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

The cold voice slammed from the top of the head again: "I tell you, Zhao Lingxi, whether you like it or not, you are my woman, and without my permission, never leave me"!
Zhao Lingxi looked at Cheng Huaiqing, who seemed to be in a trance, and moved her lips. The restraint around her neck made her unable to speak, and she glared at Cheng Huaiqing.

Cheng Huaiqing's strength was great, Zhao Lingxi's small face seemed to be congested with blood, and he was almost out of breath.

Zhao Lingxi tried her best to make a little noise, "Let go... let me go..."

Just when Zhao Lingxi thought he was going to die here, the man finally let go of his hands.

"Cough cough!!" Coughing desperately, almost coughing out his lungs, because Zhao Lingxi was half lying on the dining table, the stuff in his throat could not be coughed out, and it just stuck in his throat.

Zhao Lingxi's eyes were bloodshot, she stubbornly looked at this man who always took misunderstanding as love.

"Whether it's love or hate, you must be by my side." Cheng Huaiqing looked at the anger in Zhao Lingxi's eyes and continued, "No matter what means I use, I will not let you leave me"!
Zhao Lingxi was shocked when she heard Cheng Huaiqing repeat the words just now in a serious manner. Before she could think about it, Cheng Huaiqing suddenly had a shining fruit knife in his hand.

Zhao Lingxi's pupils suddenly dilated, and under the light of the chandelier, the fruit knife shone coldly in Zhao Lingxi's eyes.

The words Cheng Huaiqing just said flashed in Zhao Lingxi's mind: "No matter what means I use, I will not let you leave me."

There was a look of shock in his eyes, he didn't want to use that method, did he?
Perhaps, death is a kind of relief for her, Zhao Lingxi looked at the knife in Cheng Huaiqing's hand, and suddenly closed her eyes.

Cheng Huaiqing watched Zhao Lingxi's actions, and became even more angry. Looking at her coldly, his anger almost broke through his reason, "Zhao Lingxi! Are you still thinking about other men?!"

"Hehe..." Looking at Cheng Huaiqing's furious appearance, Zhao Lingxi felt his heart drooping. Below was the cold abyss, "Who do you think I can miss?"
Seeing that Zhao Lingxi didn't defend himself at all, Cheng Huaiqing laughed back angrily, and flexibly played with the fruit knife with his right hand, "I don't care who you were thinking about just now, but from now on, the only man you can think about is me." !
After finishing speaking, he lifted Zhao Lingxi's body up with his left hand, and the upper half of Zhao Lingxi's body was placed on the clean marble table.

"What do you want, let me go!" Although he was ready to die generously, but when the situation came to an end, Zhao Lingxi couldn't help but yelled in horror.

But no matter how much she yelled, Cheng Huaiqing's big hands always held her tightly, making her unable to move at all.

Zhao Lingxi's whole body was tense, and she watched in panic as the gleaming fruit knife in Cheng Huaiqing's hand moved to his body bit by bit.

He must be crazy.

This was the only thought in Zhao Lingxi's mind.

Cheng Huaiqing smiled evilly, and then stroked down Zhao Lingxi's white skirt mercilessly

Zhao Lingxi's body trembled slightly, and she could feel that every time she trembled, the broken fabric on her body was like a flag of shame, shaking and shaking with her.

"Don't, don't do this, Cheng Huaiqing, don't..." Zhao Lingxi turned around and refused.

In return for Zhao Lingxi's refusal, Cheng Huaiqing clasped her body even harder with his big hands, with red fingerprints on his fair skin, and he refused to relax at all.

Cheng Huaiqing was dazzled by anger, "Zhao Lingxi, I don't allow you to have other men in your mind"!
After finishing speaking, he threw off his clothes with his right hand. Without any foreplay, he stepped forward heavily and pierced Zhao Lingxi's body deeply.

"Ah!" Zhao Lingxi couldn't help crying out because of the sudden pain. Tears rolled in her eyes, but she bit her lips tightly to prevent the tears from falling down.

In order for Zhao Lingxi to accept him from the bottom of his heart, he has always adopted a soft policy.

Now, seeing the warm and fragrant jade in front of him, the desire that Cheng Huaiqing had suppressed for so long suddenly burst out at this moment.

You can't see the sadness on Zhao Lingxi's face, nor can you see the tears in Zhao Lingxi's eyes. They move quickly, without the slightest tenderness, but with endless possessiveness and demonic demands.

The pain was overwhelmed for a while, Zhao Lingxi's face turned blue and white, her lips were almost bleeding from her bite, and the mouth was full of blood.

Compared with the physical pain, Zhao Lingxi's heart was riddled with holes and numb from the pain.

Zhao Lingxi tightly closed her eyes, she didn't want to see Cheng Huaiqing's current appearance, the man she loved deeply turned into the maker of the tragedy in her life.

