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

Back in the crew, Cheng Huaiqing was relieved that the attitude of his fans was completely opposite to yesterday's. Although they were still very concerned about his injury, they were no longer as crazy as yesterday.

Regarding this point, he had to admit that Hu Jieming still had some tricks.

If Hu Jieming was not there yesterday, I don’t know what those crazy fans would do to Zhao Lingxi. If he went there in person yesterday, he might have clashed with the fans because of this. In that case, maybe his career as an actor can be regarded as It's over.

However, he felt a little strange that he didn't see Song Yuwen as soon as he came in today.

Without thinking too much, he walked to his room in the crew while there was still some time before the filming of his scenes.

Before taking two steps, Yuan Yiyang twisted his water snake waist that might break at any moment, and trotted towards him.

While wiping the sweat from his head, he stood in front of Cheng Huaiqing with his orchid fingers raised, and said, "Oh, Huaiqing, why are you here so late today"?
"There's something wrong, I'm late." Cheng Huaiqing listened to the original question, and couldn't help but sound like he didn't want to come to the set at home today. He shook his head helplessly, without revealing much emotion in his voice, and asked, "What's the matter?" "?
Yuan Yiyang took Cheng Huaiqing's arm, still twisting his slender water snake waist, and said: "Yesterday, in order to appease the fans, Sister Yuwen was accidentally knocked down by the fans and stepped on a few times. The left half of her face almost collapsed. It's disfigured, and I'm in a bad mood right now."

As he spoke, he took a sneak look at Cheng Huaiqing, saw that his brows were slightly frowned, and continued: "Whoever tried to persuade her was kicked out, so everyone is waiting for you."

"Well, I see." After listening to Yuan Yiyang's words, Cheng Huaiqing's attitude still didn't change much, he lowered his head slightly and said in a little thought.

Seeing Cheng Huaiqing's indifferent expression, Yuan Yiyang couldn't help sighing, "Oh, sister Yuwen is also a poor person"!
"What?" Cai Wen was thinking about the question with his head down, when he heard Yuan Yiyang speak suddenly, he asked with some doubts.

Seeing Cheng Huaiqing's eyes on him, Yuan Yiyang pulled his face, and continued: "Sister Yuwen treats you well, that is obvious to all of us, don't tell me, you don't understand her thoughts"?
The original words made Cheng Huaiqing fall into deep thought again, and Yuan Yiyang's slightly complaining voice was still next to his ears:

"Tell me, sister Yuwen is such a good woman. She runs around all day for your affairs and helps you take care of everything, but you still can't see her kindness. All my heart is on that woman named Zhao Lingxi."

Seeing that Cheng Huaiqing didn't speak, Yuan Yiyang simply let go, and said all he wanted to say these days: "I really don't know what's so good about that Zhao Lingxi, it's worth your special affection for her, and I can't even see sister Yuwen's love for her." Your dedication, let me tell you, that woman named Zhao Lingxi, apart from causing trouble for you, will not do you any good..."

Cheng Huaiqing was still thinking about yesterday's fan riot incident, but now, when Yuan Yiyang said that Zhao Lingxi was not good, and that Zhao Lingxi was not good, his face darkened, and his voice became a little colder than before. Said: "You just need to do your part well, it's not your turn to intervene in my affairs."

Cheng Huaiqing's icy voice made Yuan Yiyang's body tremble alluringly, all the words he hadn't spoken yet were stuck in his throat, and there was grievance in his eyes.

Cheng Huaiqing had never been so cold to him before, it was all because of that woman Zhao Lingxi...

Thinking of this, Yuan Yiyang's resentment towards Zhao Lingxi deepened.

At this moment, Cheng Huaiqing ignored Yuan Yiyang, who was like a resentful woman, and strode towards the place where Song Yuwen lived.

As Yuan Yiyang said, after coming back from looking for you, Ling Xi, all his thoughts were on Ling Xi, and he cared too little about Song Yuwen.

It's not that she doesn't know Song Yuwen's feelings for him, it's just that he can't give her what she wants.

When he reached the door of the hut where Song Yuwen lived temporarily, he stopped suddenly and knocked on the door of the hut.

There was a sound of something falling to the ground inside, followed by Song Yuwen's irritable voice: "Didn't I tell you, let you all go away, don't bother me..."

Immediately afterwards, there was another sound of something falling to the ground.

Cheng Huaiqing listened to the movement inside, and turned his head to look at Yuan Yiyang, who had a sad face, his doubts were conveyed in his eyes.

Yuan Yiyang received Cheng Huaiqing's questioning gaze, immediately put away the expression on his face, spread his hands helplessly towards Cheng Huaiqing, and said in a low voice: "Miss Yuwen was fine last night, and she had an appointment with the doctor when she saw the doctor." Just kidding, but, I don’t know what happened to her this morning? No one is there.”

Going along, he took a look at Cheng Huaiqing's increasingly dark face, and continued: "Even the director was shut down when he came, and sister Yuwen scolded him through the door..."

"Well, I see." Cheng Huaiqing poked the bridge of his nose habitually, and asked, "Is she seriously injured?"
"This..." Yuan Yiyang's delicate brows were tightly frowned, "I remember last night, the skin was scratched a little, and that spot was red and red..."

