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

The voice was sharp and piercing. It was obvious that Cheng's mother was extremely angry.

"What's the matter?" Hearing the roar from the microphone, Cheng Huaiqing regained consciousness a little, and silently put the phone away.

"Are you sure you're engaged to that woman?" On the other end of the phone, Cheng's mother's voice was still full of anger.

"En." Cheng Huaiqing responded indifferently, "I'm already an adult, don't I even have the right to decide who I like?"
When Cheng's mother heard Cheng Huaiqing's words, her blood surged instantly, and she said bitterly, "Your so-called fiancée is only with you for your money."

"She is my woman, even if I use money to keep her, I don't care. Besides, she is not that kind of person at all."

"Hey, what's not that kind of person, that kind of woman, I've seen a lot, I think back then, how many women like her tried their best to climb into your father's bed, let me tell you, as long as I'm with you one day, that Women don't want to enter our Cheng family's door!"
"Mom, we're not children anymore, can we stop talking about Cheng Cheng's house?" Cheng Huaiqing heard Cheng's mother's words, a look of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and his voice became a little cold.

"Okay, okay, okay..." On the other end of the phone, Cheng's mother said "Okay" repeatedly, "Your wings are stiff, I can't control you anymore, right?"
Without waiting for Cheng Huaiqing to answer, she continued: "There is a banquet at the Pepsi Le Hotel tomorrow night, you'd better come over, if I don't see you then, don't blame me for being rude to that woman"!
After Cheng's mother finished speaking, she hung up the phone without giving Cheng Huaiqing a chance to refuse.

"Beep beep..." There was only a blind voice in the microphone, Cheng Huaiqing threw the phone angrily and threw it on the bed.

Turning his head, seeing that Zhao Lingxi was still in a restless sleep, he stretched his brows a little, stretched out his hand and gently smoothed the wrinkles on Zhao Lingxi's forehead.

The left half of Zhao Lingxi's face had swelled a lot, but it was still flushed red.

The big hand moved along the forehead to her cheek, inadvertently, the eyes were full of tenderness, even he didn't realize it.

Zhao Lingxi slept very deeply this time, and when she woke up, it was already 09:30 in the morning.

Glancing at the cold half of the bed beside him, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the note on the bedside table:

"Today, the crew has a temporary shooting task. I'm going back to the crew. Come back tonight and wait for me."

The sharp handwriting showed Cheng Huaiqing's unruly personality, Zhao Lingxi casually put the note back on the bedside table and sat up.

Thinking that she hadn't visited her mother and the old man in the hospital for many days, Zhao Lingxi took a bath, looked at herself in the makeup mirror, her left half of face was still a little red and swollen.

She put on a thick concealer and fluffed up her short hair to cover part of her face, which made the faces on both sides look a little more symmetrical.

After putting on her makeup, she took out a piece of bread from the refrigerator, ate a few mouthfuls, and put a pack of unpacked cat food in front of the kitten before going out.

As soon as he went out, Zhao Lingxi realized that today was cloudy, the sky was gray, and it looked very depressing.

He turned around and walked into the house, took an umbrella, and took a taxi to the hospital.

As soon as he entered the hospital, Zhao Lingxi began to look around to see if there was anyone else arranged by Cheng Huaixian.

The doctors and nurses in white coats coming and going were swaying in front of her eyes. Zhao Lingxi didn't see any suspicious faces and took a deep breath.

Taking out the makeup mirror from her handbag, she took a look at her face, making sure she couldn't see the redness and swelling on the left side of her face, and then walked into Liu Minrong's ward.

When she entered the ward, the nurse had just given Liu Minrong an injection and was walking out.

Zhao Lingxi pulled the nurse who came out, and asked her softly about Liu Minrong's condition. Knowing that everything was fine with Liu Minrong, she couldn't help asking: "When will my mother be discharged from the hospital?"
When the little nurse heard Zhao Lingxi's question, her eyes flickered, but her eyes quickly returned to normal, and she lowered her head slightly, "I'm sorry, miss, I'm not very clear about this, you can go to the front desk and ask the consultation department."

I pushed the cart in my hand last night and left.

Zhao Lingxi looked at the back of the little nurse, the twinkle in her eyes just now did not escape her eyes.

It seemed that she still couldn't take Liu Minrong back.

There was a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her mouth, she didn't know when she became so valuable that the Cheng family even put her mother under house arrest in disguise to control her.

Through the glass door of the ward, Zhao Lingxi saw Liu Minrong lying on the bed in the advanced ward, sleeping peacefully.

After a few glances, Zhao Lingxi turned and left without waking her up.

After not walking far, they arrived at the door of the old man's ward.The old man seemed to be in good spirits, and he was reading with relish a morning newspaper. He didn't even seem to know that Zhao Lingxi had entered the ward.

Zhao Lingxi saw that the old man was reading the newspaper, so he randomly found a seat on the sofa and sat down, watching quietly.

