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

After having a cup of tea, Zhang Zihong sat leisurely on the sofa and looked at the watch on his hand.

When Cheng Huaiqing was watching the surveillance video, he secretly wrote down the license plate number of Zhang Zihong's car.

While driving the car quickly on the road, he asked someone to check the whereabouts of the car.

After less than 2 minutes, the location of the car was displayed on his mobile phone.

Although Cheng Huaiqing had doubts in his heart, why did Zhang Zihong, who was always cautious in doing things, accidentally expose his position this time?
But he didn't have time to think about it now, even if he knew it was a trap, for Zhao Lingxi's sake, he still needed to break through.

Thinking of Zhao Lingxi, he almost hurt her in the morning, which gave Zhang Zihong an opportunity to beat the steering wheel hard.

Looking at the position on the navigation, he suddenly changed direction, and with a big hand, he turned the steering wheel.

With a "squeak", Jiang Lingxia's car behind him suddenly stepped on the emergency brake, which prevented the two cars from colliding.

However, Cheng Huaiqing didn't even look at Jiang Lingxia who was behind him, he drove the car straight in the direction of the navigation, and rushed forward quickly.

Zhang Zihong is a psychopath. The last time Zhao Lingxi fell into his hands, he had already become so miserable. In addition, this time, they kept chasing and blocking Zhang Zihong. The one on his side was like a rabbit in a hurry. Biting people everywhere.

Jiang Lingxia also knew that now was not the time to argue with Cheng Huaiqing, the expression on his face changed, and he also turned the steering wheel to follow Cheng Huaiqing's car and drove forward quickly.

Two cars, one black and one silver, under this gray sky, looked like two cheetahs chasing their prey at full speed, driving on the road at high speed, making people just in a trance, and the two cars disappeared one after another up.

Cheng Huaiqing was really in a hurry. It took more than half an hour to drive, but he arrived in just 17 minutes.

In front of him was another villa similar to that of Shiya Mountain Villa. The navigation found that the car appeared in the underground garage. I was hesitating whether to go to the villa on the top of the mountain first or go to the lower garage first. The cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Cheng Huaiqing took out his mobile phone from his pocket with a cold expression, and saw a multimedia message and a picture popped out of it. In the picture, Zhao Lingxi's body was tied up into a rice dumpling and thrown casually on the cold stone slab.

There is still a bruise on the delicate little face, and the soft hair hangs scattered on both sides, looking very embarrassed.

Looking at Zhao Lingxi's appearance in the photo, Cheng Huaiqing's eyes darkened, and he was very angry.

Putting your hand on the steering wheel, and hammering hard, the loud and clear sound of the car is especially clear in the silent mountainous area.

The sound of the car sternly stimulated Cheng Huaiqing's nerves, his mind dazed by anger suddenly came to his senses, his big hands were tightly clenched together, and the neatly cut nails were firmly stuck in the palm of his hand superior.

The pain in his hand reminded him that he needed to be calm at this moment.

Jiang Lingxia, who was behind him, was driving very fast, and caught up with him. He glanced at Cheng Huaiqing in the carriage, and a worried look flashed in his eyes.

Not yet, after 2 minutes, Cheng Huaiqing's cell phone rang again.

This time, it was a phone call. Cheng Huaiqing quickly picked up the phone, and Zhang Zihong's slightly cold voice came from the microphone:

"Mr. Cheng, I don't see you, I heard that you have been looking for me."

Cheng Huaiqing tried his best to suppress the anger that was constantly bubbling out of his heart, and said coldly to the phone: "Tell me, what exactly do you want?"
As soon as his voice fell, Zhang Zihong's cold laughter came from the microphone, and the sound of "tsk tsk tsk tsk" kept hitting Cheng Huaiqing's eardrums.

Cheng Huaiqing only felt that every nerve in his body was jumping with anger.

The big hand held the phone tightly, and the plastic phone case made a "click" sound when he squeezed it, and there was a resentful light in his eyes.

Cheng Huaiqing gritted his teeth resentfully, and forcefully suppressed the incidental anger in his tone, the tone was no different from just now: "Tell me, what are your conditions?"
Cheng Huaiqing's voice fell, and the tingling "tsk tsk" sound from the microphone also stopped.

There was a hint of sneer in Zhang Zihong's voice, as if a poisonous snake was spitting out a letter, and he got out of the microphone: "What? Mr. Cheng, when you were chasing me, it was fun to chase me. Now this game is ready keep playing?"
After his voice fell, Zhao Lingxi's painful cry came from the microphone.

Although he had just experienced such a thing not long ago, this time it was just a brief scream, but he could conclude that the voice came from Zhao Lingxi's mouth.

Cheng Huaiqing held the steering wheel with his left hand, and gripped the steering wheel so hard that the sponge on the steering wheel collapsed, and the veins on the back of his big white hands bulged out, faintly purple.

