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

Li Baihan dusted off the cigarette ash, looked at her through the thin white smoke, as deep as a cold pool, "You don't want to go with me?"

"How could it be?" Song Weiwei flicked her drooping hair, "But that sculptor is not well-known, since you want to give jade to the old man, why did you refuse Miss Miao's wish in the morning?"

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

Song Weiwei simply discussed the matter, the jade snuff bottle that Miao Yiren brought was better than her in terms of material and carving craftsmanship, since he still planned to give the same thing to Grandpa Li, that snuff bottle was the best choice.

"I didn't say that the market value of the jade snuff bottle brought by Ms. Miao is more than 200 million at least. You don't appreciate her spending so much effort to please you..."

Before she finished speaking, Li Baihan dropped his cigarette butt, stepped back from his chair and walked towards her.

She was taken aback, "Why?"

Li Baihan tugged on his tie irritably, his muscular arms were wrapped around his muscular arms by a white shirt, and his whole body exuded a rush of wildness.

The leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor, and the sound of steady footsteps gradually approached. Song Weiwei watched his movements vigilantly, until his tall figure almost overlapped her body, she couldn't help but take a step back.

"you……"

Li Baihan's slender fingers pinched her chin, forcing her to look up to meet his displeased gaze, "Song Weiwei, do you think I'm poor and crazy?"

Song Weiwei's chin was pinched by him, and the smooth lines of her neck were slightly pulled. She looked at him puzzled, "Why do you say that?"

"You can't even afford a mere 200 million snuff bottle. What if you're poor and crazy?"

He seemed to be very angry, the strength of his fingers increased with his voice, Song Weiwei couldn't help laughing angrily, "How can Mr. Li, who is worth hundreds of billions, be so poor and crazy? I just think that you don't even care about 200 million snuff bottles." , The snuff bottle I picked was only 25 yuan, which is not enough."

"It's not about the value of the gift, it's about the thought." Li Baihan's finger bones relaxed, and his slightly cool fingertips gently stroked her chin.

This action is somewhat ambiguous, like flirting.

Song Weiwei tilted her head back, but she couldn't avoid his beautiful fingers that followed him everywhere, so she had to raise her hand and slap it away, "President Li insists on choosing it by himself, what else can I do, but don't forget to pay overtime pay .”

"You've lost your money." Li Baihan lowered his hands, unable to bear the yelling at her.

Song Weiwei rubbed her sore chin, "I can't help it, I'm just so realistic."

Going to work on the first day of the long vacation, other departments are still working overtime, but the boss and secretary in the CEO's office leave work on time.

Song Weiwei found out the last invoice in advance, called the jade shop, and told them not to reveal her last carving.

She didn't want Li Baihan to know that she could sculpt.

When the two walked out of the company building, Miao Yiren's car came out of the underground parking lot. Seeing that they did not stand there waiting for the car, but walked up the overpass side by side, she followed them in a mysterious way.

The two chatted from time to time, their posture was not intimate, but there was a sense of isolation that others could not get in.

She sat in the car and watched their backs gradually disappear into the shopping mall across the street before she drove away reluctantly.

In the deafening bar, the sound of vocals and music intertwined, young men and women twisted their waists wildly on the stage, and a group of demons danced wildly for a while.

The bar door opened, and a woman wearing a leopard-print vest and wine-red leather skirt walked in. Her hair was permed into an afro, black eyeliner and red lips, and exaggerated makeup.

She went in and sat down in a remote corner.

After a while, someone came down from the dance floor, took a wine bottle, walked to her table and sat down. The man had dyed yellow hair, his facial features were very evil, and his two flowery arms made him not easy to provoke.

The woman raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, her voice was lowered: "Where's Brother Xiao?"

"Brother Xiao is inconvenient to show up recently, let me come over to meet with you, have you brought the money and materials?" The yellow-haired man smelled of alcohol and tobacco, very smoky.

The woman didn't seem to trust him very much. She hesitated for a moment, took out a card and a photo from her bag, and said in a low voice, "There is 50 in the card, and I will pay the other half after it is done."

The yellow-haired man picked up the photo and looked at it, and said with disgust: "You are so ugly, you can't beat her, tsk tsk, you are not attractive enough, why don't you play with my brothers, we promise to train you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped by the woman, Huang Mao suddenly became angry, "You dare to hit me, you want to die!"

The woman stared at him sullenly, her eyes made his spine tingle, he knew she was an important customer of Brother Xiao, so he didn't dare to drop his raised hand, he spit angrily, "Playing in front of me!" What the hell, I have the ability to control your man."

Huang Mao picked up the bank card and photos and left cursing. The woman watched him re-enter the dance floor. After a while, she got up and left the bar.

And just after she left, a figure also followed out of the bar and disappeared into the vast night.

Song Weiwei led Li Baihan to turn left and right, and finally came to the jade counter. The salesman still remembered her and greeted her warmly, "Miss Song, our store has just entered a batch of top-quality green jade, do you want to take a look? "

Li Baihan looked at the counter, the decoration was as magnificent as the jewelry counters in the mall, but it lacked the antique temperament.

He glanced briefly at the finished products on the shelf, none of the carvings could compare to that snuff bottle, "Did you really buy it here last time?"

Song Weiwei nodded, "Yes, it's here."

Li Baihan frowned, obviously he didn't pay attention to this jade counter, after all, he always went to buy antiques in that kind of old shop, the inside was lit with Zen incense, and he looked tall at the first sight.

No matter how bad it is, it will be auctioned at the auction site.

Song Weiwei glanced at him, and then went to pick jade stones. Uncut jade stones looked ordinary and ordinary. She looked at more than a dozen pieces in a row, and finally found a rough stone suitable for carving.

"Boss Li, how about this one?"

Li Baihan looked up and saw that she was weighing it in her hand like picking a watermelon, and he said, "What can it carve?"

"My boy's birthday greetings, what do you think?" Song Weiwei's eyes lit up slightly. She was influenced by Mr. Li and has a lot of research on jade antiques.

Although she has brought Chen Chen with her these years, she has never given up on her studies. The boy holding the lotus carved last time was just a small test.

If time is not tight this time, she can take it home and slowly carve and polish it.

Li Baihan lowered his eyes, looking at her somewhat excited expression, "I think the same as you, but are you sure they can carve the effect we want?"

Song Weiwei said: "President Li, don't worry, I will pay if the carving is broken."

Li Baihan looked into her shining eyes, and suddenly a strange feeling flashed in his heart. He didn't expect that Song Weiyi also liked jade.