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

"No." Cheng Huaiqing was annoyed by Ye Qianwei's crying, but his voice softened when he thought of Ye Qianwei running all the way back from Australia alone, and he was unaccompanied in the country:
"It's okay, it's not your fault, you haven't come to me for so many years, it's normal that you are not familiar with the surrounding conditions."As he spoke, his eyes flickered.

"I..." Ye Qianwei moved her lips, just as she was about to say something, Zhao Lingxi came over with the bottled water.

He gave Cheng Huaiqing a look, and said softly, "Stand aside, leave this to me."

After finishing speaking, she squatted down in front of Ye Qianwei, picked up a piece of white gauze, soaked it in water, gently lifted Ye Qianwei's gauze skirt that covered her knees, and carefully wiped the dust on her scars.

"Ah!" As soon as Zhao Lingxi's hand touched Ye Qianwei's knee, Ye Qianwei couldn't help but twitched, bit her lips tightly, and stared at Zhao Lingxi pitifully, not letting the pain come out of her mouth again.

That appearance, how pitiful and pitiful it looks.

Zhao Lingxi glanced at Ye Qianwei who was curled up on the sofa, and the movements of her hands were a little more gentle, while saying softly: "Qi Wei, hold on a little bit, if the dust in this wound is not cleaned, It will be easy to suppurate in the future."

Carefully wiping Ye Qianwei's knee with one hand.

After finally cleaning up all the specks of dust on Ye Qianwei's knees, Zhao Lingxi's forehead was sweating like Ye Qianwei's.

"Come on, wipe it off."

Cheng Huaiqing watched Zhao Lingxi stop, put the gauze back into the water, picked up two pieces of tissue, and helped Zhao Lingxi wipe off the sweat on his forehead.

Seeing Cheng Huaiqing's natural movements, Ye Qianwei's eyes flickered, and she hummed and said, "Brother Huaiqing, with my appearance, how can I go to Uncle Cheng's birthday party at night?"
As he said that, he looked at Cheng Huaiqing with aggrieved eyes, "Will he not welcome me like this?"
"Don't worry, it won't happen." Cheng Huaiqing wiped off the sweat that dripped from Zhao Lingxi's forehead, and then walked to Ye Qianwei's side, and gently patted her sweaty head, "Everything is with me." Woolen cloth".

Only now did he notice that Ye Qianwei's forehead was also covered with sweat, so Zhao Lingxi brought two pieces of paper and handed them to Ye Qianwei.

"Brother Huaiqing, my leg hurts."

Ye Qianwei looked at the paper that Cheng Huaiqing handed over, her eyes flickered, she raised her little head, with an expression of grievance on her face.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Ye Qianwei's expression, and helplessly wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Qi Wei, please bear with me, I will give you some medicine, it will recover faster."

Zhao Lingxi used her hand as a fan and fanned her cheeks, feeling the heat from her body dissipated a little, then took out the medicine box, squatted beside Ye Qianwei, and gently reminded her.

"Well, thank you, sister Lingxi." Ye Qianwei lowered her head slightly when she heard Zhao Lingxi's voice, and nodded towards her.

Seeing the medicine box in Zhao Lingxi's hand, as if seeing something terrible, he immediately raised his head and closed his eyes tightly.

A pair of small hands tightly grasped Cheng Huaiqing's sleeves.

What Zhao Lingxi gave Ye Qianwei was the same medicine that Li Kui left behind last time, and the medicine was relatively strong. During the whole process of applying the medicine, Ye Qianwei's small hands tightly grabbed Cheng Huaiqing's sleeve.She bit her lip so hard that blood came out from her lower lip.

But even so, there were still two soft cries of pain from her nostrils from time to time.

After finally giving Ye Qianwei the medicine, Zhao Lingxi's forehead was covered with beads of sweat again, and Cheng Huaiqing's suit sleeves were crumpled by Ye Qianwei.

Ye Qianwei was slumped on the sofa, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

Zhao Lingxi took a fancy to Ye Qianwei's appearance, shook her head helplessly, casually wiped the sweat from her forehead, and signaled Cheng Huaiqing to carry Ye Qianwei back to the room, and she got up to pack unused gauze, ointment and the like.

When Cheng Huaiqing came down from upstairs, he happened to see Zhao Lingxi coming out of the bathroom after pouring the water, and pulled Zhao Lingxi into his arms with his big hands, wrapping her slender waist with ape arms, and pressed his chin on Zhao Lingxi's shoulder, softly Said calmly: "Siwei, this girl, has never been worry-free since she was a child. You have worked hard for you these two days."

Shaking off the water from his hand, he pulled Cheng Huaiqing's hand away, "I'm sweating all over my body now, I'm going to wash it first."

"What? Not happy"?
Seeing that Zhao Lingxi didn't answer his question, Cheng Huaiqing grabbed Zhao Lingxi who was about to go to the bathroom, and made Zhao Lingxi look into his eyes.

"No." Zhao Lingxi shook his head, "Look at my clothes are soaked with sweat, I'd better wash them first and then talk."

"En." Cheng Huaiqing didn't force this time, he let go of Zhao Lingxi's big hand, nodded and said, "It's just that you come out of the shower and change into the dress I just bought for you, and see if it fits."

