Too Much to Chase His Wife: The Movie Emperor Wants to Hug

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi's tightly closed door, a smile flashed in his eyes, he took out the unused ointment from the drawer of the short table, and knocked on the door of Zhao Lingxi's room.

Zhao Lingxi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed panting, heard the knock on the door, her whole body tensed up, clutching her hot private parts, and asked in an unnatural voice: "I... I... What do you have? something?"
Hearing Zhao Lingxi's voice, Cheng Huaiqing felt distressed in his heart, determined not to tease her again, and said softly: "I'm here to deliver you the ointment, please open the door."

"Oh." Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but blushed at Cheng Huaiqing's words, endured the pain, and moved to the door step by step, regretting that he ran so fast just now.

Opening the door a little, she leaned behind the door and stretched out her little hand to Cheng Huaiqing, "Just give me the ointment."

Seeing this, Cheng Huaiqing didn't say much, and put the ointment in Zhao Lingxi's palm. Just when Zhao Lingxi was about to withdraw his little hand, his eyes sparkled, and he asked with a light smile, "You really don't need my help?"

The one who answered him was Zhao Lingxi who quickly closed the door, and with the sound of the door closing with a "boom", Zhao Lingxi's voice came from inside: "No, no need, you can go to work first."

"Okay." Cheng Huaiqing glanced at Zhao Lingxi's back printed on the glass, and agreed with a smile.

"What do you want for lunch? I'll cook."

"Anything is fine." Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's words, Zhao Lingxi agreed casually.

When she heard Cheng Huaiqing's footsteps leaving, she let go of the door that she had been pressing against with her back, ran to the bed, and applied medicine to herself.

The ointment Cheng Huaiqing prepared for her was very effective. As soon as she put it on, she felt a burst of coolness from the wound, and then applied the ointment to the rest of her body.

The cool feeling instantly cleared her mind up a lot. She seemed to have remembered something, and then realized that Cheng Huaiqing just said that she was going to cook for her.

Thinking of Cheng Huaiqing's destructive power, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but twitch. It seems that their family should change the tableware tomorrow.

Feeling that her lower body was not so uncomfortable, she stood up and went to the kitchen to see if she could save something.

When she walked to the door of the kitchen, she didn't feel a little dumbfounded.

Cheng Huaiqing was holding the kitchen knife high in his left hand, and his eyes were aimed at the round tomato with water droplets hanging on it.

"What are you doing"?
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but speak out.

Hearing Zhao Lingxi's voice, Cheng Huaiqing turned his head and smiled at her, "Honey, why did you run out? Don't worry, I'll make you tomato and egg noodles, just wait for a while."

Cheng Huaiqing's gentle smile was as gorgeous as spring flowers blooming, Zhao Lingxi felt that his eyes blurred, and if he didn't pay attention, he was bewitched by Cheng Huaiqing.

When she came to her senses, the kitchen knife that Cheng Huaiqing held high in her hand had already landed on the chopping board, and there was a loud "bang" sound against the chopping board.

A good chopping board, after Cheng Huaiqing's knife went down, it instantly fell apart, and pieces of bamboo were scattered all over the floor.

And the tomato that was not lying quietly on the chopping board just now rolled from the chopping board to the ground intact, as if mocking Cheng Huaiqing's incompetence, rolled twice on the ground, and then stopped at Cheng Huaiqing's feet .

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi as if he was looking at him like a monster, smiled awkwardly, and accidentally stepped on the tomato beside his feet.

A good tomato instantly turned into tomato sauce all over the place.

Looking at the scene in the kitchen, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but twitch.

Why does the clean kitchen she tidied up look a bit like a murder scene after Cheng Huaiqing's tossing around?
"Let me come..."

She walked into the kitchen while talking, and just took two steps when she heard a "bang" explosion from the microwave oven.

Before the explosion hit the ground, Cheng Huaiqing grabbed Zhao Lingxi and lay down on the ground.

The entire kitchen instantly smelled of burning, and her newly bought microwave oven was also turned into pieces of scrap iron with the sound of the explosion.

Standing up, Zhao Lingxi patted the ashes on her body, only to realize that a large piece of ketchup was stained on her white dress.And the position of the ketchup is impartial, just on the lower body, it looks like it was made by my aunt.

Zhao Lingxi glanced at the skirt on her body speechlessly, then turned her head to look at Cheng Huaiqing whose white shirt was covered with ketchup, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"why are you laughing"?
Cheng Huaiqing frowned, seeing Zhao Lingxi laughing up and down, his voice couldn't help cooling down, he just wanted to cook a meal, he didn't expect to lose such a big man in front of Zhao Lingxi.

"No, no, it's nothing..." Zhao Lingxi smiled, as if she had forgotten how she looked when she fled just now, rubbed the tears that were about to flow from the corners of her eyes, and asked, "What did you put in the microwave oven? All exploded"?
Cheng Huaiqing listened to Zhao Lingxi's words, with a dark face, glanced at the microwave oven that was blown into pieces, and said, "I just put two eggs in it, really, it's all because the microwave oven you bought is not good."

