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

Zhang Zihong pretended to be surprised, "Oh? I don't want anything. I just want to invite you to have a good talk about things. I don't dare to think about anything else."

Cheng Huaiqing snorted coldly without any appreciation, and his voice froze instantly: "Ling Xi is just an ordinary little girl, but if I remember correctly, this should be the second time you have someone kidnap her, tell me Well, what is the purpose of kidnapping her?"
Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's words, Zhang Zihong flashed a cold smile on his face, suddenly slapped the leather chair with his big hand, stood up, and said with a sneer:

"An ordinary little girl? If she is really just an ordinary little girl, how could she get the favor of you, a movie king?"
After finishing speaking, seeing Cheng Huaiqing's unfriendly expression, he smiled even more unscrupulously: "I think, this little girl must not be as ordinary as you said, right?"
Cheng Huaiqing's face darkened when he heard Zhang Zihong's words, and he said in a cold voice, "I don't think I have done anything to offend Mr. Zhang before. I don't know why Mr. Zhang targeted me so much"?
"Aiming at you?" Hearing what Cheng Huaiqing said, Zhang Zihong couldn't help but raised his head and laughed loudly.

There was a bit of femininity in his smile, which kept reverberating in the airy garage, as if some sharp weapon was scratching the wagon again, hitting Cheng Huaiqing's eardrum hard.

Hearing the noise coming from his ears, Cheng Huaiqing couldn't help frowning his handsome brows tightly, looked at Zhang Zihong coldly and said, "Since Mr. Zhang didn't target me, why do you keep targeting Ling Xi again and again?" Capture it, what is it for?"
Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's words, Zhang Zihong laughed even more wildly. He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Lingxi, who was sleeping soundly behind him, and said in a cold voice, "Why? I, Zhang Zihong, can't like the woman you can like as a film king"?
"Like?" Cheng Huaiqing couldn't help being stunned when he heard what Zhang Zihong said. He didn't expect Zhang Zihong to arrest Zhao Lingxi for this reason?
However, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he stared at Zhang Zihong coldly, and said, "If Mr. Zhang thinks that such a kidnapping is his liking, then it is really unfortunate that Ling Xi can be liked by Mr. Zhang." ".

"Hehe..." Zhang Zihong heard the sarcasm in Cheng Huaiqing's mouth, and the smile on his face became even more ferocious: "Unfortunate? It's just that this woman doesn't know what to do. You Cheng Huaiqing can give her, and I, Zhang Zihong, have another What can't you give"?
After finishing speaking, he looked at Cheng Huaiqing with jealousy, his pair of slightly squinted peach blossom eyes almost wanted to see through Cheng Huaiqing.

He just couldn't be reconciled, he was obviously not inferior to Cheng Huaiqing in any way, but why did Zhao Lingxi never pretend to be himself in his eyes.

Hearing Zhang Zihong's justification, Cheng Huaiqing's sarcasm deepened, and he said in a cold voice, "If your love is destroyed if you don't get it, then you will never be worthy of the thing or person you love"!
"Hahaha……"

Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's admonishing words, Zhang Zihong raised his head again and laughed a few times.

The sound kept bursting and pounding in Cheng Huaiqing's eardrums.

The people under Zhang Zihong's subordinates seemed to have long been used to his almost maniacal laugh. They folded their arms with their hands and stared at Cheng Huaiqing in front of them with cold expressions, as if they were looking at a dead person.

"My God, what you said is so scary." Zhang Zihong laughed enough, touched his chest as if he was really frightened, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "However, what you said is good, I, Zhang Zihong, this person has always been In this way, what I can't get, no one else can get it!"
While speaking, he suddenly strode towards Zhao Lingxi who was behind him. He purposely walked very slowly, and the sound of leather shoes stepping on his floor rang rhythmically in Cheng Huaiqing's eardrums.

Every sound seemed to step on Cheng Huaiqing's heart. Cheng Huaiqing kept his eyes fixed on Zhang Zihong's back, watching him walk towards Zhao Lingxi step by step.

As soon as his body moved, Zhang Zihong's subordinates who stood in front of him like a wooden man stretched out their hands to stop him, and warned him in a cold voice not to act rashly.

Cheng Huaiqing gritted his teeth, and squeezed the big hands that had been hanging on both sides tightly, the veins on the back of the hands were almost bursting out.

He watched Zhang Zihong walk slowly to Zhao Lingxi's side, squatting down in front of Zhao Lingxi as if in slow motion, and lifted Zhao Lingxi's collar with his big hand.

Zhao Lingxi didn't know if she was asleep or Zhang Zihong had done something to her. At this moment, she looked like a puddle of limp flesh, allowing Zhang Zihong's big hand to lift her up.

