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

Li Minglan was agitated by her brother's words, and she hurriedly followed, "Brother, I heard from our mother that Secretary Song still has a son?"

Li Baihan snorted from his throat, not going to pay attention to the little girl.

Unexpectedly, Li Minglan couldn't wink, she followed up the steps, and continued to say: "If you marry her, will you be able to experience the sourness of Xi being a father?"

Li Baihan: "..."

When he stopped, Li Minglan was caught off guard for a moment, and bumped her head into his back. The pain made her forget that she was going up the steps, and her foot fell into the air.

A pair of hands stretched out from the slant stabbed her back, and she threw herself into the man's broad and strong chest, Li Minglan blushed, "Brother, you are so manly."

Li Baihan supported her to stand firm, frowned and reprimanded: "Walk well."

Li Minglan watched him continue to walk into the villa, she shook her head with her tongue, she is such an excellent big brother, which vixen will be cheaper in the end?
Entering the porch, the whole family sat around in the living room.

Old Man Li was sitting at the top, and when he saw Li Baihan coming in, his hale and hearty eyes swept over his empty hands, and the look of disappointment could not be concealed in his eyes.

Li Baiming, who was sitting next to Mr. Li, had already stood up, and looked at Li Baihan with a smile, "Brother, just now grandpa was asking you when you will arrive, but you have arrived, so it can be seen that people can't tell."

Li Baihan glanced at him, "Third brother looked at the red face, it can be seen that Ningcheng is rich in oil and water, which can nourish third brother so well."

Both of them had wit in their words, and except for Li Minglan, everyone else could understand them.

For a while, the faces of the two families were not very good-looking, but Li Baihan was very calm, completely ignoring Li Baiming's ugly expression.

He went straight to the old man, "Grandpa, how are you doing these days?"

Old Man Li looked at him, "It's rare for you to come back, why didn't you bring me a gift?"

Li Baihan looked at the old man's appearance of an old urchin begging for a gift, he couldn't help laughing, "Didn't you just accept the gift?"

"Who thinks the presents are too hot?" Mr. Li said dissatisfiedly.

Li Baihan couldn't help laughing, an old man in a family is like a treasure, if grandpa knew that he had kidnapped Master Mu Yi's closed disciple, he didn't know what expression he would make.

Thinking about it, he was looking forward to it.

"Okay, I will definitely bring you a present when I come back next time." Li Baihan coaxed the old man.

Old Man Li hastily pulled him to sit where Li Baiming was sitting just now, "Wait a minute, I'll find a picture for you."

I saw the old man took the smartphone from Ah Zhong, opened the photo album and found a jade Guanyin bottle that he had been coveting for a long time, and handed it to Li Baihan.

"Give me this next time you come back."

Li Baihan looked down at the Jade Guanyin bottle, the patterns on it were complicated and polished to a radiant brilliance, if it was made into a finished product, it would definitely be a good item.

only……

"Grandpa, why did you still specify a gift?"

Mr. Li took it for granted, "Of course receiving a gift is only fun if you like it, Ming Lanzi, don't you think so?"

Li Minglan kept covering her mouth and laughing, unexpectedly being called by Mr. Li, she quickly sat up straight and said with a serious face: "Yes, Grandpa, but if you want to give me a gift, you don't need to bother so much, just discount it."

Before she could finish her sentence, Li's mother who was sitting next to her poked her forehead, "I think you can go for money."

Li Minglan rubbed her head, looked at Li's mother innocently, "Mom, discounts are great, I can buy whatever I like."

"Minglan is right. Gifts have to be delivered to the other party's heart, otherwise it is better to discount them." The second aunt of the Li family said, "Look at the gifts that the third girl receives every year for her birthday, and they are not even touched in the cloakroom. , is also a waste.”

As soon as the topic was around, the tense and awkward atmosphere just now disappeared.

Mr. Li skillfully sent the picture to Li Baihan's WeChat, "Bohan, I sent it to you, you can figure it out, I'm not in a hurry."

Li Baihan: "..."

After accepting this tricky task, Li Baihan thought in his heart, how to get Song Weiwei to accept this order, can he sell himself?

Soon, the servant told them to move to the restaurant for dinner.

The dining room was replaced with a long dining table, like the count’s restaurant in European and American movies, the rectangular dining table can accommodate more than 40 people.

There are more than a dozen small plates in front of each person, and the delicacies are eaten on separate plates, so that people who sit too far away cannot reach with their chopsticks.

Everyone sat down in an orderly manner, Li Qingcheng had an operation tonight and did not return, Li Baiming sat on Li Baihan's right hand, the two secretly did not fight each other, but on the surface they maintained a plastic brotherhood.

