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

"Just now, thank you." Sister Liang said with a little embarrassment in her voice. After she finished speaking, she turned her head and sat back in her seat without waiting for Zhao Lingxi to return.

After listening to Sister Liang's words, Zhao Lingxi twitched the corners of her mouth, stood up, picked up the proposal that Hu Jieming had thrown out just now, walked back to her seat, and seriously revised the question he just asked herself.

There was a momentary awkwardness in the office.

"That... Sister Liang..."

Zhao Lingxi glanced at Sister Liang in front of her, and called out.

"Huh?" Sister Liang heard Zhao Lingxi's voice and turned around, her eyes were still a little embarrassed.

"I want to ask you a question, can I?"
Zhao Lingxi held the planning book in his hand, and asked hesitantly.

"Well, let's talk."

"Please read this for me." Seeing that Sister Liang agreed, Zhao Lingxi walked up to her with the planning book: "I don't quite understand the place Mr. Hu talked about just now, please explain it to me." ".

As she spoke, her finger pointed to a spot marked in red.

It was almost time to go to work, and the people in the office came to the office one after another, but when they saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't help being a little stunned.

Some people even rubbed their eyes, wondering if they had read it wrong. They never expected that the two people who had been facing each other could sit together so harmoniously.

But no matter how much he rubbed his eyes, he still saw what he saw before.

After listening to what Sister Liang said, Zhao Lingxi suddenly felt that Sister Liang's seniority really had something real.

She just randomly asked a question for the purpose of comforting Sister Liang, but she didn't expect that Sister Liang could derive so much from that question.

After Sister Liang finished speaking, Zhao Lingxi had a sweet smile on her face, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. If it wasn't for the time being too late, she really wanted Sister Liang to talk to her in depth.

In the surprised eyes of other people in the office, I thanked Sister Liang and walked out with the plan she had made.

With the guidance of the two masters, Hu Jieming and Sister Liang, Zhao Lingxi's planning plan was much more complete than before. In the afternoon, when facing the questions raised by the client, Zhao Lingxi was well prepared and signed the client without any accidents.

After signing this first client, Zhao Lingxi felt that her whole heart was jumping for joy, and she was more confident about her future work.

When he came out from the client, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help calling Cheng Huaiqing.

After 41 seconds of busy tone, a mechanical female voice came from the phone: "Sorry, the person you dialed has shut down..."

He should still be shooting things in the studio, right?

Looking at the phone that was gradually turning black, Zhao Lingxi didn't think too much about it. Holding the signed contract, she walked back with a little excitement.

Handing in the contract, clocking in, and leaving get off work, everything was done in one go, but when she walked to the gate of the company, she still didn't see Cheng Huaiqing coming to pick her up, a look of doubt flashed in her eyes, she took out her mobile phone, and called Cheng Huaiqing again .

The voice on the phone was still a mechanical female voice.

"Ling Xi, what's the matter?" When Hu Jieming walked out of the office, he saw Zhao Lingxi still standing at the door, holding his cell phone with a slight expression on his face.

"That guy hasn't come to pick you up yet"?
"Yeah." Zhao Lingxi looked at Hu Jieming and nodded, "I don't know if he is busy, and the phone is turned off..."

When she said this, there was some anxiety in her tone.

Hu Jieming patted Zhao Lingxi's back with his big hand, "Maybe he's still busy, or I'll take you back first?"
"But..." Zhao Lingxi looked at Hu Jieming, hesitation flashed across his face, and under Hu Jieming's encouraging eyes, he finally nodded, "That's fine."

After getting in the car, Hu Jieming looked at Zhao Lingxi's still frowning expression, his eyes darkened, and asked, "How did your plan today go with the client? Did you agree?"
"Huh?" Zhao Lingxi was thinking about something, when she heard Hu Jieming's voice, she was startled, and suddenly raised her head to look at him, "Planning"?
After finishing speaking, she talked and laughed as if thinking of something, looked at Hu Jieming with bright eyes, and said: "Today, thanks to the guidance of you and Sister Liang, I can respond freely to the questions raised by customers."

"Sister Liang?" Hearing Zhao Lingxi's words, Hu Jieming frowned slightly, "Is that the woman who finds fault as soon as I return to the office today"?
"Don't say that." Zhao Lingxi looked at Hu Jieming's face and said, "Maybe everyone has their own difficulties..."

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head.

"What are you thinking about?" Hu Jieming glanced at Zhao Lingxi, and his eyes returned to the front again: "Why do you suddenly feel emotional?"
Hearing Hu Jieming's question, Zhao Lingxi turned his face, glanced at him, and said lightly: "It's nothing."

The cabin fell into silence again.

On Cheng Huaiqing's side, as soon as he came out of the studio, Yuan Yiyang trotted over and held him back: "Huaiqing, let's go to Miss Yuwen's place together"?
"What's wrong with her?" Cheng Huaiqing asked, frowning upon hearing Yuan Yiyang's words.

