The president's pet daughter

Hearing Song Mingzhe call his name, Ling Zhaozhao subconsciously looked back at him.

Song Mingzhe looked down at Ling Zhaozhao, and his throat rolled unconsciously.

Before he could say the next sentence, there was a knock on the door.

"Zhao Zhao, Xiao Song, come down to eat quickly."

It was Yunmei's voice.

"Let's go eat first."

Song Mingzhe hesitated for a while, stretched out his hand to touch Ling Zhaozhao's head, and said in a deep voice.

Perhaps now is not the best time to tell her.

When Ling Zhaozhao saw Song Mingzhe's calm expression, he thought it was an unimportant matter, so he didn't take it to heart.

She put the Samoyed on the sofa, and then lightly hooked Song Mingzhe's little finger.

Song Mingzhe grasped her entire little hand with a generous palm.

Ling Zhaozhao felt the warmth of his palm, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Seeing them coming down holding hands, Ling Yan, who was bringing out the dishes, couldn't help but whistle.

"It seems that some people have..."

Ling Yan kept his words vague on purpose, winking at Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao back and forth.

Ling Zhaozhao naturally knew what Ling Yan meant, she snorted softly, her face a little unnatural.

"Don't get in the way here."

Yunmei, who was in a hurry, came out of the kitchen, and couldn't help frowning when she saw Ling Yan's dawdling, and took advantage of the opportunity to slap Ling Yan on the shoulder.

Ling Yan was beaten, grinning in pain, wanting to cry but not crying.

Why is he being targeted everywhere?

After Yunmei taught Ling Yan a lesson, she turned her head to look at Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao, and greeted them warmly.

"Sit down and eat quickly, don't stand around holding hands, I know you have a good relationship."

Although Yunmei was complaining on the surface, her tone was not like that.

After all, seeing that Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao were in such a good relationship, she was also happy.

Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words, and sat down in the adjacent seats tacitly.

Ling Shiyi was the last one to come out of the kitchen. He took his seat at the main seat, and greeted Song Mingzhe with warm greetings as usual, which made Yunmei think he was a little too long-winded.

"Your father is like this when he is old. He can talk about a little thing for a long time."

Yunmei complained mercilessly, then looked at Song Mingzhe with a smile.

"Xiao Song, I heard from Zhaozhao that you are busy with work, so your uncle and I have made a lot of delicious side dishes that can last for a long time. When the time comes, you can take some back and eat them hot after get off work."

"Of course, if you are free, you can also come to our house for dinner at any time. Our house will always prepare bowls and chopsticks for you."

Although Yunmei talked about some trivial matters, Song Mingzhe's heart warmed after listening to each and every one.

It has to be said that the Ling family really treated him very well.

It can be regarded as making up for the family warmth that he has never felt in these years.

In the middle of Yunmei's speech, she seemed to have remembered something, and hurriedly ran back to the room.

"This is a sweater that my aunt took the time to knit for you. It should fit you well."

Yunmei held an exquisite bag and placed it by Song Mingzhe's hand.

She had long planned to knit a warm sweater for her future son-in-law, but recently there were many things, so she could only knit intermittently. Fortunately, she was in a hurry and finally finished knitting before winter passed.

Song Mingzhe glanced at the sweater in the bag. It was a versatile gray sweater. It looked extremely thick and the stitches were dense. It must have taken a lot of thought.

No one has ever knit him a sweater.

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, his eyes moved slightly, and thanked Yunmei sincerely.

"Thank you auntie, I like it very much."

Ling Zhaozhao quietly observed Song Mingzhe's expression from the side, and found that he really liked this kind of gift.

My heart couldn't help but move slightly.

She remembered the horrible scarf she knitted last time to make a good impression in front of Song Mingzhe.

Last time it was true because I was not sincere, and I didn't stick to it later.

But it would be a good thing if Song Mingzhe could wear a scarf that she wove by herself around her neck.

Ling Zhaozhao had an idea in his head, and suddenly had an idea, and a smile curled up on his lips.

Since she wants to weave a scarf, she needs to weave it differently, and it is the kind of scarf that makes people know that Song Mingzhe has a girlfriend at a glance.

Song Mingzhe, who was sitting next to Ling Zhaozhao, didn't know what was going on in her little head, and habitually put some vegetables in her bowl, and dealt with Ling Shiyi and Yunmei's questions from time to time.

"By the way, Xiao Song, uncle and aunt will have dinner with us next week. I don't know what your uncle and aunt like. We are afraid that the presents are not thoughtful enough."

Ling Shiyi pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, pretending to ask casually, as if he really didn't know what gift to prepare.

Ling Yan couldn't help snorting when she heard Ling Shiyi's words.

Not thoughtful enough?

The things that Yunmei and Ling Shiyi prepared these days almost filled the room, and they covered a complete range of items.

I don't know whether to eat or deliver.

However, it can indeed be seen that Yunmei and Ling Shiyi are nervous and attach great importance to this matter.

"As long as it is prepared by my uncle and aunt, my uncle and aunt will like it."

Song Mingzhe directly gave a panacea answer.

Zhou Qing and Shen Zhihe's thoughts were not on the Ling family's gifts, so it didn't matter what they gave.

"Anyway, after meeting this time, the matter between Zhao Zhao and Xiao Song is settled, and we can also prepare to see the wedding dress and wedding venue."

Yunmei smiled from ear to ear.

Because Song Mingzhe said that his parents are abroad, his uncle and aunt can also be regarded as the ones who can make decisions for him.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the original purpose of this meal is not simple.

Hearing Yunmei's words, Ling Zhaozhao coughed as if he had been choked.

"Isn't this too urgent?"

Ling Zhaozhao tugged at the corner of Yunmei's clothes, signaling her to restrain herself.

She doesn't want to step into the grave of love so early now!

"Are you in a hurry? On the first day Xiao Song came to eat, I wanted to take out the household registration book and let the two of you go to get the certificate."

Ling Shiyi had the same attitude as Yunmei, wishing that Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe could get married soon.

In this way, the old couple can be relieved.

Ling Zhaozhao thought for a while about the tricks he had used to avoid forced marriages, and they seemed to have been used badly. If he uses them now, he probably won't be able to fool around.

She winked at Song Mingzhe, signaling him to think of a way.

Otherwise, Yunmei and Ling Shiyi would really take out their household registration books tonight and ask them to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their certificates tomorrow.

Ling Yan, who was sitting opposite them, couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

After all, if Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe were married, as the only single person in the family, wouldn't he be "treated" emphatically?