After a while, the old man seemed to have finished reading an article, and when he reached for the tea on the bedside table, he saw Zhao Lingxi.

"Girl, are you here?" Upon seeing Mr. Zhao Lingxi, he hurriedly put down the newspaper in his hand, smiling like a chrysanthemum blooming in autumn on his wrinkled face.

"Yeah." Zhao Lingxi looked at the energetic old man, nodded with a smile, then moved a stool, walked to his bed and sat down, with an apology on his face: "I'm sorry, Uncle, I've been very busy these days, and I haven't found time to see you."

When the old man heard Zhao Lingxi's words, the chrysanthemums blooming on his face became even more brilliant. He looked at Zhao Lingxi kindly, "I know which of you young people is not busy now. If you have this kind of thought, I will be satisfied, old man." .

A look of sadness suddenly flashed across his old face, and he sighed heavily: "Oh, I don't know what my son is doing now, and that dead boy doesn't know to come back to see his old man."

Zhao Lingxi could see that when the old man said this, although he was scolding his son in his tone, the love for his son could be seen at a glance.

Gently patted the old man's big hands covered with age spots, and said with a smile: "A good man has ambitions everywhere. Didn't you just say that, young people nowadays need to work hard."

Hearing Zhao Lingxi's words, the old man's expression eased up a lot. He glanced at Zhao Lingxi and said, "Yeah, it's not easy for that kid to write pinyin alone, and I don't know if there is anyone around who knows the cold and the hot."

As he said that, he looked at Zhao Lingxi with bright eyes: "Girl, do you have a family now?"
"Me?" Zhao Lingxi didn't know how the old man brought the topic to her, moved his lips, not knowing how to answer the old man's words.

"What's the matter?" The old man who has been in the shopping mall for so many years has already matured.Regarding Zhao Lingxi's slight emotional changes, his eyes flashed, and he asked gently.

"No, it's nothing." Zhao Lingxi heard the old man's question, and quickly put away the sad emotions just now, with a smile on his face, "It's just that the question you just asked was too sudden, which shocked me That's all."

When the old man saw Zhao Lingxi, he didn't want to say anything and didn't press her again. He just smiled and said, "What's so surprising? You're not a kid anymore."

Zhao Lingxi pursed her lips when she heard the old man's straightforward words, and frowned slightly when she accidentally involved the injury on her left cheek.

"What's the matter?" The old man looked at Zhao Lingxi with concern, and saw that the hair on her cheek had been slightly separated just now.

Only then did the old man see that the left half of Zhao Lingxi's face was obviously swollen. Although it had been delicately modified, it might not be able to hide it from the old man's eyes.

A dark light flashed in the old man's eyes.

Seeing the old man's eyes staring at the left side of her face, Zhao Lingxi thought in his heart that it seemed that he couldn't hide it, and said forcefully, "It's nothing, it's just that I accidentally bumped into it when I was working two days ago." .

The old man looked at Zhao Lingxi's twinkling eyes, and said softly, "Girl, you won't lie."

Seeing Zhao Lingxi's obviously changed expression after listening to her words, he asked kindly: "Is there anything you can't say to the old man?"
Zhao Lingxi listened to the old man's words, but did not answer, but lowered her eyelashes, unable to see the emotion in her eyes clearly.

The old man looked at Zhao Lingxi who was suddenly enveloped in sadness, patted Zhao Lingxi's shoulder with his big hand, and said comfortingly:

"If you have any unhappy things, just tell me the old man. Although the old man can't help you much, it will make you feel better when you tell it."

Listening to the old man's words, Zhao Lingxi felt that the old man was just like her father. This made Zhao Lingxi, who lacked fatherly love since childhood, feel damp in her heart.

When he raised his eyes, although the smile just now was still on his face, tears were rolling in his eyes.

"I..." Zhang Le opened her mouth, she didn't know how to start.

"It's okay, speak slowly." The old man continued to pat Zhao Lingxi's shoulder, and said persuasively.

Looking at the kind eyes of the old man, Zhao Lingxi felt that his heart seemed to be bewitched.

The smile on her face could no longer be maintained, and she selectively told the old man what happened during the period after she returned to China.

After she finished speaking, she looked at the old man with some horror, for fear that the old man would dislike her and think she was a little mistress.

The old man listened to Zhao Lingxi calmly narrate what happened to her during this period, and a trace of complexity flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Looking at Zhao Lingxi with a little distress, I didn't expect that the little girl in front of me who looked like she was in her early 20s could still maintain kindness despite carrying so much burden.

Holding Zhao Lingxi's somewhat cold little hand in his hand, the old but powerful big hand conveyed strength to Zhao Lingxi: "You should believe that what is yours is always yours, and nothing will change because of the difference in status."

"Huh?" Zhao Lingxi looked at the old man in astonishment, not quite understanding what the old man meant by saying this.