The president's pet daughter

But Ling Zhaozhao also knew how to measure, and he didn't show his petty temper in front of Song Mingzhe's mother, Shen Qiyu.

She even chatted affectionately with Shen Qiyu, intentionally ignoring Song Mingzhe, so that in the end Song Mingzhe was directly ignored by these two women who hit it off.

Song Mingzhe also knew that Ling Zhaozhao was playing petty temper, and he was not annoyed, but sat quietly and listened to their chat, drinking a sip of wine from time to time.

Obviously their topics are very common, but Song Mingzhe doesn't feel bored at all.

Song Mingzhe glanced lightly at Ling Zhaozhao, who was discussing happily, intentionally or unintentionally, and lowered his eyes to suppress the smile in his eyes, but the curvature of his lips became wider and wider.

Shen Qiyu noticed that her son's attention was all on Ling Zhaozhao, and the smile on the corner of his mouth didn't stop.

Later, it was Song Mingzhe who reminded his mother, Shen Qiyu, of the check-in time, otherwise Shen Qiyu really couldn't remember that he had to catch a plane.

She was used to being free, and she didn't want to trouble Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao to take her to the airport, anyway, she didn't bring any complicated things.

One pack per person is enough to travel the world.

She liked Ling Zhaozhao very much, and even exchanged contact information with Ling Zhaozhao, and said that Iceland would send Ling Zhaozhao aurora photos.

On the contrary, his own son, Song Mingzhe, did not receive such warm treatment. Even before leaving, Shen Qiyu forgot to care about his son who was neglected at the dinner table.

After Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe sent Shen Qiyu away at the entrance of the restaurant, Ling Zhaozhao was still envious of her freedom to leave whenever she wanted.

On the way to the garage, Song Mingzhe looked at the exceptionally quiet Ling Zhaozhao, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"What are you thinking about?"

He didn't expect that Ling Zhaozhao had a meal with his mother, and he was so autistic that he didn't say a word to him.

Or is she angry?

"I was thinking, how could your mother give birth to such a twisted you with such a passionate personality."

Ling Zhaozhao snorted coldly, and said meaningfully.

She went straight to the front of the car, opened the driver's door and sat in.

Song Mingzhe paused, seeing her in a hurry, a little smile appeared in his eyes.

She seems to dislike him very much today.

But she was unexpectedly cuter than usual.

Song Mingzhe drank, so naturally she drove.

Ling Zhaozhao fastened his seat belt, thinking of what Song Mingzhe said during the meal, he felt a little messed up.

She doesn't quite understand what the relationship between them is now. He said that he is his girlfriend. Is he serious or joking?

She really couldn't bear the feeling of scratching her cheeks and heart, so she took a deep breath and grabbed Song Mingzhe by the collar.

"You just said I'm your girlfriend, are you kidding me or are you serious?"

If he abuses his feelings at will based on his own liking, then this man doesn't matter.

She, Ling Zhaozhao, has always been able to afford it and let it go.

Song Mingzhe, who was grabbed by the collar by Ling Zhaozhao, was a little stunned, and smiled helplessly after hearing her question.

"Why don't you believe it?"

"The heirloom my mother gave you is a relic left to her by my grandmother when she passed away. She cherishes it very much. If you are not my girlfriend, how can I let you accept it?"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and there was a mellow aroma of wine on his body, and in the blink of an eye, there was a trace of romance that was completely different from usual.

The reason why Ling Zhaozhao accepted it was because she was worth it.

His delicate eyebrows, straight nose, and thin red lips seem to be the most effective Gu in the world.

Ling Zhaozhao stared at his handsome face close at hand, and couldn't help loosening his hands.

With beauty in front of her, she actually felt a dry mouth.

Really spineless.

Ling Zhaozhao's cheeks were slightly red, and he couldn't help but cursed himself inwardly.

She is angry!How can you start to sway because of beauty.

"Who wants to believe you? You didn't confess, you dragged me to see my aunt for no reason, and asked me if I liked you, but I didn't say anything clearly."

Ling Zhaozhao said in a muffled voice, seemingly extremely dissatisfied.

"Could it be that as long as I like you, I can be your girlfriend?"

Ling Zhaozhao is afraid that Song Mingzhe just thinks that he likes him, and they happen to have their own needs, so it doesn't matter if we all make do together.

But she couldn't accept such feelings.

She likes that her liking is not wishful thinking, but that she can get an upright response.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help chuckling when he heard her words.

Who did she take herself for?

If anyone who likes him can be his girlfriend, wouldn't his girlfriend be in France?

"Ling Zhaozhao, what are you thinking?"

He grinned, and stroked her hair with his hand.

It's like comforting a kitten with fur.

Then he approached slowly, staring into Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, and said seriously word by word.

"Of course I like you."

His straightforward words caused waves in Ling Zhaozhao's heart.

The smell of wine on his lips lingered on the tip of her nose, which seemed to make her drunk.

"Aren't you drunk? Is this what you said when you were sober?"

Ling Zhaozhao asked cautiously.

Since Song Mingzhe had a previous record of turning his face and denying it, she had to confirm it again and again.

Moreover, he drank a lot of wine today, and she didn't know his specific drinking capacity. If it was really drunk, wouldn't she be happy in vain?

Song Mingzhe laughed dumbly.

Has his trust in her become so low?

He did drink a little more today, but not enough to make him drunk.

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, took Ling Zhaozhao's hand, and put her hand on his heart.

Ling Zhaozhao felt the heartbeat in his palm, and his face flushed.

Song Mingzhe sighed, then moved closer to her, pausing on her lips for a while.

Well, it was indeed as soft as he thought day and night.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to kiss her suddenly, his beautiful eyes kept blinking, and his mind went blank.

At that moment just now, she clearly felt her heart beat faster in her palm.

Her heartbeat now seemed to be in sync with his.

"So, do you think I'm drunk now?"

Song Mingzhe reluctantly looked away from her lips, looking into her eyes, his deep and mellow voice was enough to make Ling Zhaozhao intoxicated.

Ling Zhaozhao looked into his deep eyes, trying to see something out of the ordinary, but looking around, there was only himself.

Ling Zhaozhao thought dizzily, he is not drunk now, but he seems to be drunk.