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

The two of them conspired against Song Weiwei, but instead they were ashamed, and knowing what ingredients were added to the juice, Xu Jiahui didn't have time to settle the score with Lin Yu, so she had to find someone to vent her anger as soon as possible.

Seeing Xu Jiahui leave in embarrassment, Lin Yu sneered at the corner of her mouth. Fortunately, she chose quickly, otherwise she would be as embarrassed as Xu Jiahui.

But she didn't feel complacent for a few seconds, her stomach suddenly hurt, as if countless gas were surging in her lower abdomen, her face turned pale, and she quickly clutched her lower abdomen.

She stared at Song Weiwei who was talking and laughing with Suzuki Koizumi viciously, her eyes were ferocious, "Song Weiwei, did you poison the juice?"

Song Weiwei looked at her with a sarcasm, "It's not enough to poison, just put some croton or something to teach you a long lesson."

"You..." Lin Yu didn't finish his sentence, he just felt the gas in his body rushing out desperately, and a melodious "poof" fart sounded in the banquet hall, and everyone around covered their noses.

"Who is farting, do you still have public morality?"

"It stinks!"

"It's disgusting, I'm about to throw up, vomit!"

Song Weiwei didn't expect Lin Yu to be indecent in public. She covered her mouth and nose falsely, her eyes were full of disgust, and she was also fainted.

Lin Yu covered her hands one after the other, her cheeks were flushed, and she greeted Song Weiwei and the eighteen generations of her ancestors in her heart, and listening to the disgusting words in her ears, she didn't care about making trouble for Song Weiwei, so she clamped her hips and went Flushed down the toilet.

After this encounter, coupled with the lingering smell in the hall, everyone lost interest and left one after another.

Suzuki Koizumi was the guest invited by President Chen, so naturally he would not leave first. He and Song Weiwei made an appointment to visit the Dabei Temple tomorrow, and Song Weiwei took Xiaolin and left.

Walking out of the hotel, Xiao Lin thought of Lin Yu making a fool of himself in the banquet hall just now, and she just felt very happy, "Boss, did you see Lin Yu fleeing in embarrassment just now, you almost laughed me to death."

Song Weiwei said lightly, "She's to blame."

Xiao Lin crossed his hips and smiled happily, "You deserve it, you deserve it, you can't live with your own crimes, and from now on, people in the carving circle will think of what happened to her today, hahaha, Miss Lin's fart stinks!"

Song Weiwei didn't hold back either, a smile appeared on her lips, "Okay, stop laughing, if we weren't vigilant, I would be the one who had an accident now."

"I'm quite curious what will happen to Xu Jiahui after drinking that glass of juice. I think she will be tortured to the point of collapse by the man, tsk tsk, harming others will eventually harm herself."

Song Weiwei wasn't in the mood to care about what would happen to Xu Jiahui. She had a male ticket, so there was a high probability that nothing would happen to her. If something happened, she would be responsible for it.

As for Lin Yu, it was just a laxative this time, and next time she dares to move such a dirty mind, she will return it twice as much.

Xiao Lin drove over, and the two went to the parking lot to pick up the car. Xiao Lin drove out of the hotel, "Boss, are you going to the hospital or going home?"

Song Weiwei knew that Li Baihan would keep vigil in the hospital at night, so she closed her eyes lightly, "Go home."

The next few days were uneventful, and the wound on Song Weiwei's hand healed slowly, but her relationship with Li Baihan remained rigid.

Her attitude that day stabbed his heart, these few days she deliberately avoided him, and the two never met.

She had an indescribable feeling in her heart, she said she was uncomfortable, but it didn't seem that uncomfortable, and she said she didn't care, but she seemed to care a little bit.

On this day, Song's mother was going to the little sister's party, so she didn't have time to deliver breakfast to Song Chenchen. Aunt Rong was supposed to bring it there. Song Weiwei happened to be at home to recover from her hand injury, so she went with Aunt Rong.

On the way, Aunt Rong seemed to see something, and said to Song Weiwei: "Mr. Li seems to be aloof, but after getting along with him, he feels that he is quite nice, and he is also very patient with Chenchen."

Song Weiwei said: "His patience is probably given to Chenchen."

"That's pretty good. No matter how majestic a man is outside, it's pretty good if he can let go of his status and coax his children when he goes home. It's better than a man who is nothing when he's outside, and he just plays awe-inspiring to his wife and children when he comes home."

Song Weiwei laughed, "Aunt Rong, your requirements for men are too low."

