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

Song Weiwei was in a complicated mood. When did capitalism become so easy to talk about? There must be something tricky about it.

She glanced over and saw that the man had slender fingers, and he was pinching the frame rhythmically, as if pinching her seven inches.

The back of her neck became stiff for a while, "Mr. Li, are my glasses interesting?"

The movements of Li Baihan's hands did not stop, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, and said casually: "Compared with glasses, I found another thing that is more fun."

Song Weiwei was shocked by his stare, "What?"

Li Baihan glanced at her hand tightly clutching the quilt, his lips curled up slightly, he picked up his glasses and gestured in front of her eyes, with a very bad attitude, "Guess."

Song Weiwei: "..."

She really couldn't understand his bad taste, and she didn't intend to follow his wishes and be teased by him.

"Boss Li, have you had enough fun? Can you return the glasses to me?" She reached for the glasses, but unexpectedly the man's reaction was quicker, and when his hand moved aside, she grabbed it.

She frowned and stared at him displeasedly, "President Li."

Li Baihan saw that she was like a cat in a hurry, about to stretch out its claws to scratch someone, so he returned the glasses to her kindly.

Seeing her skillfully put on the glasses, her palm-sized face was a little overwhelmed by the glasses, he frowned, but didn't say anything more.

He is not someone to her, so he has no position to control her.

"Is your stomach still hurting?"

Song Weiwei's cheeks flushed, because it was too embarrassing for her aunt to faint, especially when she was sent to the hospital by Li Baihan, it was even more embarrassing.

"Ah."

Li Baihan stood up and walked out, "Get up when the pain is gone, and take you to eat."

It wasn't until the door was closed that Song Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief. She touched her face and thought that Li Baihan didn't see anything, did she?
Even if he could tell, he probably wouldn't have thought that she was Song Weiwei, at most he thought they looked alike.

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Song Weiwei put on her shoes and went out. She scanned the corridor, but did not see Li Baihan, so she walked towards the air corridor.

From a distance, she saw Li Baihan standing with a man in a white coat.

They were about the same size, Li Baihan had his back to her, blocking the man tightly.

She walked over slowly, and when she got close, she heard a slightly familiar male voice, "The test results are out, and the condition is good, and I will come back for a review in two months."

"I'm busy." Li Baihan said.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to come. Don't take your body seriously. The master said that 30 years old is your hurdle, and you will live a long life if you pass it."

Li Baihan said sarcastically, "You are a top student in the medical field, don't believe in the scalpel in your hand, and believe in the nonsense of a monk?"

"Brother, I'd rather believe in something than nothing." Li Qingcheng said.

Li Bai snorted coldly, turned around and wanted to leave.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Song Weiwei standing a few steps away from them. He frowned, "When did you come and how long have you been eavesdropping?"

"He said 30 years old is your threshold." Song Weiwei looked at Li Qingcheng, her heart was shaken.

When she married Li Baihan back then, Li Qingcheng was studying for a doctor of medicine. She only met him once at the wedding, but she did not expect that he has become the chief doctor now.

But what shocked her was not this, but Li Baihan, why did Li Qingcheng say that 30 years old was his threshold?
Li Bai smiled coldly, "Congratulations, you hold a bargaining chip that can make the company's stock price drop continuously."