The president's pet daughter

"Ah."

Song Mingzhe responded in a low voice, looking at her appearance today, he did not hesitate to praise her.

"very nice."

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to praise her so bluntly in front of everyone, his cheeks turned red.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that Song Mingzhe will praise her every time after she dresses up carefully.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly understood what it means to be a woman who pleases herself.

"Let's go first, don't be too late."

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao coming down, Ling Yan hinted at her, and followed Yunmei and Ling Shiyi out of the house.

This is to remind them that falling in love is falling in love, so don't miss the time to eat.

Ling Zhaozhao's hand holding the bag tightened, and he was suddenly nervous.

In the bag was the scarf she had knitted.

She knew that her craft was not good, so she was a little timid.

She didn't know if Song Mingzhe would like such a crappy gift like hers.

But she really put her heart into it.

"what happened?"

Song Mingzhe noticed the change in Ling Zhaozhao's expression and couldn't help asking.

Ling Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment, but still handed him the bag in his hand.

"This is my New Year's gift to you."

On the last day of this year, she was finally able to give him this gift.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's nervous look, Song Mingzhe took the bag with a smile on his lips.

When I opened it, it was a pink scarf.

He suddenly remembered seeing Ling Zhaozhao's red and swollen fingers that day, as if he understood something.

"So you've been doing this these days?"

He took Ling Zhaozhao's hand and stroked her fingertips, as if to smooth the redness of her fingers.

Ling Zhaozhao thought of the life-and-death pain of being stuck with needles these days, and really didn't want to think about it, but being touched by him like this undoubtedly made his heart itch, and at the same time, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

He seemed to really care about her.

"Yeah, maybe I'm stupid, so I'm not good at knitting, don't mind."

Ling Zhaozhao lowered his eyes slightly, with a sense of frustration in his tone.

She has always thought that she is very smart, but she encountered her own shortcomings in this kind of manual work.

Sister-in-law Xiao Beibei and Yunmei took turns teaching her, but she didn't learn much, she could only make a rough idea of ​​knitting.

Song Mingzhe picked up the scarf, looked at it carefully for a while, and found that it was indeed not that delicate.

Some places seem to have wrong stitches and missing stitches.

But it doesn't matter, as long as it is woven by his woman, it is the best.

At the end of the scarf, Song Mingzhe found that Ling Zhaozhao seemed to have sewn a small animal.

Song Mingzhe thought about it for a while, but he couldn't make up his mind.

"What animal is this?"

He looked at the round-headed and round-brained thing, but he couldn't tell it apart.

"This is a Samoyed, doesn't it look like it?"

Ling Zhaozhao hesitated for a while, then looked up at Song Mingzhe.

She stared at the Samoyed that Song Mingzhe gave her and drew it on the drawing several times.

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, looked at the things on the scarf again, and nodded solemnly after a while.

"I see."

If Ling Zhaozhao hadn't said anything, he would have thought Ling Zhaozhao sewed a mouse.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at him cautiously again, as if to confirm whether he liked the scarf or not.

Sensing Ling Zhaozhao's gaze, Song Mingzhe wrapped the scarf Ling Zhaozhao had woven around his neck without hesitation.

He also wore a serious black and gray suit today, which was a bit funny when matched with the pink scarf around his neck.

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

The smile on the corner of his mouth widened, and he was sincerely saying thank you to her.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't seem to expect Song Mingzhe to tie the scarf around his neck directly, so he was a little surprised.

She admitted that she really had no good intentions when she picked this color, but she didn't expect that Song Mingzhe would actually tie it around her neck.

What she thought was that if one day she saw clothes that matched this scarf, she would buy a Song Mingzhe and let Song Mingzhe wear it together.

"Isn't it good to wear it to dinner like this?"

Ling Zhaozhao asked with a complicated expression.

If Song Mingzhe hadn't supported this strange outfit and replaced it with someone else, it would have been hard to explain.

But when it is worn on Song Mingzhe, there is a sense of high-level mix and match.

"Why not? I have a scarf knitted by my girlfriend, do they have one?"

Song Mingzhe chuckled, and held Ling Zhaozhao's hand, with tenderness in his eyes.

There was even a hint of showing off in his tone, like a kid who got extra candy.

Ling Zhaozhao felt the warmth from his palm, and couldn't help laughing along with him.

He is really nice.

So good that she didn't want to let go.

By the time they drove to the Shen family, the Ling family had already arrived.

He was still chatting happily with the Shen family in the living room.

Yunmei and Zhou Qing were complimenting each other on today's clothes, from bags and clothing to the latest entertainment gossip, harmonious like old sisters who haven't seen each other for many years.

Shen Zhihe and Ling Shiyi also chatted happily, without any sense of restraint.

Although there is a few years difference between Shen Xingxi and Ling Yan, their personalities are similar, so it is not difficult to get along with each other.

When Ling Zhaozhao walked into the living room and saw how the two families lived in harmony, he couldn't help being a little shocked.

She really didn't expect that they could get acquainted so quickly.

It seems that this is not the first time that the two families have met for dinner, but it feels like they have met many times.

"Brother Mingzhe, cousin, are you here?"

Shen Xingxi's eyes lit up when he saw Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao.

I have to say that the Shen family seemed to attach great importance to this gathering. Even Shen Xingxi, who usually only wore a loose sweater, wore a suit upper body for the first time today, looking like a little adult.

"Hello, uncle and aunt."

Ling Zhaozhao greeted Shen Xingxi with a smile, and then politely called Shen Zhihe and Zhou Qing.

When Shen Zhihe and Zhou Qing saw Ling Zhaozhao, surprise flashed across their eyes.

Today's Ling Zhaozhao is extraordinarily radiant.

"Brother Mingzhe, where did you get the scarf around your neck? It's really ugly when it's paired with your clothes."

Shen Xingxi spoke quickly, seeing the out-of-date scarf around Song Mingzhe's neck, he couldn't help complaining.

As soon as Ling Yan saw the color of the scarf and the horrible stitching, she knew without thinking that it was her sister's handwriting.

He couldn't bear to see Shen Xingxi and others suffer from Wuwang's house, so he could only try his best to save his respect.

"It's okay, it's quite special."

"Is this all right? Brother Mingzhe, what do you think?"

Shen Xingxi didn't understand what Ling Yan meant, so he said without fear of death.

Does this scarf look good?Is he crazy, or is Ling Yan crazy?

Vaguely, Shen Xingxi suddenly felt the cooling atmosphere around him.