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

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

After closing the door, Zhao Lingxi walked to the bed.

Sitting on the soft big bed, all the exhaustion accumulated in these days rushed to Zhao Lingxi in an instant, spreading his body flat on the big bed, Zhao Lingxi just wanted to sleep like this.

However, the more she wanted to fall asleep, the more awake her mind became. What happened in the past few days was converted into frames of pictures, which were constantly replayed back and forth in her mind.

And the voices of Cheng's mother, Cheng Huaiqing, and Cheng Huaiying played in her mind over and over again, as if the callback button had been pressed.

She only felt a sudden pain in her head, and a pair of small hands pressed her temples vigorously, and she remembered Cheng Huaiqing before, every time she gently massaged him, gently massaging.

But this action reminded her of Cheng Huaiqing's tenderness.

Her mind was very confused, Zhao Lingxi could only keep her eyes wide open, staring blankly at the lotus-shaped chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

She didn't know how long she had been in this state, and finally closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

But this time, Zhao Lingxi didn't sleep soundly.

In the dream, she saw many things, there was a little girl accompanying the boy and encouraging the boy to play the guitar; there was also in the sea of ​​fire, the boy hugged the girl, and Su Xiao's body rushed out desperately There is also a boy who has grown up, leading the girl to the church with a bucket, and a wave of white doves is flying behind him, a beautiful picture...

"Ding……"

All kinds of messy things kept appearing in Zhao Lingxi's dream, but the protagonists in the dream were always that boy and that girl, until the alarm clock on the bedside rang angrily.

Zhao Lingxi was just freed from sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he felt drenched all over. He reached out to touch the sticky sweat on his body, and what he could not get rid of was the scene in his dream at night.

Although the faces of the characters in the picture were very blurry, she could vaguely distinguish them, that was her and Cheng Huaiqing.

With his arms propped up on the bed, he propped up his body, and the images in his dreams were constantly filtered in his mind.

Doubt flashed in my heart: "Could it be that those pictures are my lost memories?"
Thinking of this possibility, Zhao Lingxi rubbed his temples while thinking hard about the past.

However, no matter how hard she tried, her mind was occupied by the recent events, and she couldn't remember anything.

He could only slump on the bed helplessly, in a daze, and didn't even care about the sweat on his body.

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

Outside the door, the sound of the doorbell interrupted Zhao Lingxi's daze.

Zhao Lingxi's eyes flickered, remembering that only Jiang Hai knew that he was still here, so he quickly got up from the bed, walked out while leaning on the wall.

As soon as the door was opened, Ye Qianwei's baby face came into Zhao Lingxi's eyes.

"You..." Zhao Lingxi seemed to have only seen Ye Qianwei once when she was in the hospital that day. She didn't know why she came here suddenly, so she could only stand blankly at the door, staring straight at Ye Qianwei's face.

Ye Qianwei saw Zhao Lingxi's sluggishness, and there was a hint of malice in her eyes, but a sweet smile appeared on her face, she stepped forward, supported Zhao Lingxi, and said sweetly:
"You are Zhao Lingxi, right?"
"Yeah." Wu Tong listened to Ye Qianwei's words, nodded lightly, and asked, "You are"?
"My name is Ye Qianwei." Ye Qianwei answered Zhao Lingxi's question without hesitation.

While talking, he looked at Zhao Lingxi and said with a sweet smile, "What's the matter? I've already arrived at your door, so you're not going to invite me in for a glass of water?"
"Uh, uh," Zhao Lingxi realized after hearing Ye Qianwei's voice, the two of them were still standing at the door, smiled at Ye Qianwei with some embarrassment, and said, "I'm sorry, I just forgot."

As she said that, she wanted to turn her body sideways and let Ye Qianwei go in.

However, Ye Qianwei took advantage of the situation to support her arm, and supported Zhao Lingxi to walk into the house together.

He helped Zhao Lingxi to the double sofa with ease, walked to the refrigerator by himself, took out two bottles of water, twisted the lids, and walked to the single sofa next to him.

Like a hostess, she handed the unscrewed water to Zhao Lingxi, and said with a smile: "Sister Lingxi, you must have lived in this house not long ago, right?"
"This?" Zhao Lingxi listened to Ye Qianwei's question, raised her face, watched her sip the bottled water in her hand, and said with some embarrassment: "I don't remember anything from the past, I only know that I was in the hospital. When I woke up, Huaiqing took me back."

"Oh." Ye Qianwei didn't seem to know that Zhao Lingxi had lost her memory. When she heard her say that, a look of embarrassment flashed across her face, and she said, "I'm sorry, Sister Lingxi, I don't know, I didn't intend to expose your scars." .

