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

"I'm sorry sir, this is a VIP ward, please don't run around."

After a nurse's crisp voice reached everyone's ears, another male voice soon came in: "Ah? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just got lost."

Although the man said sorry words, the people in the ward could clearly hear the man's voice, and they were getting closer and closer to the ward.

Zhao Lingxi paused when she walked to the door. At this moment, the man who was still talking kindly to the nurse to apologize, when he saw Zhao Lingxi, he immediately rushed over like crazy.

Seeing this, the nurse quickly chased after her, but how could a girl like her catch up to the big man in front of her?He could only shout loudly from behind to make the man stop.

Zhao Lingxi didn't understand, so she looked at the man rushing towards her, and took a slight step back, but she saw a spotlight flashing in the man's hand.

Just then, she heard the sound of high heels hitting the marble floor behind her.

Turning his head to glance at the people in the room, he happened to see Song Yuwen walking towards him.

During the short moment when Zhao Lingxi was in a daze, Song Yuwen had already walked in front of her.

Glancing at Zhao Lingxi, he turned around and said to the other people in the room, "Don't go out yet, I'll go see what's going on outside."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door of the ward behind him, stopped in front of Zhao Lingxi, looked at the man in front of him and said, "Sir, please give me the photo you just took."

The man did not expect that Song Yuwen would have discovered the secretive action he just made. He subconsciously shook the hand holding the miniature camera, looked at Song Yuwen, and pretended to be stupid:
"Miss, what are you talking about? I was just passing by this door, where did you get some photos?"
The moment he saw Song Yuwen, the man was even more sure that Cheng Huaiqing lived in this hospital.

Song Yuwen looked at the innocent look on the man's face, but still walked towards the man with big strides with a cold expression.

Song Yuwen's stature is not considered tall, but seeing her walking towards him step by step, the man felt an inexplicable pressure in his heart, and wanted to turn his head and run away.

However, before he turned around, Song Yuwen stretched out her hand to hold his wrist, put her finger on his wrist, scratched it lightly, and the camera in his hand fell to the ground.

With the sound of the camera falling to the ground with a "snap", everyone's eyes were also drawn to the ground.

Seeing the anxious expression on the man's face, Song Yuwen stretched out her foot and hooked the camera in front of her. Then she let go, holding the man's wrist and one foot hanging in the air above the miniature camera.

"Miss Song..." Seeing that Song Yuwen had seen through his trick, the man stopped pretending and looked at Song Yuwen and said, "Please return the camera to me, Miss Song."

"Give it back to you?" Song Yuwen listened to the man's request, with a mocking smile on her face, she stepped hard, and with a "click", a delicate and compact miniature camera was instantly torn apart.

Zhao Lingxi looked up at the man's ferocious expression, but saw that Song Yuwen didn't give the man a chance to speak, and said coldly:

"Since you know some things, I won't hide them from you. If today's things are leaked out, what consequences will you have..."

Song Yuwen purposely spoke only halfway, but her icy voice made the man's body tremble violently.

Seeing the man in front of her face change instantly, the corners of her mouth raised high, and she continued to say threateningly:

"You don't need to be too sad, I'm helping you, think about it, if you publish this kind of photos again, if even your magazine is blocked, then what will your future be like What about it? You should think about it for yourself.”

After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on the camera under his feet, his heels turned around, and he turned and walked towards the ward without even looking at the man in front of him.

When passing by Zhao Lingxi's side, Song Yuwen suddenly whispered into his ear: "With your cowardly appearance, how are you worthy of standing beside Huaiqing?"
Zhao Lingxi heard Song Yuwen's words, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, and his body trembled violently.

The man was shocked by Song Yuwen's words, and after Song Yuwen turned and left for a long time, he came back to his senses under the reminder of the little nurse.

Seeing the man being taken away by the little nurse, Zhao Lingxi shook her head, thinking of what Song Yuwen had just said to her, a self-deprecating smile appeared on her face.

Turning around, he glanced at the ward with the door tightly closed behind him. The small hands hanging on both sides were tightly clenched into fists. There were faint traces of bruises on the back of the white hands, and he also walked towards the door of the hospital. go.

When Zhao Lingxi went back, the sun was still slanting in the west of the sky, and half of the sky was dyed red with an orange halo.

Zhao Lingxi looked at the red clouds in the sky, her thoughts were wandering, when a taxi came to the door, she stopped it, took a taxi and went back.

When she returned to the apartment, Yang Xiaoxiao had already prepared the mysterious meal she had just mentioned. She was sitting on the sofa alone, eating snacks leisurely while waiting for her to come back.

As soon as Zhao Lingxi entered the door, she saw a huge dinner plate on the dining table with a cover on it.

