The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao wrapped himself up warmly, and opened his hands in front of Song Mingzhe to ask for credit.

"I'm warm now."

Not only did she wear a thick coat, she even wore a knitted hat and gloves.

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao was really listening to him obediently, Song Mingzhe's lips curled up.

His eyes moved down slightly, and he saw Ling Zhaozhao's exposed smooth neck. He took off his scarf and wrapped it tightly around Ling Zhaozhao's neck.

His scarf was too big, wrapped around Ling Zhaozhao's neck, making her face extraordinarily small.

"Let's go."

Song Mingzhe looked at his little friend with a smile, and stretched out his hand to signal Ling Zhaozhao to hold him.

Ling Zhaozhao grasped his palm knowingly, interlocking his fingers with crooked eyebrows.

It's great, no matter how crazy her ideas are, he can accompany her to fly around.

Ling Zhaozhao lowered his eyes slightly to suppress the smile in his eyes, but tightened the hand that held his fingers.

There is a garden behind the hotel, probably due to the cold weather, there are no people in the garden at this time.

In the huge garden, only the two of them walked side by side.

It was snowing really hard today, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow. Ling Zhaozhao pulled Song Mingzhe, quietly feeling the wonderful feeling coming from his feet.

Song Mingzhe was afraid that she would fall, so he looked at her intently.

Snowflakes fell in pieces and landed on her hat, which also stained her eyebrows and eyes white.

Ling Zhaozhao looked sideways, and Song Mingzhe's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were also stained with the same whiteness as hers.

She still remembered the last time, when they walked side by side in the light snow, the distance between them was so close.

In just a few days, they walked hand in hand in the vast snow.

I have to say that fate is really a wonderful thing.

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Mingzhe felt Ling Zhaozhao's gaze looking at him, and seeing that she seemed to be in a daze, he couldn't help asking.

Did her weird little head come up with another idea?

Ling Zhaozhao just smiled slightly, and looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky.

"I was thinking how beautiful the moonlight is."

Once again, she expressed her feelings cryptically.

I just don't know if Song Mingzhe will be so puzzled this time.

Song Mingzhe followed her gaze, but felt that the bright moonlight was not as good as one-tenth of the people around him.

"Fortunately."

He spoke his mind frankly.

The romantic thoughts in Ling Zhaozhao's heart disappeared instantly.

It seems that Song Mingzhe is still the same Song Mingzhe, and has not improved because of being together.

Ling Zhaozhao even began to miss Song Mingzhe who had been drinking.

Although her little romance is disillusioned, the snowman she dreams of day and night still needs to be built.

Ling Zhaozhao picked a place and prepared to start building the snowman's body layer by layer.

Song Mingzhe quietly looked for materials for her, and would only do it when she encountered difficulties.

After all, building a snowman is something Ling Zhaozhao especially wants to do with his own hands, so naturally it is better for her to do it herself.

The two of them built the snowman tacitly. Ling Zhaozhao picked up a branch and put a big smile on the snowman.

Apart from having no nose, Ling Zhaozhao also felt that this snowman was considered perfect.

Ling Zhaozhao, who had finished building the snowman, breathed on the gloves to warm up.

Even though she was wearing gloves, she still felt the biting cold uncontrollably.

Seeing the branch in her hand, she unconsciously drew a love heart on the snow.

I even wanted to write her and Song Mingzhe's names on both sides of the heart.

But she was afraid that doing so would make Song Mingzhe think she was naive and hesitated.

Seeing this, Song Mingzhe held her hand and wrote their names on the snow.

His palm was very warm, covering her hand, making her heart numb.

He always seems to be able to see through his own mind, no matter when and where.

"Don't you think this is childish?"

Ling Zhaozhao felt a little embarrassed looking at the two names dancing in the snow.

After calming down now, she really felt that her thoughts just now were very indescribable.

What's even more frightening is that Song Mingzhe followed her idea into action.

No wonder it is said that falling in love makes people stupid.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that she and Song Mingzhe were like two idiots now.

"As long as you are happy."

Song Mingzhe took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around her waist, and met her eyes.

Naive is naive, as long as she likes, he is willing to accompany her.

Anyway, now in her life trajectory, I have to have a place.

In the long years to come, he was willing to accompany her to do these crazy and childish things.

Ling Zhaozhao touched his nose subconsciously, his eyes moved slightly.

I have to say that such a gentle Song Mingzhe really fascinated her.

How could she be able to make him so obedient.

"Look at my famous snowman, doesn't it look good?"

Ling Zhaozhao changed the topic, smiling like a child.

Song Mingzhe looked at the horrific pile of snowmen in front of him, and nodded against his will.

"nice."

After all, she piled it with her own hands, and in his eyes, it is the most beautiful in the world.

Ling Zhaozhao was affirmed by Song Mingzhe, and he couldn't help feeling elated.

She took out her mobile phone and took a picture of the snowman she made and the words the two of them wrote together just now, as if thinking of something, she turned to Song Mingzhe.

She opened her arms, wanting a hug as a reward.

In order to make his little thoughts less obvious, Ling Zhaozhao clumsily found an excuse.

"Little Songzi, I'm so cold."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao, who was tightly wrapped, and raised his eyebrows.

She is so squeamish, if it was really cold, she would have started talking when she left the door, why wait until now.

After Song Mingzhe came to his senses, he figured out what she was planning, and couldn't help but chuckled.

Even if she didn't say this, he would hug her the moment she opened her hand.

He pulled her into his arms, wrapped her hands around his waist, and warmed her with his own body temperature.

The sound of his breathing lingered in her ears, Ling Zhaozhao felt his strong heartbeat, his face was slightly red.

At the same time, the tip of her nose was slightly sore from being touched.

She felt Song Mingzhe's unconditional preference and pampering for her.

In the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky, they stood in the snow and hugged each other, as beautiful as a painting.

Even after a long time, whenever Ling Zhaozhao recalled this moment, he still couldn't forget the feeling of heartbeat at that time.

After all, that night, she realized how strong her love for Song Mingzhe was.

Heavy snow can cover up the promise they wrote together, but it can't cover up their passionate love.