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

It has to be said that Hu Jieming has the ability to control people's hearts, coupled with his already deceptive voice, the fans bowed their heads in shame.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Hu Jieming cleared his throat and said: "As Huai Qing's former teammate, I will replace Huai Qing, thank you for your love for him, if you think what I just said makes sense, then we will leave now Bar"?
Hu Jieming's voice sounded in the sky above the entrance of the company. Fans, look at me and I look at you. This small group that was formed temporarily fell apart in an instant.

A group of people were as neat as when they came, and dispersed in different directions with a tacit understanding.

The employee who had taken a fancy to Jian learned that a farce ended just like that. Turning around and taking a look, Zhao Lingxi, who gradually emerged from the crowd, also started to disperse.

Not long after, only Zhao Lingxi and Hu Jieming were left at the door of the company.

"Thank you just now." Zhao Lingxi raised her head, looked at Hu Jieming who had been staring at her, calmed down her emotions, and said with a smile.

"Do you still need to say thank you to me?" Hu Jieming just focused all his attention on those fans, and didn't notice that something was wrong with Zhao Lingxi.

As usual, he patted Zhao Lingxi's shoulder with his big hand, and said with a sly smile on his face: "Since you sincerely want to thank me, why not treat me to a meal when you are free, I haven't eaten for a long time It’s better than your braised pork.”

As he said that, he glanced around, Cheng Huaiqing's car hadn't arrived yet, and he took Zhao Lingxi's arm without hesitation: "Forget it, it's better to hit the sun today, if that guy didn't come to pick you up today, I'll send you back , stop by your place for a meal."

"you……"

Although Zhao Lingxi had a smile on his face, he still felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart because of what Hu Jieming said just now, "Your idol is so busy, how can you have time to spend all day around a woman".

He wanted to reject Hu Jieming, but he had already pulled him onto his flamboyant white extended Lincoln.

Seeing this, Zhao Lingxi couldn't say anything more. When he returned to the apartment in Hu Jieming's car, Cheng Huaiqing still didn't come back.

"Cheng Huaiqing, that guy is too mean. He bought such a nice house and never invited me to visit it."

As soon as he walked into the apartment, Hu Jieming didn't regard himself as an outsider at all. He took out a bottle of [-] Lafite from Cheng Huaiqing's wine cabinet, and then took out a goblet. He sat on the sofa and poured it for himself. He drank a glass of wine and sipped the wine while talking.

Zhao Lingxi looked at Hu Jie's familiar appearance, smiled and shook his head, "Huaiqing should be back soon, right? You sit down for a while, I'm going to cook."

"Yeah." Hu Jieming watched Zhao Lingxi hang an apron on his body, nodded, and said, "I still want to eat the crucian carp soup you made."

After finishing speaking, seeing Zhao Lingxi turning around with a smile, he added: "By the way, the crucian carp soup must be boiled for a while to make the soup thicker."

When Zhao Lingxi heard Hu Jieming's additional conditions, she turned her head and glanced at him again, and said with a smile, "I never thought you would still be the same. It's been five years since you left, and your taste hasn't changed at all."

Looking at Zhao Lingxi's smile, Hu Jieming felt his heart tremble violently. He coughed softly, picked up the red wine glass on the table, and concealed his embarrassment: "Ahem... The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change." Well, who isn't obsessed with it?"
When he said he was obsessed, Zhao Lingxi noticed that he seemed to glance at her, but when she looked at Hu Jieming seriously, she found that Hu Jieming's eyes were attracted by the football game on TV.

She shook her head, maybe she was thinking too much?
Turn around and walk to the kitchen.

I have to say that Hu Jieming's luck is quite good. When Zhao Lingxi was on vacation last weekend, he just bought a few crucian carps and kept them at home, making soup for Cheng Huaiqing's arms.

Hu Jieming came today, and there are two left.

Hearing the footsteps of Zhao Lingxi turning around, Hu Jieming withdrew his eyes from the TV and looked at the back of Zhao Lingxi walking towards the kitchen. In fact, she was his deepest obsession.

When Zhao Lingxi's back disappeared into the kitchen, Hu Jieming withdrew his gaze, drank the red wine in his hand, and continued to watch the football game on TV.

When Cheng Huaiqing came back, he saw the white extended Lincoln parked at the door, and when he saw the aggressive car, he knew it was Hu Jieming.

As soon as he opened the door, what he saw was Hu Jieming with his legs crossed, leisurely watching the football game on TV, with the bottle of his rare red wine in front of him.

He couldn't help saying coldly: "Mr. Hu, why do you have time to visit the humble house today? I remember that I couldn't even invite you last time."

Relying on the sneer on Cheng Huaiqing's face, Hu Jieming couldn't help shivering, cursing secretly in his heart: You stingy man, still remembering that he didn't bring his car back last time.

But there was a smile on his face, and he said: "Actually, I didn't even think about coming here, but when I got off work, I saw a kitten in someone's house surrounded by a group of ignorant fans of someone, so I had to help Solved the circle."