Zhao Lingxi had a good impression of the baby-faced girl in front of her who had only met once, seeing the embarrassment on her face, she quickly said, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Sister, you are so kind!" Ye Qianwei listened to Zhao Lingxi's words, and the sweet smile returned to her face: "It's just me and my cousin."

"Cousin?" Zhao Lingxi didn't know why Ye Qianwei suddenly brought up this topic, but in order to cover up the embarrassment just now, she had to follow her topic.

"Yeah." Ye Qianwei looked at Zhao Lingxi's bright eyes, nodded earnestly, fixed her eyes on Zhao Lingxi's face, and said innocently: "However, Sister Lingxi, so to speak, you and my cousin look pretty similar. It's really similar."

"Really?" Zhao Lingxi listened to Ye Qianwei's words, her heart trembled fiercely, her eyes flickered with her heart, and she stretched out her little hand unconsciously to stroke her little face.

Ye Qianwei looked at Zhao Lingxi's expression, and when she wasn't paying attention, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Sensing Zhao Lingxi's eyes shot over, the ignorant smile returned to his face, and he said, "Don't sister Lingxi wonder why I am so familiar with this apartment?"
"I..." Ye Qianwei's words gave Zhao Lingxi a bad premonition instinctively, but she couldn't help but want to hear what she would say. She looked at her suspiciously and shook her head. Said: "I'm sorry, I can't remember the past, so about you..."

Seeing the apologetic look on Zhao Lingxi's face, Ye Qianwei moved her body to her side, her eyes fell on Zhao Lingxi's little hand that was unconsciously stretched and stretched on her knee, and the smile on her face became even sweeter.

He stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Lingxi's little hand, looked at Zhao Lingxi and said, "Sister Lingxi, your hands are so cool".

After finishing speaking, he wrapped Zhao Lingxi's little hands with two little hands, rubbed them to keep her warm, and said, "Sister Lingxi, don't blame yourself. In fact, we didn't know each other before."

After finishing speaking, looking at Zhao Lingxi's suspicious gaze, a flash of success flashed in his heart, but the smile on his face became more sincere:

"Actually, in the past, when my cousin and brother Huaiqing were together, I often came here, so I am more familiar with this room."

"Huh?" Hearing Ye Qianwei's words, Zhao Lingxi felt a chill in her heart, and looked at Ye Qianwei even more suspiciously.

"Sister Ling Xi, are you cold?" Ye Qianwei noticed that the small hands in her hands were colder than before, and a look of concern flashed across her face.

Zhao Lingxi looked up, looked at Ye Qianwei's small face, took a deep breath, and said: "I can't remember the past, and I don't have any impression of your cousin, can you tell me about her? Is something wrong?"
"I..." Ye Qianwei looked at Zhao Lingxi's pale face, a look of confusion flashed across her small face, she looked at Zhao Lingxi apologetically, "I'm sorry, Sister Lingxi, I didn't mean to mention my cousin just now to make you angry."

"Huh?" The more Ye Qianwei said this, the stronger the bad premonition in Zhao Lingxi's heart, her lips trembled uncontrollably, but she deliberately suppressed the panic in her breath, and asked, "What's wrong with your cousin? Did I have any past issues with her? Why does it make me angry to mention her?"
"This one……"

Ye Qianwei looked at Zhao Lingxi's gaze, lowered her head slightly, and smiled complacently from the bottom of her heart, but her face was very conflicted.

"What's going on?" Ye Qianwei's expression, in Zhao Lingxi's eyes, made Zhao Lingxi even more convinced of the connection between the cousin she just mentioned and her.

He pulled out his little hands from Ye Qianwei's cell phone vigorously, supported Ye Qianwei's shoulders with both hands, stared straight at Ye Qianwei's lowered head, and said:
"Tell me, no matter what it is? I won't blame you."

"I……"

Sensing Zhao Lingxi's excitement, Ye Qianwei felt unconcealable joy in her heart, lowered her head, and tried her best to suppress the joy that surged up on her face.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her head and looked at Zhao Lingxi apologetically, "I'm sorry, Sister Lingxi, I didn't bring up this topic on purpose."

Ye Qianwei's words attracted Zhao Lingxi's attention even more. Now she couldn't care less about why Ye Qianwei knew that she was at home now, and why did she suddenly bring up this topic?
However, he stared straight at Ye Qianwei's lips, trying to see something from her mouth.

Ye Qianwei was a little embarrassed by Zhao Lingxi's gaze, so she sighed and said in a deliberately embarrassed way: "Sister Lingxi, I think it's better for you not to know."

"It's okay, just tell me." Although Zhao Lingxi could sense that what Ye Qianwei was going to say next would definitely not be a good thing, she still couldn't suppress the goodness in her heart, and persuaded Ye Qianwei: "My current situation is bad enough. Even if it was a little worse, what difference would it make?"