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

Knowing that Zhao Lingxi had run out, Cheng Huaiqing had a bad feeling in his heart.

Before even changing the slippers on his feet, he quickly ran towards the outside of the community.

Thinking that Zhao Lingxi hadn't run far, he yelled without caring about his image, while looking around in panic.

However, the longer he searched, the greater the panic in his heart.

Zhao Lingxi's previous accident had already left a great shadow in his heart, and when he thought that Zhao Lingxi might be kidnapped again, his heart writhed fiercely.

He quickly ran back to the community, and asked the security to call out. The surveillance of the community, looking at the picture on the surveillance, his face suddenly turned black, just like when a storm is approaching in June, and he may drop at any time. out of water.

The big hand with the scars punched hard on the monitor screen. In fact, the monitor screen immediately remembered a "crash" sound when his fist fell. The back of his hand was injured when he came. The glass on the glass was scratched, and the blood instantly stained the entire screen red.

Especially the ferocious smile on Zhang Zihong's face, made even more ferocious by the other blood.

As if he didn't feel the pain on his hand, Cheng Huaiqing vigorously shook off the blood that flowed from his hand, even the white walls in the security room were stained with his blood.

In the security room, the two security guards on duty were stunned by Cheng Huaiqing's actions, staring at his hand for a moment.

However, Cheng Huaiqing didn't even give an explanation to the security guard. He casually wiped the donated blood on his body, turned around and ran out quickly.

Only the blood on his white shirt remained in the guard's eyes.

Cheng Huaiqing didn't care what the security guard thought. Now that he knew that Zhao Lingxi had been taken away by Zhang Zihong, his face became even more anxious.

Especially the provocative smile on Zhang Zihong's face on the screen just now made his heart rise in his throat.

A white cotton slipper on his foot ran away, and he didn't care at all, he just threw off the other slipper and ran towards the parking space.

Jiang Lingxia poured himself a glass of champagne alone in the apartment, and when he drank about half a glass of champagne, he still didn't see Cheng Huaiqing and Zhao Lingxi coming back.

Thinking that the two of them hadn't dealt with the conflict well, they shook their heads helplessly, put down the goblet in their hands, changed their shoes, and then walked out.

However, when he stood at the door of the apartment, what caught his eyes was Cheng Huaiqing, who was wearing white socks and his slippers had been thrown far away by him, and was now pulling the car door hard.

Seeing the anxious and angry expression on Cheng Huaiqing's face, a bad premonition flashed in Jiang Lingxia's heart.

He strode to Cheng Huaiqing's side, and before Cheng Huaiqing could get into the driver's seat, he asked in a cold voice, "What's wrong? What happened to Ling Xi?"
Cheng Huaiqing looked at Jiang Lingxia's key expression, a flash of resentment flashed in his eyes, his voice became cold, his face didn't change at all because the person in front of him was his friend, and he said mercilessly:

"Since you saw Ling Xi outside just now, why didn't you bring her into the house? What evil intentions are you hiding?"
Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's unreasonable accusations, Jiang Lingxia's face darkened in an instant, but his thoughts turned slightly, and he didn't care about Cheng Huaiqing's unreasonable anger. He grabbed Cheng Huaiqing's shoulder with his big hand and asked, "Ling Xi, did something happen?"
Upon hearing the word "Lingxi", Cheng Huaiqing was like a raging lion, with a big wave of his hand, he knocked off Jiang Lingxia's hand holding his shoulder, and said with red eyes:
"Ling Xi was kidnapped again!" After finishing speaking, he pushed Jiang Lingxia's body aside vigorously, and quickly got into the driver's cab, and repeated to Jiang Lingxia who was outside the car window: "She You were kidnapped again, now you are satisfied"?
Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's words, Jiang Lingxia didn't pay attention to his furious tone, and quickly grasped the key points in his words. When Cheng Huaiqing's car passed by, he also quickly ran to his car and opened the door. door.

Cheng Huaiqing held the steering wheel with his big hands, and all he could think of was the haggard appearance when he rescued Zhao Lingxi last time, and he was in a panic.

He stepped on the gas pedal fiercely, wishing he could fly to Zhao Lingxi's side immediately, and hated himself in his heart, knowing that Zhao Lingxi had lost his memory now, but still deliberately stimulating her.

And the other side.

A black extended version of Lincoln was driving extremely fast on the road. In the car, Zhao Lingxi, who had slept for an unknown amount of time, suddenly woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was this man with a completely strange aura in front of him.

The breath on the man's body was frighteningly cold, Zhao Lingxi instinctively shrank to one side, feeling the leather chair she was sitting on was moving rapidly, then turned her head and looked out the window.

