly. In fact, he knew why she tried to sit in the passenger seat. She wanted to completely abandon the past and live the future life wholeheartedly.

She doesn't want to be trapped in the shadow given to her by Miaoyiren anymore, she wants to move forward.

Li Baihan closed the car door, and he sat in the driver's cab, seeing Song Weiwei's eyelashes trembling uncomfortably, he wanted to say forget it a few times, but in the end he held back.

He leaned over, Song Weiwei suddenly shrank towards the door, she looked at him vigilantly, and said, "What's wrong?"

Li Baihan just laughed, "Weiwei, you're too nervous, relax a bit, I'll put your seat belt on."

Song Weiwei's tense nerves eased a little. She saw Li Baihan's hand over her, pulling the seat belt on, then leaned over and kissed her on the lips, "Okay, let's go."

Song Weiwei clenched her hands on her knees.

The front seat has a wide view, and can have a panoramic view of the road ahead. With the sound of the engine, the car started slowly, and the picture of her falling off the cliff that year flashed in her mind.

She clenched her hands into fists, her face became paler and paler, her whole body began to break out in cold sweat, and her stress response burst out all of a sudden.

While driving, Li Baihan paid attention to her reaction, seeing her tightly closed eyes, cold sweat rolling down her forehead, he felt guilty and distressed.

He remembered that time when he asked her to pick him up at the club, she didn't drive, but took a taxi on the side of the road, she sat in the passenger seat, her face was pale, her sleeves were windless and automatic.

He felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and stretched out a hand to hold her hand, "Weiwei, can you still hold on? If not, I'll pull over and stop. Don't force yourself."

"I'm okay, you can drive." Song Weiwei's voice was trembling.

She believes that she can overcome it, Miaoyiren is dead, she can no longer let anything related to her affect her, she must survive, and completely cut Miaoyiren from her life.

Li Baihan pursed his lips tightly, but Song Weiwei didn't say stop, so naturally he wouldn't stop, he held her hand tightly, wanting to share some of this pain for her.

After driving for a while, Song Weiwei slowly opened her tightly closed eyes. She looked at the open road ahead, and the despair and pain were slowly disappearing.

She followed his hand and looked to the side, seeing the man's resolute side face, her heart was filled with emotion.

She is not alone anymore, and in the long life to come, no matter what happens, he will be by her side, so what is there to be afraid of?
At this moment, Li Baihan felt her gaze and looked at her. The two looked at each other. Song Weiwei smiled at him, "Li Baihan, I let go."

Yeah, she let it go.

The doctor once said that if she couldn't let go of her knot, she would never be able to overcome it.

But she has his love, and his love is the only light to redeem her.

Li Baihan glanced at the road ahead, held her hand and put it to his lips, kissed the back of her hand, and said gently: "I know, nothing can trap you, Weiwei, we will be happy in the future .”

"Ah."

The car drove into Song's residence, Song's mother and Song Yuheng stood outside the door, Song's mother was wrapped in a mink, looking rich and elegant, she was relieved when she saw the car driving in.

The car was parked under the porch, and Song Weiwei got off the passenger seat, both Mother Song and Song Yuheng were shocked.

They all knew that Song Weiwei had stress disorder, she had never sat in the passenger seat, but seeing her as a normal person at the moment, they were all surprised, "Song Song, can you sit in the passenger seat now?"

Song Weiwei nodded vigorously, "Yes, I can sit now."

Song's mother looked her up and down, and saw that her face was pale, but her eyes were particularly bright, so she was relieved, "It's good if you can overcome it, Song Song, don't force yourself in everything."

"Ok, I know."

Li Baihan opened the trunk and moved boxes of gifts out of the car. Aunt Rong quickly ordered the servants to move them, "My lord, let us do these things, you go in quickly."

Mother Song snorted coldly, "Aunt Rong, if you let him move, can such a small thing still tire him?"

Aunt Rong smiled awkwardly, knowing that her wife wanted to show off Li Baihan, Aunt Rong said, "Yes, yes, I can't be tired, I'm just afraid that Song Song will be distressed."

Song Weiwei took Song's mother's arm and called coquettishly, "Mom!"

Song's mother glared at her, turned her head away, "It's really a girl who doesn't want to stay, come in, it's freezing outside."

Mother Song walked into the living room with Song Weiwei on her arm, Li Baihan helped carry some boxes in, Song Yuheng also carried two boxes, and walked into the villa with Li Baihan side by side.

He said: "My mother loves Song Song very much. What you have done recently made her have a lot of opinions on you. It is only because of Song Song's face that she let you into the house. Be good."

Li Baihan smiled wryly and nodded, "It's my fault that made my mother-in-law worry."

Song Yuheng gave him a self-conscious look, and walked in first.

Song Chenchen followed Song Yuheng back to the Song residence in the morning, and when he heard they were coming, he quickly ran down the stairs, and rushed to Li Baihan's side. Li Baihan just put down his things, and leaned over to hug him.

"Chenchen, what are you doing?"

"I'm learning Italian, Shushu, are you here today to propose a marriage, to marry my mother?" Song Chenchen saw those big boxes, all of which had happy words on them.

He had seen it on TV, and he would bring such a box to the door when proposing marriage.

Li Baihan rubbed his forehead against his forehead, nose against nose, and said, "Well, I want to marry your mother, what should you call me from now on?"

Song Chenchen is not that stupid, he said: "Then you have to change your mouth after you get married. Grandma said, you have to change my red envelope."

