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

As soon as Cheng Huaiqing came out of the set, he happened to see the scene in front of him. His face, which seemed a little tired, immediately became dark like the weather before the storm in June.

"Zhao Lingxi, if you haven't come to pick it up yet, what are you fussing about?" The voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Oh." As soon as Zhao Lingxi heard Cheng Huaiqing's voice, he stood up in a jerk, trotted to Cheng Huaiqing's side, and took the props in his hand.

"Hey, Assistant Zhao is showing off all the limelight now, he's getting too airy, do you want me to be your assistant in the future?" Song Yuwen looked at Zhao Lingxi dissatisfied, with a sour tone.

"No, no, no..." Zhao Lingxi hurriedly shook her head when she heard Song Yuwen's words, she was afraid that Cheng Huaiqing would misunderstand her, and her future life would be even worse.

"Huaiqing." Director Qian looked at Cheng Huaiqing and his party standing beside the tent, and walked forward with a smile, "You really deserve to be a movie star, even a small assistant beside you is so capable."

He was talking, but his eyes were on Zhao Lingxi, "We want to hire Ms. Zhao to be a literary director for our production crew. I don't know if it's possible."

"No!" Cheng Huaiqing was unhappy when he saw Director Qian smiling at Zhao Lingxi, but now, when he heard Director Qian say that he wanted to poach someone, his face became even darker, "I can't afford to support a little girl." Assistant, let her work part-time on the set."

He bit the word "part-time job" very hard, and told Director Qian very clearly that Zhao Lingxi could only be his assistant.

"Huaiqing, look..." Director Qian didn't expect to hit a hard nail on Cheng Huaiqing, and rubbed his hands together in embarrassment, "Look at Ms. Zhao, isn't it a little bit of a little assistant for a talented student who has returned from studying abroad?" Is it wrong? Should we ask her what she thinks?"

"No need." Without even thinking about it, Cheng Huaiqing replied coldly, "Director Qian, if there's nothing else, we'll leave first, and see you tomorrow when we're filming."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the studio without looking back, and glanced at Zhao Lingxi who was stunned in place, his eyes darkened.

"Assistant Zhao is still leaving? Do you want to stay here and wait for Director Qian to invite you to dinner?" Song Yuwen glared at Zhao Lingxi, stepped on high heels, and followed Cheng Huaiqing closely.

God knows how much she wanted Zhao Lingxi to stay.

Zhao Lingxi turned her head, glanced at Director Qian apologetically, and trotted to catch up with the two of them.

Sitting in the car, Cheng Huaiqing squinted his eyes slightly, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"Sister Yuwen, is there anything interesting today?" Yuan Yiyang raised his orchid finger, approached Song Yuwen, and asked gossipingly.

Song Yuwen looked at Yuan Yiyang's approaching face, and turned her head in disgust, but soon a calculation flashed in her eyes, she pretended to stroke her hair, and looked at Yuan Yiyang with a smile, "It's nothing fun, but Our Assistant Zhao really stole the show today!"

"How can she be in the limelight?" Yuan Yiyang still raised his orchid fingers, cast a disgusted look at Zhao Lingxi, and continued to look at Song Yuwen with burning eyes.

Song Yuwen didn't seem to care, and said casually, "She," Song Yuwen cast a glance at Cheng Huaiqing who was taking a nap, and deliberately lowered her voice, "Even Director Qian is just a small assistant for her, and she's complaining."

"Huh?" Yuan Yiyang rested his chin, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes, "Why?" In his impression, Director Qian was the kind of person who would do anything for art, but what does it have to do with Zhao Lingxi?

"Hey, she just helped Director Qian and the others change a script today, and it won unanimous praise from Director Qian and them. When he came back in the evening, Director Qian wanted to poach her and treat her to dinner in person."

It was still an understatement, but she specially emphasized the word "in person".

Sure enough, as she expected, as soon as these words came out, the temperature of the air in the car dropped several times.Song Yuwen accidentally touched the wound, besides making a move, she yelled "Ah".

"Sister Yuwen, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Yiyang leaned over nervously, pointing at the red and swollen place on Song Yuwen's hand in surprise, "Oh, sister Yuwen, what's wrong with your hand? It's so red?"

"It's not that someone is very valuable now. I said a few words to her at noon, and she poured hot water on me on purpose." Song Yuwen squinted her eyes, glanced at Zhao Lingxi, and said casually.

"I want to punish you." Zhao Lingxi listened to Song Yuwen's words, pointing at her every sentence, finally couldn't help it, and turned around, "Do you think you framed me time and time again so that you can do it seamlessly? Don't forget, There is a god three feet above the head!"

"Really?" Song Yuwen looked at Zhao Lingxi's straighter back, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, "Sure enough, Assistant Zhao, climbing a high branch is different from us! How can this be three feet above your head? Is there a god? I think it’s just that there is a backing within three inches of the back.”

"You!" Zhao Lingxi turned around again, wanting to argue with Song Yuwen.