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

The car drove into the underground parking lot, Song Weiwei was going back to Jiangcheng in the afternoon, Li Baihan couldn't bear to leave her, the car parked in the parking space, and he turned off the engine.

He opened the door to get out of the car, opened the rear door, Song Weiwei got out of the car, and the next second a man pushed against the door.

Li Baihan held her waist with one hand, supported the car body with the other, looked down at her, with explicit emotion in his eyes, as if he wanted to suck her in.

Song Weiwei's cheeks were slightly hot, and an image accidentally flashed in her mind. Last night, when he knelt in front of her on one knee and looked up at her, the look in his eyes was exactly the same as this time.

She blushed immediately.

Li Baihan leaned over slowly, rubbing her cheek with the tip of his nose, taking advantage of her, "Song Song, I don't want you to leave."

Song Weiwei's legs became weak from his wear, her fingers tightly gripped his coat, and she didn't even know it was crumpled. She took a breath and turned her head to avoid his provocative breath.

"Don't be like this, a car is coming."

The car lights searched over, and the white light was indistinct, getting brighter and brighter from far to near.

As if noticing the situation here, the horn suddenly blared endlessly.

No matter how much Li Baihan wanted to continue playing hooligans, he couldn't do it any longer. He pulled Song Weiwei into his arms and squinted to see who was so disturbing.

The car lights are like searchlights, exposing all privacy to the light. Song Yuanzhuo sat in the car, raised his hand to turn off the headlights, and then reversed the car into the garage.

He got out of the car and looked at Li Baihan with hostility, "In broad daylight, is it appropriate for President Li to play hooligans with my sister?"

Li Baihan hugged Song Weiwei's waist possessively, and took her to his side as if declaring his sovereignty, and stared at Song Yuanzhuo provocatively.

"We are in love with each other, what's inappropriate?"

Song Yuan thought about grinding his teeth, wanting to say something to him, but worried about not embarrassing his family Song Song, so he swallowed his anger and walked to the elevator.

Song Weiwei felt somewhat embarrassed, it didn't matter how close she and Li Baihan were in private, but in front of Song Yuanzhuo, she felt as if she had been slapped across the face, and she was ashamed.

Some things don't need anyone to remind her, she still remembers them.

Back then, she was driven off a cliff by Miaoyi people, and she was a living dead person in bed for a year. Her family all watched how she struggled with life and death and stood up again.

If everything she has encountered in the past is not enough to alert her, then they will be extremely disappointed in her hatred of iron and steel.

With this in mind, she pushed back some of her thoughts from last night.

She wanted to poke her own forehead and curse at her own ears, Song Weiwei, why are you so naive even though you've seen a coffin?
She broke free from Li Baihan's arms without a trace, and quickly chased after him, "Second brother, let's go together."

Li Baihan's arms were empty, he was stunned for a few seconds, looked up at the woman who had already caught up with Song Yuanzhuo, she reached out and held Song Yuanzhuo's arm affectionately, the two chatted softly.

The hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist, and after a while, he followed with his long legs.

The luggage for returning to Jiangcheng was almost packed, and he only needed to take the things downstairs and put them in the car, so there would not be much time wasted.

Song Weiwei went back to her room and changed her clothes. She was about to go home. She couldn't wear professional attire like a suit and shirt anymore. He came out wearing a white down jacket.

She seldom wears such brightly colored clothes, Li Baihan's eyes light up.

She didn't wear glasses, and the dress of sweater and jeans concealed the elite atmosphere of an urban beauty on her body. On the contrary, she looked like a college student who had just walked out of school, youthful and lively.

He still remembered that when he first met her, he once asked her to pick him up from the bar in the middle of the night. She was wearing a black sweater and trousers, with a hood on her head, and she came out of the night, exuding a strong world-weary atmosphere.

But now less than half a year later, the world-weary aura about her has faded a lot, not as strong as when she first saw her.

When Li Baihan saw her, he couldn't look away until someone hugged his calf, and Song Chenchen's milky voice could be heard next to his ear, but he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

"what?"

Song Chenchen raised his head and crawled straight up on him, Li Baihan had no choice but to bend down and hug him up, Song Chenchen was very reluctant, "Shu Shu, we're going back for the New Year, do you miss us?"

The little guy was sticky talking about his reluctance, which made Li Baihan's heart soften for a while. He rubbed his son's little head, "I'll see you after the Chinese New Year."

"Really?" Song Chenchen looked sad, his eyes lit up.

