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

Taking a look at the slightly stiff expression on Zhao Lingxi's face, Cheng Huaiying felt even more proud in her heart, but there was still an innocent smile on her face: "Sister Lingxi came here, didn't she not prepare a gift for my dad?"
"Huaiying!" Cheng Huaiqing frowned slightly when he heard Cheng Huaiying's words, and called out to her.

Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's obviously displeased voice, Cheng Huaiying glanced at him, then returned to Zhao Lingxi, and said, "Sister Ye is just my third brother's friend, and birthday gifts are prepared for birthday parties in my store." "Sister Ling Xi, as my third brother's fiancée, didn't she prepare anything?"
She deliberately accentuated the word "fiancée". Sure enough, as soon as the words were spoken, Zhao Lingxi immediately noticed countless unkind eyes shooting at her.

Listening to Cheng Huaiying's sarcastic words, Zhao Lingxi tightly squeezed the bag of the gift box in her hand, hesitating whether to hand it out.

Cheng Huaiying looked at the tangled look on Zhao Lingxi's face, and cast a disdainful look at her, with a smile on her face: "But it's true, how can Sister Lingxi compare with Sister Ye? What you eat now The ones belonged to my third brother, even if a gift was prepared, it was bought with our Cheng family's money, without much sincerity."

As he spoke, he glanced at Cheng Huaiqing's darkened face, feeling a little guilty in his heart, but said calmly, "But..."

"Huai Ying, what are you talking about? Look, isn't Ling Xi holding a gift?"
Ye Zhiling, who had been silent just now, saw Zhao Lingxi being made things difficult by Cheng Huaiying, and a smile flashed in her eyes. Although she couldn't move Ye Qianwei for the time being, just suppressing Zhao Lingxi's arrogance could relieve her resentment.

Everyone's eyes had been fixed on Ye Qianwei just now, and now they heard Ye Zhiling say that Zhao Lingxi was holding a gift, and all of them couldn't help casting their eyes on the gift box in Zhao Lingxi's hand.

Sensing the gazes from all around, Zhao Lingxi felt a chill in his heart, squeezed the bag of the gift box with his small hands, took out the box with a smile on his face, and said, "Just now Huaiying also said that the food I'm eating now The ones used are all from Huaiqing, so I can’t bring out a gift like Qianwei’s, this is just a small thought of mine, and I hope that Mr. Cheng will not dislike it.”

"Oh?" Cheng Huaiying looked at the gift box that Zhao Lingxi handed over, with curiosity in her eyes, she stepped forward to take the gift box, out of politeness, resisted opening it, and handed it directly to Old Master Cheng.

After getting the gift box, Mr. Cheng wanted to hand it to the housekeeper casually, but looking at the eager eyes of a group of people headed by his own daughter staring at the box in his hand, a smile flashed across his face.

Looking at Zhao Lingxi with a kind face: "Miss Zhao, you don't mind if I open your gift in front of everyone?"
Zhao Lingxi pursed her lips, and before she had time to speak, Cheng Huaiying took the first step and said, "I believe sister Lingxi will definitely satisfy our curiosity." Then, she turned her face to look at Zhao Lingxi, and asked with a smile: " Right? Sister Lingxi"?
She intentionally bit down the words "Sister Lingxi" very hard. Although there was a sweet smile on her face, listening to her voice, Zhao Lingxi had a feeling that she wanted to chew herself to pieces.

With a stiff face, he nodded at Cheng Huaiying and said, "I don't mind."

Seeing Zhao Lingxi nodding, Cheng Huaiying immediately turned her attention to Old Master Cheng's hand again, regardless of what Zhao Lingxi said later.

Anyway, for a while, no matter what was inside, she had already figured out how to keep Zhao Lingxi from coming down.

Under the gaze of everyone, Mr. Cheng opened the lid of the gift box, looked at the contents inside, maintained a smile for a long time, and couldn't help but froze for a moment.

And everyone in the yard looked at the things in the box, and their expressions couldn't help changing, and they looked at Zhao Lingxi strangely.

Even Cheng Huaiying couldn't help staring at the contents of the box for a few seconds,

Sensing everyone's strange gazes, Zhao Lingxi, who was standing under the table, couldn't see clearly what Old Master Cheng was holding, but a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

Sure enough, in less than two seconds, Cheng Huaiying, who had reacted, grabbed the things in the box, angrily walked in front of Zhao Lingxi, shook the things in her hand, and asked, "Zhao Lingxi! Can you explain to me, My dad's birthday, what do you mean by sending a bunch of wool?"
Everyone followed Cheng Huaiying to look at Zhao Lingxi, and even Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi with some doubts.

No one noticed Ye Qianwei, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had a flash of smugness on her face.

Zhao Lingxi stared at the trembling wool in Cheng Huaiying's hands, and was slightly taken aback. When her eyes fell on Ye Qianwei, she suddenly had a flash of understanding.

A sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, he looked back at Cheng Huaiying, and said, "I can't give you such a valuable gift, so I can only use this thin and long wool to wish Mr. Cheng a long life."

