The president's pet daughter

In the end, the two got into the car under the eyes of Yunmei and Ling Shiyi.

"Well, just wait for the two of us to take a group photo, I will come back by myself then"

Ling Zhaozhao said thoughtfully after the co-pilot fastened his seat belt.

The group photo was mentioned by Yunmei, probably to check the post anytime and anywhere to see if she is dating Song Mingzhe properly.

"Ah."

Song Mingzhe responded coldly.

Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's answer, and remembered Song Mingzhe's face in the group, so he couldn't help curling his lips.

Remembering that Song Mingzhe drove Cullinan today, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but click his tongue.

"I didn't expect you to pick me up with such a good car. Could it be that the president doesn't need a car today, so you have a chance to drive?"

Song Mingzhe glanced at Ling Zhaozhao with a half-smile.

The president not only uses a car, but also acts as a driver.

Seeing that Song Mingzhe didn't answer, Ling Zhaozhao took it as a matter of course for him to acquiesce.

"It's better for you, kid. I'll cover Miss Ling for you in the future."

Listening to Ling Zhaozhao's self-question and answer, Song Mingzhe couldn't help but bend his mouth slightly.

The car moved forward and finally stopped in front of a secluded manor.

Ling Zhaozhao originally thought that Song Mingzhe took him to the manor as an excuse, but he didn't expect that he actually brought himself to a manor, so he was a little surprised.

"This is where?"

"A property under the president's name."

Song Mingzhe looked at the quiet and elegant manor, with emotions in his eyes.

This is the place where he lived when he was a child, and every year on this day he would come here, have a lunch alone, and then stay here for a day.

This year should have been deserted, but he somehow resisted.

Hearing these words, Ling Zhaozhao nodded thoughtfully.

As the president's secretary, it is also necessary to take care of the property under the president's name.

But when she followed Song Mingzhe into the manor and saw the dazzling array of meals on the restaurant table, she was shocked for a while.

"Is this... your work meal?"

What kind of fairy work is this?Not only is there a manor to visit, but it also includes food.

I don't know if it's too late for her to apply for a secretary now!

Song Mingzhe sat in the main seat and did not answer Ling Zhaozhao's question directly.

"Aren't you going to take a picture?"

He never liked that there were too many people in the manor. Even the chef had to leave after preparing the meals.

So in the huge manor, there are only the two of them at this moment.

Ling Zhaozhao woke up from the shock of the CEO's secretary's treatment, remembered his mission on this trip, took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the food on the table, walked to Song Mingzhe's side, and raised his mobile phone to take a photo with him.

The sky outside the window did not know when it was covered with dark clouds, and it was so dark that it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

boom -

A thunderclap pierced the inseparable dark clouds, and the bean-sized raindrops gradually gathered into a large piece, falling to the ground, splashing countless water splashes.

Ling Zhaozhao was so taken aback by the thunder that he almost lost his grip on the phone.

"Are you ready to shoot?"

Song Mingzhe's low voice echoed in her ears, like a spell that captivated people's hearts.

"Not yet... This angle is a bit unsightly."

Ling Zhaozhao came back to his senses, turned his face to the side to find an angle, but unexpectedly found that the distance between himself and Song Mingzhe was so close.

His thin and cool lips were slightly pursed, and his straight nose showed that his facial features were particularly well-defined, and he was so handsome that he didn't look like a mortal thing.

The distinct eyelashes cast shadows on his face, and his eyes were as unfathomable as the sea.

Ling Zhaozhao has never had such close contact with any opposite sex. She even felt that her breath could be sprayed on the opposite sex's face.

Her heart suddenly beat violently, and her fingertips trembled as she pressed the camera button.

Song Mingzhe was also not feeling well.

The fragrance of flowers and fruits from Ling Zhaozhao's body lingered at the tip of his nose, and he could see her fair and slender neck when he raised his head slightly.

After hearing the shutter sound, he slightly looked away, trying not to look at her glistening white neck.

There was a storm outside the window, but it was surprisingly quiet and peaceful inside.

Ling Zhaozhao, who was in a good mood, sat on his seat and looked at the group photo he had just taken, and bit his lip.

The photos are beautiful and perfect.

Perfect made her think of the word "good match" in her mind.