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

Zhao Lingxi glanced at the obvious large stain on the dress, and frowned. Listening to Song Yuwen's words, she always felt that there was some conspiracy waiting for her.

"I……"

Before Zhao Lingxi finished speaking, Song Yuwen took her arm, with a delicate smile on her face, and said affectionately: "Oh, we are all from the same company, so don't be polite to me."

After finishing speaking, he nodded and smiled at the people around him, and pulled Zhao Lingxi outside.

Seeing that Zhao Lingxi hesitated, she whispered in Zhao Lingxi's ear and said, "The banquet has just begun, don't you want to dress like this to embarrass Huai Qing?"
When she said this, there was still a delicate smile on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes: ""

Listening to Song Yuwen's words, Zhao Lingxi didn't know how to refuse, so she could only be half dragged and dragged to the dressing room by Song Yuwen.

Seeing the clothes Song Yuwen took out from her bag, Zhao Lingxi's eyes flashed with clarity.

His face changed, and he said in a cold voice, "Manager Song is really calculating."

"What?" Song Yuwen held the dress by the shoulders with both hands, shook the dress, and said pretending to be innocent: "What am I planning?"

As he said, he stuffed the dress into Wutong's hands: "Try it quickly? See if it fits you well?"
Holding the dress in his hand, Wutong looked at Song Yuwen with a hesitant look on his face.

Seeing this, Song Yuwen's displeasure flashed across her face: "I said Assistant Zhao, what's wrong with you? I kindly brought you a replacement dress, but you think I'm hurting you"!
As she spoke, she turned around and walked out of the changing room. When she followed others out, her voice floated in: "Whether you want to change or not, anyway, it's not mine who lost it"!
After leaving this sentence, the sound of high heels drifting away came from Zhao Lingxi's ears.

Zhao Lingxi looked at the dress that Song Yuwen forced her in his hand, and wanted to stay in the dressing room and not go out.

However, God did not wish.

"Is there anyone inside? I want to change clothes, can you open the door for me?" While Zhao Lingxi was still struggling, a soft female voice came in through the closed door.

"Oh, it will be ready soon." Zhao Lingxi shook the dress in her hand, and quickly replied.

The dress Song Yuwen gave her was very simple, and Zhao Lingxi quickly changed it.

When I opened the door, I saw a girl with a baby face in a yellow organza tutu dress, holding a white dress in her hand, standing anxiously at the door.

Zhao Lingxi glanced at the girl's skirt, which was still dripping with water. Without thinking about it, she smiled apologetically at the girl, picked up the clothes she had just changed, and walked outside.

"Wait, wait a minute." She had just turned around when the girl suddenly stopped her, "Sister, is your name Zhao Lingxi?"
There was some shyness in the girl's voice, Zhao Lingxi turned her head and smiled at her: "Yeah, what's the matter"?
"I, can I borrow some toilet paper from you?" When the girl said this, the shyness in her voice deepened, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhao Lingxi's face.

Zhao Lingxi smiled, seeing the girl's hesitation, what did she think it was?Looking at the girl's shy and timid expression, she couldn't help but wonder if the water drops on the girl's skirt were wet by accident.

Smiling softly, she took out a pack of handkerchiefs from her handbag, picked up the girl's little hand, and stuffed it into the girl's hand. Looking at the girl who still hadn't raised her head, she asked softly, "Is this pack enough?" Is it? If it’s not enough, I still have more.”

The girl still lowered her head, and quickly pulled out two sheets from the paper bag with her fingers!He handed it back to Zhao Lingxi, "I only need two, thank you, Sister Lingxi."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head, gave Zhao Lingxi a harmless smile, blushed, and quickly got into the dressing room, closing the door of the dressing room.

Zhao Lingxi thought that the girl was still shy because of asking her to borrow paper, so she shook her head with a smile, and stuffed the remaining half pack of handkerchief paper back into her handbag.

After hesitating about the episode just now, her bad mood because of Song Yuwen's incident also improved a lot.

Stepping gracefully, she walked into the hall again. Seeing that Cheng Huaiqing was still surrounded by a group of rich ladies, with a helpless smile on her face, she couldn't help showing a wry smile on her face. She deliberately avoided people's eyes, trying to find a Sitting in the corner, waiting for the banquet to end.

However, the ideal is full and the reality is very skinny.

Her thoughts fell through when she had just entered the hall, before she reached two steps.

She suddenly heard a female voice from behind: "Huh? Look, isn't that Zhao Lingxi?"
Immediately afterwards, she felt eyes from everywhere shooting towards her, she unconsciously pulled down her skirt, and continued to walk towards the position behind the curtain.

As she walked, Cheng Huaiqing's eyes followed her figure all the time, his face was as dark as it was before a storm in June, almost dripping water.

Zhao Lingxi felt the eyes that were staring at her tightly all the time, pursed her lips, and knew who that gaze was without looking. She lowered her head and moved her feet even faster.

