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

"vomit!"

Song Weiwei lay on the toilet and vomited faintly. She didn't have the slightest arrogance when she slammed the wine glass and said harsh words just now. Her whole stomach was burning.

It wasn't until she vomited out her stomach that there was nothing left to vomit, then she stopped in anger.

Li Baihan leaned against the door, watched her finish vomiting, handed over a bottle of water, "gargle."

Song Weiwei had no strength at all. She sat on the floor tiles, not afraid of getting her clothes dirty, "I have no strength."

Li Baihan's expression was gloomy. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle, squatted halfway in front of her, supported her head with one hand, and put the mouth of the bottle to her mouth with the other, "Drink."

Song Weiwei took a sip of water from his hand and rinsed her mouth a few times. She shook her head, expressing that she didn't want to drink anymore.

Li Baihan screwed on the bottle cap, leaned over and picked her up.

Song Weiwei nestled quietly in his arms. At this moment, she was very dizzy, as if she had been spun [-] times while sitting on a chair, and she was so dizzy that she couldn't find her way.

Li Baihan looked down at her pale lips, knowing that she was not feeling well, so he pursed his thin lips even tighter.

"What can you do if you can't drink?"

The man's voice came through the thick fog, and it became indistinct in Song Weiwei's ears, but she still understood it, and she said: "Some people like to persuade you to drink, and they know you don't like drinking, but they want to come together to annoy you. We subdued him once, and then he will be afraid when he sees us, and he will not dare to persuade us again."

Hearing that she spoke clearly, Li Baihan was not sure if she was drunk, "Who taught you how?"

"My second brother." Song Weiwei said.

It was not easy for Song Yuanzhuo to come to Beicheng to work hard. Even with the backing of the Song family in Jiangcheng, he still couldn't afford to live in a place full of princes and grandchildren in Beicheng.

Sometimes in order to grab business, I drink with people and get stomach bleeding, and I have to get up the next day and continue to work hard.

Later, Song Yuanzhuo opened Gaofan headhunting company, with the core of providing the top talents, creating a precedent for high-quality headhunting companies.

The company is famous, so Song Yuanzhuo naturally doesn't need to drink anymore to attract business. Occasionally, he meets some uninterested people and insists on letting him drink. He only drinks a big glass, and puts the other party down, and no one will persuade him to drink again next time.

Li Baihan's heart moved, this was the first time she mentioned her family to him, "Song Yuanzhuo?"

"My second brother is super powerful... Super powerful..." Song Weiwei muttered, her voice gradually weakened, and after a while, her voice disappeared.

Li Baihan looked down, only seeing the top of her hairy hair.

He clicked helplessly and left the bathroom with her in his arms. He believed that after today, no one in Beicheng would dare to persuade him to drink again. He would drink liquor with a beer glass, and Secretary Song would be considered famous in one battle.

The person in his arms was very light, Li Baihan carried her all the way out of the hotel.

Miao Yiren stood outside the hotel, the night wind lifted her skirt, her figure looked a little thin, she looked up and saw Li Baihan coming out with Song Weiyi in his arms, she hurried up to meet her.

"Brother Han, what happened to Secretary Song?"

Li Baihan lifted his eyelids slightly, and seemed to glance at her, "Why are you still here after drinking some wine?"

"I just sent my aunt to the car, and I'm waiting for the driver to pick me up," Miao Yiren explained. In fact, she came by car, but she kept lingering outside the hotel just to wait for Li Baihan to come out, pretending that she was waiting for the car, and wanting him Give her a ride.

Li Baihan strode out of the hotel with Song Weiwei in his arms, and they were covered with gorgeous lights. There was no car outside the hotel, so Li Baihan walked into the night with Song Weiwei in his arms.

Miao Yiren quickly caught up with him, "Brother Han, don't you wait for the car to come?"

Li Baihan said indifferently: "The hotel is not far from Secretary Song's home, I will take her back."

"But..." Miao Yiren was terribly jealous. No matter how young Song Weiyi was, he was still an adult. He just carried her back and walked back. How could his arms bear it?
Li Baihan glanced at her lightly.

Miao Yiren only felt that his gaze made her feel cold, she lowered her eyes, "The night wind is so strong, I'm worried that Secretary Song will catch a cold, why don't we take a taxi?"

Li Baihan didn't stop, "No, it's too late, don't follow us, go back early."

Miao Yiren's footsteps stopped, and she was immediately one or two steps behind Li Baihan... Gradually, the distance between them became wider and wider.

Li Baihan's footsteps did not slow down at all. He didn't even know that Miao Yiren hadn't followed. He carried Song Weiwei onto the bridge and gradually disappeared into the night.

Miao Yiren stood where she was, under the street lamp, her face was pale and ferocious.

Song Weiyi, I can't spare you!

Song Weiwei didn't know that she had pulled up a little more hatred invisibly. At this moment, she felt very uncomfortable in her stomach, and the night wind made her very cold.

She felt that she was hiding in a dilapidated house with air leaks on all sides, and the chill engulfed her. She kept sticking to the only heat source, but she couldn't warm herself no matter what.

"cold……"

Li Baihan walked very fast, the person in his arms kept slipping into his arms, his eyes dimmed slightly, he raised his eyes to look at Longji International which was close at hand, he walked over quickly without even half a stop in his footsteps.

Back at the apartment, Li Baihan put the sleeping woman in his arms on the sofa, he went to the bathroom and twisted a hot towel to wipe her face and hands.

She smelled very strong of alcohol, mixed with that faint milky aroma, and had a unique taste.

After Li Baihan cleaned her up, he got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Don't look at her looking thin, she was quite heavy after holding her for a long time. The water flowed over his shoulders and arms, and the muscles began to ache. He raised his arms and let the water jet hit the muscle lines to relieve the soreness.

Half an hour later, he came out of the bathroom with wet hair on his head. He was casually wrapped in a black bathrobe, and his hair was still dripping.

He walked to the sofa with his slippers on, and looked down at the woman who was sleeping very sweetly. She was very obedient when she fell asleep, lying there motionless, like a Sleeping Beauty.

He stared at her for a moment, then turned and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

The night was dark.

Li Baihan walked back and forth in the kitchen, living room, and bedroom many times, and finally went to the gym to exercise for a while, but he was still absent-minded, and his heart had already flown to the woman lying on the sofa.

He couldn't vent his excessive energy, and he couldn't do anything to Song Weiyi while she was drunk.

When he passed the living room for the tenth time, he heard Song Weiwei seeming to be muttering something, she was no longer lying quietly on the sofa as before.

She didn't know what she dreamed about, she was very disturbed, and there was fine cold sweat on her forehead.

Li Baihan was startled, and strode over. He sat sideways on the sofa, and saw her frowning and muttering something.

He frowned, and was about to shake her awake when he caught a few very familiar words in her raving.

Thinking he had heard wrong, he leaned over and put his ear to her lips.

Her mouth opened and closed, and her voice came clearly into his ears.

"Li Baihan, I hate you, I hate you to death!"