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

Li Baihan froze for a moment, and it took him a while to break free from that strange hallucination. He saw his hand resting in mid-air.

As if stung by a poisonous bee, he quickly retracted his hand, and he also took a few steps back.

"Sorry, I was bewitched just now."

Song Weiwei: "..."

What joke are you telling?
Song Weiwei's mood has been ups and downs all night, and now she doesn't even have the strength to roll her eyes. She always feels that she has endured too much, and she hasn't gone crazy until now. Maybe her heart is too strong.

When Li Baihan woke up, he looked at Secretary Song with an indescribably complicated expression, "You go to bed early, I'm leaving first."

The elevator closed with a "ding", and the corridor was empty.

Song Weiwei's limp legs could no longer support the weight of her body. She slid along the wall and sat down at the base of the wall, exhaling heavily.

Are Li Baihan and Miao Yiren all ghosts who came to take her life?

Dealing with them all night, she felt that half of her energy had been wasted.After a few more rounds, she felt that she was not far from dying on the spot.

After a long time, she dragged her tired body to stand up, opened the door and walked in.

Song Chenchen did something wrong, and when he heard the door open, he hid behind the door of the children's room and looked around quietly.

Song Weiwei couldn't get angry when she saw his expression. She sighed and waved to him.

Xiaotuanzi immediately ran towards her, hugged her thigh, and said pitifully, "Mum, the long-legged sorghum said he wanted to borrow the toilet, so I let him in."

"Huh?" Song Weiwei narrowed her eyes.

Xiaotuanzi hesitated for a moment, his face was a little shy, "The long-legged sorghum said that men will not be able to hold back their urine for a long time, Mommy, I will not hold back my urine in the future."

Song Weiwei: "..."

What kind of mess is this, can Li Baihan teach the child to order?
Song Weiwei learned from Xiaotuanzi that he was being bullied by children in the kindergarten. Li Baihan happened to pass by, helped him drive away those bad kids, and then asked him to borrow the toilet.

Song Weiwei felt that the moisture in the place he happened to pass by was a bit high. The dignified president who manages everything every day ran into a child in the community, and finally asked him to borrow the toilet. Who would believe it?

She checked Xiaotuanzi over and over again, and when she saw that he was not injured, she was relieved and told him seriously, "Chenchen, you can't open the door to strangers casually, do you understand?"

"Oh." Xiaotuanzi shut himself up for a while, then whispered, "But he's not a stranger, I've seen him in the hospital."

Song Weiwei froze for a moment, "Have you seen him?"

"Well, I recognized him when I saw him just now. He was alone in the infusion room for infusion that day. He looked so pitiful, just like me." Xiaotuanzi was afraid that his mother would scold him, so he made a fool of himself on purpose.

Song Weiwei's heart tugged, and she licked his furry head, "It's getting late, go to sleep, my poor little one."

Song Chenchen knew that she was not going to pursue it, so she quickly got up from her arms, her eyes sparkling, "Mum, can I meet the long-legged sorghum again in the future?"

Song Weiwei hesitated, "You can, but you can't tell him who your mommy is, and you have to pretend that I'm your neighbor in front of him."

Even though Song Weiwei didn't want Chenchen to get in touch with Li Baihan, but due to their blood relationship, she couldn't help it sometimes.It's better to take precautions in advance, lest she will be caught off guard like today.

Song Chenchen's eyes were full of confusion, "Are we going to pretend to be neighbors in front of the long-legged sorghum from now on?"

"Ah."

Song Chenchen got the affirmative answer from Mummy, although he was very puzzled, but he still happily agreed.

*
Downstairs, Li Baihan was leaning on the tree trunk and smoking a cigarette. He raised his head and looked at the apartment building in front of him, counting the floors casually, and then his eyes stayed on a certain floor.

He waited a long time until the lights next door went out and none of the apartments on the other side were lit.

He narrowed his eyes, sure enough, Secretary Song was lying.