Cheng Huaiqing's pupils shrank suddenly, and the anger in his heart kept bubbling out.

Seeing Zhang Zihong carelessly lifting Zhao Lingxi's body and walking towards him, one of his hearts was pulled together fiercely, as if he was not being pulled together fiercely, as if he was being held together by someone. It was like being trampled on constantly, with a dull pain.

Zhang Zihong was very satisfied with Cheng Huaiqing's reaction, and kept lifting Zhao Lingxi's body on the leather chair he was sitting on just now, as if he was deliberately trying to get rid of Cheng Huaiqing. Lost Cheng Huaiqing's existence.

Seeing Zhao Lingxi being humiliated by Zhang Zihong, Cheng Huaiqing almost burst into flames in his deep eyes.

There seemed to be thousands of thin blades in his eyes. If possible, Zhang Zihong had already been sliced ​​into pieces by his eyes.

Sensing Cheng Huaiqing's gaze, the smile on Zhang Zihong's face became even more ferocious. He casually posed for Zhao Lingxi on the seat with his hands, turned his head, looked at Cheng Huaiqing and said:
"I don't know how Mr. Cheng's fans will react if they see Li Quen's current expression"?
Cheng Huaiqing's eyes are now only on Zhao Lingxi, who was randomly placed on the seat, looking coldly at Zhang Zihong with a hideous face in front of him, and said in a cold voice:

"You have played enough to play what you should play, now tell me what are your conditions"?
Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's words, Zhang Zihong suddenly supported his cheek with his right hand, looked at Cheng Huaiqing innocently, and said in pretended panic:
"I always thought that Mr. Cheng was a smart man, but I didn't expect that you have been here for so long and still haven't seen my intentions."

While talking, he kept sighing and shaking his head, and said, "Oh, maybe I, Mr. Zhang, overestimated Mr. Cheng"?
After finishing speaking, he turned around again and walked to Zhao Lingxi's side. Under Cheng Huaiqing's resentful eyes, he gently brushed Zhao Lingxi's broken hair hanging in front of him with his big hand, and tapped his fingers on Zhao Lingxi's plump lips.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhang Zihong's movements, his angry eyes were as dark as a black hole, almost wanting to absorb everything in.

The tightly clenched hands could hardly control his emotions anymore, and the veins on his white and smooth forehead were exposed.

If he wasn't worried that if he rushed up now, Zhao Lingxi might suffer even more damage.

He must rush forward and fight Zhang Zihong to the death.However, now, facing the group of security guards who looked like sculptures in front of him, Cheng Huaiqing hesitated a little. If he rushed over recklessly now, then Zhao Lingxi must be the first to be hurt.

However, before he had considered how to solve it, he suddenly saw Zhang Zihong take out a syringe and a short bottle from the side pocket of his tracksuit.

"you……"

Looking at Zhang Zihong's actions, Cheng Huaiqing's pupils suddenly dilated, and he couldn't see what Zhang Zihong was going to inject Zhao Lingxi with, but seeing the smirk on Zhang Zihong's face, he had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

He could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart, but as soon as he moved forward, those sculpture-like security guards immediately moved and surrounded him.

At this moment, Cheng Huaiqing was like a raging lion. Looking at the security guard in front of him, he only wanted to vent the anger that had accumulated for a long time.

Although he is not Jiang Lingxia's opponent, but he has seen Taekwondo for several years, and he is not easy to deal with these gangster-like security guards.

The sound of battle between Cheng Huaiqing and the security guards was heard next to his ears.

However, Zhang Zihong seemed not to have seen the battle, and had no intention of stopping it at all.

He just leisurely snapped off the head of the short bottle with his fingers, shook the bottle gently in his hand, looked at the potion, twirled in the bottle, and then stretched out the needle in a leisurely manner. It goes in, and draws out the transparent liquid medicine inside.

While fighting with the security guards, Cheng Huaiqing watched Zhang Zihong's movements.

Seeing the light tube in Zhang Zihong's hand shining coldly under the dim light in the basement, he trembled fiercely, fighting with the security guards even more fiercely, trying to run to Zhao Lingxi's place quickly. around.

However, the more anxious he was, the more those security guards were like a dog's skin plaster that couldn't be peeled off, sticking to him fiercely, making him unable to move away.

The moment Zhang Zihong stuck the needle into Zhao Lingxi's flesh, Cheng Huaiqing felt his heart almost stop beating.

At that moment, a security guard behind him suddenly kicked Cheng Huaiqing's knee hard.

Before Cheng Huaiqing could react, he knelt on the ground and let out a "boom". However, he seemed to feel no pain at all, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Zihong.

He watched helplessly as Zhang Zihong injected a tube of medicine into Zhao Lingxi's body.