Cheng Huaiqing stopped at this moment, freed up a hand, pinched her chin, and slammed into Zhao Lingxi's ear again with a cold voice: "Open your eyes and look at me!"

Zhao Lingxi closed her eyes and turned her head to one side, but refused to look at him.

Cheng Huaiqing sneered, straightened Zhao Lingxi's head, and increased the strength of his hands. Two red marks immediately appeared on Zhao Lingxi's fair chin.

"Look at me!" Cheng Huaiqing said again.

Are you so eager to destroy the only good image you have left in my heart?
Under Cheng Huaiqing's thug, Zhao Lingxi opened his eyes, and there was a dead silence in his eyes.

"Zhao Lingxi, who are you showing this look to?" Zhao Lingxi's eyes made Cheng Huaiqing's heart ache, and he roared loudly to cover up his inner panic.

Seeing that Zhao Lingxi was still lying on the dining table expressionless, he accelerated his speed even more, pumping non-stop, venting his anger.

Zhao Lingxi in front of her was like a lifeless rag doll, no matter what Cheng Huaiqing did to her, she didn't even move her eyes.

If it weren't for her blinking every once in a while, and the remaining breathing between her nose, Cheng Huaiqing would almost think that Zhao Lingxi died just like that.

Cheng Huaiqing himself didn't remember how many times he wanted Zhao Lingxi, although his lower body was still tight, but Zhao Lingxi's lifeless expression made him gradually lose interest.

He would rather Zhao Lingxi hate him than her being so ruthless.

Cheng Huaiqing withdrew from her body, looked at the bruises on Zhao Lingxi's body that he pinched, and wanted to comfort her.

However, when the words came to the lips, they turned into accusations: "Why did you leave me five years ago? What did you do?"
Shaking Zhao Lingxi's body like a rag doll, he still got silence for a while.

Zhao Lingxi's eyes were staring blankly at the chandelier overhead, exuding a deadly aura?
Looking at Zhao Lingxi like this, Cheng Huaiqing suddenly felt a bit of fear in his heart, picked Zhao Lingxi up and put him on her bed.

Along the way, Zhao Lingxi quietly let Cheng Huaiqing manipulate him like a puppet.

She didn't struggle, didn't resist, she didn't even move Cheng Huaiqing's uncomfortable hug.

Putting Zhao Lingxi on the bed, looking at the quiet and almost lifeless person on the bed, Cheng Huaiqing's eyes darkened, and he said unnaturally: "I was too impulsive just now..."

Seeing that his apology was still indifferent to Zhao Lingxi, Cheng Huaiqing's eyes became deeper. Looking at Zhao Lingxi, he said coldly, "Before you want to give up your life, think about your mother first."

After speaking, he took a step forward and walked out without looking back.

With the sound of closing the door with a "kuang", Zhao Lingxi's body moved accordingly, and there was no pain in any part of his body.

His eyes looked in the direction of the door, and through the frosted glass, he could vaguely see the flickering lights outside the door.

Zhao Lingxi withdrew her gaze, staring at the lotus-shaped chandelier above her head for a moment. The chandelier exudes a warm yellow soft light.

The words Cheng Huaiqing just said echoed in his mind: "Before you want to give up your life, think about your mother first."

Thinking of Liu Minrong who was still lying on the hospital bed, a flash of shame flashed across Zhao Lingxi's face.

For so many years, although Liu Minrong didn't care much about her, she was her dependent mother after all.

Thinking about the past five years, she went to the United States alone to study for Cheng Huaiqing, and she was left alone in this unaccompanied city A for five years.

How selfish should she be?Only then can I abandon my mother again and again.

Thinking about it, Zhao Lingxi held back the tears for a long time, and suddenly, like a flood that opened the gate, it ran across the cheeks from the corner of the eyes, and fell on the fruit-green bed sheet in bunches, blooming cold flowers one after another.

I don't know how long I cried, but Zhao Lingxi felt that she had no more tears to shed. She moved her arm that was sore when she lifted it, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The night in June was much gentler than the day. Zhao Lingxi lay on the spacious bed, thinking about his future plans, and fell asleep in a daze.

It's just that her frowning tightly revealed the news that she had a nightmare.

After Cheng Huaiqing took a shower, he flipped through the magazines placed on the low table. Every report had an ulterior motive.

Cheng Huaiqing could tell at a glance that those reports were pure rumors, but he just couldn't help being angry.

Sitting for a while, hearing that there was no movement in Zhao Lingxi's room, his eyes froze, thinking about the despair in Zhao Lingxi's eyes when he just came out, his heart tightened, and he strode to Zhao Lingxi's room.

Zhao Lingxi's light and shallow breathing came from the bed, and there was almost nothing good on the exposed skin.

The blue and purple traces recorded the evidence of his impulsiveness just now.

He bent down, gently scraped off the teardrops still hanging on his eyelashes with the pulp of his index finger, turned and walked out.

When he came in from the outside, there was a small white box in his hand.