"In our era, it was enough to marry a man who knew the cold and the hot." Aunt Rong laughed as she spoke, "But you can't compare with people of that era now. The era is different, and even the criteria for choosing a spouse are the same. Change."

Song Weiwei tilted her head and looked out the window. It was 36 degrees today, and the weather was sultry when she woke up in the morning. Now the sun was shining on the ground so hot that it seemed to be roasting the ground.

"In fact, no matter how the times change, everyone's demands for marriage are the same, and they all want to be single-minded and live together."

Aunt Rong glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Song Weiwei's side face. The sun fell on her face, exuding a lustrous light, "That's right, there is a saying that you should drink enough water."

Song Weiwei didn't say anything more.

Aunt Rong was quiet for a while, then suddenly asked, "Does Song Song have someone he likes now?"

Song Weiwei withdrew her gaze and looked at Aunt Rong's side face. Aunt Rong is getting older, the crow's feet at the end of her eyes are very clear, and there are many spots on her face. When she asked her, her eyes were very bright, which added a touch of color to her face. Youth out of age.

She thought for a while, "I don't know."

Aunt Rong looked at her slightly sideways, "Song Song, how could you not know?"

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, "I don't know if I like him now or not, maybe a little more."

Aunt Rong sighed softly when she heard the words, "Song Song, if you don't even know, then no one else can help you."

"I'll slowly figure out what I want, Aunt Rong, don't worry about me." Song Weiwei said.

Aunt Rong opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything else. She knew what Song Weiwei was struggling with, and because she knew, she couldn't say more to disturb her thoughts.

After all, when it comes to things like feelings, unless you figure it out yourself, no one else can help you.

The car parked outside the hospital building. Song Weiwei and Aunt Rong got out of the car, and they took the elevator upstairs. Outside the ward on the top floor of the inpatient department, two bodyguards stood upright.

Seeing Song Weiwei and the others coming, the two moved aside together, like well-trained soldiers.

Song Weiwei pushed open the door and went in, walked through the small reception room, and saw Li Baihan sitting by the window with Song Chenchen drawing pictures, he was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing a precious watch.

His bones are slender, not only his fingers, but also his wrist bones are very slender. He is very suitable to be a model for displaying jewelry and watches. Song Weiwei's gaze stayed on his wrist for a few seconds before slowly moving up to meet the man looking over With deep eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

The love and hatred in her heart seemed to have disappeared in the man's eyes, her mind went blank, her lips moved several times, but no sound came out.

Song Chenchen is a villain, and turned around to show Song Weiwei a big smile, "Mum, did you bring us breakfast, it seems a bit late today, I'm so hungry."

Song Weiwei came back to her senses, she hurriedly looked away, and could still feel Li Baihan's gaze on her, she pretended not to notice, and walked towards Song Chenchen.

The morning glow was still on the painting paper, with rich colors, giving people a feeling of infinite vitality. Song Chenchen has been painting this painting for several days, and the color is almost finished. It is even more beautiful than the last time she saw it.

"Are you going to finish the painting?"

Song Chenchen's eyes brightened, "Well, I'm done with the last coloring, Mommy, am I serious?"

"Excellent." Song Weiwei couldn't help smiling, "Then let's paint later and go have breakfast first."

"Okay!" Song Chenchen slid off the stool, put on slippers and ran out, leaving only Li Baihan and Song Weiwei in the ward.

Song Weiwei felt very uncomfortable just now, but now that there were only the two of them left in the room, the feeling of discomfort was even worse.

When she turned around and was about to leave, her wrist was grabbed by a big hand with sharp bones. The man's palm was very hot, which made her shiver all over.

She tried hard to withdraw her hand, but was tightly held by that big hand.

He exerted a little force, and Song Weiwei's center of gravity was unsteady, and he staggered a few steps, then fell to sit on his lap, and was immediately hugged by his waist.

Song Weiwei never thought that he would be like this. She wanted to stand up, but she was bound around her waist and couldn't move. She lowered her voice and said, "Let me go!"

Li Baihan held her in his arms, his heart that had been empty for several days was finally filled, he leaned close to her ear, and whispered: "Still angry with me?"

The scorching breath spraying around the ear sockets, coupled with the man's deliberately lowered voice, made her heart tingle, "Let me go!"

She held on to her strong mask, for fear of being coaxed into defeat by him.

Li Baihan's entire chest was pressed against her back, and the two of them were inseparably pressed against each other. The summer clothes were thin, and Song Weiwei could even feel his heart throbbing in his chest.

Li Baihan looked at her trembling eyelashes, and coaxed softly, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have bit you that day."

