The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao rested on Song Mingzhe's shoulders, tiptoed lightly, and danced to the music.

To be honest, her dancing skills are not very good, she can only do simple ballroom dancing.

It can only be said that she has always been bold and crazy enough.

But with Song Mingzhe around, she wasn't afraid that she would lose face.

Most importantly, he will unswervingly accompany himself to be crazy.

In fact, Song Mingzhe didn't embarrass her either.

He is still too modest about his dancing skills. His level of dancing doesn't seem like he knows a little bit, but he seems to have practiced it.

He seemed to have noticed Ling Zhaozhao's inexperience in dancing steps, and guided her wholeheartedly to keep up with his steps, and sometimes whispered patiently, teaching Ling Zhaozhao how to move.

The smile on the corner of Ling Zhaozhao's mouth never came down, and he kept changing his dance steps following Song Mingzhe's steps.

The reason why she wanted to dance was because she thought of a dream she had when she was young.

In the dream, she was also in an open place, dancing ballroom dancing with her beloved.

This dream ran through her entire youth, until now, when she thinks about it, she still has a feeling that she can't distinguish between reality and dream.

It's just that in the dream, her so-called beloved can't see the face clearly, but in reality, her lover can be seen and touched, standing in front of her really.

Song Mingzhe hugged Ling Zhaozhao's waist, noticing her extraordinarily happy mood, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Was she that happy just by dancing?

"If you like dancing, another day I..."

Song Mingzhe pondered for a while, then suddenly spoke.

Before he finished speaking, Ling Zhaozhao knew what he wanted to do.

"Stop, I didn't expect that there would be another theater under some inexplicable name."

It wasn't that Ling Zhaozhao was joking, but she felt that Song Mingzhe was serious every time he said these words.

He seemed to be able to do anything for her as long as she was happy.

"I don't like to dance, but I like to dance with you."

The music slowly came to an end, and the dance steps of Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao gradually slowed down.

Ling Zhaozhao grabbed the collar of Song Mingzhe's chest, and said every word seriously.

It's not that she likes it, but she likes that he can accompany her to do it.

"Then I will accompany you from now on."

Song Mingzhe looked down at her, with indescribable emotions in his eyes.

He wanted too much to give her all the good things, and wanted her to be so happy all the time.

"Then it's an agreement. Now I want to go to the upper deck to enjoy the sea breeze."

Ling Zhaozhao hugged Song Mingzhe's neck, resting his chin on his chest, with a sweet smile on his lips.

Song Mingzhe was about to nod his head, but his eyes caught Ling Zhaozhao's bare feet.

He lowered his head slightly, bent down to pick up high heels for Ling Zhaozhao that had been thrown aside, squatted halfway in front of Ling Zhaozhao, and motioned her to stretch out her feet.

If he hadn't seen his actions, Ling Zhaozhao would have realized that he was dancing barefoot.

Ling Zhaozhao's heart warmed, and he stretched out his feet obediently, letting Song Mingzhe play with him.

Song Mingzhe helped Ling Zhaozhao put on his shoes gently, as devoutly as her faithful believer.

His kindness to her is reflected in the minutiae.

After putting on Ling Zhaozhao's shoes, Song Mingzhe stood beside her again.

Ling Zhaozhao embraced his arm tacitly, and followed his steps to the deck on the second floor.

There was a fishy and salty wind blowing on the sea surface, but it was not as harsh as Ling Zhaozhao imagined.

Thin mist rose from the sea, covering the entire sea, giving it a dreamlike feeling.

Ling Zhaozhao walked to the bow of the boat, leaned on the railing beside him, looked at the lighthouse not far away, and couldn't help but took a deep breath.

The sea air is really fresh.

Song Mingzhe looked at the expression on Ling Zhaozhao's face, his lips curled up, and he leaned against the railing and spoke slowly.

"What are you thinking about?"

She seemed to be enjoying herself and enjoying being here.

"I'm thinking about what I have to do to make you feel that this gift is worth it for me."

Ling Zhaozhao propped his chin with both hands, looking serious.

Song Mingzhe's kindness to her was somewhat beyond her expectation.

She was always thinking about what she had to do to make up for Song Mingzhe's kindness to her.

But Song Mingzhe gave her too much love, and she seemed to be unable to catch up no matter what she did.

His love for himself is too much, but his love for him is a little insignificant.

Song Mingzhe heard her uneasiness, and wrapped the fur around her body tightly for her, only her figure was reflected in his deep eyes.

"Zhao Zhao, I don't need you to do anything, you are worthy of my kindness to you."

She is smart and cute, with a bright and warm personality like a little sun, shining brightly on his originally extremely gloomy life.

Before Song Mingzhe met Ling Zhaozhao, he felt that everything in the world was not worthy of nostalgia. He lived in this world just to continue Song Jianguo's ridiculous ambition.

In fact, he did a great job, but he always felt empty.

He didn't know what he really wanted, and he didn't care about the lives of those around him at all.

He has lived a very restrained and sober life.

It wasn't until the appearance of Ling Zhaozhao that his stagnant life finally caused waves.

She taught him how to be nice to someone, how to feel the love around him, and how to manage a relationship.

He is not good enough, but Ling Zhaozhao has been tolerant of him.

She would not dislike his coldness, and opened her hands without hesitation to hug him, trying to melt away his indifference.

"You're the best girl I've ever met."

Song Mingzhe sighed softly and put his arms around her waist.

She and her family are so good that he always wants to be by their side.

Ling Zhaozhao blinked involuntarily when he heard Song Mingzhe's words.

His eyes were too hot, and his heart felt hot when he looked at her.

On the silent sea, they hugged each other tightly, and the noisy love screamed silently between them.

"I love you, Song Mingzhe."

Ling Zhaozhao wanted to say a lot, but the words were stuck in his mouth, but he couldn't get them out. Thousands of words could only be turned into three words, I love you.

Although short, it is powerful enough.

She may just like Song Mingzhe before, but now she only has a strong love for Song Mingzhe.

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, his throat rolled unconsciously.

She rarely expressed her love so straightforwardly.

Recently, she seems to be getting cuter and cuter.

Song Mingzhe thought of her extraordinarily happy appearance today, and the smile on the corner of his mouth continued to widen. He pinched Ling Zhaozhao's face, his voice a little low.

"Otherwise I'll buy another cruise ship, and you repeat what you just said."

"...You better shut up."