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

private matter?Cheng Huaiqing frowned again, looking at Song Yuwen in front of him, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Song Yuwen took a small step forward, her flat belly was close to Cheng Huaiqing's face, she pulled his arm and wrapped her arms around her, "Have you forgotten? Five years ago today, you hugged me like this .”

five years ago?Familiar memories flooded Cheng Huaiqing's mind so overwhelmingly that he even forgot that he was hugging Song Yuwen's waist right now.

Five years ago, he was still a little-known little singer, and only Zhao Lingxi was by his side. However, after a big fire, even Zhao Lingxi betrayed him. After waking up, only his elder brother and Song Yuwen were by his bed. head.

The air in the room was quiet and suffocating, and no one even noticed the sound of the combination lock opening.

Zhao Lingxi clutched the handbag tightly with both hands, with deep hurt in her eyes. Just now in the taxi, she struggled with how to remind Cheng Huaiqing to guard against his elder brother and Song Yuwen, but unexpectedly, she received a message as soon as she entered the door. Such a big "surprise".

She couldn't accept that the man she knew in front of her was hugging another woman in front of her.

There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth. She seemed to have forgotten that Song Yuwen was his real girlfriend, and she was just a small personal assistant. What right did she have to be jealous?

But why is my heart sour?

It turns out that the most sour thing is not jealousy, the most sour thing is that you don't even have the right to be jealous.

In order not to let herself be stimulated by the scene in front of her, she pretended to be calm, ignored the existence of the two of them, took a deep breath, and walked to her room with graceful steps, but the slightly wrinkled handbag in her hand , leaked her mood.

The sound of "Kaka" high-heeled shoes hitting the marble floor was particularly abrupt in the silent room. Song Yuwen raised her eyes and gave Zhao Lingxi a dissatisfied look, with an indelible smugness in her eyes.

Seeing that both of them looked at her, she realized that she had forgotten to change her high heels, and said awkwardly, "I'm so sorry. I suddenly remembered something, I see... I'm sorry ...I'm really sorry...I..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around as if running away, and shut himself in the room.

Only the sound of "click" heels echoed in the quiet space.

She threw herself on the bed crying.Both hands clenched the collar of the chest tightly, trying not to think about the spring in the room closed outside the door.

Although she knew about his relationship with Song Yuwen for a long time, seeing with her own eyes that he was making out with other women made her heart really hurt.

Cheng Huaiqing gently pushed away Song Yuwen who was close to him, with a look of alienation on his face, "It's getting late, you should go back earlier."

"Hmm." Knowing Cheng Huaiqing's temper, Song Yuwen nodded lightly, picked up the contract that had just been placed on the table, turned around gracefully, and stared viciously at the room where the lights were not turned on from an angle that Cheng Huaiqing could not see.

Hearing the sound of the door closing in his ears, Cheng Huaiqing stared at Zhao Lingxi's tightly closed door thoughtfully. Just now, he saw the sadness in her eyes, as if something blocked her heart average.

He casually picked up the water on the table, took a sip indiscriminately, and turned around to enter his room.

Night, in the mood of sorrow, seemed particularly difficult.

After crying enough, Zhao Lingxi sat up, untied the restraints on her body, put her arms around her knees, and sat on the head of the bed. In her mind, those photos kept reappearing in her mind.

What she didn't expect was that Cheng Huaixu and Song Yuwen jointly planned the fire that year, and Cheng Huaixian, who she always thought was gentle and elegant, was actually a smiling tiger, quietly assisting Cheng Huaixu and the others in what they did.

Zhao Lingxi looked up at the darkness that was tightly wrapped around her, tightened her arms around her knees, and raised the corners of her mouth in a self-deprecating manner.

Song Yuwen is now Cheng Huaiqing's real girlfriend, and Cheng Huaixian is his most trusted elder brother, not to mention her mother is being restrained by Cheng Huaixu and the others, even if she doesn't, if she tells Cheng Huaiqing, will he believe what he said?

Sure enough, Cheng Huaixu dared to tell himself the truth, not just controlling her mother.

The morning dawn came as expected, Zhao Lingxi looked at her thick dark circles in the mirror, put on light makeup, and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Cheng Huaiqing was still jogging in the morning, so she quickly packed up her breakfast, put it on the table, and started running upstairs to pack her things.

When Cheng Huaiqing came out, he saw his breakfast alone on the table, and frowned, "Zhao Lingxi!"

"Mr. Cheng, please tell me." Hearing the call, Zhao Lingxi trotted downstairs and stood respectfully in front of Cheng Huaiqing.

"Don't you need to have breakfast?" Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Ling's appearance, and couldn't tell what was different from before. However, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, and stared at Zhao Lingxi with deep eyes.

"Didn't Mr. Cheng grant me two days off yesterday?" Zhao Lingxi usually looked at Cheng Huaiqing, "I'll pack my luggage first, and I'll come down for dinner later."

"Since you're fine, let's go to the studio together today, and save this vacation for later." Cheng Huaiqing turned around and sat at the dining table, without giving Zhao Lingxi a chance to speak.

"Yes, Mr. Cheng." Zhao Lingxi obediently went to the kitchen to get her share, sat down, and ate quietly and quickly.