Cheng Huaiqing suppressed the pain in his heart, and when Zhang Zihong had almost had enough fun, his cold voice came from the microphone:
"How is it? Mr. Cheng, is this game of cat and mouse fun?"
After finishing speaking, before Cheng Huaiqing could speak, Zhang Zihong's cold voice came again from the microphone: "It's just that this time I'm a cat, and you are mice, right?"
Cheng Huaiqing has basically stabilized his emotions now, his face was as dark as the weather in June, but he calmed down, holding the phone tightly with his right hand, waiting, Zhang Zihong continued to give orders.

Sure enough, Zhang Zihong didn't hear Cheng Huaiqing's answer, so he stopped playing.

He said coldly into the microphone: "If Zhao Lingxi is what you want, you can go to the underground garage by yourself now."

While talking, Zhang Zihong's sneer came again from the microphone: "However, as for whether you can rescue your sweetheart, it all depends on your luck."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Zihong hung up the phone as Cheng Huaiqing was still not given a chance to speak.

In fact, when he saw the photo just now, Cheng Huaiqing had already concluded that Zhao Lingxi was in the underground garage, but he was afraid that his rash actions would make Zhang Zihong do something extreme, so he kept suppressing the impulse in his heart and waited for Zhang Zihong to mention it. Require.

He had just started the car when Jiang Lingxia started the car in his ears.

Rolling down the car window, looking at Jiang Lingxia opposite, shook his head, and said: "He told me to go down alone, you just wait here"!
After speaking, seeing Jiang Lingxia, he nodded at him, and then re-ignited the engine.

The car slowly drove into the underground parking lot, but was stopped by the guards of the railing.

Looking at the man in the security uniform with a fierce look on his face, Cheng Huaiqing's face, which had always been dark, suddenly showed a cold smile.

He looked as if he had crawled out of hell, but the security guard shuddered under his smile.

The security guard was stunned for a moment, then saw Cheng Huaiqing open the car door and get out.

Seeing the security guard pointing a gun at him, Cheng Huaiqing showed no trace of fear on his face, and said in a cold voice, "Tell your boss, I'm here, alone"!
Cheng Huaiqing's words were calm, but when they heard the security guard's ears, they seemed to have changed their taste.

Taking a deep breath, he straightened himself up even more, and pointed the gun at Cheng Huaiqing's temple.

The security guard stared at Cheng Huaiqing's every move, and the person in front of him was just like their leader, who instinctively made him feel dangerous.

The hand holding the gun did not appear to be lowered at all, he pressed the radio in his ear vigilantly, and reported in a calm voice: "Boss, Cheng Huaiqing is here."

"Let him come in, don't drive, park the car in the open space outside. Check carefully to see if there are any dangerous objects on him."

After receiving the order, the security guard tilted his gun to the outside, and pouted at the car again. Cheng Huaiqing did as he said, while silently thinking about the countermeasures - if there is any accident inside, if there is no car, say It is impossible to get out of nothing.

The sun had already risen directly overhead, and even the basement that was supposed to be, was getting bright sunlight.

After being checked, Cheng Huaiqing slowly walked down the steep slope of the parking lot, and his handmade Italian leather shoes with slightly heels tapped the concrete floor rhythmically, echoing in the empty underground space.

Zhang Zihong sat on an old chair in a very comfortable posture, as if the chair under his buttocks was not a painted chair, but a dragon chair, and he was the Ninth Five, looking down at the whole world.

Cheng Huaiqing walked up to Zhang Zihong expressionlessly. From a distance of about ten meters, he saw the small figure surrounded by a group of people. Mu Shaoyan looked like a little angel in deep sleep, but alone Fell into the clutches of the devil.

Exquisite eyebrows, exquisite eyes, everything on her body seems to be an out-of-print handicraft crafted by God.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi who was on the ground, and after a glance from a distance, he was sure that the person lying on the ground was Zhao Lingxi.

The current appearance of Zhao Lingxi made him feel a little distressed, but his eyes became more and more cold. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Zihong who was opposite him, and said in a cold voice: "Mr. Do you know what the advice is?"
At this time, Zhang Zihong had already taken off the neat suit he was wearing in the past, and put on a light gray sportswear, and sat leisurely on a leather chair with some peeling paint, looking sideways at Cheng Huaiqing, with a cold voice said:
"Mr. Cheng is really courageous. He knows that what I'm offering is a Hongmen banquet, but he still dares to come. I really admire this courage."

While speaking, Zhang Zihong clapped his big hands repeatedly.

The sound of patting palms reverberated in the empty basement.

Cheng Huaiqing stood quietly on the spot, her deep eyes swept across Zhang Zihong's calm face, and also the murderous eyes of those subordinates, and finally stopped on Zhao Lingxi's peaceful sleeping face, "Say it ,what do you want?"