Song Weiwei remembered the day when he kissed her forcefully, her cheeks were burning hot, she couldn't help but said in shame and indignation: "You still mention it."

"Okay, I won't mention it anymore, let me see if the injury is healed." Li Baihan was kind, afraid that he would really annoy her, and wanted to hide from him.

God knows how much he misses her these days.

Song Weiwei's ears turned red, she pursed her lips, "That wound has already healed."

Li Baihan was startled, then grabbed her left wrist, and picked up her hand, with a smile in his eyes, "I mean your hand, where are you thinking?"

The blush on Song Weiwei's ears exploded and spread to her neck. She turned her face to the other side, wanting to die of shame and anger.

Li Baihan didn't seem to notice her emotions, he looked down at her left hand, which was wrapped with clean gauze, the wound didn't ooze blood anymore, it seemed much better.

"When will the stitches be removed?"

Song Weiwei didn't want to talk to him at first, but he kept talking into her ear, so she had to tilt her head and said, "Go and remove the stitches in a while."

"I go with you."

"No!" Song Weiwei refused without even thinking about it. The wound ran across her entire palm. It must be ugly now, and she didn't want him to see it.

Li Baihan frowned, "Why not?"

Song Weiwei struggled to stand up from his lap. The two of them had been fighting coldly for the past two days, and it was awkward for her to sit on his lap all of a sudden.

"Anyway, don't."

Li Baihan pushed her back again, fearing that she would escape, so he wrapped his hands around her waist, and pulled out his other leg to clamp her legs, forming a complete prison, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Song Song, I haven't seen you for a few days, I want to be with you." The man's voice was deep and sexy, especially when he spoke close to her ear, like scratching her heart with a cat teaser, making her heart go weak .

"Mummy, Shushu, come out for breakfast." Song Chenchen's voice came from the small guest room.

Song Weiwei was taken aback and wanted to stand up quickly. She was sitting on the man's lap like this, and the relationship between the two of them was too ambiguous.

Li Baihan did not let go of her, but still put his arms around her waist forcefully, "Don't push me to other women in the future, okay?"

There was deep grievance in his tone. The reason why he was angry that day was because she didn't care about him and pushed him to others at will.

Even if it is a fake marriage, he will not allow it.

Song Weiwei clenched her lower lip, "Sister Yunxi is not someone else, she and you are alumni."

"She is not the only one of my alumni. If every alumni finds you and hopes that I will marry them in a fake manner, you agree to them all?" Li Baihan restrained his emotions for several days, but at this moment he was on the verge of erupting again.

Song Weiwei: "That's not what I meant."

Li Baihan took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress the irritability in his heart, "Let's go out to eat first, after dinner I will accompany you to the surgery."

This is to expose this matter without mentioning it, Song Weiwei is very tactful and didn't say any more, otherwise the relationship that was finally eased would become tense again.

When the two of them went out one after the other, Song Chenchen watched them smile very happily, showing a row of shining white teeth.

After breakfast, Aunt Rong stayed with Song Chenchen, while Li Baihan accompanied Song Weiwei to the surgery downstairs to remove the stitches. When they arrived at the surgery clinic, the doctor removed the gauze, revealing the wound across the palm.

The wound cut out by the cutting machine was very smooth, and the surgical debridement and sutures were perfect. The wound on her palm healed well, and it didn't look hideous.

Standing by the side, Li Baihan watched the wounds exposed little by little, his pupils shrank slightly, he only saw her hands wrapped in gauze that day, and he never knew her hand injuries were so serious.

"How did it get so serious?"

Song Weiwei raised her other hand to cover his eyes, "Don't look, the doctor will re-bandage the stitches after they are removed, so it won't be so scary."

Li Baihan pulled her hand that was blocking her eyes, and he frowned and said, "I don't think it's scary, but I feel distressed. The cutting machine is too dangerous, so try not to touch it in the future."

Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, hiding the emotion in her eyes, "That day was just an accident."

It's okay if she doesn't say anything, but as soon as Li Baihan talks about it, she thinks of the day when her hand was injured, it seems that it was the day when Mu Yunxi came to ask him for a fake marriage.

So her hand hurt because of Mu Yunxi's unreasonable request?
Then can he think that she actually doesn't want him to marry Mu Yunxi in a fake marriage, but because Mu Yunxi helped her in the No. [-] Women's Prison, it's not easy for her to refuse and let him refuse?
Thinking of this, he suddenly became less angry. He just looked at the wound on her hand across the palm, and couldn't help feeling distressed.