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

Hearing Zhao Lingxi's nervous voice, Cheng Huaiqing turned his head while the car was driving on a road with few people, and gently kissed Zhao Lingxi's face, and said softly: "It's okay, I'm here."

After speaking, he turned his head away and concentrated on driving the car.

The seemingly natural movements between Cheng Huaiqing and Zhao Lingxi, seen in Ye Qianwei's eyes, touched her heart deeply.

Before she came back from Australia, she had already investigated all aspects of Zhao Lingxi, so how could she not know that Brother Huaiqing's parents didn't like her?

She just wanted to bring up this question on purpose, originally to provoke Zhao Lingxi, but she never expected that this woman Zhao Lingxi would be so cunning.

She inadvertently moved her legs, and the pain from her knees made her cry out in pain.

The pain in her knees and in her hands clearly reminded her that all this was caused by the woman in front of her.

The lights in the carriage were very dim, Cheng Huaiqing was only focusing on driving, and didn't notice the expression of Ye Qianwei who was sitting behind the carriage.

The car soon stopped at the gate of Cheng's old house.

Seeing Cheng Huaiqing get out of the car, he went directly to the back of the car.Zhao Lingxi frowned slightly, but Cheng Huaiqing didn't stop at the back door of the car, but walked all the way to the trunk, and took out a wheelchair from it.

When Cheng Huaiqing took out the wheelchair, Zhao Lingxi also got off the manual gray gift box from the car, glanced at the wheelchair Cheng Huaiqing was pushing, and asked with some doubts: "When did you prepare this thing? have no idea"?
When Ye Qianwei saw you, her eyes flickered, and she thought Cheng Huaiqing had specially prepared it for her, but when she heard Cheng Huaiqing's answer, the smile on her small face instantly froze.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at the doubts on Zhao Lingxi's face, patted the armrest of the wheelchair, and said with a light smile, "Yuan Yiyang prepared this for Song Yuwen, and it happened to be placed in my car. I didn't expect it to come in handy now."

After talking, he walked to the back door of the car, opened the door, and prepared to carry Ye Qianwei down.

"Brother Huaiqing, can I not take a wheelchair? Me, I can walk by myself."

Being held in Cheng Huaiqing's arms, Ye Qianwei was very unconfident when she spoke.

Cheng Huaiqing frowned slightly when he heard Ye Qianwei's words, and comforted him with kind words: "Qiwei, be good, there will be a lot of people at the banquet, I'm afraid I'm too busy to take care of you, and you're injured again by yourself, it's okay to stand there convenient".

After finishing speaking, he pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the west gate of the old house.

Although Mr. Cheng's birthday party did not invite any media and it was completely private, some journalists with sharp ears heard the news and rushed to Cheng's old house one after another, wanting to shoot some exclusive reports back.

You know, among the three young masters of the Cheng family, two of them are young, but they are all powerful figures in the business world. leading figures.

No matter which one of these characters is photographed, as long as a little news can be unearthed, their status in the magazine will gradually increase in the future.

For this imaginary bright future, all the reporters who rushed to the door of Cheng's old house wished to sharpen their heads and get in to take pictures of something useful.

However, the ideal is full and the reality is very skinny.The reporters who wanted to follow the crowd into the banquet were all stopped by the impenetrable security guards and ordered to delete the photos.

As for those who were not well-informed, when they rushed to the scene, they could only see the bodyguards surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, and they couldn't even see a shadow of a guest.

Huddled together with his companions who had come earlier, he looked eagerly at the Cheng family's old house surrounded by bodyguards, and could only hope to wait until the guests came out to see if he could buy a big fish.

Cheng Huaixian had long expected that there would be media standing guard, so he directly let the guests enter through the small gate on the west side, and received only a few door attendants, without any pompous and luxurious welcome party.

Walking on the road leading to the west gate of the old house, Zhao Lingxi was curious at first, why did he have to take the small road when he was clearly here to attend Mr. Cheng's birthday party?
However, when her eyes fell on the group of reporters with long guns and short cannons facing the main entrance of the old house, a flash of clarity flashed in her eyes.

It has to be said that the Cheng family's old house was very carefully designed.

The surroundings are all designed in imitation of the Qing Dynasty architecture. The white walls and blue tiles are quite different from the current high-rise buildings, which look very pleasing to the eye.

This was Zhao Lingxi's first visit to the Cheng family's old house, so she was inevitably a little nervous.

Cheng Huaiqing noticed Zhao Lingxi's nervousness, pushed the wheelchair with one hand, and held Zhao Lingxi's small hand with the other. The powerful big hand conveyed strength like Zhao Lingxi.

However, what they didn't know was that this scene happened to be photographed by a reporter who walked to the side of the road by mistake.

When the three of them reached the west gate of the old house, the gatekeeper suddenly blocked Cheng Huaiqing's way.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at these guards, his face darkened, and he asked coldly, "What? Who gave you the power to stop me from going home?"
Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's cold voice, the guard guarding the gate couldn't help but tremble, but still replied very professionally: "I'm sorry, third young master, it wasn't you we stopped."

