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

Looking at Song Yuwen's inexplicable gaze, Cheng Huaiqing's dark brown eyes glanced at the black diamond earring on her earlobe, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the smile on Cheng Huaiqing's face, Song Yuwen couldn't help being taken aback. It had been a long time since she saw him smile like this, and she couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

Cheng Huai glanced at his watch, without even looking at the pile of magazines on the table, stood up and walked towards the studio with long legs.

Seeing Cheng Huaiqing's back, and Song Yuwen, who was always a nympho, Yuan Yiyang was a little confused, and followed Cheng Huaiqing with his waist twisted.

"Huaiqing, wait for me, you haven't told me how to deal with that matter!"
The only answer was Cheng Huaiqing's striding forward footsteps.

Seeing that Cheng Huaiqing's figure had merged into the studio, Yuan Yiyang stomped his feet resentfully, and shook the pink handkerchief in his hand: "Really, it doesn't make people worry at all."

After speaking, he turned around and looked at Song Yuwen who was still sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, pursed his lips, it seemed that he could not get any useful news from Song Yuwen.

Walking to the table, tidying up the magazines and newspapers on the table, pointing to a photo of Zhao Lingxi on the cover of a magazine, and talking to herself: "Oh, this woman Zhao Lingxi is quite good-looking. This..." As she spoke, she couldn't help shaking her head, and sighed, "Your beauty is a disaster."

Zhao Lingxi was packing her things in the apartment when she suddenly sneezed, rubbed her nose, and looked out at the sunny sky through the window.

The sun was shining brightly, but in her heart, there was a haze.

At this moment, the mobile phone in the room rang suddenly, Zhao Lingxi hurriedly put down the rag in his hand, and walked towards the room.

As soon as she picked up the phone, Yang Xiaoxiao's very penetrating voice reached her ears: "Ling Xi, are you okay? Nothing happened, right?"
Hearing Yang Xiaoxiao's concerned voice, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, and replied with a forced smile, "It's okay, I'm still alive."

"Well, it's good to be alive, it's good to be alive." Yang Xiaoxiao on the other end of the phone listened to Zhao Lingxi's tone, which was not bad, and then she was a little relieved, and said: "I went to England on a business trip a while ago, and I have been busy all day. It’s like a spinning top, I didn’t even have time to check Weibo.”

As she said that, there was a little apology in her voice: "I just returned to China today, and I saw the news of your accident. Oh, I'm so anxious..."

Listening to Yang Xiaoxiao's words, Zhao Lingxi's eyes were wet, and she couldn't help interrupting, but her voice was joking: "What is there to worry about, don't you think I'm alive and well?"
Yes, she is still alive and well, after going through so many things, she doesn't even have the idea of ​​committing suicide now, she just hopes that these news will not reach her mother's ears.

Thinking of her mother, Zhao Lingxi chatted with Yang Xiaoxiao casually, and after dealing with it, she hung up the phone and decided to visit her mother in the hospital.

Thinking that she hadn't visited her mother in the hospital for a long time, taking advantage of the time today, she boiled a pot of chicken soup and put it in two insulation buckets separately, and then went to the hospital with the chicken soup.

"Ling Xi, why are you here today?" Liu Minrong had just finished taking the medicine when she saw Zhao Lingxi walking in with a thermos, "Aren't you going to work today?"
work?Zhao Lingxi froze for a moment, hid the emotion in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Our boss has something to do today, and we have a temporary holiday."

Zhao Lingxi's lies are not perfect at all, as long as you think about it a little, you can find something wrong inside, but Liu Minrong didn't think too much, pointed to the stool beside her, and said with a smile: "I don't know, call me Telephone".

Hearing Liu Minrong's complaining voice, Zhao Lingxi raised a smile on his face, "Didn't I want to surprise you?"

Saying that, she put down the thermos bucket in her hand and sat on the stool beside Liu Minrong's bed.

Listening to Zhao Lingxi's words, Liu Minrong had a happy smile on her face.

It was only then that she noticed that Zhao Lingxi was carrying two thermos buckets when she came in, and asked suspiciously, "This is"?
"Oh." Zhao Lingxi said while unscrewing an insulated bucket, "I just made some chicken soup for you today when I have time, and that bucket is for an uncle who is also hospitalized in this hospital ".

Zhao Lingxi was afraid that Liu Minrong would think too much, so she didn't tell her that she recognized Tie Muhan as her godfather.

"Uncle? Uncle what?" Liu Minrong listened to Zhao Lingxi's words, and a look of concern flashed in her eyes. After all these years, they were just the two of them. How could there be any uncle?

Zhao Lingxi couldn't see Liu Minrong's meaning, took the soup bowl out of the thermos bucket, and said with a smile: "Mom, don't worry, I accidentally rescued that uncle, and he also lives in this hospital. So when I came to see you, I made him some chicken soup by the way."

After finishing speaking, she scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, put it near her mouth, blew it gently, and then handed it to Liu Minrong's mouth.

