The president's pet daughter

After being kissed by Song Mingzhe, Ling Zhaozhao was so flustered that he almost couldn't even drive back to the hotel.

Her appearance made Song Mingzhe couldn't help chuckling on the road.

After parking the car, Ling Zhaozhao's head was still dizzy.

She couldn't believe that she was officially with Song Mingzhe.

"How long are you going to be in the car?"

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's delay in getting out of the car, Song Mingzhe couldn't help but opened the driver's door and looked at her with some amusement.

Isn't she usually quite bold?

Why was kissed, as if even the soul flew away.

Not to mention those who were lost along the way, even when they got to the place, they dawdled in the car and refused to get off.

What, did he give her a heartbreaker?

Song Mingzhe bent down to help her unbuckle her seat belt, gently took her hand, and pulled her out of the car.

Ling Zhaozhao felt the warmth of his palms, and there was an uncontrollable smile on his lips, and his withdrawn thoughts instantly returned to the real world.

She secretly pinched herself, and found that it was not a dream, but a sweet taste in her heart.

There is no cheating on her in the novel, and the feeling of falling in love is really good.

She secretly glanced at Song Mingzhe who was standing beside her, feeling a little shy.

They walked from the garage to the elevator, which was empty.

Song Mingzhe held her hand, looked at the elevator's ascending floors, and inadvertently caught Ling Zhaozhao's rosy lips.

After being kissed by him just now, Ling Zhaozhao's lips seemed to be more rosy.

His eyes dimmed, and he unconsciously tightened Ling Zhaozhao's hand.

Ling Zhaozhao still doesn't know what's going on in the heart of the man beside him, and he still wants to talk about something better.

"Did you say that your aunt has already boarded the plane?"

Ling Zhaozhao thought for a while, and managed to find a topic.

She looked up at Song Mingzhe, with stars in her eyes.

Song Mingzhe didn't pay attention to her question at all, and just answered casually.

"Maybe."

His mother, Shen Qiyu, came and went like the wind, and she never liked to report her whereabouts to others. Even if she had already boarded the plane, she probably wouldn't tell him.

He has long been used to this feeling.

Song Mingzhe looked sideways at Ling Zhaozhao's lips frequently, Ling Zhaozhao also seemed to feel something unusual, and looked at him with some puzzled eyes.

Is there something on her face?Otherwise, why did he keep looking at her?

"what's wrong?"

Her soft voice flowed from her pretty lips, and the elongated ending sound seemed to tickle Song Mingzhe's heart.

Song Mingzhe sighed lightly, as if surrendering to his desire, he stretched out his arms to wrap around Ling Zhaozhao's waist.

His generous palm pressed the back of her head, urging her to move closer to him.

Song Mingzhe leaned over slightly and kissed her lips.

Ling Zhaozhao felt the pressure coming from him, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

Kissing is indeed a wonderful thing.

Make her shy, but also let her look forward to it.

Song Mingzhe turned on her lips for a long time, feeling her straight back.

He opened his eyes, looked at Ling Zhaozhao who closed his eyes tightly, and suddenly let out a low laugh.

His strength on her waist increased a little, as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood.

When Ling Zhaozhao was kissed in a mess, he heard the harsh and playful words of the man in front of him.

"Zhao Zhao, open your mouth."

He deliberately seduced her step by step.

In the empty elevator, Ling Zhaozhao's sense of shame soared to the extreme because of this sentence.

She grabbed the coat on his chest, and after a fierce ideological struggle, she opened her lips obediently.

Song Mingzhe stroked her hair, as if to express his satisfaction with her performance.

Afterwards, they invaded her reason mercilessly and plundered her city.

Ling Zhaozhao had no power to resist Song Mingzhe's attack, and could only float on this wonderful feeling like a piece of driftwood.

The scent of wine on his lips lingered on her lips, leaving his taste everywhere.

Ling Zhaozhao was powerless to resist his kiss, and had no way to escape.

With a ding dong, the elevator slowly stopped on the top floor.

Song Mingzhe reluctantly let go of her lips.

Ling Zhaozhao was so kissed that he was out of breath, and his whole body was limp.

Song Mingzhe lowered his head and straightened the collar that Ling Zhaozhao had grabbed, but he still didn't let go of his hand on her waist.

Looking at the calm-faced man beside him, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help snorting.

"You're not afraid of a passerby coming in halfway."

Then her gaze shifted to the monitor of the elevator, wishing she could find a crack in the ground and get in.

"And there is surveillance here."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, as if she was extremely shy.

Song Mingzhe followed her gaze to look at the obstructing camera, and his lips curled up.

"so what?"

Listening to this shameless speech, Ling Zhaozhao was so ashamed that he couldn't even lift his head.

Then, as if she remembered something, she couldn't help raising her head and glaring at Song Mingzhe.

"You are so good at kissing, have you ever kissed?"

Hearing these words, Song Mingzhe hugged her waist and laughed dumbly.

He wouldn't tell Ling Zhaozhao how long he had been thinking about this moment in the dead of countless nights.

"Maybe I'm gifted."

Hearing Song Mingzhe's cheeky words, Ling Zhaozhao scolded him shamelessly in his heart.

It wasn't until returning to the room that Ling Zhaozhao broke free from Song Mingzhe's hand on her waist.

She touched the white jade ring in her pocket, and couldn't help asking a question that had troubled herself for a long time.

"Does your family run an antique shop? Otherwise, how could there be so many treasures?"

Everything is heirloom and looks the same as the wholesale ones.

Song Mingzhe looked into her eyes, his deep voice was enough to make people intoxicated.

"I don't know if they will open an antique shop or not, but I only have one baby."

He looked at Ling Zhaozhao with tenderness in his eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao was directly shocked by Song Mingzhe's coquettish words.

Why after he drank, every word he said could make her blush and her heart beat.

Could it be that wine is his gossip switch?

"...You'd better not drink any more in the future."

Ling Zhaozhao blushed when he was teased, and said while holding his hot face in disappointment.

"why?"

Song Mingzhe frowned lightly.

He didn't get drunk and do anything he shouldn't have done.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't express his feelings at this moment in words.

She could only blushed, and lightly said "I'm going to take a bath", and then fled in front of Song Mingzhe.

She finally understood that after Song Mingzhe drank the wine, if he didn't speak, he said something astonishing as soon as he opened his mouth.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's flustered back, a little puzzled.

Women are really weird. If you don't understand clearly enough, she will say you are too screwy.

It was too straightforward, and she couldn't stand it.

It seems that he still needs to study the psychology called Ling Zhaozhao carefully.