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

Song Yuwen looked at Ye Qianwei's expression, her eyes rolled around, she took out a photo from her handbag, and put it in front of Ye Qianwei.

"This is?" Ye Qianwei looked at the photo that Song Yuwen handed over, and her pupils couldn't help but dilate a lot. The person in the photo is Zhao Lingxi, but she was wearing a hospital gown and an oxygen tube was inserted. , the whole person looks very peaceful.

Ye Qianwei picked up the photo in front of her, held it up in front of her face, and carefully looked at it over and over again, but she still couldn't figure out what Song Yuwen told her to look at.

He placed the photo on the table in front of him again, pressed his right hand on the photo, and gently tapped the photo on the table with his index finger and middle finger. On Zhao Lingxi's face.

Looking at Song Yuwen suspiciously, "What do you want to express?"
Song Yuwen looked at the undisguised doubts on Ye Qianwei's face, a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she took the photo out of Ye Qianwei's hand, shook it in her hand, and said, "Miss Ye, didn't you see the photo?" Isn't the person on the screen Zhao Lingxi?"
"Not Zhao Lingxi?" Hearing Song Yuwen's words, Ye Qianwei put her hands on the table in surprise and looked straight at Song Yuwen, as if she had a rough idea of ​​Song Yuwen's thoughts in her heart.

Song Yuwen looked at Ye Qianwei's expression, nodded, and said with a smile, "Yes, that's what you think."

After finishing speaking, she pushed the photo in front of Ye Qianwei again: "As for what to do next? I don't think I need to say, Ms. Ye can understand it too"!
When he withdrew his hand, he picked up the unfinished glass of lemonade on the table, and poured the lemonade into his mouth in one gulp.

Glancing at Ye Qianwei who was still in a daze, Song Yuwen returned to her usual capable smile, casually threw the plastic cup on the table, and stood up: "I've finished what I need to say, so I'll thank you for today Miss Ye's hospitality."

After finishing speaking, she tapped her finger on the table in front of Ye Qianwei twice, watched Ye Qianwei look up at her, smiled at her, and walked out.

Only the sound of "Tuk Tuk" high heels colliding with the wooden floor of the milk tea shop echoed in the air.

Ye Qianwei looked at Song Yuwen's back as she walked out, her pupils were tightly contracted, her little hand tightly clenched the photo in her hand, and a vicious gleam flashed in her eyes.

However, when she noticed the doubtful eyes of the elementary school students coming and going around her, a sweet smile returned to her exquisite face, and she took the photo and walked out.

Cheng Huaiqing, who was finally free, took a full afternoon nap with Zhao Lingxi in his arms.

After waking up, he hugged Zhao Lingxi to the sofa, chatted with her one after another, wrapped his hands around Zhao Lingxi's waist, smelled the good smell on her body, and hugged her, as if embracing the whole body. The world is average.

When the night gradually fell, his big hand suddenly rubbed Zhao Lingxi's stomach vigorously, and asked gently: "Why didn't you hear it calling today?"
Zhao Lingxi lowered her head in embarrassment when she was asked, her eyes flickered, she put her head on his chest, and said softly: "Didn't you not move today? The consumption is relatively small."

"Hmm." Hearing Zhao Lingxi's answer, Cheng Huaiqing's deep eyes flashed a dark light: "Didn't you have nothing to do when you were in the old house? Why are you always hungry so fast?"
"I……"

Listening to Cheng Huaiqing's words, Zhao Lingxi knew that he had slipped his tongue just now, and lowered his head even more. He thought about the warning from the tall woman in his mind, and said with some confidence: "Well, it may be because of the time to sleep at noon today. Let's grow."

Hearing Zhao Lingxi's low voice, Cheng Huaiqing saw her dodge, but silently wrote down the matter in his heart, and did not continue to ask further questions.

After tidying up Zhao Lingxi's messy hair on her head, she straightened her body and said, "It's getting dark now, and it's time for us to eat. Go and change your clothes."

"I..." Zhao Lingxi raised his head to look at Cheng Huaiqing's handsome face who was close at hand, and asked inexplicably, "Did I know how to cook before?"
"Of course." When Cheng Huaiqing heard Zhao Lingxi's question, a smug smile flashed across his face, and he rubbed Zhao Lingxi's hair with his big hands, messing up the hairstyle he had just arranged, with a doting look on his face. Smile: "You used to be a full-fledged foodie, how could a foodie not know how to cook"?
Hearing Cheng Huaiqing say that he used to be a foodie, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but get a lovely blush on his cheeks, lowered his head slightly, and recently said softly: "Since I used to cook, let's not go out tonight." ? I'll make you a meal."

When Cheng Huaiqing heard that Zhao Lingxi offered to cook, he was naturally in a good mood, but he looked at Zhao Lingxi with a hint of worry.

After Zhao Lingxi knew that she could cook, she didn't give him a chance to refuse, she quickly slipped out of his embrace, stuffed her little feet into the slippers carelessly, as if she was afraid that Cheng Huaiqing would hold her back, and quickly went to Run to the kitchen.

Cheng Huaiqing watched Zhao Lingxi's movements, a doting smile flashed in his eyes, he shook his head helplessly, and also stood up.