"Little clever ghost." Li Baihan said with a smile.

Mother Song waved to Song Chenchen, "Chenchen, come to grandma."

Li Baihan bent down and put him on the ground, and Song Chenchen trotted up to Song's mother. Song's mother was graceful and luxurious, with an amiable face, and she said, "Chenchen, your mother won't be able to keep her. Will she go to Shushu's house together, or continue to live in grandma's house?"

"I, I want to live with my mother." Song Chenchen twisted her fingers uneasily, afraid that Song's mother would call him a white-eyed wolf who didn't know how to raise him.

Although Song's mother already knew the answer, she was still a little lonely, "You are all gone, and this family is deserted."

Li Baihan said next to him, "We will go home and live at weekends."

Song's mother was obviously still dissatisfied with Li Baihan, she said: "I haven't even agreed to marry Song Song to you, what are you proud of?"

Li Baihan: "..."

Seeing Li Baihan's deflated appearance, Song Weiwei lowered her head and snickered. It seems that the only person who can restrain Li Baihan in the future is her mother, her mother is so mighty.

Seeing that he was still standing, Song's mother said, "What are you doing there? It looks tall, or is my sofa not worthy for you, a tall president like you, to sit on?"

Li Baihan sat down quickly.

Who made him do too many things that hurt Song Weiwei before, and now his mother-in-law asked him to stand outside in the snow, and he didn't complain.

"What did Mom say?"

Song's mother felt a lot more relieved when he called her mother, but she still didn't want to just let him go, "Mr. Li, my Song Song is our apple of the eye, it's not so easy for you to marry her."

Li Baihan nodded, "That's natural."

"It's good that you know." Mother Song snorted coldly, "We are very dissatisfied with what you did before, and we don't have the confidence to marry Song Song to you. Think about it yourself, how to make up for her, otherwise this marriage , we will not agree."

Song Weiwei gently shook Mother Song's arm, hoping that she would not embarrass Li Baihan too much.

Song's mother glared at her, and continued to say forcefully: "The last time you got married, Song Song didn't have any relatives by your side, this time we're going to hold a grand wedding, let everyone know that you married Song Song from our family, it can be done Is it?"

Li Baihan quickly said: "It can be done, I will do it if you don't tell me."

"And your company has to own half of Song Song's, do you agree?" Song's mother didn't mention this matter for money, but because of Li Baihan's reluctance.

Li Baihan said seriously: "I have already asked the lawyer to draft the documents to transfer all the properties under my name to Weiwei's name. At that time, I will be a humble worker working for her, and let her pay me wages."

Song Weiwei was shocked, "Why didn't you discuss it with me?"

Li Baihan looked at her affectionately, "There's no need to discuss, I've already made up my mind, Weiwei, you are enough for me."

These words were so touching that even Song's mother, who was deliberately stern, was moved. She didn't expect Li Baihan to do this for Song Song, so she was completely relieved, "If that's the case, then I have nothing to say , We don't care about the previous things with you, but Li Baihan, if you hurt Song Song again, we will never forgive you."

"No more." Li Baihan promised.

Song's mother had nothing to criticize him anymore, she said: "Okay, I've said everything I should and shouldn't say, I just hope you can live a good life in the future."

"I know, Mom."

Song's mother is a woman after all, and she was happy to be coaxed by his mother. She waved her hand and said, "It's alright, alright."

Song's father came over and talked to Li Baihan about some things in the mall. Weng and his son-in-law chatted very speculatively. Song Weiwei listened for a while, and then accompanied Song Chenchen upstairs to learn Italian.

In the children's room, Song Chenchen sat cross-legged by the bed and asked Song Weiwei, "Mom, are you really getting married?"

Song Weiwei nodded, "Yes."

Song Chenchen felt a little uneasy, "Then after you get married, will you have a baby?"

Song Weiwei felt the uneasiness in her heart. She touched his head and said, "Chenchen, whether you have a baby or not, you are our son, and this will never change."

Song Chenchen lowered his head, "But I'm afraid that if you have a little brother, you won't like me anymore."

"Little fool," Song Weiwei said, "you are the flesh that fell from my body, how could I not like you, Chenchen, no matter how many babies we have in the future, you are the one we love the most, you know?"

Song Chenchen twisted his hands together, "Well, Mom, I will love my younger siblings in the future."

Song Weiwei smiled.

The two chatted for a while, and someone knocked on the door. Song Weiwei turned her head to look, and when she saw Li Baihan push the door in, she smiled, "Have you finished chatting with Dad?"

"Well, Dad is very good at chatting, I didn't notice it when I came here before." Li Baihan walked in, looked at the children's room, and could see that it was carefully arranged.

He walked to the desk and saw the Italian original books spread out, with notes written in immature handwriting. It could be seen that Song Chenchen was studying it. He heard from Song Weiwei last night that Song Chenchen started to learn Italian and French during the winter vacation.

Seeing that the book was in the original language, he was startled, "Chenchen has learned such a deep level of Italian now?"

"Well, the teacher has finished teaching the pronunciation, now let him read some picture books and look up the reference books by himself to deepen his impression of the words." Song Weiwei said, "Chenchen has a very good language talent, and he has never been confused when learning both languages ​​at the same time. "

Li Baihan looked at his son and praised him with a smile, "My son is really amazing, and he will definitely be better than me and your mother in the future."

Song Chenchen lowered his head shyly, the uneasiness in his heart was dissipated a lot because of Li Baihan's proud tone, he thought, children are really easy to be coaxed.