The president's pet daughter

The birthday party finally ended perfectly with Ling Zhaozhao and Ling Yan eating longevity noodles.

It was getting late, everyone packed up their things and went back to their rooms to rest.

Without exception, Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe were placed in the same room again.

But now Ling Zhaozhao has no turmoil in his heart about sleeping in the same bed with Song Mingzhe.

She took the clothes and walked into the bathroom in the room very naturally, like an old married couple with Song Mingzhe.

Ling Zhaozhao was also a little tired today. He wanted to lie down on the bed and rest after washing up quickly, so the bathing time was intentionally shortened by half.

After she finished washing and came out, she found that Song Mingzhe was not in the room.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and frowned slightly.

It's so late, where did he go?

Ling Zhaozhao put on a coat over his pajamas, opened the door lightly, and was going to find Song Mingzhe.

Their room lived on the top floor, very close to Ling Yan's room.

Ling Zhaozhao opened the door, and saw Ling Yan and Song Mingzhe standing in the corridor not far away, talking about something.

Song Mingzhe turned his back to her, she couldn't see the expression on Song Mingzhe's face clearly, but Ling Yan's expression was slightly flustered.

Her intuition told her that the two were talking about some ulterior secrets.

Ling Zhaozhao wanted to hear what they were talking about, so he scratched the crack of the door and tried to get his ears close.

Simply Ling Yan has always had a loud voice, even though his voice was deliberately lowered, Ling Zhaozhao still heard every word.

"When will the ring arrive?"

Ling Yan rubbed her hands nervously, and walked a few steps anxiously.

Ling Zhaozhao, who heard the word ring, couldn't help feeling a little doubt in his heart.

What ring?

Although Ling Yan has the habit of adoring those weird jewelry, most of them are for matching clothes.

But it doesn't look like trying to buy a ring just to match a dress.

What's more, it is still through Song Mingzhe's channel.

Song Mingzhe's voice was too low for Ling Zhaozhao to hear clearly, so he could only observe Ling Yan's expression through the crack of the door to infer the conversation between them.

"...Then I don't worry, you have prepared the flowers too, right?"

Ling Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed to remember something.

Rings alone are not enough, flowers are also needed so that they will not look so dry.

Otherwise, it is not ritual enough.

Ling Zhaozhao was a little confused when he heard that it was a ring and a flower.

Is there any event to be so grand?

"Oh right, don't let Zhao Zhao know about this..."

Ling Yan patted his forehead and said to Song Mingzhe.

This matter has to be done quietly, and no one should know about it, not even Ling Zhaozhao.

Hearing these words, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help snorting.

Unexpectedly, these two people actually united front and wanted to hide this matter from her.

But is there something that she must not let her know?

Ling Zhaozhao thought of the ring and flowers that Ling Yan had just mentioned, and a ridiculous idea suddenly popped into her mind.

Song Mingzhe doesn't want to propose to her, does he? !

Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback by this possibility, his heart was in a mess, and his mind was in a mess.

But she still wanted to hear what the two had to say.

After she regained her focus, she didn't expect Ling Yan to pat Song Mingzhe on the shoulder, as if she had finished talking.

Ling Zhaozhao quickly closed the door, took off his overcoat, and got under the quilt as if nothing had happened.

When Song Mingzhe walked into the room and saw Ling Zhaozhao lying on the bed, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

She moved pretty fast today.

Ling Zhaozhao poked his head out of the quilt, and looked at him pretending to be ignorant.

"Where did you go? Didn't you sneak in with other women while I was taking a shower?"

Her chin was pressed against the quilt, her long hair like a waterfall was scattered on the bed, and her eyes deliberately pretended to be fierce.

But not only does she look like this without any deterrence, but she also has a little more cuteness in it.

"The only woman who can be like glue to me is you."

When Song Mingzhe heard her somewhat petty words, a smile appeared on his lips.

Her appearance would only make him want to touch her head.

Ling Zhaozhao blinked, and couldn't help but snorted at his love words attack.

How do you say this man is so domineering.

"Ling Yan talked to me just now, and it's fine."

Song Mingzhe took off his coat, and loosened the buttons on his chest with ease.

He said calmly, without any strange expression on his face.

What he said was half true and half false, if Ling Zhaozhao hadn't overheard something just now, maybe he would have been deceived.

Ling Zhaozhao supported his small head with one hand, and was thinking about how to use Song Mingzhe's words, but his eyes were attracted by the looming muscles on his chest.

"Can you keep some manly virtue?"

Ling Zhaozhao casually grabbed a pillow and hugged it to his chest, and cast a reproachful glance at him.

Who the hell, undresses in front of her every now and then.

Do you know how attractive this is to her?

If it weren't for her always proud self-control, it would not be the pillow that she threw over, but herself.

Of course Song Mingzhe didn't know about the brainstorms in Ling Zhaozhao's head.

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao's words, he smiled helplessly.

It's not like she hasn't seen it before.

But after so long, her shyness still hasn't improved at all.

He was afraid that if he teased Ling Zhaozhao any longer, he might have to take a cold shower later, so he simply gave up his thoughts and took his bathrobe to wash up.

Ling Zhaozhao hugged the pillow, bit his lip and watched Song Mingzhe walk into the bathroom.

But he was thinking about Song Mingzhe's proposal.

Although she likes Song Mingzhe very much now, and the two met their parents by accident, their progress is a bit too fast, right?

Ling Zhaozhao secretly told himself to calm down in his heart.

It's just a marriage proposal, and it's not like going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get married in the next second, and there's no need to be so close to the enemy.

Since he has that kind of heart, then he shouldn't pour cold water on him.

Just pretend you don't know, and then adapt to the situation when the time comes.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, feeling that his decision was very correct.

But thinking of Song Mingzhe going to propose to him, Ling Zhaozhao's heart couldn't help but thump.

Probably because her parents were frantically urging her to marry, she once resisted getting married.

But now she is surprised to find that if the marriage partner is Song Mingzhe, she doesn't seem to be so resistant.

On the contrary, there is still some sweetness in my heart.

It feels so strange.

Ling Zhaozhao took a deep breath and buried his whole face in the quilt.

She had a premonition that she would toss and turn tonight because of this incident.