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

When she went out early the next morning, Zhao Lingxi was surprised to find that Cheng Huaiqing was standing outside her door, looking at her with a smile on her face.

It was indeed a pleasure to see such a handsome face smiling at me early in the morning.But Zhao Lingxi had an inexplicable sense of terror.

What's wrong with this man?Did you forget to take your medicine?
However, she could only think about this kind of complaints in her heart, bit the bullet, and raised a smiling face, "Mr. Cheng, good morning."

"En." Cheng Huaiqing nodded lightly, but he didn't intend to move at all.

Zhao Lingxi swallowed, "What's the matter?"

"En." Cheng Huaiqing nodded calmly again, leaving Zhao Lingxi completely confused.

"Please give orders, Mr. Cheng." Zhao Lingxi was speechless, but could only speak respectfully.

"Come out with me." Cheng Huaiqing grabbed Zhao Lingxi's slender wrist and walked out the door.

Isn't it just going out?As for doing so much trouble?

Zhao Lingxi tried hard to withdraw the arm held by him, but struggled to no avail, so she had to let him go.

"Look." After leaving the door, Cheng Huaiqing pointed to a big red polo parked at the door with a proud face, "Here's for you." Saying that, he stuffed a bunch of car keys into Zhao Lingxi's hands.

"Huh?" Zhao Lingxi looked at Cheng Huaiqing in surprise, "Mr. Cheng, what do you mean? You don't get paid for nothing."

"Who says you have no merit?" Cheng Huaiqing's face darkened when he saw Zhao Lingxi's refusal, "I said it was for you, and it was for you!"

"However, I don't remember what I have done to deserve the contribution of this car." Zhao Lingxi tugged on the clothes on her body tightly, and looked at the red polo. Is this the treatment of a small assistant? ?

"My assistant should have a decent car." Seeing that Zhao Lingxi was still rejecting him, Cheng Huaiqing's expression became even uglier, and his tone was deeply displeased, "Why? Is the thing I gave you hot?"

"No." Zhao Lingxi looked at Cheng Huaiqing who was so unfamiliar in front of him, and shook his head, "Mr. Cheng, I'm just a small assistant. You deliver clothes and cars, which makes me feel like I'm being taken care of."

Zhao Lingxi spoke seriously, with indescribable sadness in her tone.

"It's not worth much anyway, so it will be deducted from your salary." Cheng Huaiqing felt a sudden pain in his heart when he heard Zhao Lingxi's disappointment, and he compromised.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng, you forgot, I still owe you 30 yuan? Adding this car, when will I be able to pay it back?" Zhao Lingxi didn't want to refute him, but he also didn't want to talk about the car in plain sight.

"Then what exactly do you want?" Cheng Huaiqing gave in repeatedly, but Zhao Lingxi still didn't appreciate it, a black storm blew up in his eyes, almost swallowing Zhao Lingxi in it.

"Forget it." Looking at Zhao Lingxi's slightly sad expression, he found that he couldn't calm down about this woman, "This car will be used for public use in the future, and it is only lent to you temporarily."

Throwing down this sentence coldly, he turned and went back to the apartment, turned the speed on the treadmill to the fastest, and ran wildly as if venting.

Zhao Lingxi shook the car keys in his hand, walked into the apartment helplessly, and began to prepare for today's breakfast.

It's just that no matter what, her mind is full of Song Yuwen's sentence yesterday, "I am Huai Qing's girlfriend, you must leave him."

leave?She wants to too.

Shaking his head, he made breakfast and put it on the table.

After breakfast, Song Yuwen came to pick up Cheng Huaiqing, but she still didn't give her a good face, but in front of Cheng Huaiqing, she didn't dare to make things difficult for her.

Today is Cheng Huaiqing's last scene. After the filming was finished early, the production team called it a day. Cheng Huaiqing and Song Yuwen were invited to attend the production team's celebratory banquet.

As a small follower, Zhao Lingxi had no choice but to go to the banquet with Cheng Huaiqing.The venue was very lively, the entire production crew was there, whether they were familiar or unfamiliar, there were all kinds of different people, all of them dressed up brightly.

Zhao Lingxi wasn't very impressed with such a scene, so she found a quiet corner and sat down, looking at the glamorous world in front of her, quietly waiting for the end of the banquet.

Just as she was thinking about how to deal with her relationship with Cheng Huaiqing, the screenwriter walked towards her.In this crew, apart from Director Qian, Zhao Lingxi is most familiar with the screenwriter.

The last time the screenwriter and director Qian wanted to poach her, Zhao Lingxi was met with sarcasm from Song Yuwen, but this screenwriter didn't seem to care what others said at all, and his attitude towards Zhao Lingxi was still very gentle, like an old friend for many years .

"Miss Zhao, why are you sitting here alone?" The screenwriter smiled, although he was middle-aged and his figure was out of shape.But I have to say that he should have been a very good young man when he was young.

Seeing that he was kind, Zhao Lingxi stopped being restrained and moved her lips. Then she remembered that she didn't seem to know the screenwriter's last name, so she smiled awkwardly, "Hello, screenwriter."

"Oh! I really didn't expect that Ms. Zhao still remembered me. I'm so honored!" The screenwriter smiled happily, "It's just that it's a pity that I didn't become a colleague with Ms. Zhao!" There was a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, there may be opportunities to cooperate in the future." Zhao Lingxi smiled at the screenwriter, although he knew that the possibility was extremely small.

"Yeah." The screenwriter nodded and handed Zhao Lingxi a glass of champagne, "Cheers to the next collaboration."