"Then what do you mean by that?"
Cheng Huaiqing stared fiercely at the guard, whose eyes hidden behind the sunglasses were flickering, but he still said expressionlessly: "These two ladies don't seem to have any invitations."

"They are my guests".

"But," the guard said, facing Cheng Huaiqing's stern face, his legs trembling uncontrollably, "but, the young master said that a guest can only bring one female companion, this..."

"Young Master?" When Cheng Huaiqing heard that his elder brother ordered him, his eyes couldn't help flickering with doubts, he let go of Zhao Lingxi's little hand, let Zhao Lingxi push the wheel, and strode up to the guards .

A handsome face approached the guard's ear, and said in a cold voice: "The young master is talking about a guest, don't tell me, are you treating me as a guest too?"
Seeing that the bodyguard trembled suddenly because of his words, he added: "Or in your eyes, only the young master is the young master of this family"?
"I'm sorry, third young master."

Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's icy voice, the guard felt that the blood flowing in his limbs was about to freeze, he lowered his head slightly, and said modestly towards Cheng Huaiqing.

Seeing this, Cheng Huaiqing snorted coldly, turned around and pushed the wheelchair, leading Zhao Lingxi into it.

After he entered, the guard dared to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Sure enough, the TV screens were all deceptive, and the third young master in front of him was completely different from the modest third young master he saw on TV.

When Cheng Huaiqing arrived, many people had already gathered in the old house.

However, Cheng Huaiqing's own halo attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered the courtyard.

Standing beside him was a noble and glamorous queen, pushing an ordinary little princess who looked like a doll in her hand.

There was envy in everyone's eyes.

However, what most people envy is not Cheng Huaiqing, but the two women who can attend with Cheng Huaiqing.

Many people were familiar with Zhao Lingxi, but it was the first time that the "doll" that Cheng Huaiqing was pushing showed his face in front of everyone, and most people's eyes could not help but focus on Ye Qianwei's face.

Cheng Huaixian looked at him, the third younger brother who arrived late, and walked forward with a smile. After exchanging a few words, his eyes fell on Ye Qianwei.

She smiled and said, "Huaiqing, this lady is..."

When he was speaking, he deliberately glanced at Zhao Lingxi, and he saw her when Zhao Lingxi just entered the door.

Dressed in expensive Chinese red, it took away the demeanor of all the female guests present.

Sensing Cheng Huaixian's gaze, Cheng Huaiqing moved his body slightly, protecting Zhao Lingxi behind him, and then introduced with a smile: "This is Ye Qianwei, my childhood friend."

As soon as Cheng Huaiqing mentioned "childhood", Cheng's mother, who was chatting with a lady beside her, couldn't help but change her face, and turned to look at Ye Qianwei who was in the wheelchair.

And everyone present knew more or less about what happened to Cheng Huaiqing before.

Hearing Cheng Huaiqing say that Ye Qianwei was his childhood companion, they couldn't help thinking of the word "welfare home" one by one, and the way they looked at Ye Qianwei changed from envy to disdain.

Sensing everyone's eyes, Ye Qianwei showed an innocent smile on her delicate doll face, looking at the man who was [-]% similar to Cheng Huaiqing standing in front of her, she said in a sweet voice:

"You are Brother Huaiqing's elder brother, right? I'm Ye Qianwei, the daughter of Ye Cheng of Corning Ye Group. I heard from my dad that it's Uncle Cheng's birthday. I flew back from Australia to celebrate Uncle Cheng's birthday."

When they heard the Corning Ye Group that Ye Qianwei said, the faces of everyone present couldn't help being surprised. Corning Group had become a leading company in China three years ago, and it has entered the international market in the past two years. Forbes Rich List.

Even Old Master Cheng couldn't help turning his head when he heard Ye Qianwei's self-introduction, but Ye Qianwei's small body was completely blocked by Cheng Huaixian's body, and he could only see the wheelchair that Cheng Huaiqingpin was pushing.

When Ye Zhiling heard Cheng Huaiqing introduce Ye Qianwei just now, there was still disdain in her eyes, but.Looking at the sudden reversal of the plot in front of him now, a gleam of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

In her opinion, this Ye Qianwei is more threatening than Zhao Lingxi.

Listening to Ye Qianwei's self-introduction, Cheng Huaixian squatted down slightly, his eyes were on the same level as Ye Qianwei's, with a gentle smile on his face as always: "I didn't expect our old man's birthday to alarm President Ye, but anyway, welcome Miss Ye came to celebrate my father's birthday."

Ye Qianwei heard Cheng Huaixian's polite voice, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she looked at Cheng Huaixian and said, "Since you are brother Huaiqing's eldest brother, then I will dare to call you elder brother."

Saying that, he raised his head and glanced at Cheng Huaiqing behind him, and his eyes returned to Cheng Huaixian's face: "Brother Huaiqing took good care of me before, but now, Uncle Cheng's birthday, why can't I come to congratulate him?"
After finishing speaking, a shy smile appeared on his face.