"you……"

Cheng Huaiying listened to Zhao Lingxi's far-fetched explanation, her little hand holding the wool trembled angrily, and threw the wool to the ground in resentment.

Before the wool fell to the ground, Cheng Huaiqing grabbed it and said in a cold voice, "Sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away is light in gift and affectionate. No matter this is also Ling Xi's blessing to father, how can you do this?"
As he spoke, he looked at Cheng Huaiying with a sharper gaze.

Seeing Cheng Huaiqing's gaze, Cheng Huaiying couldn't help but tremble in her heart, she took the wool from Cheng Huaiqing's hand nonchalantly, glared at Zhao Lingxi unwillingly, then turned and walked towards Old Master Cheng.

"Okay, okay, everyone misunderstood Ms. Zhao."

Cheng Huaixian looked at the somewhat awkward scene, and came out with a smile to smooth things over: "Huaiqing is right, sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away is light and affectionate. I can come here today to give blessings. No matter how heavy the gift is, it is a gift. Mind".

After finishing speaking, he picked up the wine glass in his hand and raised it in front of him: "Now, instead of my father, I would like to toast everyone and thank you for being here."

As soon as Cheng Huaixian's words fell, people standing in the yard raised their wine glasses one after another. The farce about the "gift" just now seemed to have never happened, and was instantly forgotten by everyone.

The courtyard was full of excitement, Cheng Huaiying saw that Cheng Huaiqing was there, she couldn't take advantage of it, so she gave Zhao Lingxi a hateful look, turned around and ran back to the house.

Cheng Huaiqing saw that Zhao Lingxi's expression was not very good, and while pushing Ye Qianwei into the room, he leaned into Zhao Lingxi's ear and whispered: "What gift are you preparing today?"
"It's all over, what exactly is it? Is it important?" Zhao Lingxi shook his head after listening to Cheng Huaiqing's words, and said softly.

"Of course it's important."

Cheng Huaiqing heard the frustration in Zhao Lingxi's words, and said with a smile: "I have to see what you gave our old man, for reference, what you have to give me on my birthday later."

Although their conversation was very quiet, it all fell into Ye Qianwei's ears. She lowered her head, and a resentful light flashed in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Brother Huaiqing still chose to believe in that woman at such a time.

Chatting quietly, the three of them quickly entered the room.

After finding an empty space and setting up Ye Qianwei's wheelchair, Cheng Huaiqing was called over by Mr. Cheng.

Just as Cheng Huaiqing left, the group of rich ladies who were still in the yard just now poured into the house at some point, and surrounded Ye Qianwei.

Zhao Lingxi was naturally pushed out of the circle by everyone.

Seeing Ye Qianwei surrounded by the group of rich ladies, the delicate doll always had a sweet smile on her face, and she was able to deal with the questions of the group of ladies with ease, so she couldn't help but walk away in embarrassment.

Finding a quiet corner to sit down, Zhao Lingxi had time to look carefully at the old house.

Although it is night, the well-designed colored lights make the old house look like ordinary day.

Even the plants in the yard are the same color as when they were seen during the day.

Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it's good to have money.

Standing alone in the corner, quietly observing the Cheng family's old house.

The Cheng family's old house is generally made of wood. Although it is a hot summer, the inside of the house is as cool as if you are in a forest.

"What? Is my design not bad?"
Cheng Huaixian looked at Zhao Lingxi who was alone, picked up a goblet filled with yellow-brown liquid from the round table, and handed it to Zhao Lingxi.

"This is what you designed"?
Zhao Lingxi's eyes were full of surprise when he heard Cheng Huaixian's words, and he even forgot to take the wine glass he handed over.

"That's right." Cheng Huaixian shook the wine glass in front of Zhao Lingxi, and only after Zhao Lingxi took it, he continued: "Actually, I majored in architecture when I was in college."

Looking at Zhao Lingxi's eyes with some disbelief, the corner of his mouth curled up in a smug arc, the cup in his hand touched Zhao Lingxi's cup lightly, and raised the cup in front of his eyes.

Zhao Lingxi raised his wine glass clearly, put it to his mouth and took a sip before listening to him continue: "I remember that in my junior year, our teacher led our classmates to visit the former residence of He Shen. , I was attracted by that building, so this old house came into existence later.”

Listening to Cheng Huaixian's words, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but twitched the corners of her lips, and praised casually, "You're really talented."

Who knew, after hearing Zhao Lingxi's compliment, Cheng Huaixian took out a black silk box from his bosom.

Zhao Lingxi looked at the box in front of him with a familiar look, and looked at Cheng Huaixian in surprise.

Cheng Huaixian's slender fingers gently lifted the lid of the box, and what was inside was still the ring that he wanted to give to Zhao Lingxi in the cafe.

Looking at Zhao Lingxi, his eyes flickered, and he asked with a smile: "Lingxi, do you still remember this?"
"What do you mean?" Zhao Lingxi raised her head suddenly after hearing what Cheng Huaixian said, with shock in her eyes.