The president's pet daughter

"Don't say so much, I can't remember."

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was avoiding Song Jianguo's gaze.

Song Jianguo subconsciously froze when he heard Song Mingzhe's words.

The things he said were not complicated, and Song Mingzhe had always had a good memory, so how could he not remember them?

Thinking of why Song Mingzhe couldn't remember, Song Jianguo suddenly let out a chuckle.

His son was still as awkward as ever.

Song Jianguo's eyes were a little moved.

"Mingzhe...I..."

Song Jianguo was lying on the hospital bed with a smile on his lips.

He really wanted to say some inappropriate and sensational words, but found that he was as restrained as Song Mingzhe and couldn't say such words.

"Take a good rest first, and tell me these things after you recover from your illness."

Song Mingzhe was not used to this somewhat awkward atmosphere, he paced up and down, his eyes indifferent.

"You'd better not have any accidents, or my mother will be very sad."

Song Mingzhe looked a little seriously.

Song Jianguo couldn't figure out whether Song Mingzhe's words were genuinely worried about Shen Qiyu or his own thoughts.

But no matter which one, he felt a little relieved.

In all fairness, he has cared very little for Song Mingzhe over the years.

One is because he is too busy with work to take care of Song Mingzhe, and the other is because Song Mingzhe's eyebrows and eyes are so similar to Shen Qiyu that he can't help but think of Shen Qiyu every time he sees Song Mingzhe.

The deeper the love, the heavier the responsibility. The stricter he is to Song Mingzhe, it is precisely because he has high hopes for his only son.

"Mingzhe."

Song Jianguo sighed faintly.

"sorry."

Song Jianguo's words seemed to travel through space and time, and stirred up waves in Song Mingzhe's heart.

Although Song Mingzhe appeared calm on the surface, his heart was already full of turbulent waves.

Song Jianguo was not the kind of person who would bow his head easily.

Let alone an apology.

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes, suppressing the complicated expression in his eyes, and suddenly seemed to see himself when he was a child.

Although I had no worries about food and clothing when I was a child, I was looking for that little bit of warmth everywhere like a vagrant.

The Shen family treated him very well, but every time he saw his uncle Shen Zhi and his family enjoying themselves, he always felt that he was out of place.

He thought that as long as he was good enough and bright enough, Song Jianguo would look at him more, and even pat his head more pitifully.

So Song Mingzhe worked desperately, trying to make Song Jianguo pay more attention to him.

But no matter how hard he tried, Song Jianguo always treated him indifferently.

When he was a child, he even gave Song Jianguo a Father's Day gift. It was a three-dimensional greeting card that he had made for several days. Unexpectedly, Song Jianguo just glanced at the gift indifferently, and then gave him a thank you like a charity.

At first, he didn't understand why Song Jianguo always looked at him with a bit of coldness. When he saw Shen Qiyu who hadn't seen him for a long time and was crying in front of him, he suddenly realized that he was just the pair. A victim of resentment.

So Song Mingzhe suddenly became indifferent to all feelings.

Anyway, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change the situation, so he might as well put all his thoughts on the Song family.

After all, he can't hold back his feelings, and money is still fine.

"I do not hate you."

Song Jianguo looked at the tiles on the ground, and closed his eyes through the somewhat dazzling light on the ground.

Maybe he used to hate, hated the emotional entanglement between Song Jianguo and Shen Qiyu, hated that the Song family was so big, but there was no room for him.

But when Ling Zhaozhao appeared, his world seemed to have light.

Only then can he understand that a harmonious family is so warm, and that someone who is clearly not related to him by blood treats him wholeheartedly.

Therefore, he learned a lot from it.

After Song Jianguo said that I'm sorry, he felt a little uneasy.

After all, he was very aware of Song Mingzhe's resentment towards him all these years.

If Song Mingzhe didn't forgive him, he wouldn't say anything more.

But once some words are spoken, there will naturally be delusions that I dare not have.

Song Jianguo understood his greed very well, so he didn't dare to say too much.

Unexpectedly, when Song Mingzhe said these words, he was still uncontrollably happy.

His son, did not hate him.

They no longer have to fight each other like enemies.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyes and saw Song Jianguo's moist eye sockets. It seemed that he couldn't stand the atmosphere, so he hurriedly said "take a good rest", and walked out of the ward in a panic.

When he walked out of the ward, what he saw was Ling Zhaozhao's worried pretty face.

"I've already asked Uncle Chen to send Mom back. After all, Mom has been there for a long time. What are you talking about with Dad inside? For so long?"

Ling Zhaozhao took the initiative to hold Song Mingzhe's hand, his voice full of concern for Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao addressing Shen Qiyu and Song Jianguo, a smile overflowed his lips.

In the next second, he hugged Ling Zhaozhao without hesitation.

"He apologized to me."

Song Mingzhe rested his chin on Ling Zhaozhao's neck, and his voice was muffled.

But Ling Zhaozhao could hear the profound meaning hidden in Song Mingzhe's words.

Although Ling Zhaozhao hadn't heard Song Mingzhe mention things about his childhood in detail, after getting along for so long, even if he hadn't heard Song Mingzhe say it himself, Ling Zhaozhao could almost piece together the whole thing from the mouths of the people around him.

These years, Song Mingzhe had a hard time.

Ling Zhaozhao patted Song Mingzhe on the back as if coaxing a child, as if to comfort him.

"Well, that's good."

Ling Zhaozhao took a deep breath, as if he was happy for him.

Song Mingzhe rubbed her neck, and smelled Ling Zhaozhao's body, feeling extremely at ease.

"very nice."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help laughing when he heard Song Mingzhe's words.

"Are you happy and silly? Repeat my words like a robot."

Song Mingzhe couldn't help hugging Ling Zhaozhao even tighter when he heard what Ling Zhaozhao said.

"Zhao Zhao, I mean it's good to have you."

Song Mingzhe's words were like spring breeze, blowing on Ling Zhaozhao's heart, bringing bursts of tenderness.

He never dared to expect what kind of family he would have, he just wanted to do everything with a clear conscience.

He sealed himself in a small world, and it was Ling Zhaozhao who opened the door of his heart with the key.

She taught him how to love someone, how to learn to forgive, how to put away his edge without hurting the one who loves him.

She taught him a lot, and even gave him a family.

Ling Zhaozhao was startled suddenly, as if he didn't expect Song Mingzhe to say such disgusting words.

Ling Zhaozhao sniffed and hugged him even tighter.

"fool."

She cursed softly.