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

When Cheng Huaiqing came out of the shower, Zhao Lingxi had already fallen asleep, her small body nestled on the water-blue bed, her brows were slightly frowned, and the swelling on the left half of her face had subsided a little.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi's swollen half of his face, and gently stroked it with his big hand.

Zhao Lingxi felt the icy temperature on his face, so he snorted comfortably, and arched his body towards Cheng Huaiqing's side, his palms itching against his small face.

"You annoying little goblin."

A dark light flashed in Cheng Huaiqing's eyes.

Withdrawing the hand attached to Zhao Lingxi's face, seeing the redness and swelling on her face, she took a few deep breaths, and then suppressed the desire in her heart a little.

Turn off the light, hold Zhao Lingxi in my arms, and sleep soundly all night.

However, when they sleep well, not all of them can sleep well.

When Cheng Huaiqing called, Ye Zhiling was in a spa at a high-end beauty club. When the phone was hung up, she threw the phone far away in resentment, and ran out wearing slippers from the beauty salon, regardless of the mask still on her face go.

The beauticians here listened to her low-pitched look just now, maybe they would laugh at her in their hearts?

While crying, he ran out of the beauty salon.

There were people coming and going on the street, and the cool wind was blowing on Ye Zhiling's body. Ye Zhiling was wearing slippers from a beauty salon, walking on the street with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

Looking at the talking and laughing couples coming and going on this street, a malicious light flashed in her eyes.

Walking aimlessly on the street until the cool wind dried all the tears on her face.

Her mind was a little clearer.

When she was about to call her mother, she realized that she had thrown her phone in the beauty salon when she just came out.

With a wrinkled face, looking at the indifferent city under the night, suddenly, there was an urgent ringing on the watch.

She looked and saw the words "Aunt Cheng" displayed on the small screen of the watch.

She immediately pressed the answer button on the watch.

Cheng's mother's slightly joyful voice came from inside: "Zhiling, did Huaiqing call you today?"
Listening to Cheng's mother's caring voice, Ye Zhiling's tears once again fell down like broken beads.

"Zhiling, what's the matter?" Cheng's mother's eager voice came from the watch.

Ye Zhiling really wanted to yell at her watch, but she remembered that her mother had warned her to maintain a good image in front of Cheng's parents and Cheng's mother.

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm down his state of mind, he began to tell Cheng's mother what happened tonight.

The words are all condemnation of Zhao Lingxi, but for Cheng Huaiqing, they are more of defense.

When Cheng's mother heard Ye Zhiling's words, she quickly comforted Ye Zhiling, and hurriedly sent a car to take Ye Zhiling home.

It comforted me all night.

My heart was full of dissatisfaction with Cheng Huaiqing.

When Zhao Lingxi woke up the next day, it was just dawn.

Zhao Lingxi, who was full of sleep, rolled over in Cheng Huaiqing's arms, and looked at Cheng Huaiqing in front of him through the faint sunlight.

It's been a long time since I looked at him so closely.

I have to say that Cheng Huaiqing is very handsome.

The facial features are sharp and angular, and the high nose bridge makes him look very heroic. The skin is so fair that almost no pores can be seen.

Zhao Lingxi looked at Cheng Huaiqing's eyes were still tightly closed, and the slender eyelashes gently covered the eyes and face, like two small fans.

Zhao Lingxi thought about the need to apply mascara every day and did not have Cheng Huaiqing's long eyelashes, and felt aggrieved, so she stretched out her little hand unconsciously.

Cheng Huaiqing actually woke up when Zhao Lingxi turned over, but, feeling Zhao Lingxi's scrutiny, he kept his eyes tightly closed, wanting to see what she was going to do.

When Zhao Lingxi's little hand reached out, a smirk curled up at the corner of his mouth, his big hand grabbed Zhao Lingxi's little hand that was about to cover his face, and gently moved it aside, "If you want to see me, just look at it openly, I Approved".

Zhao Lingxi didn't expect her petty movements to be caught, and her small face instantly turned red like a ripe apple in autumn, struggling to pull her hand out.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Zhao Lingxi's suddenly blushing little face, and gently rubbed the diamond ring on her ring finger with his big hand. There was a smug smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "You're so good."

"Huh?" Zhao Lingxi looked at him inexplicably as he listened to his rambling words.

Cheng Huaiqing didn't mean to explain at all, let go of her big hand, pecked lightly on her forehead, and said in a good mood: "You sleep a little longer, I have to go back to the set later." .

With that said, he sat up.

"Wait a minute, I'll make you breakfast." Zhao Lingxi sat up with him, turned over, and was about to get up.

Accidentally forgot about the still swollen left cheek, and rubbed her cheek against the bed. She took a deep breath in pain, and frowned again.

"What's wrong?" When Cheng Huaiqing heard Zhao Lingxi's gasp, he quickly turned around and looked at her with concern.

Compared with yesterday, the redness and swelling on her face had subsided a lot, but the scar on her face looked even more ferocious.

Cheng Huaiqing's eyes tightened, he hugged Zhao Lingxi's shoulders with his big hands, and straightened her body, his eyes were full of distress: "Why are you so careless"?
"It's okay." Zhao Lingxi sat up straight, glanced at Cheng Huaiqing, "Go and wash first, I'll change my clothes and rescue me."

