The president's pet daughter

Hearing Song Jianguo's efforts to discredit the Shen family, Song Mingzhe's eyes instantly turned cold.

He let out a very mocking chuckle, the bright lights in the office shone on his face, half-bright.

"If it weren't for the Shen family, I'm afraid I would have died under your stick."

Back then, in order to hope that his son would become a dragon, Song Jianguo always beat or scolded Song Mingzhe, using the most vicious language to make him grow up quickly, and using the most indifferent attitude to temper his will.

If it wasn't for the Shen family who couldn't stand it and took Song Mingzhe to live there for a few years, I'm afraid Song Mingzhe wouldn't be able to grow up in peace.

"You said that my temperament is like that of my mother, but you are the most unkind person."

He didn't want to look back on those times when Song Jianguo was the strictest to him. Whenever he thought about it, he couldn't help feeling nauseated in his stomach.

Song Jianguo likes to use the most vicious words to describe Shen Qiyu in front of him, but in his eyes, it is Song Jianguo who is obviously the most vicious and indifferent.

"It seems that my office doesn't welcome you very much, my dear father. After all, without me now, the Song family and Boer are just empty shells."

Song Mingzhe sneered, looking down at his father.

Now he does have this strength.

Outsiders only know that Song Jianguo is still the powerful person in power in Boer, but they don't know that Song Mingzhe has quietly emptied Song Jianguo's power during the time he returned to China to take over.

Song Jianguo couldn't help feeling angry and anxious when he saw the son he had single-handedly uttered such rebellious words.

He originally wanted to repair the relationship between father and son when he came this time, but he didn't expect to end up in such an unhappy situation every time.

He didn't know what the problem was.

Song Mingzhe really didn't have the patience to continue entanglement with Song Jianguo. He checked the time and it was exactly 09:30.

He is already late.

Realizing this, Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, and unavoidably quickened his pace, leaving Song Jianguo with a cold back.

Sichuan restaurant.

Ling Zhaozhao stood at the door, looked at the time, and looked at the heavy rain at the door, and sighed helplessly.

Because Song Mingzhe said he was coming to pick her up, she didn't drive her own car.

Gao Yue and Lin Xi also left long ago, but unexpectedly it rained heavily, so she, without an umbrella, could only stand at the door of the Sichuan restaurant and wait.

It just so happened that the sun was shining brightly these few days, the clothes she wore today were not as warm as before, and when it rained, the temperature instantly cooled down.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help shivering from the cold wind.

"Beauty, do I need to give you a ride?"

Probably seeing Ling Zhaozhao standing in the cold wind for too long, a clean-looking boy took the initiative to walk to Ling Zhaozhao holding an umbrella.

His eyes are very simple, his face is immature, he looks like a kind-hearted male college student who has not experienced much in the world.

"No brother, my boyfriend will pick me up in a while."

Ling Zhaozhao politely rejected him.

"It's okay, I'll wait with you. The law and order in this area is not very good recently. My sister is so beautiful, so I won't be harassed by bad guys."

Ling Zhaozhao called his brother, and he patted his head in embarrassment.

He thoughtfully tilted the umbrella towards Ling Zhaozhao to prevent the rainwater from splashing on the corner of Ling Zhaozhao's clothes.

Feeling his enthusiasm and kindness, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help saying thank you a little moved.

A black Maybach galloped through the rainy night and stopped steadily at the door of the Sichuan restaurant.

Song Mingzhe, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked gloomy. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Ling Zhaozhao and another strange man standing at the door.

The man graciously helped Ling Zhaozhao hold the umbrella, and Ling Zhaozhao even smiled at him.

Song Mingzhe felt an inexplicable fire in his heart.

He was just a little late, so she couldn't wait to find a man to piss him off?

Probably just after arguing with Song Jianguo, his thoughts were chaotic and his mood was not very good. What's more, seeing this scene made his blood surge even more.

He took an umbrella from the car, opened the door, and walked out sullenly.

When Ling Zhaozhao saw Song Mingzhe approaching with an umbrella, his eyes lit up involuntarily.

Seeing that the rain was getting weaker, she couldn't wait to block the rain with her hands, and rushed to Song Mingzhe.

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao was indeed picked up by someone, the enthusiastic man left with peace of mind.

Song Mingzhe looked at the man's back silently, pursed his lips, and there was a storm in his eyes.

"Xiao Songzi, you're 15 minutes late, you almost killed me from the cold."

Ling Zhaozhao pulled the corner of her clothes and said something half-jokingly.

She knew that Song Mingzhe had just returned to work, so he would naturally be busy, and she could understand that he was a little late, and she didn't want to blame him for saying these words.

"Is it cold? Didn't a man protect you from the wind and rain just now?"

Song Mingzhe said mockingly.

Ling Zhaozhao smelled the sourness in his words, and couldn't help but slightly curved his lips.

"That person just kindly helped me out of the rain. I can say that I have a boyfriend. Don't be so domineering."

She was so immersed in the joy that Song Mingzhe came to pick her up that she didn't notice Song Mingzhe's mood changes at all.

The word domineering seemed to detonate the rational thread in Song Mingzhe's mind.

Just now his father also used the same adjective to describe him.

Those not-so-good memories kept echoing in Song Mingzhe's mind like a revolving lantern.

He looked at Ling Zhaozhao, and what he said was extremely hurtful.

"First Wang Xinji, and then this strange man, Ling Zhaozhao, you really exude your charm anytime, anywhere."

"Can't you hold back a little?"

His tone was particularly yin and yang, and for a moment, he seemed to feel that he had become Song Jianguo.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's words, he suddenly didn't know him.

Since we met, Song Mingzhe has never said these excessive words to her.

She couldn't help but feel a little wronged.

"What do you mean by these words? It's because you were late, and others saw me waiting too long, so they kindly helped me. How did it become so unbearable in your mouth?"

"Song Mingzhe, what are you going crazy about?"

She didn't blame him for being late, but he beat herself up.

Ling Zhaozhao was so angry.

Looking at Song Mingzhe who said nothing, she couldn't help but think about it more and more, and she didn't want to understand him, so she took the umbrella from his hand.

"Don't hold an umbrella, and wake up after the rain."

Ling Zhaozhao gave Song Mingzhe a hard look, and felt that his madness could only be cured by some rain, so he left without looking back, holding a black umbrella and blending into the rainy night.