Suddenly, a pair of black thick-heeled shoes with exposed insteps appeared in front of her eyes. Before Zhao Lingxi had time to think about who owned those high-heeled shoes, a familiar voice reached her ears.

"You are Huaiqing's fiancée, Miss Zhao Lingxi, right?"
Cheng's mother grabbed Zhao Lingxi's way and said pretending not to know each other, but the word "fiancee" was almost said through gritted teeth.

Ye Zhiling who was on the side saw Cheng's mother say that Zhao Lingxi was Cheng Huaiqing's fiancée, her face darkened, her little hands were tightly grasped on the sofa, and her nails dug into the cloth of the sofa without knowing it.

"En." Zhao Lingxi hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and instead of picking up Cheng's mother, she called out politely: "Hello, Auntie."

Mother Cheng's eyes looked like X-rays. She scanned Zhao Lingxi's body and asked, "I don't know, which family is Miss Zhao from? Are your parents here?"

Zhao Lingxi's eyes flickered, looked at Cheng's mother's disdainful eyes, and replied respectfully: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I came with Huaiqing, not a lady from any family."

As soon as Zhao Lingxi's voice fell, the contempt in the eyes looking at her from all around deepened.

When she came in just now, the amazement and envy in their eyes had all turned into disdain. Even the men who looked at her in astonishment when she came in, after hearing what she said, there was more in their eyes. ponder.

"Oh, Editor Zhao, why are you here?" Seeing everyone's reaction, Ye Zhiling had a smug smile on her face. She was stepping on [-]cm pink high heels, and a pink princess dress swayed as she walked. In a flash.

As if just seeing Zhao Lingxi, "I said why did you suddenly resign from me? It turns out that it is..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her eyes kept ambiguously sweeping Zhao Lingxi and Cheng Huaiqing back and forth, the taste in her eyes was self-evident.

Seeing the disdainful eyes of the daughters around her, Zhao Lingxi's face twitched, and she took a look at Cheng's mother and Ye Zhiling who looked smug. These people really should enter the film and television industry.

Raising his head, he glanced at Cheng Huaiqing, who was surrounded by his daughters, with a displeased face, "I..."

Before she could speak, suddenly, a shrill voice came into her ears, "Look, Zhao Lingxi's dress is actually a high imitation of Ms. Xu's dress."

"Yeah! How shameless!" Another slightly honest voice took over the voice just now, "It's fine if you don't have the money to wear genuine ones, and..." The woman didn't finish her sentence, her eyes were fixed on Zhao Lingxi, who was so short that she almost wanted to wear it. The irregular skirt of the leggings was exposed.

Fortunately, Zhao Lingxi wore a pair of white leggings inside the dress today, otherwise, the dress would almost reveal the shorts inside.

"Huh?" Zhao Lingxi softly let out a doubtful voice that only she could hear, and turned her head away. Suddenly, her eyes darkened: Isn't this the shy girl I saw in the dressing room just now?
The girl was wearing a plain white off-the-shoulder dress with a sling on the right shoulder, embroidered with exquisite patterns, and underneath was a knee-length irregular skirt. When she walked, the skirt followed the wind Fluttering, matched with her tight baby face, she looks a bit fairy-like.

After looking at the dress on her body, look at this one on Zhao Lingxi. The shoulder straps are on the left side. The one on Ms. Xu's body is about [-] or [-] centimeters shorter after the skirt is finished. The white leggings are faintly visible. .

Although wearing it on Zhao Lingxi's body perfectly set off her beautiful figure, but all the ladies present here are well versed in the way of clothing brands, and it can be seen at a glance that this one on Zhao Lingxi's body Pieces are imitations.

The people present seemed to have selectively lost their memory, ignoring the episode where Song Yuwen lent a dress to Zhao Lingxi just now, and looked at Zhao Lingxi with their nostrils upturned.

Seeing everyone looking at Zhao Lingxi like this, Mother Cheng's face turned green with anger, and she gave Zhao Lingxi a hard look, "Shameless woman", after she finished speaking, she turned and left without even wanting to look at Zhao Lingxi again.

When Ye Zhiling saw Cheng's mother's movements, she hurried forward obediently, supported Cheng's mother, and her tall body bent slightly, showing that she was different from the other daughters present.

Seeing Ye Zhiling's actions, those daughters gritted their teeth in hatred, hating why they didn't seize this opportunity just now.

Only Song Yuwen sat down in a corner by herself, picked up a glass of champagne, gently put it to her mouth, took a small sip gracefully, and looked at Zhao Lingxi's predicament with a calculated face.

Cheng Huaixu got out of nowhere, and patted Song Yuwen's bare shoulders, "All the performers present, but you, you are at your leisure."

Song Yuwen listened to Cheng Huaixu's words, a smug smile flashed in her eyes, and she raised the cup in her hand to Cheng Huaixu.

Cheng Huaixu also had a calculating smile on his face, he bent down slightly, and lightly touched the cup in Song Yuwen's hand with the cup in his hand, "for our respective purposes".

"boom……"