The president's pet daughter

His voice was mellow and deep, and Ling Zhaozhao took two steps forward as if he had been bewitched.

Song Mingzhe put the computer aside, stood up and walked around behind Ling Zhaozhao.

He was tall, and his shadow completely enveloped Ling Zhaozhao.

When Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao's smooth and fair back, a gloomy emotion flashed in his eyes.

His slightly cool fingers would occasionally brush Ling Zhaozhao's exposed smooth back, making Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but shudder slightly.

Ling Zhaozhao lowered his head slightly, bit his lip, and clutched his collar tightly.

My heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode.

They were so close, so close that they seemed to be entangled with each other.

Song Mingzhe's strength was very gentle, and he almost didn't hurt her much. Those entangled hairs became obedient strands of smooth hair under his fingers.

The rain outside the window was pattering down. It should have been a gloomy and cold atmosphere, but it made the mouth dry.

"All right."

His voice penetrated the extremely ambiguous atmosphere and brought Ling Zhaozhao back to reality.

"Thank you."

Ling Zhaozhao murmured in a low voice, and then quickly ran back upstairs.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's fleeing back, and looked down at his hands.

The temperature and touch that belonged to her still remained on his fingertips.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't calm down his flustered heartbeat until he ran to his room.

Probably when people are extremely nervous, they will replay the previous things in detail. She seemed to have remembered something, picked up the mobile phone on the bed, and clicked on the dialog box with Song Mingzhe .

Twinkle twinkle blingbling: I've been busy recently, and the money I said before has not been transferred to you. Thank you very much for taking me in today, allowing me to eat delicious meals, and helping me with this super favor. Thank you so much !

When Song Mingzhe saw the 11 transferred by Ling Zhaozhao in WeChat, he frowned slightly.

He can understand that [-] is the price for him to accompany him to dinner and join the family group.

But could the extra ten thousand be for tonight's accommodation and meals, as well as a tip for his service?

When he read the words "super thank you", the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.

The calculation is really clear and clear.

He snorted coldly, neither received the money nor replied, but calmly exited the WeChat page.

Out of sight out of mind.

morning.

Ling Zhaozhao was woken up by the alarm clock at work.

Maybe it's because of the rain, but she sleeps very well even though she always sleeps in bed.

When she packed up and went downstairs, Song Mingzhe was already sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

"Good morning."

Ling Zhaozhao greeted him in a good mood.

Song Mingzhe turned a deaf ear, as if she didn't have this person.

Ling Zhaozhao touched a soft nail, his smile froze, and he sat down in embarrassment.

Then habitually turned on the phone.

Today's WeChat interface is extremely quiet, except for yesterday she privately sent a group photo to her mother, Yunmei, and Yunmei replied with three thumbs up, there is no other news.

"Why don't you take money?"

When Ling Zhaozhao saw the chat box where the transfer was not accepted, he looked at Song Mingzhe in confusion.

Are there people in this world who are not active in collecting money?

Or did he think he gave too little?

"If you don't eat, you will be late."

Song Mingzhe raised his eyes, but there was no wave on his face.

No matter how nervous Ling Zhaozhao was, he could tell that Song Mingzhe was in a very upset mood today.

She groaned in a low voice, and didn't dare to ask Song Mingzhe why he was angry, so she obediently finished her breakfast.

Song Mingzhe still had that icy look until he got in that Cullinan.

No more words, no extra expressions

The weather was good today, even hot and dry, but Ling Zhaozhao, who was sitting in the car, felt that the temperature was extraordinarily cold.

When the atmosphere was depressing, Ling Zhaozhao's cell phone rang suddenly.

It was Yunmei calling.

"Zhao Zhao, are you and Xiao Song going to work yet? Mom just made some soup and sent it to Xiao Song to taste."

As soon as the phone was connected, Yunmei's beaming voice rang next to Ling Zhaozhao's ear.

"Mom will arrive at your company in 10 minutes. I have boiled this soup all night. Xiao Song must try it."

For some reason, when Ling Zhaozhao heard Yunmei say that Song Mingzhe had to taste the soup that he had boiled all night, his brows twitched violently.

This soup is not the kind of soup she thought...