The president's pet daughter

"Love letter, what love letter?"

When Mu Yang was asked, his mind was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't realize what Song Mingzhe was talking about for a while.

Song Mingzhe snorted coldly, feeling that Mu Yang was pretending to be stupid on purpose, when he was about to speak, he received a warning from Ling Zhaozhao's eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao glared at Song Mingzhe, fearing that they might have strung together the words invisibly, so he couldn't help but speak.

"It's for Xiaoxiao."

Let her ask first, so that the credibility of the two of them will be higher.

"Xiaoxiao? Oh, you said this."

At first Mu Yang was a little surprised when he heard the name, and frantically searched for the name in his mind, and then he came to his senses.

He really begged Song Mingzhe to do such a stupid thing.

It's just that the ending was not very good, so he directly threw this painful memory into the recycle bin in his brain.

"That Xiaoxiao was a little girl I chased after in high school back then. Because I couldn't write well, Mingzhe asked Mingzhe to write it for me. Why did you guys find out this letter?"

Mu Yang said suspiciously.

Back then, he chased a schoolgirl named Xiaoxiao purely to make Gao Yue jealous, and he even went out of his way to impress the crowd.

Anyway, except for that school girl named Xiaoxiao, everyone else knew that he was going to chase her.

As a result, Gao Yue remained indifferent, and even sincerely wished Muyang a successful confession.

Later, she was afraid that Xiao Xiao would not agree to Mu Yang, so she deliberately told Xiao Xiao that Mu Yang was going to confess.

Mu Yang explained for a long time to Xiaoxiao Xuemei, who was in a turbulent heart, and gave a lot of things to soothe the injured girl's heart, and finally settled the matter.

And that love letter was never sent out.

After all, from the very beginning, he just wanted Gao Yue to be jealous when he saw this letter.

He was heartbroken by Gao Yue's indifferent attitude, so he didn't pay much attention to the whereabouts of this love letter.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe still kept it.

"Well, maybe you forgot to throw it in the trash can."

Song Mingzhe answered coldly from the side.

Back then, Mu Yang came to Shen's house with snot and tears to complain to him, this love letter was originally placed on Song Mingzhe's desk, probably because Mu Yang was sad to see him, so he casually threw it at the bottom of the cabinet.

"Then the level of your love letter..."

Ling Zhaozhao quietly observed Song Mingzhe's expression, and found that he didn't seem to be lying, and he believed him more than half in his heart.

But she felt it was necessary to complain about the content of this old toothless love letter.

"Hey, my education level is not high, I'm laughing at you."

Mu Yang calmly revealed the fact that he was uneducated.

And at that time, his mind was not chasing Xiaoxiao, he just wanted to make Gao Yue jealous, as for the content, he naturally didn't care.

"However, Mingzhe was a profiteer back then. He cheated me of a watch with a letter of less than a thousand words. Sister Zhaozhao, you have to be careful."

Speaking of this matter, Mu Yang gritted his teeth with hatred.

Back then, his family was very strict and he didn't have much pocket money, so he managed to save enough money to buy a new wristwatch. Before wearing it for a few days, he was tricked by Song Mingzhe.

At the beginning, he estimated that Song Mingzhe had given him ecstasy soup, so he was willing to exchange the most expensive things in his body for a broken love letter.

It's no wonder that Song Mingzhe is so prosperous now, and he is feared in the business field. After all, everything has traces to follow.

Ling Zhaozhao heard Mu Yang's annoyance, and couldn't help chuckling.

"So let me explain this letter because sister Zhaozhao misunderstood, right?"

Mu Yang's emotional intelligence has always been high, and he quickly found the root of the problem.

"Sister Zhaozhao, you can put 120 hearts in Mingzhe's emotional affairs, it's as clean as a piece of white paper..."

Before Mu Yang finished speaking, a female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mu Yang, where are my clothes?"

"My aunt, wait for me to find you, so you don't catch a cold."

Mu Yang covered the phone with a worried tone.

"Let's not talk about it, anyway, you can always trust Mingzhe, I will hang up first."

Mu Yang couldn't stand watching the person on his heart running around barefoot.

So he dropped this sentence, and then hung up the phone in a hurry.

Before hanging up, he didn't forget to be Song Mingzhe's emotional guarantor.

Naturally, Ling Zhaozhao heard the sudden female voice on the phone, and felt that the female voice sounded familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

"Do you still doubt me now?"

Song Mingzhe recognized who the female voice was on the phone, lowered his eyes slightly to remove the expression in his eyes, and calmly diverted the topic.

"You were angry because I wrote love letters to others because I was ignorant, why didn't you allow me to doubt you?"

Ling Zhaozhao was successfully led astray by Song Mingzhe, and said a little coquettishly.

She sat on the bed, looked up at Song Mingzhe, there seemed to be stars in her eyes.

Song Mingzhe understood what Ling Zhaozhao meant.

This is to say that he has double standards.

Sure enough, reasoning with women is a science, because you don't know what reason will arrange you in the next second.

"Of course, but I suggest that next time you have doubts, you have to have a reason."

Song Mingzhe curled his lips slightly, and put the snack plate in his hand aside.

He leaned over slightly, narrowing the distance between Ling Zhaozhao and Ling Zhaozhao, causing Ling Zhaozhao to take a few steps back.

"After all, I won't write something so substandard."

Song Mingzhe stared at Ling Zhaozhao and said word by word.

How could the love letter, which was full of pretentiousness and even had wrong sentences and typos, be written by him.

If he wanted to write, he would write the most touching love letter in the world.

Being stared at by him made Ling Zhaozhao feel a little flustered, and his eyes couldn't help but look away, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Who knows what you'll write."

She answered stiffly, but she had to agree with Song Mingzhe's words in her heart.

After all, if he wants to do one thing, he must strive to be perfect.

Not to mention a little love letter.

"If I had written it, I would have written at the beginning..."

Song Mingzhe chuckled, and at some point his knees were on the bed, and Ling Zhaozhao was confined with his hands.

Only when Ling Zhaozhao felt his aura coming towards him, did he realize that he had unknowingly fallen into his trap.

There was a smile on his lips, her eyes were full of her figure, so gentle that it turned into a puddle of spring water.

"I will write Zhaozhao my wife."

He just read the beginning of the love letter lightly, and brilliant fireworks bloomed in Ling Zhaozhao's heart.

Ling Zhaozhao's heart was caught off guard again by him.

He said Zhaozhao my wife.

This sentence is too touching.

Ling Zhaozhao swallowed, the temperature on his cheeks began to heat up, and his mouth felt inexplicably dry.