After finishing speaking, he watched Zhao Lingxi walk into the bathroom.

Zhao Lingxi took a shower, and when he came out, Cheng Huaiqing was already standing straight at the door of the bathroom with a dress in his hand.

As soon as Zhao Lingxi leaned out the door, Cheng Huaiqing imitated the waiter in the clothing store, with a smile on his face, bent slightly, and took the dress out: "Miss, hello, this is your thing, please Keep it".

Seeing Cheng Huaiqing's appearance, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but burst out laughing, took the dress bag in Cheng Huaiqing's hand, and quickly returned to his normal smile, and said softly, "Thank you." .

"Thank you?" Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi's cooperation, a smirk flashed across his face, he looked at Zhao Lingxi and said, "Don't tell me you want to send me a lot of money just by saying thank you? There's no tip or anything"?
"Tips?" Zhao Lingxi looked at Cheng Huaiqing's appearance, and then looked down at himself. Apart from being wrapped in a bath towel, Zhao Lingxi had nothing on him. How could there be any tips?

Frowning and looking at Cheng Huaiqing, he must have done it on purpose.

Just as he was about to take a step, Cheng Huaiqing's ape arm stopped in front of him, and he pointed to his left cheek with his left hand.

Looking at Cheng Huaiqing's actions, Zhao Lingxi couldn't understand what he meant. With a smile in his eyes, he printed a sweet kiss on Cheng Huaiqing's left cheek, with a teasing voice:

"If any store hired such a lecherous waiter like you, it is estimated that the store would have been closed down by customers' complaints."

Hearing Zhao Lingxi's words, Cheng Huaiqing still had a smirk on his face, and said, "You don't want to try on the dress yet, do you want me to help you?"
When talking, he looked at Zhao Lingxi's bare shoulders with flashing eyes: "If this beautiful girl has special requests, I will try my best to agree to you."

Listening to Cheng Huaiqing's words, Zhao Lingxi instantly understood what he meant by the phrase "special request", spat out the word "rogue", hugged the dress, and ran quickly to the room.

When she came out of the room, the bath towel wrapped around her body had been replaced by a bright red floor-to-ceiling dress, and her shoulder-length hair was gently pinned behind her ears with a crystal hairpin, leaving only A few strands of hair hang down in front of her face.

Although there was no makeup on her face, the bright red skirt made her skin like snow.

He glanced at Cheng Huaiqing with some awkwardness, and asked, "Why is it bright red?"
She remembered that Cheng Huaiqing had always liked her to wear plain clothes, and she herself didn't like such ostentatious colors either.

Cheng Huaiqing listened to Zhao Lingxi's question, wrapped his arms around her, pulled Zhao Lingxi into his arms, brushed the broken hair on her forehead with his big hand, and said domineeringly: "Of course the queen of the king will wear this red."

Zhao Lingxi couldn't help laughing again at Cheng Huaiqing's words. He lightly beat Cheng Huaiqing's solid chest with his small hand, and said with feigned anger on his small face, "Madam in the palace? So, please, Your Majesty, how many side concubines do you have?"
Zhao Lingxi's cooperation softened Cheng Huaiqing's resolute face, and he rubbed Zhao Lingxi's hair with a smile: "Not yet, but today I am taking you to recruit a side concubine?"
"Then, how many side concubines will your Majesty plan to recruit?" Zhao Lingxi heard Cheng Huaiqing's half-joking words, her heart moved slightly, her face remained unchanged, and she continued to ask in the tone just now.

"That depends on what my empress Zhenggong wants." Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi's expression of jealousy but didn't say anything, and deliberately teased her.

"Hmph! I won't tell you anymore." Cheng Huaiqing is a professional actor after all, so how could Zhao Lingxi be his opponent?
Seeing the sly smile on Cheng Huaiqing's face, he punched his firm chest a few more times with his little hand, and turned around bitterly.

But before she could take a step, Cheng Huaiqing pulled her back and held her in his arms.

Cheng Huaiqing still pressed his chin on Zhao Lingxi's shoulder, and leaned into her ear and said, "I'm just kidding, you are enough for me in my life."

"you……"

Cheng Huaiqing's magnetic voice kept hitting Zhao Lingxi's eardrums, feeling the warm breath spraying from his ears, Zhao Lingxi's small face instantly turned red from his forehead to the base of his neck.

Even the tiny ears were dyed a touch of crimson, and against the backdrop of the bright red skirt, they looked even more charming and lovely.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi in his arms and felt dry mouth for a while.

After coughing twice in embarrassment, he let go of the big hand around Zhao Lingxi's waist, and patted Zhao Lingxi on the back: "Go and change your clothes first, let's go out for lunch at noon, and go back later."

"En." Zhao Lingxi nodded, and got into the room again. When she came out, she was still wearing the usual home clothes.

Glancing at Cheng Huaiqing who was sitting on the sofa watching TV, he said, "Qiwei's leg is injured. I'm afraid that the food we eat out contains pigments. Let's eat at home for lunch. I'll make a few simple dishes."

After speaking, without waiting for Cheng Huaiqing to answer, he got into the kitchen.