The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao sat for a while, seeing that Song Mingzhe was still indifferent, he finally couldn't help but linger beside him.

The sound of her turning the pages of the book was too deliberate, Song Mingzhe finally raised his eyelids and looked at her.

"My book is the new issue that just came out today."

Seeing him looking over, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help saying.

She blinked her eyes, as if there was a hint of offering a treasure in it.

Song Mingzhe glanced at the magazine, then hummed, thinking that Ling Zhaozhao doesn't seem to read this type of book on weekdays, which is a bit strange.

"How did you read this magazine?"

Usually she seems to take a detour about these things.

"I just want to see the content of this aspect, don't you have any opinions?"

Ling Zhaozhao asked a little shyly.

She also wanted to be able to have common topics with Song Mingzhe like Yun Qianqian.

If Song Mingzhe likes a talented woman who is knowledgeable and talented, then she doesn't mind pretending.

It's just that the process of disguising is more painful.

Ling Zhaozhao's head grew dizzy when he thought of the financial terminology he had memorized just now.

"I have no opinion."

Song Mingzhe glanced at the magazine in her hand, and replied casually.

He has nothing to say about this magazine, after all, this magazine is a low-end magazine for him.

Don't say what you think, even if it is delivered to him, he might not know how to look it over.

Because it is really unnecessary.

"Then you haven't discussed this magazine with my cousin today..."

Ling Zhaozhao snorted, and there was a sourness in his tone that he hadn't noticed yet.

Song Mingzhe noticed something wrong in her words, leaned on the back of the chair, and glanced at her with great interest.

"If you are interested in finance, it is best not to read this book, because it is not very professional."

"Also, the reason why I answered your cousin's question is because of your face."

If Yun Qianqian wasn't Ling Zhaozhao's cousin, then he would probably turn a deaf ear to those questions.

Not to mention answering her boring and obvious questions.

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao heard the first half of the sentence, he immediately closed the magazine, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help feeling a touch of sweetness in his heart.

So he answered Yun Qianqian's questions because of her, right?

The bright light shone on his face, outlining every inch of his facial line perfectly. Ling Zhaozhao stood beside him, stared into his eyes, and asked seriously.

"Then do you like the kind of girl who has a common topic with you?"

Every day when he fell in love with Song Mingzhe, Ling Zhaozhao thought very seriously about what type Song Mingzhe really liked.

He is indifferent to everything, and no one can guess his mind.

She didn't realize the gap between her and Song Mingzhe until today when she heard the conversation between Yun Qianqian and Song Mingzhe.

She can't discuss these very professional knowledge with Song Mingzhe, nor can she help Song Mingzhe in his work.

The gap between her and him is like the difference between clouds and mud.

Song Mingzhe realized that Ling Zhaozhao's question didn't seem like a random question in a joke, so he sat up slightly, with Ling Zhaozhao's figure in his deep eyes.

He thought that she already knew his favorite type.

"I don't like to use a standard to measure a person."

He spoke softly and slowly.

"As long as it's that person, it's even better if she can like me."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao and said meaningfully.

In fact, from the very beginning, he didn't have the mentality of following rules and regulations to find his life partner.

He didn't even think about starting a family.

It wasn't until the appearance of Ling Zhaozhao that he had a rough outline of his ideal partner.

Rather than saying that Ling Zhaozhao happened to be his favorite type, it would be better to say that Ling Zhaozhao became his favorite type.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at him half understanding.

She thought about it carefully for a while, and felt that what Song Mingzhe said was as if he hadn't said it, and her little face couldn't help but tangle up.

Can this man be more straightforward?

"I did not get it."

Ling Zhaozhao struggled for a while, and then said honestly.

Seeing her ignorant eyes, Song Mingzhe knew that she didn't understand what he said.

But it doesn't matter, she will understand sooner or later.

Song Mingzhe seemed to think of something, and his lips curved slightly.

"Free up your time the day after tomorrow and leave it to me."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Ling Zhaozhao was a little confused.

Well done, what would she do with the day after tomorrow?

Is there something big going to happen?

"Don't you want to know the answer to the question you just asked? You will know the day after tomorrow."

Song Mingzhe casually opened a document on the desktop, and said calmly.

He had planned this matter for a long time.

He originally thought that he could wait for Ling Zhaozhao to find out by himself, but now he couldn't wait any longer.

But when it fell into Ling Zhaozhao's ears, it had another meaning.

Does he mean that the day after tomorrow he will take himself to meet his ideal type?

The more Ling Zhaozhao thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was very high.

Otherwise, how could Song Mingzhe have always been indifferent to her, and even today has been hinting that she has no specific ideal type, as long as it is that person.

Doesn't this mean that he has found that person?

Old swan, do you want to kill people like this?

It's fine to reject her secretly, and take her to meet the person he likes.

Do you want her to see how much she weighs?

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes instantly became a little painful.

It was probably because her emotional changes were too volatile, Song Mingzhe couldn't help casting his gaze over.

"what happened?"

Why does she look weird.

"Can I not go the day after tomorrow?"

Ling Zhaozhao said weakly.

She didn't want to go to this kind of Shura field, and she didn't want to see Song Mingzhe falling in love with other women.

She even felt that after Song Mingzhe made things clear the day after tomorrow, their cooperation would come to an end.

Hit, really hit too hard.

Not only will she be broken in love, but she will also be endlessly urged to marry again.

Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao's disheartened expression, and didn't know that so many small theaters had been staged in her mind.

He frowned slightly, and said firmly.

"No."

She had to give herself this chance.

"Song Mingzhe, you are so annoying."

Ling Zhaozhao was furious.

She didn't know what strange habit this man had, and he actually wanted to lead the woman who had a crush on her to meet the woman he liked.

Perverted, really too perverted.

The more Ling Zhaozhao thought about it, the angrier he became, and he went straight back to his room.

Anyway, the legs are on her own body, she will never go there!