After eating, I packed up my things a bit, and then ran upstairs to pack my luggage.

"Huaiqing, it's time." Song Yuwen was in a good mood today, she smiled as soon as she entered the door, and she didn't make things difficult for Zhao Lingxi, and walked straight to Cheng Huaiqing's side.

"Yeah." Cheng Huaiqing nodded expressionlessly, "Zhao Lingxi, haven't you cleaned up yet?"

"Okay." Less than a minute after his words fell, Zhao Lingxi was holding a small luggage bag in his right hand and Cheng Huaiqing's suit jacket in his left hand, and trotted to the two of them, "Mr. Cheng, can you?" let's go."

When a group of people came to the set, Zhao Lingxi took out the things Cheng Huaiqing needed, and went to arrange the luggage with ease. She did all of this with ease.

Cheng Huaiqing glanced at Zhao Lingxi's back, his eyes were dim, and he turned and went into the dressing room.

The studio was busy in an orderly manner, and after Zhao Lingxi had settled everything, she was still sitting in the director's tent, holding a thick "Kangxi Dictionary" in her hand.

"Miss Zhao?" Director Qian saw Zhao Lingxi looking at the dictionary with great interest as soon as he turned his head. There was a flash of admiration in his eyes. There are many people who can read quietly, but it's true that someone who can read a dictionary is so absorbed not much.

"Huh? Director Qian, what's the matter?" Zhao Lingxi turned around and bumped into Director Qian's eyes unexpectedly.

"I don't know how Miss Zhao's calligraphy is. If you have time at noon, can you write a calligraphy so that Qian can read it?"

"Director Qian is over-reputed, how do I know calligraphy? I just practiced it for two days." Zhao Lingxi smiled modestly. Director Qian is indeed a person who loves art.

When Cheng Huaiqing came out after filming a scene, he happened to see Zhao Lingxi talking to Director Qian, his face was full of radiance, his face darkened, and he turned to the dressing room to touch up his makeup.

Because Zhao Lingxi helped to revise the script in a timely manner, all the actors worked overtime in the past two days, and the progress finally caught up. Director Qian was in a good mood, and when it was time for a break at noon, he did not know where to bring out a set of the Four Treasures of the Study. After tidying up a table in the tent, he insisted on pulling Zhao Lingxi to compare words.

Seeing that he couldn't refuse Director Qian's hospitality, Zhao Lingxi had no choice but to run out to find Director Qian while Cheng Huaiqing was resting.

Cheng Huaiqing squinted for a while, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that Zhao Lingxi was not there, so he asked with a dark face, "Where is Zhao Lingxi?"

"Her!" Song Yuwen saw Cheng Huaiqing looking for Zhao Lingxi as soon as he opened his eyes, a look of malice flashed in his eyes, "Didn't you get Qian Dao's favor a few days ago, and you are busy hugging Qian Dao's thigh."

As soon as the words fell, she instantly felt the temperature around her suddenly turn cold, and Cheng Huaiqing had already stood up and walked outside.

Song Yuwen looked at Cheng Huaiqing's angry back, and a flash of complacency flashed in her eyes.

When Cheng Huaiqing came out, he happened to see Zhao Lingxi lowering his head, writing seriously, with his slightly loose long hair hanging down his cheeks, casting a shadow on the rice paper.

Cheng Huaiqing's eyes darkened, and her mind was full of alienation when she faced herself in the morning, yes, that feeling was alienation.

"Huaiqing." Song Yuwen walked to Cheng Huaiqing's side and smiled softly, "Since Director Qian likes Assistant Zhao so much, why don't we let him do it? After all, with Assistant Zhao's talent, it's a little bit of a shame to be just a small assistant. Quite talented, isn't it?"

Song Yuwen said lightly, seemingly speaking for Zhao Lingxi, but in fact, only she knew how much she wanted Zhao Lingxi to leave, completely out of Cheng Huaiqing's sight.

"Don't even think about it!" Cheng Huaiqing sensitively grasped the "fulfillment" in Song Yuwen's words, and his face was as dark as the day before the rain in June. You have to hold it for me!"

After speaking, he walked into the lounge without looking back.

Still unwilling to let go?
Song Yuwen gave Zhao Lingxi a vicious look, then turned her head and followed Cheng Huaiqing's steps closely.

The day's play was finally over, but what people didn't expect was that Cheng Huaiqing, who had never been ng before, was actually ng twice this afternoon.

Back at the apartment at night, Cheng Huaiqing walked into the room with a pale face, and before Zhao Lingxi could change her shoes, he dragged her into the room, stretched out his ape arms, and pressed her against the wall, narrowing his eyes dangerously, "What? Miss Zhao thinks my temple is too small to accommodate your big Buddha?"

"Huh?" Zhao Lingxi was taken aback by Cheng Huaiqing's sudden action, and suddenly raised her head, her lips just brushed Cheng Huaiqing's resolute face, her big eyes were full of doubts.

The warm touch swept over Huaiqing's cheeks, his face softened a bit, his eyes were still staring straight at Zhao Lingxi's, not giving her a chance to avoid, "Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?"