The president's pet daughter

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao entered the room, he lay down on the small sofa in the room.

But before she sat down for a while, there was a knock on the door.

Ling Zhaozhao thought that Song Mingzhe and Ling Shiyi were probably still playing chess, Yunmei was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and the only person knocking on her door was Ling Yan.

"Knock knock, knock knock, what's there to talk about, if you speak for Song Mingzhe again, I'll..."

Ling Zhaozhao opened the door while cursing.

When she saw the man in front of her, she couldn't say the rest of the words.

After Ling Zhaozhao reacted, he grabbed the door handle and wanted to close the door.

But Song Mingzhe moved faster than her.

He came in sideways, held Ling Zhaozhao's hand instead, and closed the door behind him.

Song Mingzhe thought about it, and also locked the door of the room by the way.

In order not to wait for people who don't know good and bad to bother them.

Ling Zhaozhao heard the crisp unlocking sound, and remembered that he had to lock the door when he was living with him in the apartment, so he couldn't help but feel a little speechless.

"Do you think this is your home? Why are you here? I have nothing to say to you. "

Ling Zhaozhao snorted, sat down on his small sofa, and changed into a comfortable position for nestling.

She now exudes an unhappy breath.

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, walked in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Zhao Zhao, do you want to be a mother?"

At first Ling Zhaozhao thought she had misheard, but when Song Mingzhe repeated what she had said, she saw Song Mingzhe's serious expression again, and finally a terrified expression appeared on her face.

What do you mean?

Although they are boyfriend and girlfriend now, after all, it's not good to say these tiger and wolf words at this time.

What's more, they are still in the cold war.

"What do you mean? Don't you think that I will forgive you in this way?"

Ling Zhaozhao's face instantly burned.

He didn't think that doing something like that would wipe everything out, did he?

Before she could think about what to say, Song Mingzhe sat down next to her, making Ling Zhaozhao's back tense up.

Song Mingzhe looked at the blush on Ling Zhaozhao's cheeks, feeling a little inexplicable, and didn't know what she was thinking, so he just lifted his clothes off.

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes widened in disbelief.

No, really come?

Looking at the narrow sofa, Ling Zhaozhao wondered whether it was too small in his heart.

Before she finished sorting out those absurd thoughts, her hand seemed to touch a ball of fluff.

Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback by the soft touch, only to realize that he was next to a Samoyed cub.

It looked at her pitifully, and stretched out its little pink tongue to lick its nose.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but feel his heart melt when he looked at these several-month-old Samoyed cubs.

"so cute."

There was light in her eyes, and she carefully held the Samoyed in her hand.

Only then did she realize that what Song Mingzhe said about being a mother was the way to be a mother.

She thought it was...

Ling Zhaozhao cleared his cough before stopping his racing thoughts.

"It's only three months old, and it doesn't have a name yet. You can give it a name."

Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao's soft expression instantly, and knew that his move was right.

Give her a little surprise gift first to brighten her mood, and then the rest will be much easier.

If Ling Yan hadn't brought up this idea this afternoon, he really wouldn't have thought of it.

It seems that the uncle is more reliable.

"I can't think of it for the time being, let's talk about it another day."

Ling Zhaozhao thought about it, but couldn't think of a good name for a while, so he could only touch Samoyed's little head.

There is no rush to choose a name, and if it gets an ugly name, the little cub probably won't be happy about it.

Samoyed was not afraid of life, he lay quietly in Ling Zhaozhao's arms for a while, and then fell into a deep sleep.

"Are you feeling better?"

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's love for this cub, and his lips curled up.

It seemed that she really liked this little cub.

Even he was pleasing to the eyes of this little Samoyed.

Ling Zhaozhao snorted.

"It is it, you are you, don't try to confuse these things."

If it was normal, she would probably follow the steps given by Song Mingzhe, and then this matter might turn over.

But she doesn't.

What Lin Xi said was right, the two of them had to get along well, and if they didn't talk about the problem, such problems would still arise in the future.

She was willing to give Song Mingzhe a chance to have a good talk, and at the same time give herself a chance.

"Zhao Zhao, it's my fault."

Song Mingzhe followed the good advice, sighed, and held Ling Zhaozhao's hand.

Although he was very angry at being blackmailed by Ling Zhaozhao today, but after thinking about it for a long time in the car, he felt more and more that what Mu Yang said to him was not unreasonable.

He will not separate from Ling Zhaozhao because of these trivial matters, nor is he willing to have a cold war with her for so long.

Even if it's just a night of cold war, it's enough to make him uncomfortable.

Maybe Ling Zhaozhao didn't know how much he tossed and turned last night.

Although he doesn't bow his head easily, but sometimes, he should bow his head or have to bow his head.

What's more, the object of bowing his head is the woman he likes, so it's not ashamed.

"I had a quarrel with my father that day, so I didn't control my emotions well. I'm sorry for what I said to you."

"And what happened this afternoon, I didn't mean it either. That woman is the secretary of the subsidiary company who sent the materials. I don't know her at all."

It may be the first time he has explained so much to people, and it sounds a little clumsy.

But with a little cuteness.

He was willing to explain to Ling Zhaozhao that the anger in Ling Zhaozhao's heart had subsided a lot.

Besides, she never doubted Song Mingzhe's loyalty to her.

It just felt like he was trying to annoy her on purpose.

She thought of the quarrel between Song Mingzhe and his father before, and couldn't help feeling sorry for him.

"Then you can just talk to me carefully next time. I'm not smart, and sometimes I can't guess your mind, so I get angry easily."

Ling Zhaozhao felt inexplicably guilty when he thought of leaving him in the rainy night that day.

He just got sick and was going to be exposed to rain again, but fortunately he didn't catch a cold again.

Otherwise, she would die of guilt.

"You're very smart."

Song Mingzhe couldn't help but speak when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words.

She is smart and brave, and there is no one better than her.

At least in his mind.

He remembered that he had been concealing his identity from Ling Zhaozhao, so he couldn't help pursing his lips.

He knew that it was impossible to hide this matter for a lifetime, and he didn't intend to hide it for a lifetime.

Perhaps today is a good time for him to confess.

Song Mingzhe hesitated for a moment, but opened his mouth anyway.

"Zhao Zhao, I..."