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

The "nurture relationship" that Song Weiwei was about to blurt out stuck in her throat. She looked away and coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment.

What is the relationship between them?
Of course, it is the relationship between being slept and being used.

She was sleeping, he was being used, and neither was at a disadvantage.

However, from Li Baihan's perspective, he has tacitly agreed that they are in a relationship.

In a blink of an eye, she saw a small white building not far away. After the fire, this small building was redecorated, and its appearance was exactly the same as the previous small white building. But looking at it like this, she felt something was different.

She walked forward, and there was a plaque of Mu Yi's studio on the small building, and the old double wooden doors in the hall downstairs were removed and replaced with glass windows. The two large glass windows let the light shine in, bright and fashionable.

The solid wood display racks were replaced by glass display cabinets. Master Mu Yi’s works during his lifetime are placed in the display cabinets, locked, and are only for viewing, not for sale.

In the other glass display cabinets, there are many antique works, and in the display cabinet in the center of the hall is the work of her carving competition, the vividly carved Bai Ze.

Xiao Lin was instructing the staff to move things upstairs, when he saw her outside the glass window, he greeted her excitedly.

"President Song, you're here, come in and have a look."

The design drawing of the studio was finalized by Song Weiwei herself. At that time, she was in the master's mansion, and she was uncertain about the two design drawings.

Shi Niang said: "When Mu Yi was alive, he was conservative in thinking, sticking to the rules, and he was unwilling to step out of his comfort zone. In fact, the studio has not been profitable for a long time. Even if those people come here for fame, they will only choose Mu Yi's works."

Seeing that she was panting when she spoke, Song Weiwei poured a glass of water and handed it to her.

The teacher took a sip of water, and continued: "But Mu Yi's works are limited. After he gets old, his eyesight is bad, and his works are less. He is not willing to sell those works in the studio, so gradually the house is deserted."

Song Weiwei occasionally went to the studio to help out when she was free, so she knew that there were no customers, so she left with an apologetic face after she came to inquire about the price.

They make antiques. A piece of work needs several months of thoughtful composition and then carving and polishing. Just like the current custom jewelry, the price is very high.

Ordinary customers can't accept the price, and rich customers are unwilling to buy back when they see that the engraver is not well-known, so the situation of the engraver is getting more and more embarrassing.

So many people changed careers later, or went to jade or jewelry shops, but very few people would continue to be engravers.

"I have persuaded him to adapt to the times, but you know your master's temperament, he is respected by others, how would you be willing to step down from the altar?" Mistress coughed lightly twice.

"Master is not fascinated by vanity and insists on himself, which is difficult for ordinary people to do."

Mistress smiled, "Only you would look at him like that. Others would call him a stubborn little old man behind his back, blocking their way of making money."

Song Weiwei thought of Master Mu Yi, she shook her head and said, "Master is noble and pure, he doesn't bend his waist for fame and fortune, it's worth learning from us."

Mistress sighed, "When a person gets old, he will become stubborn and can't listen to other people's opinions. Li Jiang came to persuade him several times before, but he was kicked out by the old man. In fact, I know Li Jiang is right."

People live not only dreams, but also reality.

If food and clothing become a problem, what can we do with our dreams?
Song Weiwei said: "So I am very conflicted, whether to reinstall the studio as it is, or to make a little change, I am afraid that it will run counter to Master's ideas."

When she took over the management right of the studio, she had to consider the long-term development of the studio.

Mistress patted the back of her hand, "Actually, the studio should have innovated long ago. Although sculpture is divided into antiques, it is actually similar to the concept of jewelry. They are all for decoration, but the objects of decoration are different."

Song Weiwei has a keen mind. After hearing what the teacher said, she already understood that the teacher would rather let her use the current business philosophy to rebuild the studio.

She chose a more fashionable design drawing and asked the decoration team to decorate according to the design drawing. Now standing here, looking at the works in the glass display case, the boulder in her heart was finally let go.

She turned to look at the handsome man beside her, "How is it?"

Li Baihan glanced around, the decoration style of the hall is both classical and fashionable, and the works are divided into categories, which are unique and very individual.

He hooked his lips and smiled, "Very good, beyond my expectation."

He has been exposed to antiques since he was a child, and his grandfather took him to many antique shops, all of which were deep and ancient houses, and he felt depressed when he stepped in.

