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

"Okay, let's go." Before Song Yuwen could finish speaking, Cheng Huaiqing said impatiently.

"Oh." Zhao Lingxi glanced at Cheng Huaiqing, who didn't expect him to help her, agreed lightly, picked up her luggage and followed Cheng Huaiqing.

Song Yuwen glared at Zhao Lingxi viciously, walked out in front of Zhao Lingxi with haughty steps, and the sound of Song Yuwen's high-heeled shoes echoed in the empty room.

The group of people still arrived at the Xiangshan filming base on foot. Director Qian and other staff members had already arrived. Since the filming went very smoothly yesterday, Director Qian smiled when he saw Cheng Huaiqing, "Huaiqing, the investor will come to the scene today. Inspection, the task is not as light as yesterday." As he said, he reached out to pat Cheng Huaiqing on the shoulder.

"Yeah." Cheng Huaiqing nodded indifferently, skillfully avoiding the director's hand, "Then I'll go to make up first." After speaking, he turned his head and left, he didn't like such small talk.

"You really deserve to be an actor, you are dedicated." Director Qian withdrew his hand that was in mid-air in embarrassment, and praised him.

"That's right, our Huaiqing has always been like this. We are all focused on our career and don't pay much attention to people's sophistication." Song Yuwen saw Director Qian's embarrassment, put away her sad emotions in an instant, and gave Director Qian a step. Once again paving the way for Cheng Huaiqing to improve his interpersonal relationship.

Zhao Lingxi looked around, as if there was nothing wrong with her, she took a script and sat aside to read it, waiting for Cheng Huaiqing's orders at any time.

When Cheng Huaiqing came out, he was still wearing a milky white robe, but there was an extra thread-bound book in his hand, which added a bit of elegance to Cheng Huaiqing's appearance.

"Wow, Cheng Huaiqing is so handsome!" An abrupt female voice rang out on the busy set, and everyone's eyes instantly focused on Cheng Huaiqing.

Only Zhao Lingxi gently turned a page of the script in his hand without even raising his head.

"Zhao Lingxi," Cheng Huaiqing's eyes darkened, and he called out in a cold voice.

As soon as Zhao Lingxi heard the words, he raised his head, as if the image of a nobleman who came out of a famous painting in the middle ages unexpectedly caught Zhao Lingxi's eyes, and he couldn't help but be fascinated by Cheng Huaiqing at the moment, staring at him obsessively, and suddenly seeing him in the blink of an eye, hurry up He lowered his head and held his beating heart, what happened to him?
Cheng Huaiqing was very satisfied with Zhao Lingxi's reaction, so he let her go, turned and walked towards the set.

"Eh?" Zhao Lingxi stood there stupidly, what was he going to sing?

The whole morning, Cheng Huaiqing was busy filming and didn't have time to talk to Zhao Lingxi, and the others, because they saw Cheng Huaiqing protecting Zhao Lingxi so much yesterday, didn't dare to make trouble for her, and let her sit bored in the director's seat Flipping through the script.

"Okay, everyone did well this morning, take a break for two hours at noon, and continue to work hard in the afternoon." Director Qian looked at the content on the monitor with satisfaction, and a satisfied smile appeared on his demanding face.

"Where's Zhao Lingxi?" Cheng Huaiqing asked displeasedly when he walked out of the set and found that only Song Yuwen was there. .

"Hey." Song Yuwen saw that Zhao Lingxi was the first one Cheng Huaiqing asked when he came out, tried to suppress the dissatisfaction in her heart, pointed to Zhao Lingxi who was sitting in the director's tent, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

"Yeah." Cheng Huaiqing glanced at Zhao Lingxi's bowed head from a distance, and strode towards the director's tent with big strides, his voice came before anyone else, "Zhao Lingxi, where is my water?"

"Oh, here we come." Hearing Cheng Huaiqing's voice, Zhao Lingxi stood up abruptly, picked up the fat sea that had soaked beside him, and walked towards Cheng Huaiqing.

Fat sea?When Cheng Huaiqing picked up the cup, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

"Well, don't you want to sing, I think..." Zhao Lingxi lacked confidence when speaking.

"What do you think? Do you think you can give Huaiqing whatever you want? How did I tell you the day before yesterday, did you forget?" Song Yuwen became angry when she heard Zhao Lingxi's words, "In the future, if you don't receive any notice, Don't make claims!"

"Oh, I see." Zhao Lingxi nodded, reaching out to take the cup in Cheng Huaiqing's hand, "I'll change it now."

"Forget it." Cheng Huaiqing took a sip from the cup, "There's no need to change it."

Song Yuwen stared at Zhao Lingxi, feeling a deep sense of crisis in her heart. How could this useless woman get special treatment from Cheng Huaiqing so easily?

A professional smile was maintained on her face, but her hands were tightly held together. The long nails scratched her palms, and she seemed unconscious.