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

Zhao Lingxi looked at the two people who had gone away, wondering what mistake she made again, why did that person's face turn dark again?
"Zhao Lingxi!" A rough cry brought her back to reality, and looked ahead helplessly, "Here we come." She trotted to catch up with the two of them.

"Zhao Lingxi, where's my water?"

"Here, wait a minute." Zhao Lingxi unscrewed the bottle cap and walked quickly to Cheng Huaiqing.

"Where's Fat Dahai?" Cheng Huaiqing glanced at the tea in Zhao Lingxi's hand, his handsome face was full of displeasure.

Fat sea?Song Yuwen's eyes sized the two of them back and forth, and finally settled on Cheng Huaiqing.

Doesn't he not like to drink fat sea?

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll change it right away." Zhao Lingxi glanced at the furious Cheng Huaiqing, and took back the tea in his hand. What's wrong with this man?It was fine just now.

"Come back!" Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi's straight back and shouted again, "I'm hungry."

"Well, okay." Zhao Lingxi's attitude was still neither humble nor overbearing, "I'll go get a box lunch right away."

"Wait, go and call the makeup artist, I need to mend the costume." Before Zhao Lingxi could move his legs, Cheng Huaiqing patted the non-existent folds of the robe, and started to give the task again.

"Okay, right away." Although Zhao Lingxi was a little puzzled by Cheng Huaiqing's change of attitude, he said meekly, "Mr. Cheng, is there anything else to do? Let me do it together."

"Where are you talking so much nonsense? Do what you are told to do!" Song Yuwen looked at Zhao Lingxi who was driven by Cheng Huaiqing like a spinning top, and a calculating smile flashed in her eyes, "The tea hasn't even been served yet, you What are you still doing there? Can you be more efficient in doing things?"

"Well, okay, come right away." Zhao Lingxi trotted to bring the tea to Cheng Huaiqing.

"Let me come, you go and get the box lunch." Song Yuwen waved her hand impatiently, and took the tea in Zhao Lingxi's hand.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Song Yuwen let go of her hand, and threw the teacup on the ground, "Why, you are not happy when you say a few words? You didn't do things well yourself, and you even took revenge when you said a few words !” While speaking to her, she flicked the water from her hand.

"I, I didn't." A look of grievance flashed in Zhao Lingxi's eyes, obviously she was the one who spilled water on her own hands.

"You didn't, you didn't. Could it be that I poured the boiling water on my hands myself?" Song Yuwen blew on her red hands, and looked at Cheng Huaiqing with grievances, "Huaiqing, look at her."

"Are you okay?" Cheng Huaiqing stood up, glanced at Zhao Lingxi, who looked like a primary school student who had made a mistake, with his head down, walked straight to Song Yuwen, and asked a casual question.

"It hurts so much." Song Yuwen looked at Cheng Huaiqing who was walking towards her, a smug look flashed in her eyes, and leaned towards Cheng Huaiqing even more pitifully, almost touching Cheng Huaiqing's body, "Look, it's almost burnt chicken feet."

"Yeah." Cheng Huaiqing nodded indifferently, and inadvertently walked away, "Zhao Lingxi, what are you still doing in a daze? Go get the ointment. You are here to pay off the debt, not to be in a daze." There was a bit of coldness in the voice .

"Oh." Zhao Lingxi turned around and ran to the suitcase behind her, and told her to take all the things she dropped before going out.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi who looked like a docile kitten in front of him, his mind was only full of the high spirits she had when she discussed the script with the director just now, her eyes darkened, and her face was so dark that water could almost drip.

"What are you dawdling for? Where's my meal?"

Just as Zhao Lingxi unscrewed the ointment and was about to apply it to Song Yuwen's hand, Cheng Huaiqing spoke again.

"Okay." Zhao Lingxi's hand, which was applying medicine to Song Yuwen, shook.

"Ah!" Song Yuwen yelled suddenly, and quickly pulled out her hand, "Don't take the medicine, I think you are out to get revenge on me."

"I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it." Zhao Lingxi looked at Song Yuwen apologetically, "I'll give you the medicine again."

"Forget it, you'd better not hurt me." Song Yuwen put her hand to her mouth and blew softly, "You better go get Huaiqing something to eat, I still want to live for two more years."

After finishing speaking, Chuchu looked at Cheng Huaiqing pitifully.

"Well, okay." Zhao Lingxi didn't know how to explain, put the ointment in his hand on the table at hand, turned around and ran out.

Because the script was newly changed, some of the things filmed in the morning had to be re-shot, and the entire crew was very busy in the afternoon.Even Cheng Huaiqing was too busy to bother her.

Zhao Lingxi finally got leisure, and still sat in the director's tent, waiting for Cheng Huaiqing's summons at any time.

"Miss Zhao's writing skills are so good, why don't you come to our show and be a literary director, no matter what, it will be much better than you as a little assistant?" Seeing Zhao Lingxi's writing skills today, the screenwriter stepped forward to get close to Zhao Lingxi.

"This..." Zhao Lingxi hesitated and didn't know how to answer. If it was when she had just returned to China, he would definitely wish for it, but would Cheng Huaiqing let her go?
"There's nothing inappropriate, as long as Ms. Zhao is willing, I'll talk to the director later." The screenwriter saw Zhao Lingxi's hesitation, thought it was her lack of confidence, and hurriedly patted her breasts to promise.