Today's young people like young, lively and fashionable things, and those old-fashioned antiques seldom touch their hearts.

Song Weiwei changed the studio's face, but left the soul of Mu Yi's studio. The combination of the two collides with different aesthetics and sparks.

Even if the price is too high, young people will still be discouraged, but it will no longer be as cold as before, and no one will set foot.

A cunning flashed in Song Weiwei's eyes, "Actually, there were two extremes before. After talking with my wife, I decided to combine the two."

Now the home decoration style tends to be Zen-like simplicity. Combining the two together removes the dullness of mahogany and makes the whole space relatively fresh and bright.

"The effect is very good." Li Baihan commented.

Song Weiwei walked around the hall. The workers had already moved their things upstairs. She went up the stairs. The second floor was divided into several studios with brand new workbenches inside.

She took Li Baihan around, and finally took him to her studio.

The workbench has been installed, and there is a faint smell in the air. She walked to the window and opened the window to diffuse the smell, "This is my studio."

Li Baihan walked around the studio, and finally stopped in front of the workbench. He rested his fingers casually on the edge of the table, "Aren't you going to Beicheng?"

Song Weiwei was obviously taken aback, "I plan to live in Jiangcheng temporarily, and wait for the studio to get on the right track."

Li Baihan turned his head to look at her, his eyes were deep, his roots are in Beicheng, even if he shifts his career focus to Jiangcheng, it is impossible to completely settle in Jiangcheng.

However, Song Weiwei's career was in Jiangcheng, and now that she was bound by this studio, it was even more impossible for her to return to Beicheng to be his secretary.

Or, she never thought of settling in Beicheng.

"What's wrong?" Song Weiwei subconsciously asked seeing his gloomy expression.

Li Baihan just stared at her for a while, but finally said nothing, "There is something missing in your studio."

Song Weiwei turned around, all the tools were complete, and there was nothing missing, she said blankly: "There is nothing missing, I think it's pretty good."

Li Baihan shook his head, "There is a painting missing on the wall."

After he reminded her, Song Weiwei looked at the three walls again and felt a bit empty. She said, "Actually, I don't come here often. It doesn't matter if there are no paintings."

"I'll give you one."

Song Weiwei was taken aback, "Huh?"

"I learned to draw for a while when I was a child, and I especially like ink painting. I will draw a picture for you personally, as a congratulations to the studio." Li Baihan said.

Song Weiwei raised her eyebrows in surprise, she really didn't expect that Li Baihan would draw for her by herself, but she had heard from old man Li that Li Baihan liked to draw when he was a child, ink painting and traditional Chinese painting were not a problem.

"You want to paint?"

Li Baihan smiled, "Are you so surprised?"

Song Weiwei was really surprised, because Mr. Li also said that he was obsessed with learning painting back then, and he didn't even want to learn painting. He wanted to be a free painter and travel around mountains and rivers.

But from the moment he was born, he was doomed to bear the ups and downs of his family. It was impossible for Mr. Li to let him learn painting, and it was impossible for Li Cangqing to let him become a wandering painter.

Therefore, when Li Cangqing got angry, he burned all his paintings and tools, and strictly ordered him not to paint again. After that, Li Baihan ushered in a period of five years of rebellion.

He got a recommended place in the school, packed his luggage that night, and went abroad, and never returned for five years, in order to resist the pressure they put on him.

Song Weiwei actually felt sorry for him when she thought of these past events. Although he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and had wealth that ordinary people could not have in his lifetime, he also lost a lot.

Such as hobbies, such as dreams.

The rebellious boy back then has grown into a young man who is now burdened with responsibilities. His brows are no longer childish, but more calm and firm that belong to adults.

However, when he mentioned that he would personally give her a painting, there was a smile on the corners of his brows and eyes, and that smile infected her, making her unable to look away no matter what, just staring blankly.

Li Baihan felt something in his heart, he leaned down slightly, clasped her wrist, and pulled the person who was a short distance away to him, with a relaxed tone, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Weiwei met his scorching gaze, and suddenly her jaw felt cold. She lowered her eyelids, and saw the man's cold hand pinching her chin, and his fingertips gently brushing her lips.

A cloud of hot air burst out of her cheek with a "boom", which made her cheeks ache, and then the scorching breath approached suddenly, and just when his lips were about to touch hers, there were hurried footsteps outside the corridor.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song?"

