The president's pet daughter

Before Ling Zhaozhao could finish his wild thoughts, the phone vibrated.

It's my mother, Master Yunmei, calling.

"Zhao Zhao, have you arrived yet? According to the weather forecast, the rain is expected to last for a long time."

Yunmei's voice was a little anxious, as if she was worried that they would be stranded on the road before reaching their destination.

"It's okay, Mom, we're here, and I'll go back as soon as the rain subsides."

Ling Zhaozhao heard Yunmei's concern, and couldn't help feeling a little warm in his heart.

Although her status in the family has been declining recently, no matter what, she is the baby in the heart of her parents.

"Oh, you're stupid, I mean it's going to rain for a long time, you and Xiao Song can just stay outside for one night."

"Just stay outside and live a good life for two, don't come back, cultivate your relationship well, and try to let me hold a grandson or something."

Yunmei happily dialed her little abacus on the other end of the phone.

Isn't such a rainy day a catalyst for the young couples who are alone?

Ling Zhaozhao: ...

Originally, the restaurant had a large space, and Yunmei's voice was not small.

For a moment, Yunmei's words of hugging grandson echoed in the huge restaurant.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced embarrassedly at Song Mingzhe who was sitting next to him with a calm expression.

"Mom, you said it too loudly, he may have heard it..."

"...Ah, Mom, the signal is not very good. It may be a thunderbolt, so hang up first."

Yunmei was probably a little embarrassed, so she hung up the phone in a hurry.

Ling Zhaozhao was left in a mess in the wind.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet and a little weird.

"My mother was just joking. Don't pay too much attention to it. I'll go home when the rain subsides."

Ling Zhaozhao coughed lightly.

It's embarrassing, really embarrassing.

Song Mingzhe picked up a piece of meat slowly and gracefully.

"It rains a lot, you can live here, there are many rooms, you can choose by yourself."

"There are clothes in the first room on the left upstairs. They belong to the chairman's wife. You should be able to wear them."

It was his mother's room, and every year someone updated the clothes in the closet according to his mother's preferences.

And because no one lives there, the clothes inside are basically new.

Ling Zhaozhao's stature was about the same as his mother's, so he should be able to wear it.

Ling Zhaozhao just wanted to ask if this would be bad, but then remembered that this is just one of the properties under the name of the president, no one should have cared about it in the past, even if she borrowed the clothes of the chairman's wife, it would not be a while Someone found out.

At worst, she'll just buy a new set and send it back.

"Thank you."

Ling Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief.

The rain looks like it's going to rain until night, so it's good to have a place to live.

And she still lives in such a good manor, no matter what, she is the one who has been favored by Song Mingzhe.

Well, I'll have to give this partner more money in the future.

Ling Zhaozhao murmured silently in his heart.

After lunch, Song Mingzhe used the spare computer in the manor to process the mail on the sofa in the living room.

Just as he was concentrating on answering the email of a big project, it was already night.

Before he looked up, he suddenly smelled the familiar fragrance of flowers and fruits in his nose.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyes, and saw Ling Zhaozhao, who was blushing, standing in front of him restrainedly holding his collar.

She didn't know what she was thinking and hesitated a lot.

"Could you please help me zip up the back."

"My hair got tangled in there."

Just two sentences, but exhausted Ling Zhaozhao's lifelong courage.

After nightfall, she saw Song Mingzhe working ecstatically, so she didn't bother him.

After I dealt with it casually, I went to pick a room that looked pleasing to the eye.

Originally, she was going to take a beautiful bath, but the ingenuity behind this so-called beheaded skirt really tortured her a lot.

It was buttoned and zippered. She didn't talk about it for a long time, and even mixed her own hair in it, and there was a lot of it.

So much so that when she moved a little, her scalp was pulled painfully.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know if this dress would kill her, but it was indeed here to kill her.

Song Mingzhe's eyes fell on the dress that made Ling Zhaozhao extremely embarrassed. The white dress had a radiant beauty under the light.

He didn't speak, which made Ling Zhaozhao feel very uneasy.

She really didn't do it on purpose, and there was really nothing she could do about it, but in such an environment and situation, it was hard not to make people think too much.

It would be reasonable if Song Mingzhe refused.

It was a long time before Ling Zhaozhao heard the low words.

"come over."