Glancing at the suit trousers on his body that were wrinkled by Zhao Lingxi, he wiped down the folds of the trousers with his big hands, and walked towards the kitchen with a warm face.

Although Zhao Lingxi was good at cooking before, he was still a little worried about Zhao Lingxi after amnesia.

Although Zhao Lingxi lost his memory, he still has an instinctive familiarity with the things he used to do often.

Opening the locker containing the ingredients, seeing some ingredients neatly listed inside, my mind was spinning quickly, thinking about how to match these ingredients.

When Cheng Huaiqing walked to the door of the kitchen, he saw Zhao Lingxi holding a tomato in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. With his slightly lowered head, he was cutting the tomato solemnly, as if he was making a solemn The same thing, even a wisp of bangs hanging down in front of her didn't notice it.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at the scene in front of him, his heart was about to be softened, as if he had returned to Zhao Lingxi when he returned to China, with his hands folded in front of his chest, leaning against the door frame, quietly looking at Zhao Lingxi, I have the heart to destroy the beauty in front of me.

Zhao Lingxi who got the ingredients seemed to be a different person. He just cooked the dishes seriously and didn't notice Cheng Huaiqing at the door.

About half an hour later, the four dishes and one soup were ready. Zhao Lingxi picked up the brightly colored scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and when he was about to go out, he saw Cheng Huaiqing by the door.

The smile on his face froze for a moment, he looked at Cheng Huaiqing and asked, "What are you doing standing here? Why don't you sit outside?"
"I'm here to help you." While talking, Cheng Huaiqing took away the plate from Zhao Lingxi's hand with one hand, and pushed Zhao Lingxi's body out with the other hand: "You worked hard just now, the rest Leave it to me to do it.”

After finishing speaking, the two of them also walked to the dining table, and pressed Zhao Lingxi on the chair without any explanation: "Don't worry, just leave the rest to me, you just wait to eat."

After finishing speaking, he turned around again and got into the kitchen. Soon, several dishes appeared on the dining table.

After all the dishes were laid out on the table, the two sat together and had a quiet meal as if they had spent many nights in the past.

After eating, Cheng Huaiqing volunteered to put all the tableware into the kitchen, while Zhao Lingxi went to take a shower.

Another quiet night passed peacefully.

When he woke up the next morning, Cheng Huaiqing had to go to the company to help again. After sending Zhao Lingxi back to the Cheng family's old house, he drove away from the old house again.

The air in the morning was exceptionally good, the sun shone on Zhao Lingxi's face, the breeze brushed her cheeks, and the wound on her finger was almost healed.

After studying with Mrs. An, she has already mastered the essentials of pruning flower branches, standing in the courtyard calmly pruning the flower branches, thinking about the recent things about her and Cheng Huaiqing, she couldn't help but smile again.

Cheng Huaiying just walked into the backyard, looking at Zhao Lingxi who was smiling silly, her eyes flickered.

Going forward, he patted Zhao Lingxi's shoulder lightly, and said, "Sister-in-law three, what are you laughing at?"
"Huh?" Zhao Lingxi was startled by Cheng Huaiying's sudden sound, and the movement of his hands stopped suddenly, and a blooming flower fell off from the scissors.

Cheng Huaiying glanced at the pink camellia that fell on the ground, her eyes moved slightly, she walked forward, bent down and picked it up.

Gently blowing the dust on the camellia flowers, I shook my head with some pity: "Oh, a good blooming flower, just ruined like this."

Hearing Cheng Huaiying's words, Zhao Lingxi felt ashamed flash across her face, lowered her head slightly, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, but you just appeared suddenly, and I didn't realize it..."

When she was speaking, she glanced at the camellia that Cheng Huaiying held up in front of her, and her voice became less and less confident as she spoke.

Cheng Huaiying listened to Zhao Lingxi's words, a look of indifference flashed across her face, and she threw the camellia in her hand to the ground. Her nude pink high-heeled shoes stepped on the pink camellia, and the flower was instantly covered by her high-heeled shoes. , crushed in the dust.

"you……"

Looking at Cheng Huaiying's movements, Zhao Lingxi's eyes suddenly widened, not knowing what Cheng Huaiying wanted to express.

Cheng Huaiying patted her on the shoulder and said, "Sister-in-law, you love this camellia, but no one loves you"!
"Me, what's wrong with me?" Hearing Cheng Huaiying's words, Zhao Lingxi suddenly raised her head, looked at Cheng Huaiying's troubled face, and asked with some doubts: "Huaiying, what's the matter"?
"I..." Cheng Huaiying listened to Zhao Lingxi's words, and lowered her head in embarrassment, rubbing the ribbon of the pink chiffon dress with her little hands, "Sister-in-law, how is my brother treating you? Compared with when you two met before"?
"What's wrong with Huai Ying, your brother has always been very good to me, caring about me, caring for me, sometimes I feel very lonely, and sometimes I feel that everything is not so good, but life makes me very content, I don't hate anyone, I don't blame anyone, I am grateful for everything God has given me." Zhao Lingxi couldn't help smiling again.

At this time, Cheng Huaiying looked at Zhao Lingxi's satisfied smile, and stretched out a small hand from the bottom of her heart, wishing to tear up the smiling face in front of her, and said pretending to be uncomfortable: "I'm sorry, sister-in-law, I actually concealed a question from you. .”