"Her!" Yuan Yiyang's delicate brows were also tightly frowned, and he said in a high-pitched voice worriedly: "I just saw that it was almost time to get off work, so I went to Sister Yuwen's place to have a look. I wanted to ask her what she wanted to do at night." What to eat, I bought for her, but who knows, she didn't go to the doctor for a whole day, and the redness and swelling on her face were more serious than it looked in the morning."

As he said that, he glanced at Cheng Huaiqing's gloomy face, and persuaded him, "Her face is disfigured and she's in a bad mood. We can understand what to do, but we have to go to the doctor. Now the entire production crew is only yours." She can hear..."

"Yes." Before Yuan Yiyang finished speaking, Cheng Huaiqing nodded, "I see."

After finishing speaking, he strode towards Song Yuwen's room.

The person who greeted him was the closed wooden door. After knocking on the door, Song Yuwen didn't say anything this time, and opened the door directly.

She was still wearing the same clothes as in the morning, but her hair was a little tidied up, and it hung softly around her face. The redness and swelling on her face were hidden under the cover of her hair, making her look even more terrifying.

"you……"

Cheng Huaiqing stretched out his hand to lift the hair covering the right half of her face, and his movements were deliberately gentle, so as not to touch the top of Song Yuwen's face, but Song Yuwen's body was still visibly stiff.

"Why didn't you go to the doctor?"
Cheng Huaiqing frowned, and said in a cold voice: "Do you know that if your face misses the best time for treatment, even if you have plastic surgery in the future, there may be marks on it"?
Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's reproachful words, Song Yuwen was overjoyed, raised her head, and looked at Cheng Huaiqing with bright eyes: "Are you caring about me?"
After finishing speaking, seeing Cheng Huaiqing's dark face, she explained softly: "There are too many people in the production crew during the day, and there are so many fans. I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to go out in this appearance, and it will affect your image..."

Then, under Cheng Huaiqing's gaze, she couldn't help lowering her head, and asked without confidence: "Can you take me to the hospital?"
Hearing Song Yuwen's request, Cheng Huaiqing suddenly remembered that Zhao Lingxi was still waiting for him to pick him up, and instinctively wanted to refuse.

Yuan Yiyang, who had been standing behind Cheng Huaiqing, looked at Cheng Huaiqing's expression, instantly understood his answer, and said first: "Huaiqing, look at how thoughtful Sister Yuwen is for you. You can't let her take care of you this late at night. Should a woman go to the hospital by herself? What if something happens to her?"
As he said that, he secretly took a look at Cheng Huaiqing's somewhat relaxed expression: "Look, you are with Zhao Lingxi every day, and it's not too late. After all, Sister Yuwen..."

"Okay, I know." Cheng Huaiqing kept talking in Yuan Yiyang's ear, and couldn't help interrupting.

He said to Song Yuwen: "Let's go", and walked outside first.

Yuan Yiyang looked at Song Yuwen who was still in a daze, and quickly poked her, "Sister Yuwen, why don't you go quickly?"
As he spoke, he cast a smug look at Song Yuwen.

Listening to Yuan Yiyang's words, Song Yuwen trotted to catch up with Cheng Huaiqing.

Sending Song Yuwen all the way to Fafa Hospital, Cheng Huaiqing originally wanted to go back quickly, but when he was about to turn around, Song Yuwen suddenly grabbed his hand:

"Huaiqing, I'm so flustered, can you..."

"Hmm." Cheng Huaiqing took a look at Song Yuwen who was sitting in the waiting room, looking a bit pitiful, and patted Song Yuwen's shoulder with his big hand: "Don't worry, it's fine. A good plastic surgeon guarantees that you will be as beautiful as before.”

"Pretty?" This was the first time Song Yuwen heard Cheng Huaiqing say she was beautiful, and it was still in such a gentle tone.

She couldn't help lowering her head, and a look of sadness flashed in her eyes. If Cheng Huaiqing would talk to her like this normally, she would have been overjoyed.

But now...

She stretched out her hand to touch her injured cheek, and as soon as her fingers touched her, her body couldn't help but twitch, the pain on her cheek conveyed to her the fact of how hideous this half of her face was.

"What's wrong"?
The big hand on Song Yuwen's shoulder obviously felt the body under him tremble, and patted Song Yuwen's shoulder again, cheering her up with the movement of his hand.

"I'm fine..."

Feeling the strong hands on her shoulders, Song Yuwen's heart felt a little more stable, yearning for the feeling of being cared by Cheng Huaiqing.

"Number three, Song Yuwen..."

The nurse's call came from the diagnosis room, Song Yuwen responded, and looked back at Cheng Huaiqing.

"Go." Cheng Huaiqing patted Song Yuwen on the back, "I'll wait for you here."

His tone returned to his usual businesslike tone, but, hearing these words in Song Yuwen's heart, he was a little more moved, even if she thought too much...

He turned his head and walked towards the diagnosis room.

Looking at Song Yuwen's back, Cheng Huaiqing raised his left arm and glanced at his watch.