The president's pet daughter

But after the surprise, a sense of embarrassment followed.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but feel hot when he thought of the weird thoughts he had about Song Mingzhe just now.

She must be crazy to suspect that Song Mingzhe was cheating or being cold and violent towards her.

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Mingzhe looked at the blush on Ling Zhaozhao's face, and it was clear that she was embarrassed by what happened just now.

But he only had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't expose Ling Zhaozhao.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's question, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Shame, so shameful.

She was thinking about whether to post a post just now, so that the majority of netizens can help her identify scum.

Fortunately, this idea has not been put into action.

Otherwise, if Song Mingzhe saw the screen full of persuasion points, he might be very angry.

"I didn't think of anything."

Ling Zhaozhao coughed dryly, his eyes were a little unnatural.

Song Mingzhe let out a muffled laugh, and put his arms around her from behind.

At this time, the computer had entered sleep mode, and the shadow of him hugging her was reflected on the screen, which looked very intimate.

Ling Zhaozhao was enveloped by his breath, and his fingers couldn't help but climbed onto Song Mingzhe's hands around his waist.

In the quiet office, there was an air called ambiguity.

"Zhao Zhao, don't doubt my heart for you."

Song Mingzhe sighed faintly, and the hands around her waist couldn't help tightening.

His heart can be learned from the sun and the moon.

His breath sprayed on her face, staining her face with a redder rouge.

Song Mingzhe's fingertips were so hot that they directly burned Ling Zhaozhao's heart.

Her hair lightly brushed against Song Mingzhe's face, itching very much.

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Ling Zhaozhao's waist.

It's hard to imagine that even though she was dressed so thickly, his hand still feels like a firm grip.

Her waist is too thin.

In the future, she must be fed fatter, otherwise she would have to be blown away with such a strong wind.

Song Mingzhe caressed Ling Zhaozhao's clothes, a little lost in thought.

"Well, I won't in the future, sorry."

Ling Zhaozhao bowed his head and gave his own answer.

At this moment, the sky had already fallen into a state of semi-darkness, and several street lamps on the road were being lit up sparsely, and the light was reflected in Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, shining brightly.

Ling Zhaozhao looked through the window at the lights on the side of the road, quietly leaning against Song Mingzhe's chest, feeling his own heartbeat.

It was very strange, it was obviously not the first hug, but her heart was still beating very fast.

Not so much this time, but every time.

He can make her heart beat enough every time.

It was probably that unfriendly crush in his youth that left a shadow in Ling Zhaozhao's heart.

She doesn't have enough sense of security, and it's easy to think about small things.

She was very afraid of knowing people but not her heart, and also afraid that she would be deceived again.

But Song Mingzhe was honest enough in front of her again and again to let her feel his passionate love.

"You don't have to apologize, it's not your fault."

Song Mingzhe rested his chin on the top of Ling Zhaozhao's head, rubbing her soft long hair, with a low and gentle tone.

Ling Zhaozhao doesn't need to feel guilty about this, it's because he didn't do well enough this time.

He didn't explain clearly, which made her feel insecure.

He admits that he has always been slow in emotional matters, so he knows his shortcomings.

For him, Ling Zhaozhao is always right, he only finds problems from himself.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's words, he couldn't help but turned around, stood up from the chair and hugged him back.

It is indeed her luck to have a tender lover.

"really love you."

She buried her head in his arms, and suddenly said this rather nasty sentence sullenly.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao who was huddled under the white woolen coat, and heard her very low voice.

Now she was in his arms, like a kitten waiting to be groomed.

Although Ling Zhaozhao's character has always been carefree, there are very few times when he expresses his love so straightforwardly.

Song Mingzhe felt that countless fireworks were set off in his heart because of this sentence, but he resisted the surging joy.

"Only verbal love?"

Song Mingzhe touched Ling Zhaozhao's hair and smiled slightly.

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao heard it, he knew what kind of bad thoughts Song Mingzhe had hidden in his heart.

She raised her head from Song Mingzhe's arms, wrapped her arms around Song Mingzhe's neck, and tipped her feet gently.

Song Mingzhe caught a glimpse of Ling Zhaozhao's feet standing up from the corner of his eye. Afraid that she would be too tired, he put his arms around her waist and hugged her up.

Then put her on the desk.

Ling Zhaozhao was suddenly picked up by Song Mingzhe, and hugged his neck tightly in fright, and then found himself sitting on the desk, his pretty face was flushed red.

Suddenly, her mind recalled the office scenes described in those not-so-clear novels.

It is also such a small office, the male lead puts the female lead on the table, rubbing against the female lead viciously.

Song Mingzhe didn't know the not-so-pure thoughts in Ling Zhaozhao's mind, so he just looked up at her, waiting for her to kiss him proactively.

Seeing the look in his eyes, Ling Zhaozhao knew what he wanted, and couldn't help tightening his hands around his neck, and those charming thoughts were even worse.

She really wanted to drive those crazy thoughts out of her mind, but Song Mingzhe's eyes were so bewitching that she couldn't help but sink.

Ling Zhaozhao swallowed, and mustered up the courage to narrow the distance between Song Mingzhe and Song Mingzhe.

Isn't it just a little kiss?

She is quite experienced now.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's obedient behavior, and his lips curled up.

"Snapped--"

Just when everything was about to come to fruition, the door of the office opened.

Rong Yuan walked in with half of his body. Seeing Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao, he couldn't help but petrified.

Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao's backs were also slightly stiff, and their faces were a little unhappy.

He went to pick up something halfway, thinking that Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao had already left the office at this point, so he thought about going back to the office to pack up and go home.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao not only did not leave, but also blatantly impacted his vision with an extremely ambiguous posture.

His own president looked cold-hearted and cold-faced, but he didn't expect to have such a good time.

Rong Yuan glanced at Ling Zhaozhao who was sitting on the desk, and couldn't help giving Song Mingzhe a thumbs up in his heart.

"My eyes suddenly went blind, so strange."

Rong Yuan laughed, making lame excuses, and silently closed the door like a blind man.

With his strong figure and this reason, it seemed a little funny for no reason.

But the moment the door was closed, Rong Yuan wanted to cry very much.

what is this called.

This is called when the leader picks up the food, he turns the table, and when the leader sings, he cuts the song.

Rong Yuan looked up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, hiding his fragile mood.

He is now very worried that he will be fired tomorrow because he entered the company with the right foot.