The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao immediately took out his mobile phone and called Ling Yan.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected.

Ling Yanlue's flustered voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Zhao Zhao, what's the matter with you?"

He asked this question so righteously that Ling Zhaozhao didn't know how to answer it for a while.

"Didn't you find that there is one less person in our family?"

Ling Zhaozhao was speechless.

It's fine if you don't call yourself when you go home, and drive past you in a wobbly manner.

Ling Yan was stunned for a moment with the speakerphone on, and then took the time to look back at Yunmei and Ling Shiyi who were unconscious in the back seat.

"You've been out for too long, I forgot to call you, my parents are too drunk, so I'm in a hurry to go back now, lest they spit on my new car later, or you... ..."

Ling Yan originally wanted Ling Zhaozhao to wait at Shen's house, and then he would turn around and go back to pick him up, but when he saw the scene in the back seat through the rearview mirror, the expression on his face could no longer be calm.

"Ah! Dad, don't spit that, the seat cushion I just bought, Mom! Mom! Wait a little longer, and spit it later!!!"

Ling Yan's horrific screams came from over there, causing Ling Zhaozhao to move the phone away from his ear.

"Zhao Zhao, I won't tell you anymore. You can count on your own blessings. There are brother-in-laws around you, so you won't be able to live on the streets tonight."

Ling Yan looked at the miserable situation in the back seat with heartache, and hung up the phone decisively.

Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help rubbing his forehead.

She shifted her eyes to Song Mingzhe who was standing aside, as if she wanted him to send her home.

Song Mingzhe was beside Ling Zhaozhao, and he had heard clearly the conversation between her and Ling Yan just now.

"My car was just sent in for maintenance tonight."

He raised his eyebrows, and his expression did not seem to be fake.

He originally planned to stay overnight at Shen's house tonight, so not long after the car arrived at Shen's house, someone sent it to take care of it.

"Then can I borrow uncle's car?"

Ling Zhaozhao tugged at Song Mingzhe's sleeve, blinking his eyes.

The Shen family is so big, they can always find a car, right?

When Song Mingzhe heard her call uncle so smoothly, his lips curled up unconsciously.

Seeing her looking like an arrow returning home, I couldn't help but want to tease her.

Seeing her on weekdays is not so shy, but now at Shen's house, she actually showed a shy look.

"It seems to have been sent for maintenance."

Song Mingzhe pretended to be thinking, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Otherwise, you can stay at Shen's house tonight."

Song Mingzhe looked at her fixedly with deep eyes, and his neat short hair fluttered gently with the evening wind, adding a bit of softness to his stern face.

Ling Zhaozhao felt a little nervous when he heard this.

The Shen family is in the suburbs, and if they don't have a car, they won't be able to get out of this area at all, let alone take a taxi home.

Although she had shared a room with Song Mingzhe before, this was the Shen family after all.

She didn't feel at ease anyway.

Before she could think about what to say, a figure appeared in front of her eyes.

It was Shen Xingxi.

"Brother Mingzhe, cousin, so you are here."

Shen Xingxi seemed to be looking for them for a while, panting slightly.

He didn't seem to expect that Ling Zhaozhao was still here, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"They all drank too much today, otherwise I will ask the housekeeper to clean up the room and let you go to bed earlier."

Shen Xingxi scratched his head, still remembering the farce that happened just now.

After Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao left quietly, Shen Zhihe and Ling Shiyi suddenly started drinking.

Probably out of joy, Zhou Qing and Yunmei also drank a few cups together.

Shen Xingxi was young, Shen Zhihe never allowed him to drink, and Ling Yan wanted to drive, so naturally he didn't drink alcohol.

Unexpectedly, the alcohol capacity of these four people was worse than the other, and they collapsed after drinking a few bottles.

It's okay to be simply drunk, the key is that they are still drunk.

If he and Ling Yan hadn't tried their best to stop him, Shen Zhihe and Ling Shiyi would probably have sworn brothers on the spot.

So they also tidied up for a while before making proper arrangements for the drunk four.

"Xing Xi, do you still have a car at home?"

Ling Zhaozhao thought about it for a while, and asked the question face to face.

After all, she always felt that the fact that the Shen family didn't have a car was too outrageous.

It's too much of a coincidence that they were all sent for maintenance, right?

Shen Xingxi just wanted to ask and answer quickly, but recalled the loss he suffered last time, so he couldn't help but glance at Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe was looking at him coldly.

Shen Xingxi immediately understood what his cousin meant.

After all, Song Mingzhe's face clearly wrote "leave her" in big characters.

"It seems that there are no more. They just happened to be sent for maintenance."

By mistake, his words corresponded to what Song Mingzhe said before.

Song Mingzhe's eyes instantly relaxed.

"Anyway, brother Mingzhe also has a room at our house, so it's fine for my cousin to stay tonight."

Shen Xingxi said with a smile, not forgetting to glance at Song Mingzhe, motioning for him to praise his assists.

He originally wanted to ask Ling Zhaozhao if he wanted to clean up an extra room for her, but seeing his cousin's attitude, he was undoubtedly suspicious of this question.

Ling Zhaozhao was still hesitating, but Song Mingzhe grabbed her shoulders.

"Go ahead, it's cold outside."

Ling Zhaozhao was taken back to the Shen family by Song Mingzhe.

Until he reached the room where Song Mingzhe was going to stay, Ling Zhaozhao's head was still a little dazed.

Last time Song Mingzhe was forced to share a room with her in Ling's house, what about this time?

She didn't seem to have a particularly strong desire to refuse, and she didn't even have room for maneuver.

Ling Zhaozhao scolded himself severely in his heart for not living up to expectations, and then made up his mind to pick up his own modesty.

"Should we take a shower..."

Ling Zhaozhao was inconvenient and was interrupted by Song Mingzhe before he could say anything.

"There is a bathroom in the room. If you are not in a hurry, you can still wash one by one."

He closed the door of the room smoothly, and looked down at Ling Zhaozhao condescendingly.

Hearing his teasing words, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but blushed slightly, and his voice couldn't help lowering.

"Is this bed too crowded for two people to sleep..."

Song Mingzhe looked at the two-meter-large bed in the middle of the room, raised his eyebrows, and was not sure if Ling Zhaozhao was trying to get him or not.

After all, I haven't seen her have so many excuses on weekdays.

"Didn't you have a problem with me locking the door of my room last time? How can you come up with so many reasons for rejection now?"

He dragged out the ending, and looked at Ling Zhaozhao from top to bottom with playful eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to see her thoughts so clearly, his heart beat so fast in an instant.