Looking at the rapidly reversing scenery outside the car window, tears filled his big eyes, and he also recalled the scene when he just walked out of the community in his mind.

The little hand kept patting the car window: "Let me out, let me out..."

"Quiet!"

A cold raw voice came from behind, hitting Zhao Lingxi's eardrums heavily, and the small hand that was tapping on the car window froze, leaving a small fist mark on the car window that was covered with water vapor.

Zhang Zihong's sudden sound made Zhao Lingxi's body shake violently, and the little hand that was knocking on the car window also stopped instantly.

Looking back at Zhang Zihong who was sitting next to him, the breath on his body was colder than the weather outside, Zhao Lingxi took a deep breath, swallowed all the crying that was about to come out, and looked at Zhang Zihong stubbornly, coldly The voice said, "Let me out!"

When his eyes touched Zhang Zihong's deep eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and his disguised strength collapsed in an instant, and his long eyelashes drooped slightly, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes clearly.

"If you still want Liu Minrong to survive, then shut up obediently, otherwise..."

There was not much emotion in Zhang Zihong's icy voice, but each word came out of his mouth, like icy edges slashing fiercely on Zhao Lingxi's heart, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help shivering , rubbing his goosebumped arm, and turning his head to one side.

Too many things happened that day. First, she was betrayed by Jiang Lingxia, she managed to escape from Cheng Huaiqing's grasp, but was captured by him again, and was severely humiliated by him. This strange man was tied to this car and it was not known where he was taking her.

He glanced sideways at Zhang Zihong who was dozing next to him, all this was as unreal as a dream. 
She pinched her arm hard, hoping that all this was just a dream.

Unfortunately, the pain in her arm reminded her how cruel the reality is.

Zhang Zihong noticed Zhao Lingxi's gaze, but his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't intend to answer her.

Zhao Lingxi thought about Zhang Zihong's coldness when he spoke just now, subconsciously rubbed his bare arm with his small hands, and moved his lips slightly.

Afraid that the man in front of him would do something to him in the car, he had no choice but to tie his body to the side of the car door again and lean against it, turning his head to the outside of the car.

When her little hand touched the door and handle of the car, her mind suddenly became active.

He glanced at a large piece of green lawn outside the car window, and then turned his head to look at the man who didn't seem to take himself seriously.

Covering his movements completely with his body, his little hand gently twisted the doorknob at an angle that the man could not see.

But, how could Zhang Zihong never think that she would do this?When I first got into the car, I had already locked the doors and even the windows.

After twisting it twice fiercely, it wasn't the door lock but there was no sign of it opening at all. Zhao Lingxi let out a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart, and stared helplessly out of the car window.

How could Zhao Lingxi's small actions have been hidden from Zhang Zihong's eyes?It's just that Zhang Zihong didn't want to argue with her now, he still closed his eyes slightly, leaned his body, and lay on the leather car seat, looking like he was enjoying himself.

Soon, the car drove into the front of a spacious villa. Before Zhao Lingxi could react, her body was picked up by a pair of strong hands and thrown out of the car.

With a "plop", Zhao Lingxi fell to the ground, her knees slammed into the ground, where she fell yesterday, her newly scarred knees once again opened her hideous mouths. Dark red blood flowed out.

Zhao Lingxi didn't know why the man in front of him wanted to grab her, rubbed his knees, and stubbornly kept the tears from falling.

"What are you still doing there?"

Baoliang's voice hit her eardrums again, she raised her head and glanced at Zhang Zihong who was not far away, pursed her lips, and propped herself up with both hands, trying to stand up.

Zhang Zihong looked at Zhao Lingxi's difficult appearance, his face was so dark that water dripped out, he took a step forward, and with a long arm scooped up, Zhao Lingxi was lifted up by him.

The scenery in front of him suddenly tilted, Zhao Lingxi hurriedly grabbed Zhang Zihong's arm with his small hands, and said in a stubborn voice: "Put me down..."

Zhang Zihong didn't even look at Zhao Lingxi who was holding her in his hand, but he just held her big hand even tighter.

The servants looked at Zhang Zihong's unfriendly expression, greeted him, then quickly lowered their heads and carefully worked on the work in hand, for fear of making a mistake.

She struggled vigorously a few times, but to Zhang Zihong, her little strength was no different from a fly shaking a big tree, so it could be ignored.

Hanging weakly, Zhang Zihong lifted him into a spacious room.

Feeling his back hit the bed heavily, Zhao Lingxi frowned and opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is the pink arrangement that doesn't match Zhang Zihong's temperament at all. Zhao Lingxi rolled her eyes, looked at Zhang Zihong in front of her with a cold face, and said, "Who are you? I have no grievances with you in the past, and I have no vendettas in the near future. Why do you want to?" Catch me here"?