Li Baihan was in a happy mood. No matter whether the Song family welcomed him or not, his son always expected him to visit him. He nodded, "Well, when you get home, you have to listen to Mommy. If you think about it, call me. We can video."

The last sentence was for Song Weiwei, but Song Weiwei pretended not to hear it. She put on the down jacket and waved to Song Chenchen.

"Chenchen, put on the down jacket, let's go."

Song Chenchen got Li Baihan's guarantee, he slid to the ground happily, ran to the sofa, picked up his down jacket and put it on.

Song Weiwei had already picked up the suitcase, Li Baihan walked over, took the suitcase away, and held her hand with the other, "I'll take you down."

Song Weiwei struggled for a while, but did not break away from his hand. Under Song Yuanzhuo's stare, she had no choice but to let him go.

The car was parked in the underground parking lot, and a group of people got out of the elevator. Song Yuanzhuo put the suitcase in the trunk, and Aunt Rong took Song Chenchen into the car.

Song Weiwei stood by the car door, looked at Li Baihan, and said, "Let's go."

Li Baihan's fingers hanging by his side moved, but he didn't try to hold her. He took a step back and nodded slightly, "Have a safe trip, send me a message when you arrive."

Song Weiwei pursed her red lips slightly, turned around and got into the car.

Li Baihan stood in the aisle, watched the car drive away, and finally disappeared in the underground parking lot. He felt lost. The relationship between them had just improved a little, and they met the New Year.

After this year is over, will the relationship between them return to the past?

The car drove out of the underground parking lot and merged into the car river, and Song Chenchen's exclamation suddenly sounded in his ears, "Mommy, look, it's snowing."

This is not the first snow in Beicheng.

During the first snowfall in Beicheng, she lay unconscious in the ICU, and then spent a month recuperating in the hospital, during which time it snowed several times.

At this time, heavy snow was falling outside the car window, and the snowflakes were dense and falling down like a wayward emperor sprinkled salt on the world.

When the snowflakes met the heat, they fell to the ground and melted in an instant, but if it continued to fall at this speed, the city would be covered in silver tomorrow morning.

It seems that Jiangcheng has never had such a heavy snowfall.

"It's such a pity, if I left one day later, I would be able to build a snowman with Huo Yu." Song Chenchen lay on the car window, looking at the snowflakes flying outside the window, full of regret.

Huo Yu only plays with him recently, and he dismisses others when they talk to him.

Sometimes the handmade biscuits he brought were taken away by him as soon as he arrived at school, and he was not allowed to share them with other children. If he secretly gave them to other children, he would ignore him all day.

He didn't want Huo Yu to be his only friend, he hoped that all the kids in the class would like him, but Huo Yu was so lonely and protective, he couldn't talk to him.

He had no choice but to separate the biscuits he made. For example, if he wanted to bring cookies to the children, he would specially make a box of bunny cookies for Huo Yu.

Then tell Huo Yu that he made them specially for him, and Huo Yu will not care about him distributing cookies to other children.

Song Weiwei rubbed his head, "We'll go to the ski resort next year, and you and Xiaoyu can play with making snowmen again, okay?"

Song Chenchen looked a little lonely, "Huo Yu is very lonely, I have to leave for such a long time, there must be no one to play with him, he will miss me very much."

Song Weiwei smiled, "There will be many children rushing to pay New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year, Xiaoyu will not be alone."

Song Chenchen bit the back of his hand, unable to describe his mood, just a little sour, "He has other children playing together, will he forget me?"

Song Weiwei smiled and said, "No, you are friends, and even if you don't meet each other, you won't forget."

"Oh."

After a tiring day, in the evening, Song Weiwei and the others finally arrived home, and Song's father and mother stood in front of the villa to welcome them.

Song Chenchen jumped out of the car and threw herself into the arms of Song's father and Song's mother, chattering about missing, coaxing the old couple into laughing from ear to ear.

Song Weiwei then got out of the car and came to her parents. Song's father and Song's mother were full of kindness, and Song's mother stepped forward to hold her hand, "My good daughter is finally back, why does she look so bad?"

Song Weiwei looked a little unnatural, "It may be because of motion sickness."

Song's mother nodded thoughtfully. Song Weiwei has suffered from motion sickness since she was in a car accident. It is normal for her to have a bad complexion after being driven by planes and cars today.

She held her arm intimately, "Then let's go in, don't let the wind blow outside, your third brother won't be back until tomorrow."

