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

However, the old man's gaze was fixed on the left half of Zhao Lingxi's face, and he had no intention of explaining to her.

Sitting in the ward for a while, and having lunch with the old man, Zhao Lingxi felt much lighter.

When she walked out of the old man's ward, she took out the small makeup mirror and looked at it.

The eyes that had just cried were slightly red and swollen.And her swollen left half of the face also looked a little obvious because of the tears she had just shed.

Originally, he planned to visit Liu Minrong after leaving the old man's ward.

However, looking at her own face in the mirror, Zhao Lingxi shook her head helplessly, and decided not to go today. The province's mother should be worried again when she saw her like this.

When I walked out of the hospital, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

There were not many pedestrians outside, and the weather was still as gloomy as in the morning, and it felt like it might rain at any time.

Walking to the bus stop, Zhao Lingxi kept thinking about what the old man said just now: "What is yours is always yours, and it will not change because of your identity."

There was a flash of thought in his eyes, could it really be hers?
Before Zhao Lingxi struggled to come up with an answer, the No. 44 bus stopped in front of her. The conductor looked at Zhao Lingxi who was standing there in a daze, and couldn't help but yelled:

"Do you want to take a car? If you want to take a car, hurry up."

"Oh." Zhao Lingxi raised her head and saw the bus parked in front of her, she replied dumbly and then walked to the bus.

"Insert coins!" The conductor looked at Zhao Lingxi, got into the car and walked straight to the back of the car. He didn't intend to insert coins, so he couldn't help but frowned and said loudly.

"I paid for this lady's car."Zhao Lingxi heard the conductor's voice, turned around, and was about to go back to insert coins, but a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

"It's you?" Zhao Lingxi frowned slightly as she looked at the smiling man walking towards her.

The man looked at Zhao Lingxi with a smile on his face, but from the eyes of other people in the carriage, his smile seemed to be pampering him.

The man was handsome in the first place, coupled with the charming smile on his face, the women in the carriage couldn't help but stare, their eyes were fascinated, and they all wanted to put their eyes on the man.

The man has long been used to this kind of obsessive gaze, without even looking at it, he strode up to Zhao Lingxi who was staring at her in a daze.

A wicked smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he snapped his fingers resoundingly in front of Zhao Lingxi's eyes: "Although I'm handsome, you don't have to look at me so obsessively."

As he spoke, he rubbed his pointed chin with his right hand.

The other women in the carriage couldn't help screaming when they saw the man's movements.

But watching the man walking straight towards Zhao Lingxi, he still smiled at her, and looked at Zhao Lingxi with jealous eyes, wishing to immediately throw Zhao Lingxi out of the car and replace him himself.

Zhao Lingxi was turned around by the man's snapping fingers. Hearing the man's narcissistic words, she couldn't help but roll her eyes in her heart.

However, when she noticed so many unkind eyes staring at her, the corners of her mouth twitched and she asked, "Excuse me..."

"Hello, Ms. Zhao, my name is Zhang Zihong. It's a great honor to meet you again." The man said politely, but looked at the simple carriage with his eyes.

He just came out of the company and happened to see Zhao Lingxi who was waiting for the bus at the bus stop, so he threw the car to the driver and followed Zhao Lingxi on the bus.

Zhao Lingxi never thought about why someone like him appeared on the bus.

She smiled faintly at him, as a greeting, then turned her head and walked towards the empty seat behind the bus.

The man in front of her made her instinctively feel the danger.

Seeing Zhao Lingxi avoiding him, Zhang Zihong lightly poked the bridge of his nose with his index finger, and followed behind Zhao Lingxi.

Coincidentally, the remaining empty seats in the carriage were for two persons, Zhao Lingxi smiled helplessly, and found a seat by the window to sit down.

Turn your face out of the window, pretending to be looking at the scenery.

"What's so interesting about this kind of foggy sky?" Zhang Zihong didn't seem to notice that Zhao Lingxi didn't want to see him, so he went straight to the empty seat beside Zhao Lingxi and sat down, and said leisurely.

"As long as there is bright sunshine in your heart, it will be sunny everywhere." Zhao Lingxi didn't want to talk to Zhang Zihong, and didn't even turn her head, as if she was talking to herself.

"But, why can't I see the sun from your face?" Zhang Zihong almost remembered that he just saw Zhao Lingxi's eyes, as if he had just cried.

"Really?" Zhao Lingxi turned her head now, "I'm afraid you are worrying too much?"
"Oh?" Zhang Zihong looked at Zhao Lingxi in front of him, feeling more and more interested in her.

"Huh?" After a short silence, Zhang Zihong seemed to suddenly recall something, "Aren't you Huaiqing's fiancée? How could he let you take the bus?"
As soon as Zhang Zihong mentioned Cheng Huaiqing, Zhao Lingxi's voice turned cold instantly: "Our business doesn't seem to have anything to do with Mr. Zhang, does it?"
After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at Zhang Zihong's inquisitive face, and turned his head to look out the window.