Trying hard to suppress the displeasure in my heart, I walked towards the dining table with a smile and reached out to lift the lid.

However, before her little hand touched the handle of the cover, Yang Xiaoxiaobie rushed to Zhao Lingxi at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with her figure, pressed both hands on the cover, and said with a smirk:

"Why are you in such a hurry? Wash your hands first."

After finishing speaking, he threw a gorgeous smile at Zhao Lingxi.

Zhao Lingxi listened to Yang Xiaoxiao's words, and looked at her helplessly: When did this guy become so particular?When facing food, I can't wait to grab it with my hands.

At the moment when Zhao Lingxi was surprised, Yang Xiaoxiao pushed Zhao Lingxi to the bathroom and asked, "How is the situation at the hospital? Is he okay?"
Hearing Yang Xiaoxiao mention Cheng Huaiqing, Zhao Lingxi froze for a moment, and was quickly pushed forward by Yang Xiaoxiao.

Fearing that Yang Xiaoxiao would be worried, she shook her head and said, "It's nothing, his agent will take care of these trivial matters, so you don't have to worry about it here."

"En." Yang Xiaoxiao heard Zhao Lingxi's answer, and then nodded heavily as if relieved, pushed Zhao Lingxi into the bathroom, and asked again: "What about his injury? Is it better?" ?
"Ah?" Yang Xiaoxiao's words made Zhao Lingxi instinctively think of Cheng Huaiqing's pale face when he went to the hospital, and his heart twitched violently as if he had been pricked by a needle.

Looking at Zhao Lingxi's reaction, Yang Xiaoxiao knew her answer, sighed, comforted Zhao Lingxi and said, "You don't have to worry too much, after all, he has suffered such a serious injury, and it is impossible for him to recover in a short while. Great."

Seeing that Zhao Lingxi was still in a daze after speaking, he went in and patted her on the shoulder, saying:
"I can see how difficult it has been for the two of you from being together until now. Now it's finally a blessing in disguise. If you have some free time, you should spend more time with him."

After receiving Zhao Lingxi's affirmative response, Yang Xiaoxiao turned around and walked out.

When he walked to the door, he still didn't forget to look back at Zhao Lingxi and remind him: "You must wash your hands clean."

Hearing the sound of Yang Xiaoxiao's slippery footsteps gradually walking away, Zhao Lingxi kept replaying Cheng Huaiqingnian's words when he left in his mind, matching with Song Yuwen's words, his eyes were filled with sadness.

He raised his head to look at his face in the mirror, but heard Yang Xiaoxiao's footsteps outside.

Fearing that Yang Xiaoxiao would be worried, as if after washing his face, he wiped off the water on his hands, and patted his face lightly with two small hands to make his face look more rosy, before he walked out.

When Zhao Lingxi finished washing his hands and came out of the bathroom, Yang Xiaoxiao had already moved a chair by the dining table. When she saw Zhao Lingxi, she respectfully made a very gentlemanly gesture and asked Zhao Lingxi to sit down.

Zhao Lingxi looked at Yang Xiaoxiao's funny appearance, and a smile flashed in his eyes, but he sat down on the chair cooperatively, looking forward to Yang Xiaoxiao's next move.

She had just sat upright when Yang Xiaoxiao conjured up a white napkin out of nowhere, wrapped it around Zhao Lingxi herself, and handed Zhao Lingxi a knife and fork before sitting down beside her.

Looking at Zhao Lingxi, he smiled and said, "Guess what is the mysterious feast I cooked for you?"
Zhao Lingxi watched Yang Xiaoxiao make a mysterious expression, and became more curious about the things on the dinner plate. He stared at the dinner plate eagerly and shook his head, saying: "You said it was a mysterious feast, how could I Guess what? Hurry up and open it, I'm starving to death."

After finishing speaking, he watched Yang Xiaoxiao lift the lid of the pot expectantly.

As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, the aroma immediately permeated the whole room, but Zhao Lingxi was really surprised by what caught his eyes.

In Zhao Lingxi's view, stacks of tiles were neatly placed on the dinner plate in front of him. After taking a deep breath, Zhao Lingxi's curiosity was also aroused, and his eyes were on the dinner plate in front of him. I read it several times, but didn't find the mystery, so I raised my head and looked at Yang Xiaoxiao next to me with a puzzled expression.

The unhappiness in the hospital just now was temporarily suppressed in my heart, and I was curious about where the fragrance came from, and the words "please explain" were written unabashedly on a small face.

Seeing that Yang Xiaoxiao had no intention of explaining to her, Zhao Lingxi hesitated for a while, and then said: "Your so-called mysterious feast is not to invite me to eat these tiles, is it?"