Song Yuwen stood aside, watching what happened here.Seeing that the screenwriter had already struck up a conversation with Zhao Lingxi, and they were having a good conversation, a calculating look flashed in her eyes, and the next scene would be very exciting.

While introducing some drinks and refreshments at the banquet to Zhao Lingxi, the screenwriter did not forget to show off his knowledge. The main purpose was to gain a little favor from Zhao Lingxi.

Zhao Lingxi didn't even know about the conspiracy behind this.Even, she never thought that she would become someone else's pocket without knowing it.

"Yo! Screenwriter Zhang, you're here too! I think the box over there is quite lively, why don't we join in the fun together!" After finishing speaking, Song Yuwen specially signaled to Screenwriter Zhang. By now, they both understood each other's intentions .

Zhao Lingxi was extremely reluctant, she didn't think Song Yuwen would invite her so kindly, "Why don't you go play? I'll go to the bathroom."

"Assistant Zhao?" Song Yuwen glanced at Zhao Lingxi, who was about to run away, with disdain in her eyes, "You are so disrespectful, are you afraid that I will hurt you in front of so many people?"

As she said that, a cold smile flashed across her eyes, "Or, are you worried that screenwriter Zhang is plotting against you?"

"Me." Zhao Lingxi opened her mouth, but before she could utter the words of defense, Song Yuwen took her arm and leaned into her ear, "Don't make people think that the people in our company are too petty!"

Zhao Lingxi was dragged away unconsciously by Song Yuwen, but there was a feeling of uneasiness in her heart.Looking up at Cheng Huaiqing's direction, he and several other main actors were still surrounded by the director, discussing something, with long-lost smiles on their faces.

Pushing open the door of the private room, the inside was indeed as lively as Song Yuwen said.

What catches the eye is the crystal chandelier hanging high on the ceiling, which is carved into a delicate lotus shape and emits a soft light.The interior decoration of the box looks very elegant, with a strong classical atmosphere.

"Go in." Screenwriter Zhang pulled Zhao Lingxi inadvertently, then turned around and greeted everyone sitting with a smile.

Zhao Lingxi looked around, seeing faces she had seen in the crew, and then she felt relieved, and slowly walked into the box with graceful steps.

While Zhao Lingxi was looking at the surrounding environment, everyone in the box was also looking at Zhao Lingxi, who had come here quietly.

A simple and slim plaid skirt set off her beautiful figure. In this kind of occasion, she neither looked ostentatious nor obtrusive.

Among a group of handymen, Zhao Lingxi was undoubtedly conspicuous. Even if she only applied a little makeup, she overshadowed the other women as soon as she entered the box.

Song Yuwen watched with satisfaction the jealous gleam in the eyes of the girls, pushed Zhao Lingxi from behind, and pressed her on a single sofa.

"Come on, Ms. Zhao, try this." Screenwriter Zhang deliberately sat next to Zhao Lingxi. He was not too fat and just filled the empty space of the sofa, and his round butt just pressed the corner of Zhao Lingxi's skirt.

Passionately skewered the watermelon in the fruit plate in front of him with a toothpick, and handed it to Zhao Lingxi's mouth.

Zhao Lingxi frowned slightly, moved her body slightly, and wanted to get up, only to find that the corner of her skirt was being held down by screenwriter Zhang.Helpless, he could only move his body a little, keeping a distance from screenwriter Zhang.

Zhao Lingxi looked at the beautiful watermelon in front of her eyes, and then at the big hand of screenwriter Zhang on her mouth. She frowned slightly, but with so many people watching, she couldn't refute screenwriter Zhang's face. Reluctantly, he opened his small cherry mouth and put the piece of watermelon in his mouth.

"Okay!" Seeing that Zhao Lingxi ate the watermelon fed by screenwriter Zhang, everyone couldn't help applauding happily. For a moment, ambiguous eyes flew everywhere.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Zhao Lingxi frowned almost invisibly. She didn't remember that she had such a good popularity.

"Miss Zhao, come, I offer you a toast for our upcoming cooperation." While Zhao Lingxi was still thinking, screenwriter Zhang had already filled a glass of wine and handed it to her: "Come and taste, this is 82 The Lafite of the year is very rare."

After finishing speaking, he smiled mysteriously at Zhao Lingxi, "Not even on the dining table outside."

There was none on the dining table outside, Zhao Lingxi grasped this sentence vigilantly, and the alarm bells rang in his heart.She didn't think that the group of people in the room could drink the 82-year-old Lafite.

"Come on." Screenwriter Zhang looked at Zhao Lingxi's hesitation, and said, "Grape wine luminous glass, this wine is just right for a beauty."

Although Zhao Lingxi doesn't understand wine, but looking at the purple-red liquid in the transparent glass in front of her, she also knows that the wine is expensive. However, looking at the malicious eyes of everyone, she always feels that there is something bad about it. something happens.

He gracefully took the wine glass, sniffed it lightly in front of his nose, and a strong fragrance came to his nostrils.

Zhao Lingxi smiled decently at Screenwriter Zhang, "Screenwriter Zhang's heart is appreciated by Ling Xi, but Ling Xi is too strong to drink, and he just drank a glass outside, so it's better to smell the aroma now, so don't spoil this good wine gone."

"Even literati like Ms. Zhao say they are ruining fine wine, so don't we vulgar people deserve to drink it?" Song Yuwen followed Zhao Lingxi's words and continued.A seemingly random sentence suddenly pushed Zhao Lingxi to the forefront.

As soon as Song Yuwen finished speaking, Zhao Lingxi felt dissatisfied eyes shoot at her one after another.