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

Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's icy voice, the man in jeans didn't need to turn his head to feel a pair of cold eyes staring at him from behind. He suddenly felt as if he was being watched by the god of death, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

The foot that was raised high and wanted to escape could no longer fall down.

Trying to suppress the fear in my heart, I turned around and met Cheng Huaiqing's cold eyes. I was flustered, and my tone was begging: "I'm sorry, brother, we know we were wrong, and we dare not do it again."

"I'm sorry?" Cheng Huaiqing listened to the begging voice of the man in jeans, his eyes were still cold, and his thin lips opened and closed gently: "If being sorry is useful, then why do we need the police in this world?"

"Brother, I..."

Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's cold voice, the man in jeans couldn't help trembling. Even through the wide sunglasses, the man in jeans seemed to be able to see the sharp shot from behind. All his words seemed to be blocked in his throat ,generally.He looked at Cheng Huaiqing in horror.

"What did you do to her just now?" Cheng Huaiqing glanced at the trembling man in denim in front of him, his eyes returned to Ye Qianwei, looking at the injuries on Ye Qianwei's body, his face was so dark that water could almost drip.

When his eyes returned to the jeans, the man's body became as cold as a devil again.

"I……"

The man in denim looked at Ye Qianwei following Cheng Huaiqing's gaze, and saw that on her slender ankle, there were still red marks that he had pinched just now. Even under the dim street lights, the red marks were printed on Ye Qianwei's fair skin. It also looks very obvious on the ankle.

The corner of the man's mouth was trembling, his legs were sore and soft, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, and begged: "I'm sorry, brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't dare again..."

Cheng Huaiqing looked at the man in denim who suddenly knelt down and begged for mercy in front of him coldly, there was no sympathy in his eyes because of his begging for mercy.

"Do you dare to ignore my business next time, but this time, you are wrong, and you have to pay the price for doing something wrong."

Cheng Huaiqing's voice was still as cold as before, word by word hitting the hearts of the two men who were lying on their stomachs and the other kneeling.

The body of the man in jeans trembled violently, and he knocked his head on the ground forcefully, like Cheng Huaiqing begging for mercy.

However, all he begged for mercy was Cheng Huaiqing's cold voice that seemed to come from hell:
"Self-defeating your feet"!
At this moment, Cheng Huaiqing is like a god of death, and when he said this, it was as casual as if he was asking what you had for dinner today.

Listening to Cheng Huaiqing's words, the jeans trembled like chaff.

He raised his head abruptly, stared directly at Cheng Huaiqing's cold eyes, gritted his teeth, made up his mind, rushed to the ground and stood up.

Lucky in my heart, I thought: no matter how strong the man opposite is, if his companion is still holding that woman in his arms, he definitely won't have the time to catch up with him now.

Thinking of this, he quickly turned around, lifted his legs and ran away.

But just as she opened her legs, Cheng Huaiqing's bone-chilling voice came from behind her.

"One, two..."

The man in the denim suit heard Cheng Huaiqing actually counting, so he stumbled for some reason, but he quickly realized and ran forward quickly.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at the jeans fleeing in a hurry, and a dark light flashed in the man's eyes.

With the landing of the character "three", a icy light cut through the air fiercely, flying straight like the right foot of a man in denim.

With the sound of "ah", the man in the denim suit fell to the ground like his companion.The only difference from his companion was that the man in denim had a glaring knife stuck in the ankle of his right foot.

A short knife was deeply inserted into the ankle of the man in denim clothes. The point of the knife pierced through the ankle of the man's right foot in denim clothes. A little bit of blood emerged from the point of the knife. Under the light, it looked gloomy.

Ye Qianwei's body in her arms trembled violently, as if she was frightened, her body trembled slightly.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Ye Qianwei who was helpless in his arms, as if he remembered her appearance many years ago, a flash of distress flashed in his eyes, and he comforted him with kind words: "Don't be afraid, I'm here"!
Cheng Huaiqing's voice was not as cold as it was just now. In Ye Qianwei's ears, it was like a breeze. When Ye Qianwei heard Cheng Huaiqing's firm voice, at an angle that he couldn't see, she raised a sinister smile on her face: "Her Huaiqing My brother is back."

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Ye Qianwei's trembling body in his arms and suddenly calmed down. When his eyes returned to the man in the denim suit, his eyes became like a cold and piercing dagger again.

The man in the denim suit was lying on the ground, before he could stand up by himself, the heart-warming voice floated lightly into his ears again, making his hands that supported him soften, and his body fell to the ground again.

"Stay with your feet, or with your life".

This sentence was like a curse from hell, which discouraged the man in the cowboy suit. He couldn't help cursing himself secretly in his heart, why did he provoke that woman just now.

When he was still in good health, he still couldn't escape the palm of the man who was as powerful as a devil behind him, let alone his current appearance?