Song Weiwei's eyes widened in an instant, and she wanted to push Li Baihan away, but the man didn't intend to let her go, and the distance suddenly shortened by only an inch.

The four lips fit together.

Song Weiwei swallowed nervously. She was hugged in front of the man, her lips were being chewed by him, and she was not afraid of being seen by outsiders.

Until a heavy cough sounded.

Song Weiwei vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and forced Li Baihan to push away. When she turned her head, she saw Xiao Lin standing in the doorway in astonishment, and...

——Father Song with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

The blood on Song Weiwei's face immediately spread to her neck, and being bumped into by her father and having a passionate kiss with a man in the studio was like a death scene.

She quickly glared at Li Baihan, then walked towards the door, "Father, why are you here?"

Father Song was half a head taller than her, glanced past her and glanced at Li Baihan, and then said: "I happened to be passing by, so I came in to have a look, have you chosen an auspicious date for the opening?"

The blood on Song Weiwei's face hadn't faded yet, she held Father Song's arm, and the two walked to the conference room, "I have chosen two days, but I haven't made up my mind yet. I want to open before going to the United States for the competition."

"When are you going to play?"

"Ten days later."

"It's only a few days away. Tell me which two days you chose. When I came up just now, I saw that the downstairs hall was almost decorated. It shouldn't be a problem to open in these few days, right?" Father Song glanced again before leaving. He glanced at Li Baihan.

"Well, it's not a big problem."

The two gradually moved away, and the voice gradually disappeared. Li Baihan relaxed and leaned against the workbench, while Xiaolin stood at the door and looked at him timidly, and comforted him: "Mr. Li, in fact, the old people nowadays are quite open-minded, they will understand of."

Li Baihan: "..."

Song Weiwei quickly finalized the opening time with Song's father. After discussing the business, Song's father changed the subject, "Song Song, what's the situation between you and him now?"

From the standpoint of a man, Song's father can actually quite understand what Li Baihan is doing now. He didn't cherish it back then, but now he regrets it, and he desperately wants to save it.

It's just that he wanted to redeem him, but he didn't know how to change his old heart easily.

Song Weiwei didn't expect Father Song to ask such a question suddenly, and felt very guilty for a moment, "We..."

Seeing that she seemed to be having difficulty opening her mouth, Song's father sighed, "Song Song, I know you have a sense of proportion and what you are doing. If you can let go of the past, give Chenchen a complete home. If you can't let go, Once this matter is over, tell him clearly.”

Song Weiwei lowered her head and said nothing.

Father Song thought for a while and said, "Follow your heart, if you still like him..."

"I don't like him anymore." Song Weiwei raised her head, her voice was sonorous and forceful, "Father, I will never fall in love with someone who once hurt me."

Father Song's gaze lowered, and he caught a glimpse of a piece of clothing that was swept outside the conference room. He patted his daughter's shoulder, "Think carefully, don't be blinded by hatred."

Song Weiwei gritted her teeth, "I didn't hate him."

Song's father looked at her for a moment, but he didn't get too entangled in this subjective issue. He said, "I believe you will handle it well."

Song Weiwei felt as if she had been punched in the cotton, and she felt powerless. She watched Father Song leave, and she fell into a chair, staring blankly at the door.

When her father's eyes flickered, she was keenly aware of something, and she said the phrase "I don't like him anymore" to Li Baihan on purpose.

She admitted that she was very bad, and the pain she endured back then had to be endured by him now. He could get her person, but he couldn't get her heart.

She wanted him to know clearly that she slept with him not because she still liked him, but because she had to.

Only in this way, the resentment in her heart will disappear little by little.

Downstairs, when Father Song saw the tall man leaning against the glass display case, sympathy flashed in his eyes, and he walked over slowly, "Young Master Li, it has been a hard time, right?"

Li Baihan stood up straight and looked at the gentle and gentlemanly man in front of him. He was over fifty years old, and he didn't look old at all. From the perspective of his aura, he didn't look like Mr. Song who had a strong wrist in the mall.

"It's not hard, uncle can call me Bo Han." Li Baihan said.

Father Song shook his head, "I can't be so close to you. My wife will find out later and punish me to eat durian. Durian is not good!"

Li Baihan was speechless for a moment.