As he said that, he walked to the microwave oven with only the base left, picked up the "culprit" with only a little black protein left, and said, "Hey, it's all right now, eggs can't be eaten."

Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's childish voice, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but smile wryly, unexpectedly Cheng Huaiqing didn't even have this little common sense in life.

Suddenly remembering the dishes Cheng Huaiqing cooked for her last time, she couldn't help thinking, if it wasn't for the poor presentation of the dishes last time, she couldn't help but wonder if Cheng Huaiqing ordered takeaway?
Looking at the mess in the kitchen, he smiled and shook his head, pushing Cheng Huaiqing's broad shoulders with a small hand: "Let's go out and wash first."

"Then here?" Cheng Huaiqing frowned and glanced at the messy kitchen he had made, and asked, "Why don't I clean up the kitchen first?"
As soon as Zhao Lingxi heard Cheng Huaiqing's words, he immediately pushed Cheng Huaiqing harder with his small hands, "Go wash and change your clothes, just leave it to me here."

Saying that, without giving Cheng Huaiqing a chance to refuse, he pushed Cheng Huaiqing out of the door and closed the kitchen door.

If it weren't for Cheng Huaiqing's quick dodge, the kitchen door would almost hit Cheng Huaiqing's back.

Cheng Huaiqing turned his head and glanced at the closed kitchen door, touched his nose helplessly, only then realized that his big palm was also dark.

Hearing the sound of Zhao Lingxi tidying up in the kitchen, he shook his head, turned and went into the bathroom.

The sticky feeling on her body made her very uncomfortable.

While tidying up the messy tableware in the kitchen by Cheng Huaiqing, Zhao Lingxi felt sorry for her newly bought microwave oven.

She originally planned to buy a microwave oven and bake bread by herself in the future, but she didn't expect Cheng Huaiqing to destroy this microwave oven before it was even used.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Lingxi decided in his heart that Cheng Huaiqing would never be allowed to come into the kitchen again.

Quickly packed everything in the kitchen, took one last look at the broken microwave, packed it into a garbage bag, and started preparing lunch.

She remembered that it was almost eleven o'clock when they came back from the hotel, and now it has been delayed for half a day, so it is probably getting late.

Opening the door of the kitchen, he glanced at the wall clock in the hall, which clearly displayed the words [-]:[-].

Seeing that it wasn't long before she went to work, she thought that Cheng Huaiqing had always loved her tomato and egg noodles.

Without hesitation, he took out a tomato and two eggs from the refrigerator, and two bowls of brightly colored tomato and egg noodles appeared on the cabinet.

"Honey, what did you make? It smells so good?" Cheng Huaiqing, after showering and changing, walked towards the kitchen while wiping his hair.

When his eyes fell on the bowl of tomato and egg noodles in Zhao Lingxi's hand, his face suddenly froze.

His eyes glanced at the ketchup stained on Zhao Lingxi's skirt, and then at the noodles in Zhao Lingxi's hand.

Following Cheng Huaiqing's eyes, Zhao Lingxi saw a large ball of red tomato sauce on her skirt, and looked at Cheng Huaiqing with apologetic eyes. She just thought that making tomato egg noodles would be faster, but she forgot about it.

"I, I didn't do it on purpose..." Putting a bowl of noodles on the dining table, she lowered her head in embarrassment.

"It's okay." Cheng Huaiqing walked in front of Zhao Lingxi, rubbed her hair with his big hands, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhao Lingxi looked at Cheng Huaiqing's back, a look of worry flashed from his eyes, and followed Cheng Huaiqing in small steps, seeing him bring out another bowl of noodles from the cupboard, he felt relieved.

"How about I go make you something else"?
Zhao Lingxi watched Cheng Huaiqing put the noodles on the dining table with tangled eyes.

"This is also very good."

Cheng Huaiqing pulled out a chair and pushed Zhao Lingxi onto it, "Eat quickly, or you'll be late for work later on."

"Oh." Zhao Lingxi glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and secretly glanced at Cheng Huaiqing, seeing that there was no expression of reluctance on his face, he quickly ate noodles into his mouth.

It was almost one o'clock after eating, Zhao Lingxi picked up two empty bowls and put them in the kitchen, and changed the dirty clothes on her body.

Cheng Huaiqing drove her to work.

It was still raining when they went out, but it was much lighter than when they came back.

After sending Zhao Lingxi to the door of the office building, Cheng Huaiqing explained a few words, watched her enter the office building, and then drove back.

"Yo, who is this?"
As soon as Zhao Lingxi walked to the elevator, he heard an unkind voice behind him.

Turning her head, she saw a woman with wine-red curly hair and high cheekbones, crossing her arms and looking at Zhao Lingxi sideways.

Zhao Lingxi didn't know this woman.

Looking around for a while, seeing that there was no one else around him, Zhao Lingxi raised a standard smile at the woman: "This beauty, are you talking about me?"