Looking back at Cheng Huaiqing's eyes that seemed to be able to pierce his body, and then at the yellow hair on Cheng Huaiqing's feet, a flash of hatred could not help but flash in his heart.

If it wasn't for the yellow-haired man insisting that the woman sitting on the bench opposite looked like a lady from a rich family, and they hadn't tasted the taste of a lady from a rich family, then they wouldn't have ended up in the present situation up.

However, when he looked at Huang Mao lying on the ground like a dead pig, his pupils couldn't help shrinking tightly, and the chill in his heart deepened.

It looks like they are doomed today.

"What? Are you waiting for me to do it myself?"
Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's life-threatening voice sounded behind him again, he had no choice but to prop up his body with his arms, but unfortunately his arms had no strength. After holding on for a long time, his body was still trembling, and he finally sat up. Under his eyes, he held the dagger on his right ankle.

As soon as he closed his eyes, there was another "ah" sound like killing a pig, and a bloody dagger appeared in the hands of the man in denim.

Ye Qianwei's heart was cruel enough, but the battles in the shopping mall were all bloodless. When did you see such a bloody scene?Looking at everything in front of her, she couldn't help but tremble violently.

The cry of the man in denim was so shrill that Cheng Huaiqing could only feel Ye Qianwei in his arms twisting her body uncomfortably, lowered her head, and said softly in Ye Qianwei's ear: "Hey, don't be afraid, you're just having a nightmare That's all, I'm here."

The voice was as gentle as it was back then, and Ye Qianwei rubbed her arms into his arms with peace of mind. This was Cheng Huaiqing who belonged only to her.

After speaking, when he felt Ye Qianwei's body calm down, he glanced coldly at the man in denim, and looked down at the yellow hair under his feet.

Even though the yellow hair was stepping on Cheng Huaiqing's feet, his body couldn't help shaking, especially when he heard the screams of his companion behind him, the timidity in his heart was amplified a lot.

He clearly remembered that he was grabbing the woman's arm just now, while his companion was grabbing the woman's ankle.

Well, now that his companion's feet are disabled, what awaits him is...

Thinking of this, the yellow-haired man couldn't help feeling his arms go cold, and deep fear flickered in his eyes.

Noticing Cheng Huaiqing's cold gaze shot on his back, he seemed to feel that his arm no longer existed.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at his yellow hair shaking like chaff under his feet, and raised his feet with a sneer.

The pointed leather toe kicked Huang Mao's body, and with a cry of "ah", Huang Mao's body was kicked and rolled over several times, lying on his back on the muddy ground with water vapor.

The pain in his waist made him unable to straighten up, looking at Cheng Huaiqing who was walking towards him step by step with panic eyes, he couldn't even think of running away.

He begged for mercy and said, "Brother, I, I was wrong, I chose to keep my hands..."

I prayed silently in my heart that the devil-like man in front of me could let his arm go.

But, how could Cheng Huaiqing fulfill his wish?

Cheng Huaiqing deliberately took his steps very small, but he walked a long distance in a short distance, step by step, as if he was stepping on Huang Mao's heart.

As he approached, Huang Mao's face gradually turned pale, his lips without a trace of blood trembled fiercely, and the fear directly spread from his eyes to the bottom of his heart.

Looking at Cheng Huaiqing's icy aura, he unconsciously remembered the fear on the woman's face when they flirted with that woman just now.

Slightly took a look at the woman who was held in the arms of the devil like a treasure, and felt that her heart seemed to be trapped in hell.

After what seemed like centuries, Cheng Huaiqing's shiny leather shoes finally appeared in Huang Mao's pupils.

Huang Mao's eyes lifted up with the leather shoes in front of him, and then fell on his arm.

Soon, a piercing pain came from his left shoulder.

The pain prevented his brain from thinking, and his body instinctively writhed on the ground, screaming for mercy.

His painful appearance only made Cheng Huaiqing's face a bit more gloomy.

The big foot rubbed hard on Huang Mao's arm, as if he was in the house just now, to avoid cigarette butts under his feet.

The yellow hair was so painful that cold sweat flowed from his forehead, and he even felt that his hair under the yellow hair was all wet.

However, now is not the time to care about these things.

When Cheng Huaiqing's big foot left his arm, his body was still convulsed with pain, and his eyes were filled with darkness.

However, this grayness did not last long in his eyes, and the same pain came from his right shoulder again.

After several tosses, the man finally passed out in a pool of sweat.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at the yellow-haired man who looked like a dead pig at his feet, and then lifted his big feet away. He looked coldly at the man in denim with a blood-stained knife in his hand, only to see that the man in denim shook his hand holding the knife , the bloody hand was inserted straight into his thigh.

There was another heart-piercing sound from the mouth.

Without even looking at the two men behind him, Cheng Huaiqing hugged Ye Qianwei and walked straight to his car.