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

"What's the matter with me?" Cheng Huaiqing threw Zhao Lingxi on the sofa, covering Zhao Lingxi's body, black storms blew up in his dark brown eyes.

When Zhao Lingxi raised her head, she happened to meet Cheng Huaiqing's deep eyes, and was almost attracted by the whirlpool in his eyes.

The kitten was licking the place on the right leg where Cheng Huaiqing had kicked, whimpering.

"Are you quite capable?" Cheng Huaiqing pressed Zhao Lingxi under him, and said in a cold voice.

"Ability?" Wutong hooked the corners of her lips in a self-deprecating manner. It was a good banquet, but there were so many people who targeted her, she was capable enough.

Cheng Huaiqing saw that Wutong just smiled, but didn't speak, a dark light flashed in his eyes, "Do you need me to give you a hint?"
His voice still pierced Zhao Lingxi's heart coldly: "Miss Rose"!
Wu Tong listened to the four cold words that came out of his mouth: "Miss Rose," a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, did he still not trust her after all?

Twitching the corners of his mouth, "If you think so, then forget it."

Cheng Huaiqing originally wanted to test Wutong, but unexpectedly, Wutong was not even willing to explain, his face was so dark that water could almost drip.

Pressing Zhao Lingxi's bare shoulder with his right hand, he sneered, staring fixedly at Zhao Lingxi's eyes, "Are you acquiescing?"
Zhao Lingxi bit her lips tightly, with unyielding expression in her eyes: "Didn't you take my first time?"
"First time?" Cheng Huaiqing sneered, "That kind of cheap film..."

Zhao Lingxi looked at Cheng Huaiqing's thin and cool lips gently opening and closing, but spit out words that were so cold to the bottom of his heart, the fire of hope in his heart was instantly extinguished by a basin of cold water.

He asked in a cold voice: "Since you are so determined that I am a rose, why do you still keep me by your side?"
The injury in Zhao Lingxi's eyes was imprinted in Cheng Huaiqing's eyes unabashedly.

Cheng Huaiqing felt a pain in his heart, but seeing Zhao Lingxi's appearance, he couldn't help but say cold words.

Gently stroked Zhao Lingxi's slightly swollen left cheek with his right hand, "What's your relationship with Tie Muhan?"
He really couldn't figure out what was in Zhao Lingxi, that the man who was known as the iron-blooded Genghis Khan would lie for Zhao Lingxi.

"Tie Muhan?" Zhao Lingxi's eyes flashed, and he remembered what the old man said to her before he left, "That kid Cheng Huaiqing is very attentive to you, don't miss your own happiness for some irrelevant reasons."

A self-deprecating smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Cheng Huaiqing who didn't trust her at all, would he still be her happiness?
"Why don't you talk"?Cheng Huaiqing's cold fingers brushed across Zhao Lingxi's left cheek, and the cheekbone was still slightly swollen.

"It's something you've already decided, is it still useful for me to say anything?" Zhao Lingxi looked back at Cheng Huaiqing not to be outdone.

"Okay, okay..." A smile suddenly appeared on Cheng Huaiqing's face, he let go of the shackles on Zhao Lingxi, and stood up.

Patting the folds on the clothes, he looked down at Zhao Lingxi, "You have climbed a high branch"!
After speaking, he turned and went into his room.

There was only a "kuang" slamming of the door, and Wutong's body trembled instinctively.

After a while, seeing that Cheng Huaiqing still had no intention of coming out, he leaned on the back of the sofa and sat up.

The kitten was still lying in the nest, licking and licking its own body, and making "woo-woo" sounds from time to time.

Zhao Lingxi walked to the kitten's side, and gently stroked the kitten's fur, but looked at Cheng Huaiqing's closed door.

Nuo Da's living room was empty, only the whimpering of the kitten echoed in his ears.

Zhao Lingxi put some cat food in front of the kitten and walked into the bathroom.

When she came out, she saw Cheng Huaiqing's still closed door, her eyes flickered, she picked up the handbag that Cheng Huaiqing had thrown on the low table, and went into her room.

Hearing the movement next door, when Cheng Huaiqing opened the door, he glanced at the empty sofa, and angrily punched the sofa.

The off-white leather sofa sank into a big hole under his fist.

Cheng Huaiqing picked up his big hand and watched the big hole on the sofa gradually become the same as before, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

The imprint left on the sofa disappears so easily, so what about the one on the heart?
Anxiously took a sip of plain water, and then got into the bathroom.

The hot air from Zhao Lingxi's shower just now remained in the bathroom, and what the middle-aged man said could not help but emerge in Cheng Huaiqing's mind.

Although he knew in his heart that Zhao Lingxi could not be "Rose", but when he thought of the five years since Zhao Lingxi disappeared, he couldn't help but think of the middle-aged man's foul language.

Especially for the fact that the middle-aged man still knew about the mole on Zhao Lingxi's waist, he has always been brooding.

He clenched his hand into a fist and slammed it heavily on the smooth wall of the bathroom, splashing a lot of water.

The white tiles on the wall shattered.The back of Cheng Huaiqing's hand was cut open by a crack in the tile, and blood seeped into the cracked lines. The crack was like a flower, blooming coquettishly in Cheng Huaiqing's eyes.