Mr. Li asked some questions about work, and Li Cangqing answered them one by one, and the atmosphere was pleasant.

Li Cangqing tilted his head, looked at his son sitting on his right, and said, "Recently, the Song family bought a piece of land in Songjiagou. It is said that they will build some kind of factory."

The word "Songjiagou" caught Li Baihan's attention, and he frowned, "Songjiagou is Weiwei's hometown, why did you buy the land there?"

"Recently, the Song family has either launched an environmental protection project or recycled plastics. The discharged chemical sewage pollutes the environment to a certain extent, so they bought the land to a remote village."

"The road in Songjiagou was only built two years ago, and it is not considered remote now. I remember that some people built a retirement resort for the elderly there before. How could the township leaders agree?" Li Baihan has a special complex for Songjiagou.

That's where he and Song Weiwei met.

Every year when he accompanied his grandfather to Songjiagou to visit Mr. Song's grave, he would always think of the scene when he and Song Weiwei first met.

"They are eager to attract investment. As long as the documents are complete and the price is right, they will definitely be willing to have someone come to build a factory. This will increase the GDP of the village." Li Cangqing understood these twists and turns.

The village leaders want to go up, how can they go up if they don't make some achievements?
Old Man Li frowned, "Bo Han, take some time off to visit Songjiagou on the weekend, if they don't invade your Grandpa Song's cemetery, let them go."

The old man's idea is very simple, as long as the construction of the factory does not push away the cemetery of old man Song, they can't control it.But if the cemetery is occupied, Song Weiwei is already dead, and they have to keep her grandfather's cemetery for the child.

Li Baihan looked solemn, "Yes, Grandpa."

The topic was revealed at this point, and a meal was enjoyable.

After dinner, Li Baihan sat with his family for a while, got up and was about to go back to the apartment, when Li's mother saw this, she hurriedly asked, "It's so late, why don't you stay tonight?"

Li Baihan said indifferently: "There is a meeting tomorrow morning, so I have to go to the company early."

"Then you can leave early tomorrow, it's rare to come back, just stay at home for one night." Li Cangqing chimed in beside him.

Li Baihan insisted, "I'll go back to the apartment."

The husband and wife looked at each other, there was always a feeling of disapproval, Li Cangqing waved his hand, "If you want to leave, then hurry up, I'll see you as an eyesore."

Li Baihan got up, stroked the hem of his clothes, raised his hands elegantly, nodded to his parents, and left the living room.

The servant took his coat and handed it to him, and he put it on and walked out of the hall.

There was a gentle night wind outside, bringing with it the coldness of the night, he walked into the night, and footsteps came from behind him, "Brother, wait for me."

Li Baihan paused, turned his head sideways, and saw Li Baiming approaching, "Brother, I heard that you are going back to the apartment, and I happen to be going to the city center, so I will drop you off."

Li Baihan narrowed his eyes, uncertain of Li Baiming's intentions, he was silent for a few seconds, and asked, "New tricks?"

Embarrassment flashed across Li Baiming's expression, and then he said as if nothing had happened: "Brother, do you have persecution paranoia? If you get in my car, if I dare to make you lose a hair, no one will let me go. Am I that stupid?"

"Too."

Li Baiming: "..."

In the end Li Baihan got into Li Baiming's car, he didn't want Uncle Zhong to run back and forth, so he sat on the back seat of the car with his eyes closed.

Li Baiming raised his eyes to look in the rearview mirror, seeing Li Baihan's posture, he followed the driver who drove him, which made him feel annoyed.

He pursed his lips, "Brother, when will you go to Songjiagou, I will go with you."

Li Baihan didn't even move his eyelids, as if he didn't hear what Li Baiming said.

Li Baiming pressed his cold face against his cold buttocks, feeling more and more annoyed in his heart, Li Baihan just cast a good fetus and fell into Dafang's belly.

In terms of ability, Li Baihan is less than one ten-thousandth of him, so why should he be so defiant as the eldest grandson to occupy the position of Patriarch?

Li Baihan didn't care what Li Baiming was thinking, he was thinking how to coax Song Weiyi to accompany him to Songjiagou.

*
In the blink of an eye, on Friday, Song Weiwei gave Li Baihan the last document to sign, and just turned around to go out, when Li Baihan stopped her.

"Secretary Song, are you free this weekend?"

Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows, with a hint of interest in her eyes, "Mr. Li, I want to accompany my son on weekends. If you ask me to work overtime, overtime pay will be calculated separately."

The corner of Li Baihan's mouth twitched, "I won't work overtime, I'll take you somewhere."

"Where?" Song Weiwei asked curiously.

Li Baihan glanced at her inscrutablely, "You will know when you go."