A girl who had been staring at Zhang Zhihong in the carriage had been comparing him with her idol Cheng Huaiqing in her heart when Zhang Zihong appeared, but now she heard him mention the word "Huaiqing" and looked at the two of them. His eyes couldn't help but explore a little more.

As far as she knew, Cheng Huaiqing announced his engagement just last night, and his fiancée's name was Zhao Lingxi, while the man named Zhang Zihong just now called the woman next to him Miss Zhao.

Thinking of this, she stretched her neck and looked at Zhao Lingxi probing.

Seeing that Zhao Lingxi really didn't want to talk to him, Zhang Zihong stroked his chin with his slender fingers, but kept staring at her.

The air suddenly quieted down.

In the hospital, after watching Zhao Lingxi leave, the old man took out his cell phone that he hadn't used for a long time, and made a call.

I explained some things to the phone, and after I hung up the phone, I no longer had any interest in reading the newspaper.

After a little movement, he felt that there was nothing wrong with his body, so he put on his slippers and went out for a walk.

He remembered that Zhao Lingxi said that her mother also lived in this hospital.

According to the room number Zhao Lingxi said, the old man walked slowly to the door of that place.

Through the glass door, he saw the slightly fat woman in the ward, lying quietly on the bed, taking a nap.

He stood at the door for a while, and when he was about to turn around, Liu Minrong who was on the hospital bed suddenly turned over.

A slightly familiar face appeared in his pupils.

The old man patted his head, and you didn't realize where you had seen Liu Minrong, so you wandered towards other parts of the hospital.

To be with Zhang Zihong, for Zhao Lingxi, it was simply a torment.

To Zhao Lingxi, a journey of four to ten minutes is no different than half a day.

When the car arrived at the stop, Zhao Lingxi rushed out of the car without even looking at Zhang Zihong who was sitting next to him, and ran back as if fleeing.

Suddenly, a black Porsche appeared beside her.

Cheng Huaiqing watched Zhao Lingxi running, and instinctively felt that she was running away from something.

Putting the car in front of Zhao Lingxi, rolled down the window: "What are you doing?" There was a little coldness in the voice.

Zhao Lingxi looked at Cheng Huaiqing who was standing in front of him, and looked back, seeing that Zhang Zihong hadn't followed, she was relieved.

"I went to the hospital to see my mother today."

"Get in the car." Cheng Huaiqing glanced at Zhao Lingxi suspiciously, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"Oh." Zhao Lingxi nodded, and went to pull the car door.

"Sit here." Cheng Huaiqing saw that Zhao Lingxi was about to sit in the back of the car, his eyes flashed with displeasure, and he patted the passenger seat.

"Oh." Zhao Lingxi didn't know why Cheng Huaiqing was upset again, and he didn't refute him, obediently walked around the car and walked to the passenger seat.

"Did you do something to apologize to me?" Wu Tong just got into the car and was buckling up the seat belt with her hands, when Cheng Huaiqing's displeased voice came to her ears.

The hand that was fastening the seat belt suddenly froze, and looked at Cheng Huaiqing inexplicably, "I just went to the hospital to see my mother, and this is something I'm sorry for you"?
"Why are you sitting in the back row?"

"I," Zhao Lingxi took a deep breath, "I'm closer to that side."

"Then what were you running just now?" Cheng Huaiqing put his hands on the steering wheel and looked into Zhao Lingxi's eyes.

"It's nothing." Looking at Cheng Huaiqing's expressionless eyes, he tried his best not to rub the corner of his clothes with his hands: "I just got out of the car and just wanted to run."

"Really?" Cheng Huaiqing's eyes glanced at the nude high-heeled shoes on Zhao Lingxi's face, "Running in high-heeled shoes is too bad for you..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around, without giving Zhao Lingxi a chance to explain, he stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and the car drove quickly on the road.

Before Zhao Lingxi could react, Cheng Huaiqing suddenly turned the steering wheel quickly, and the car body drifted. Zhao Lingxi instinctively looked for something he could grab.

Soon, before Zhao Lingxi's little hand caught the real object, the car stopped firmly in front of the door.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Cheng Huaiqing walked as if walking out of the car, and heard the sound of the car door closing with a "bang", Zhao Lingxi stared blankly at the closed car door.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Do you want me to hug you out of the car?" When Zhao Lingxi was still in a trance, Cheng Huaiqing's displeased voice entered his ears again.

"Oh." Zhao Lingxi quickly unbuckled his seat belt and followed behind him.

Back in the apartment, Cheng Huaiqing's body was still shrouded in a cold aura, Zhao Lingxi didn't know why.

I had no choice but to quietly pack up my things and cook, for fear of offending him.

"Zhao Lingxi..."

Zhao Lingxi was carefully cutting potato shreds in the kitchen, when Cheng Huaiqing's voice suddenly came over, her body couldn't help trembling, half of her fingernail broke off on the chopping board...