Cheng Huaiqing walked out of the bathroom without even looking at the back of his hand that was still dripping with blood.

When he came out, he saw that the light in Zhao Lingxi's room had been turned off, so he turned and went into his own room.

Silent all night.

The next day, Zhao Lingxi woke up when she heard the commotion in the hall, and covered her ears with the quilt irritably, not listening to the commotion outside.

When everything became quiet outside, Zhao Lingxi sat up, changed her clothes, and went out.

Glancing at the messy hall made by Cheng Huaiqing, he thought about his temper last night.

Helplessly tidying up the messy hall, thinking about what to do in the future.

After tidying up, she went out, took out the things in the mailbox, tidied them up, and put them on the low table so that Cheng Huaiqing could look through them when he came back.

While tidying up, her eyes suddenly fell on the cover of a magazine in her hand. On the cover, she was wearing the white dress that Song Yuwen gave her.

The title on the cover is particularly conspicuous: "Deciphering the Truth About the Actor's "Fiancee"".

Zhao Lingxi flipped through which magazine at random, and the whole page was full of reports about her, with a sarcastic smile on her lips: She didn't know when she had such a big influence.

Get a magazine dedicated to her.

Thinking that if this magazine fell into Cheng Huaiqing's hands, he would inevitably lose his temper again.

She found a secret place and stuffed the magazine in. Just as she stuffed it in, a helpless smile flashed across her face.

When did she become so innocent?Hide this magazine so she can't see anything else?
Smiling helplessly, she put the magazine back on the low table.

As soon as Cheng Huaiqing arrived on the set, Yuan Yiyang stood in front of Cheng Huaiqing holding a dozen colorful magazines.

Cheng Huaiqing looked at Yuan Yiyang who was sweating profusely, glanced at the pile of magazines and newspapers in his hand, and said coldly, "In a panic, what happened?"
Seeing Cheng Huaiqing's displeased expression, Yuan Yiyang didn't care about joking with him as usual, and put the magazine in his hand on the table, "Look for yourself."

As he said that, seeing Cheng Huaiqing pick up a magazine, he took out a pink handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

There was complaint in the voice: "What the hell is going on with that Zhao Lingxi"?
Cheng Huaiqing looked at the magazine in his hand, and the more he turned it back, the darker his face became.

Throwing the magazine in his hand to the ground and putting it on the table, he raised his head with a black light in his eyes: "What's going on?"
"If I want to know what's going on, I'll ask you?" Yuan Yiyang listened to Cheng Huaiqing's words, and said with a little confidence: "Didn't you be with Zhao Lingxi last night?"
As he spoke, he raised his orchid finger, and complained in his voice: "I really don't know what this woman thinks, she just causes trouble all day long"!
Suddenly feeling the cold eyes shot at him, his words stuck in his mouth, and an embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

"Huh? What's the matter?" When Song Yuwen came in, she happened to see Cheng Huaiqing's air-conditioning, and Yuan Yiyang smiled awkwardly, his eyes flashed, and he quickly asked with a smile.

"Sister Yuwen, you're here." When Yuan Yiyang heard Song Yuwen's voice, it was as if a savior had arrived, twisting Xiaoman's waist, trotted two steps, and went to meet Song Yuwen.

"You don't even know how much trouble Zhao Lingxi has caused again!"As he spoke, he was still waving a small pink handkerchief with his right hand.

"What trouble did she cause? Look, you are in a hurry." Song Yuwen glanced at Yuan Yiyang inexplicably, and said with a smile.

"You don't know..." Yuan Yiyang babbled when Song Yuwen walked towards Cheng Huaiqing, and while talking, secretly looked at Cheng Huaiqing, afraid that what he said was wrong and would make him angry again.

Speaking of which, it's Zhao Lingxi's fault again, ever since she appeared, Cheng Huaiqing's mood has changed, even he can't figure it out.

Cheng Huaiqing raised his head, looked at Song Yuwen who was walking towards him, and his eyes fell on the pair of black diamond studs on her ears.

"What's the matter?" Song Yuwen roughly understood what happened from Yuan Yiyang's mouth, watched Cheng Huaiqing's gaze fixed on her ear, gently brushed the hair on the right side with her right hand, and asked with a smile.

"Why are you not in a hurry?" Cheng Huaiqing saw Song Yuwen's movements, looked away, leaned back slightly, leaned on the sofa, and asked casually.

"You are not in a hurry, is it useful for me to be in a hurry?" Song Yuwen gracefully walked to the sofa not far from Cheng Huaiqing and sat down.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Yuan Yiyang wished he could rush in front of them and shout: "Do you really know what's going on now?"
He didn't look at Yuan Yiyang's anxious face, "Besides, what happened to her doesn't have any impact on you?"

As he spoke, he crossed his legs and picked up a magazine on the table casually. A jealous gleam flashed in his eyes. Every shot of Zhao Lingxi being casually captured by those paparazzi seemed to be taking pictures of art. According to.

She quickly put away the emotion in her eyes and said, "I don't care about anything that doesn't affect you."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to throw the magazine in his hand back on the table inadvertently.

"Really?" Cheng Huaiqing glanced at the magazine Song Yuwen threw on the table, a black light flashed in his eyes.