Song Weiwei knew that he was playing tricks, but she still couldn't help being curious, where would Li Baihan take her, on a date?

Thinking of dating, she had mixed feelings in her mind. She and Li Baihan had been married for a year, and it seemed that she had never gone on a date, and the number of times she went out alone was very few.

Early on Saturday morning, Li Baihan picked up Song Weiwei at Langji International. She was wearing a black sweater and trousers with a thin down vest and a baseball cap on her head.

Li Baihan sized her up from head to toe, but didn't see any graceful and gentle temperament in her. He sighed and thought that this outfit would be suitable if he was going to walk the mountain road later.

Song Weiwei stood by the car and said good morning to him, then opened the back door and got in, "Mr. Li, do you want to drive by yourself?"

Li Baihan was sitting in the driver's cab, he looked sideways at the woman sitting in the back seat, he actually forgot that Song Weiwei was not in the passenger seat.

He pursed his lips, "Yes, I'm your exclusive driver today."

"No," Song Weiwei said casually, "I can't bear it."

Li Baihan glanced at her extraordinarily calm pretty face, he snorted, he saw that she was quite calm, how could she look unbearable at all?

The car drove into the driveway, slowly leaving the city's tall buildings behind, until they got on the Ring Expressway, Song Weiwei saw more and more familiar landmarks outside the car window, and she sat up straight.

"Boss Li, where are we going?"

Li Baihan glanced at the rearview mirror and took a panoramic view of her nervous expression, "Go to Songjiagou."

Song Weiwei's fingers resting beside her were aching slightly. Songjiagou, a place name that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her, buried her dearest and most beloved person.

There was an eerie silence in the carriage. Song Weiwei knew what she should say to avoid Li Baihan's suspicion. She opened her mouth, and when the voice came out, she was startled.

"Songjiagou..." She took a light breath, not wanting Li Baihan to notice her strangeness, "Why did we go to Songjiagou?"

"Go and take a look." Li Baihan glanced at the rearview mirror, the woman reflected in the mirror looked erratic, but tried to put on a calm look.

He withdrew his gaze and stared at the road ahead, "I heard that Song Jitian bought a piece of land in Songjiagou and planned to open a factory for environmental protection projects. Grandpa asked me to take a look."

Song Weiwei pinched her palm with her fingers, trying to calm herself down, "What environmental protection project?"

"Recycling."

Song Weiwei was in a trance, she turned her head to look at the street scene outside the car window and kept backing away. After she returned to Beicheng, she was worried that Li Baihan would check her whereabouts and find spiders, so she never dared to go back to Songjiagou to visit her grandfather's grave.

Unexpectedly, she went to Songjiagou for the first time after she came back, and it was with Li Baihan.

Fortunately, she was sitting in the back seat, and Li Baihan was driving again, so he shouldn't have noticed her strangeness. After getting out of the car, her mood had already adjusted, and it was even less likely for him to notice anything.

It takes four hours to drive from Beicheng to Songjiagou. When the car enters Songjiagou, it is already one o'clock in the afternoon. The sky is gray and it looks like it will rain soon.

Li Baihan found a restaurant that looked fairly clean for lunch, and just as he sat down, there was a "creaking" sound of brakes outside the door.

Song Weiwei turned her head to look out the window, and when she saw the person getting out of the car, she whistled.

Oh, it's really a narrow road to Yuanjia.

The person outside the door was wearing a chiffon knee-length skirt and a short jacket with a small fragrant wind, with big waves hanging down the back, modern and fashionable.

Who is the person who is not Miaoyi?
Miao Yiren turned around and saw Li Baihan sitting by the window, even if he sat there casually, he made the small restaurant flourish.

Her eyes lit up, and when she was about to walk over, she saw Song Weiyi sitting opposite him. The smile on her face immediately froze, and she gave Song Weiyi a vicious look.

Why is this woman haunted?

The restaurant waiter stood at the door to greet the guests, Miao Yiren walked in, and when she came to their table, she brushed her long hair coquettishly.

"Brother Han, Secretary Song, what a coincidence."

Li Baihan picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea, then turned his gaze to Song Weiwei, "The jasmine tea here is not bad, try it."

Song Weiwei doesn't like to drink tea, but to sweep Li Baihan's face at this moment is a chance for Miao Yiren to see a joke. She picked up the teacup and took a sip. She frowned, "It's not very good."

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, "I think it's okay."

"Does yours taste better? I want to drink your cup." Song Weiwei pushed the cup of tea she had drunk to Li Baihan, took the cup of tea he drank from his hand and took a sip.

"Sure enough, yours tastes better."

Miao Yiren saw the two flirting and cursing like no one else, her pretty face was about to contort with anger, this little bitch, she clearly disgusted her on purpose!