As he spoke, he picked up the wine bottle in front of him and filled his glass with half a glass of red wine again.

"I was worried that the poor kitten would be bullied again, so I had to show kindness and send her here."

Regarding the "kitten" in Hu Jie's words, how can menstruation not know who he is referring to?

He had heard about what happened at the gate of Huahai Company just now. Although he was very anxious, he was entangled by some things and couldn't leave.

Fortunately, even if Hu Jieming came out, he helped Zhao Lingxi out of the siege.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Hu Jieming with a trace of gratitude in his eyes, but still with a dark face, he said in a cold voice: "How did I hear that someone sang my song in front of my little fans today? And said yes Where are my fans?"
As he said that, seeing the smile on Hu Jieming's face froze on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he strode towards Hu Jieming, picking up the half bottle of red wine left on the low table.

"you……"

Hu Jieming looked at Cheng Huaiqing's movements, his lips trembled, and he argued, "Who is your fan? You think so beautifully! I am a big man, how could I like a sissy little boy like you?" Woolen cloth"?
As he spoke, he looked sideways at Cheng Huaiqing, who was pouring the red wine taken from him into a goblet, and said, "I did it today as a stopgap measure to save Zhao Lingxi, don't be too narcissistic." ".

After Hu Jieming finished speaking, he squinted his eyes and looked at Cheng Huaiqing complacently. He should have nothing to say this time, right?
"Really?" Cheng Huaiqing finished pouring the wine, and gently shook the goblet in his hand with his fingers, staring at the ordinary purple-red swirling red wine in the glass: "Then, don't I want to thank you?"
Hu Jieming looked at Cheng Huaiqing's shining eyes, and for some reason, he had a vague premonition in his heart.

However, on the face, he pretended to be calm and said: "That's natural."

As he spoke, he took a sip of the red wine, looked at the half bottle of red wine behind Cheng Huaiqing, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "As for how you think and thank you, that's up to you."

"Oh?" Cheng Huaiqing acted as if he didn't see Hu Jieming's eyes, holding the wine glass, smiling and sitting on the single sofa next to Hu Jieming, raised the glass to Hu Jieming, took a sip of red wine, and then put the glass down On the short table in front of him, he said with a smile: "Don't worry, since you have come to me, I will definitely make you feel at home."

After finishing speaking, he supported his knees with both hands and stood up.

"Home away from home?" Hu Jie looked at Cheng Huaiqing without knowing why, but found that Cheng Huaiqing walked straight into the kitchen under his gaze.

"Ling Xi, I'm sorry..."

Cheng Huaiqing walked to Zhao Lingxi's side, wrapped his arms around Zhao Lingxi's small waist, and put his face on Zhao Lingxi's back.

Zhao Lingxi's hands that were washing the vegetables suddenly paused, shaking off the water droplets on the leaves of the vegetables: "You go out quickly, the meal will be ready in a while, you go and chat with Hu Jieming for a while."

As soon as Zhao Lingxi mentioned Hu Jieming's name, Cheng Huaiqing remembered his purpose in Lin's Kitchen.

The big hand took Zhao Lingxi's small hand, put the lettuce leaves that had been washed in her hand aside, and pushed Zhao Lingxi outside: "Go and rest for a while, I'll make dinner tonight."

"Huh?" When Zhao Lingxi heard Cheng Huaiqing said that he was going to cook, the image of him cutting tomatoes last time and the messy kitchen he made appeared in his mind. go out.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi who was hanging on the door, opened the little elf's hand with his big hand finger by finger, and said with a smile: "You can rest well tonight, don't worry, I will be fine entertain him".

When Cheng Huaiqing said the word "hospitality", he looked in Hu Jieming's direction. Zhao Lingxi didn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly, but he always felt that Cheng Huaiqing's words had some malicious intentions.

However, thinking about the glorious deeds of Cheng Huaiqing who almost blew up the kitchen some time ago, he secretly thought: he cooks the kitchen himself, which is the biggest malicious intention towards Hu Jieming.

The fingers were all broken by Cheng Huaiqing, and he could only push and close the door.

Turning her head, she smiled awkwardly at Hu Jieming who was looking at her. With outsiders around, she was too embarrassed to refute Cheng Huaiqing's face.

Turn around and walk like a sofa.

Sitting on the sofa, chatting with Hu Jieming casually, but Zhao Lingxi's nerves were always tense, and she almost pricked up her ears to listen to the kitchen.

Fortunately, apart from the irregular banging of pots and pans, there was nothing unexpected in the kitchen.

"What's the matter?" Hu Jieming looked at Zhao Lingxi's nervous expression, and he couldn't help becoming nervous.

"No……"

Zhao Lingxi looked at Hu Jieming, shook his head, and said, "It's just that if you want to eat my braised pork, I'm afraid it's..."

Before she finished speaking, the sound of broken porcelain came into her ears.

He stood up quickly, ran out of the kitchen, and patted on the glass door of the kitchen: "Huaiqing, are you okay?"