"En." After drinking the chicken soup that Zhao Lingxi handed over, Liu Minrong nodded after listening to Zhao Lingxi's explanation, but soon asked again: "Why didn't you contact his family?"
"He's just a son, and he's working hard in the United States now, and he doesn't know about his hospitalization..." Zhao Lingxi said, looking at Liu Minrong with a hint of shame in his eyes.

At that time, she went to the United States to study alone, and she left for five years, leaving Liu Minrong alone in China, helpless...

Liu Minrong looked at the shame in Zhao Lingxi's eyes, patted her on the shoulder, and looked at her gently: "Those are all over, aren't we fine now?"
As he said, he glanced at another bucket of chicken soup on the table, "You can send it to that uncle first, and we will talk when we come back later."

"En." Zhao Lingxi nodded docilely, and handed a spoonful of cold chicken soup to Liu Minrong's mouth, watched her drink it, then handed the bowl to Liu Minrong's hand, and looked at her with a smile: "You Drink it all up."

Liu Minrong listened to her daughter's instructions as if she was coaxing a child, and the wrinkles around her eyes appeared from a smile: "Okay, okay, I will drink up the soup my good daughter made for me, of course."

After finishing speaking, he watched Zhao Lingxi walk out of the ward.

Coming out of Liu Minrong's ward, seeing her ignorant appearance, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and felt a lot more relaxed. He glanced at the thermos in his hand, and walked towards Tie Muhan's ward.

He knocked on the door, got permission, and walked in.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Jin Ming, who was frowning like a hill, appeared in front of her eyes.

Caught off guard, Zhao Lingxi froze for a moment before saying, "Jin Ming, why are you here?"
Jin Ming pointed helplessly at Tie Muhan on the hospital bed, frowned and said, "It's not all because of this old man."

When he said this, he whispered in Zhao Lingxi's ear. After he finished speaking, he secretly looked at Tie Muhan who was sitting on the soldier's bed. Seeing that he didn't hear him, he felt relieved.

Looking at Jin Ming's appearance, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth in amused manner, walked around him, and walked into the ward.

Temuhan's ward was very dry, without the smell of too much disinfectant, and the sunlight slanted in through the glass windows, looking very bright.

Zhao Lingxi carried the thermos bucket and walked towards the hospital bed: "Godfather, I'm here to see you."

"En." When Tie Muhan saw Zhao Lingxi, a blooming chrysanthemum instantly appeared on his old face, and he nodded at Zhao Lingxi, signaling her to sit down.

He saw Zhao Lingxi as soon as he entered the door just now, but seeing that Zhao Lingxi was stopped by Jin Ming, he kept silent.

"Come on, try it, I made some chicken soup for you today." As he said, he unscrewed the lid of the thermos bucket, and a strong aroma of chicken soup permeated the ward.

Before Tie Muhan could speak, Jin Ming, who smelled the fragrance, approached with a handsome face, "Ling Xi, you're biased, why don't you have mine?"
As he spoke, he looked at Tie Muhan defensively, and when he saw his big hand raised, he dodged and hid far away.

Seeing that Jin Ming hadn't been hit, Tie Muhan put on a feigned seriousness on his old face, "My daughter made this for me, what's the matter with you"?
After finishing speaking, he didn't even bother to glance at Jin Ming. When he turned to look at Zhao Lingxi, a kind smile appeared on his face again: "The hospital has food, why are you bothering?"

Seeing Tie Muhan's completely different attitude towards him and Zhao Lingxi, Jin Ming couldn't help feeling resentful, and muttered in a low voice: "Sure enough, your daughter is the real one"!
After finishing speaking, he sat casually on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at the two people here resentfully.

Zhao Lingxi just curled her lips into a smile, and replied, "No trouble, I just have nothing to do today, so I'll come and see you and my mother."

Hearing Zhao Lingxi mentioning her mother, Jin Ming's face flashed with pride, he looked at Tie Muhan and said, "See, she is here to see her mother, not you."

Tie Muhan looked at Jin Ming's slack, gritted his teeth and said, "Is your skin itchy, kid?"
After speaking, seeing Jin Ming being honest, he asked, "Have you visited your mother? How is your mother?"
"She's pretty good..." Zhao Lingxi hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had troubled Tie Muhan enough, so he didn't talk about Cheng Huaixian.

Tie Muhan looked at the hesitant look on Zhao Lingxi's face, his eyes flickered, but seeing that she was unwilling to speak, he didn't ask any more questions.

After chatting with Tie Muhan for a while, Zhao Lingxi took the empty thermos bucket, and then walked out of the ward under Jin Ming's resentful eyes.

"Hmph!" Jin Ming looked at Zhao Lingxi who was about to step out of the ward, and snorted heavily.

When Zhao Lingxi heard Jin Ming's voice, she faltered when she was about to step out, and turned her head to look at him.

"What kind of monster are you kid again?" Tie Muhan looked at Jin Ming's childish expression, frowned and asked, "You're such a grown-up, why don't you know how to be more mature?"
"I..." Jin Ming glanced back at Tie Muhan, then turned his head again to look at Zhao Lingxi's standing back, and snorted heavily.

Looking at the boyish expression of the man in front of him, Zhao Lingxi raised a smile on his face: "Excuse me, what orders does Young Master Jin have?"