"Um".Cheng Huaiqing glanced at Zhao Lingxi's face again, turned around and walked out.

Zhao Lingxi quickly changed her clothes, and when she entered the kitchen, she realized that Cheng Huaiqing had made a small kitchen like a battlefield, with pots and pans everywhere.

Zhao Lingxi shook his head helplessly, leaving aside the mess for now, and made Cheng Huaiqing a sumptuous breakfast.

A very harmonious breakfast was eaten, and after watching Cheng Huaiqing go out, she turned around and prepared to tidy up the room.

"Huh?" When Zhao Lingxi went back to the kitchen to pack things, she realized that many of the bowls and plates in the cupboard had gaps.

Zhao Lingxi shook her head in the room, thinking about the inconspicuous dinner Cheng Huaiqing cooked last night, and secretly decided in her heart that Cheng Huaiqing must not be allowed to enter the kitchen again.

After tidying up everything, Zhao Lingxi suddenly had the idea of ​​going around the community and buying a new set of porcelain.

The sun outside was very bright, and beams of light fell on the music fountain in the community, covering the jumping water splash with a colorful neon dress.

Zhao Lingxi stretched her forehead greatly. She has lived here for so long, and she hasn't come in time to take a good look around the community.

Touching the redness and swelling on his face, it was no longer as hot and painful as yesterday.

The corner of Zhao Lingxi's mouth raised a smile, facing the light, this smile looked very bright.

Zhao Lingxi was walking alone in the community. Along the way, she was surprised to find that she met so many people who could only be seen on TV.

There are important officials from the government, as well as some big-name celebrities. Zhao Lingxi gently moved the corner of her mouth. It seems that she has walked into a gathering place of high-class people.

In this place where rich people gather, Zhao Lingxi, who is dressed in a light luxury brand, is quite eye-catching.

Especially the scar on her face is even more eye-catching.

Zhao Lingxi lowered her head indifferently and continued walking, silently rejoicing in her heart that she was not a celebrity.

However, the disdainful eyes of the people around made Zhao Lingxi lose her mood for strolling around the neighborhood in an instant. When she was about to go back, the words "Porcelain Gallery" not far away appeared in her eyes impressively.

Zhao Lingxi thought, since they are all here, let's buy something to take back.He stopped caring about the eyes of the people around him and walked into the porcelain corridor.

The storefront of Porcelain Gallery is decorated with a sense of art, as if it is an art exhibition. Porcelain is neatly arranged on carved wooden shelves, and each set of porcelain is introduced in Chinese and English.

Zhao Lingxi walked around inside, this shouldn't be a place that sells bowls for dinner, right?
However, soon a waiter wearing a white shirt and a black skirt came forward with a smile on his face, and asked softly, "Miss, do you need me to introduce you? What do you want?"

"Let me... have a look." Zhao Lingxi lacked confidence, this place was clearly a work of art in her opinion.

The waiter took a look at Zhao Lingxi's attire, and still enthusiastically introduced her, and said along with her attire, "Miss, you seem to be a relatively low-key person, why don't you take a look at this set of blue and white porcelain?"

As he said that, he reached out and picked up a small porcelain bowl from the shelf, and put it in front of Zhao Lingxi: "Look, this is made by Mr. Wang Youliang, a master of porcelain in our country. The color is crystal clear, low-key and luxurious. A woman of your class."

"A woman with good taste?" Zhao Lingxi twitched the corners of her mouth, but she didn't ignore it. When she entered the door just now, the waiter here looked at her.

Seeing that she was silent, the waiter gently put the porcelain bowl in his hand aside, pointed to another set of light pink porcelain, and said, "Why don't you look at this? This butterfly love flower is from the same porcelain master. Wang Youliang's hand, but the difference between this one and that one is..."

"..."

Zhao Lingxi twitched the corners of her mouth when she heard the waiter talking endlessly. She really wanted to say that she was just here to buy a set of tableware.

Just as he was about to find an excuse to leave, he heard a contemptuous and mocking voice, "So I read it right just now, it's really you, Zhao Lingxi."

She raised her eyes, and saw Xiaowei standing beside a black wooden frame, her feminine face was full of contempt, and her long and narrow eyes looked at her coldly.

Zhao Lingxi glanced at Xiaowei, and said, "This beauty, do we know each other?"
She really didn't want to have anything to do with this kind of person, so she walked around Xiaowei's body and walked outside.

Seeing that Zhao Lingxi ignored her, Xiao Wei said in a sharp voice, "Miss Zhao, you are such a noble person who forgets things. Why, we just talked about it a while ago. I saw it at our company's banquet, so you just forgot about me?"

When Zhao Lingxi walked over, the waiter saw that the person at the door was Xiaowei.

Listening to Xiaowei's emphasis on the words "the nobleman forgets things more", she couldn't help but look at Zhao Lingxi with bright eyes, thinking that she had found a big customer, she didn't pay attention to the sarcasm in Xiaowei's tone.

"Really?" Zhao Lingxi turned her head and glanced at Xiao Wei who had a gloomy face, "I'm sorry, although I'm not a noble person, I don't always remember people who are not important."