Song Weiwei looked back at Song Yuheng and Song Yuanzhuo. They didn't dare to tell Song's father and Song's mother about her injury. If they knew, they would talk about it for a while.

The two brothers of the Song family tacitly shut up, fearing that Aunt Rong would slip up, the three of them looked at Aunt Rong again.

On the plane, Aunt Rong was repeatedly urged by them, so she could only keep silent at the moment.

A group of people happily entered the house, and the villa, which had been deserted for several months, was suddenly filled with laughter, and the smiles on Song's father and mother's face increased a lot.

*
When Li Baihan returned to the company, his heart was empty, so he had no choice but to turn his frustration into motivation, and took out all the backlog of documents to deal with.

On New Year's Eve, Li Baihan returned to Li's house only in the afternoon, and the whole family was waiting for him. Seeing his late arrival, Mr. Li was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

Li Baihan just turned a blind eye, greeted his elders, and went back upstairs.

Li Minglan was in a good mood recently, seeing her brother alone, she followed secretly, knocked on the door, and saw that her brother had changed into a cashmere sweater for home use, and was standing in front of the French window, wondering what he was thinking.

Li Minglan walked over, "Brother, are you unhappy?"

Li Baihan glanced at her, the girl's face was full of shyness, like a budding flower, he raised the corners of his lips, "You look like you're proud of yourself, are you in love?"

The man hit the nail on the head, Li Minglan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly denied it, "Brother, don't talk nonsense, I'm not in a relationship, I'm serious about studying."

Li Baihan raised his hand and poked her on the forehead, "If you're not in love, I'll take back the corners of your mouth that reach the back of your ears."

"Brother, what you said scares people to death, how can I be so exaggerated?" Li Minglan refused to admit it, and the corners of her lips curled up again as she said, "Brother, let's go to the Truffle Temple tomorrow."

Li Baihan looked up at her, "What are you doing at Truffle Temple?"

It is an old rule not to visit on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but to worship the ancestors, the ancestral hall of the Li family is in the ancestral hall, so it is not troublesome to worship.

In previous years, after worshiping, they spent their afternoons having fun, but this year Li Baihan didn't want to go anywhere, and wanted to go to Jiangcheng to find Song Weiwei after the second year of junior high school.

Li Minglan smiled mischievously, "I heard that the small bells in the Truffle Temple are very effective, especially if you go to consecrate them on the first day of the Lunar New Year, it will ensure that person's life is happy and safe."

Li Baihan did not believe in ghosts and gods, but after thinking about it, he finally said: "I will go with you tomorrow."

"Okay, brother, rest well, I'm going out." Li Minglan turned around and was about to leave, when Li Baihan's voice came from behind, "Minglan, no matter whether you are in a relationship or not, girls should protect themselves outside, don't be caught Cheated."

Li Minglan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Brother, don't worry, the person who can lie to me hasn't been born yet, don't worry about me, if the other party is really an emotional liar, you should worry about him."

Li Baihan nodded thoughtfully, "It seems that they are really in love."

Li Minglan was sad and indignant, "Brother, you're talking to me again!"

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, and said with unceremonious disdain: "You are so stupid, you will count the money for others when you are cheated, tell me, who is the other party?"

Li Minglan gritted her teeth and refused to say anything.

Li Baihan frowned, seeing that she seemed to be serious, he said: "With such protection, I seem to like someone very much, go, when you need brother to beat someone up for you, you are welcome."

Li Minglan stomped her feet angrily, does she really look so stupid and easy to deceive?

Every New Year’s Eve has a fixed process, eat group dinner and watch the Spring Festival Gala, watch the TV impatiently and then go to the yard to set off fireworks, go back to sleep after playing tired, be woken up by firecrackers once in the middle of the night, and come back before dawn on the first day of the new year. Woke up by firecrackers once.

Li Baihan was lying on the bed, but he couldn't sleep for a long time. His mobile phone kept ringing from afternoon to night. Every time it rang, he couldn't help picking up his mobile phone to read it. It wasn't a group message from a client, or a message from a classmate or friend. here.

The person he was waiting for hadn't moved since he returned.

He stayed up half the night, and finally couldn't stand it anymore. When the clock struck midnight, he edited a message and sent it to the other party in the first minute of the beginning of the new year.

The sound of firecrackers downstairs came and went, Song Weiwei stood in front of the French window, the phone vibrated in her palm, she clicked on it, it was from Li Baihan.

The message is simple, only eight characters.

"Happy New Year, I miss you so much!"