Yuan Yiyang originally wanted to say that what he was looking at was nothing serious, but when he saw Cheng Huaiqing's indifferent expression, he suddenly couldn't help exaggerating a bit.

"En." Cheng Huaiqing nodded with no expression on his face, turned around and pushed open Song Yuwen's door.

As the door was pushed open, a transparent glass drew a graceful arc in the air and smashed towards the door.

Following the smashing of the glass, there was Song Yuwen's irritable voice: "Get out! Get out! Get out of here..."

As the cup flew over, Yuan Yiyang's small face as big as a slap turned pale in an instant, and his body instinctively dodged towards the door.

Cheng Huaiqing couldn't dodge in time, so he stretched out his big hand, and took the cup that was thrown at him into his hand. The cup was so strong that his big hand was slightly numb from the shock.

Watching Cheng Huaiqing take the cup, Yuan Yiyang let go of the little heart that he had been carrying all along.

Holding the transparent cup in his big hand, Cheng Huaiqing strode towards Song Yuwen's side.

The Song Yuwen in front of me is completely different from the shrewd and capable woman in the past.

The hair that was always combed meticulously was hanging messily on his face at this moment, and he was still wearing the clothes from yesterday.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Song Yuwen suddenly raised her head and said harshly: "I tell you to get out, get out..."

Before he finished speaking, looking at Cheng Huaiqing who was walking towards him step by step, what he didn't say was replaced by tears.

Looking at Cheng Huaiqing whose pupils were constantly enlarged, Song Yuwen moved her lips, and it took a long time to find her voice: "Huaiqing, you, you are here..."

They had never seen Song Yuwen like this before. On her palm-sized face, the right cheek was swollen high, and half of her face was red.

Yuan Yiyang looked at Song Yuwen in front of him, and unconsciously pressed her white and slender hands on his cheeks, and suddenly couldn't help sighing: "Oh, we women are so pitiful..."

However, no one paid attention to his sigh.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at the decadent Song Yuwen in front of him, pulled his face, and said in a gentle voice: "Yes, I'm here."

As soon as his voice fell, Song Yuwen stood up abruptly, and threw herself into Cheng Huaiqing's arms, smelling the familiar breath wrapped around her nose, her tears couldn't help but flow down:

"Huaiqing, I look like a ghost, do you still want me?"
Seeing Song Yuwen's sudden rush, Cheng Huaiqing frowned, and instinctively wanted to push her away, but, looking at Song Yuwen's pitiful appearance and thinking about her daily life, he suppressed the discomfort in his heart and let it go. she holds.

Hearing Song Yuwen's question, his handsome brows frowned even tighter, and he put a distance between Song Yuwen and him with his big hand, and said kindly: "Yuwen, don't do this."

Song Yuwen raised her head abruptly, her face was covered with tears, she looked at Cheng Huaiqing's embarrassed look, and couldn't help pulling a cruel smile on her face: "Yeah, how could I fall into your trap with my appearance? What about the eyes?"
Saying that, the little hand let go of Cheng Huaiqing's suit, which he was holding tightly, and said helplessly: "You go too, let me be alone for a while..."

Song Yuwen's tone suddenly became much older, and her lifeless words made Cheng Huaiqing's heart tremble violently.

Grabbing Song Yuwen's shoulders with big hands, looking at her, he said, "Yuwen, you should cheer up..."

"Cheer up? Hehe..." Listening to Cheng Huaiqing's helpless words, Song Yuwen pulled a wry smile on her face. Before Cheng Huaiqing finished speaking, she suddenly looked into Cheng Huaiqing's eyes and said with a wry smile, "Cheer up, how do you make me cheer up? I What reason is there to cheer up?"
Yuan Yiyang stood at the door, looking at Song Yuwen in amazement, never expecting that Sister Yuwen, who had always been calm, would say such words to Cheng Huaiqing.

Feeling that the human-shaped central air conditioner in the room was suddenly a little colder, he couldn't help but feel a little worried for Song Yuwen.

Although Cheng Huaiqing has always acted like a gentleman in front of fans, those who are familiar with him know that he has a bad temper.

After Song Yuwen finished speaking, she looked at Cheng Huaiqing's madwoman-like self in her pupils, and felt that Cheng Huaiqing's big hand on her arm exerted a little more strength. She was suddenly a little discouraged, "The crew will be busy soon, you should go get busy Come on, don't worry about me."

"Yuwen, you shouldn't be like this." Cheng Huaiqing looked at Song Yuwen's changing emotions, and looked at her seriously: "Now that the plastic surgery technology is so advanced, your voice will definitely return to its original appearance, so, You don't have to give up on yourself..."

"Yeah." Listening to Cheng Huaiqing's words, Song Yuwen nodded listlessly, and said, "I see, you go and do your work, and leave me alone..."

Hearing Song Yuwen suddenly calm down and speak, Yuan Yiyang couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. The sudden drop in the room temperature just now really scared him to death.

Now, everything is fine, which is great.

Glancing at his watch, he said, "Sister Yuwen, take a good rest. It's almost time for Huaiqing's camera. We're going to see you later."

Song Yuwen glanced at the two people in front of her, nodded, "Go."

Except for the episode of Song Yuwen in the morning, the production team was not much different from before. However, Zhao Lingxi caused an uproar the moment she walked into the office building.