The president's pet daughter

This splash directly attracted the attention of the people around.

Song Mingzhe and Mu Yang also came back at this time.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao holding the cup tightly, not concealing his disdain, and He Shenghua's face being splashed with tea, Song Mingzhe's eyes suddenly darkened.

He understood Ling Zhaozhao's temperament, and he would not easily attack others, unless He Shenghua did something to her or said something.

"What did you do to Zhao Zhao? Huh?"

Song Mingzhe picked up He Shenghua's collar and pushed him against the back of the chair, wishing his eyes could turn into swords and poke holes in He Shenghua's body.

"Calm down, calm down, there are people here."

Mu Yang watched the people around them sizing them up, and couldn't help but tug on Song Mingzhe's sleeve.

He also felt that He Shenghua deserved to be treated like this by Song Mingzhe, but now that there are too many people, it's not good to do it. If it is posted on the Internet, it would be bad to be fueled by good people.

After all, people nowadays like to watch this kind of grievances between rich and powerful families.

"If you really can't, find an opportunity to fight outside quietly, just treat it as a face for me."

Mu Yang lowered his voice and whispered.

Now that the Mu family and the He family are cooperating, it's not good for him to watch Song Mingzhe and He Shenghua quarrel to this extent.

We must know that once Song Mingzhe made a move, He Shenghua's skin would be easily broken today.

Ling Zhaozhao saw the evil spirit in Song Mingzhe's eyes, and realized that Song Mingzhe was on the verge of fury.

The anger in her heart has been vented with this cup of tea. It would be really unreasonable to do it in front of so many people.

After all, she also experienced the power of the Internet last time.

"Mingzhe."

Ling Zhaozhao called Song Mingzhe's name in a low voice, trying to calm him down.

"Hey, I said, look at the tea on my face, shouldn't you ask what your girlfriend did to me?"

He Shenghua looked up at Song Mingzhe's furious expression, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips, not caring that his actions would anger Song Mingzhe even more.

The more he saw Song Mingzhe's expression, the more fun things were going.

Song Mingzhe, who had always maintained his composure, would show such an expression because of a woman.

It's funny, it's so much fun.

He Shenghua couldn't help but cast his eyes on Ling Zhaozhao again, as if he was thinking about what kind of charm she had that made Song Mingzhe protect her so much.

Song Mingzhe received Ling Zhaozhao's message, loosened He Shenghua's collar, and did not forget to pick up the paper towel on the table to wipe his hands, as if there was something dirty on He Shenghua's body.

Song Mingzhe looked at He Shenghua's slightly embarrassed look, and sneered.

"Deserving it."

His two concise words were full of sarcasm.

He Shenghua tidied up the messed up collar, and chuckled lightly.

He also picked up the tissue on the side and wiped the tea off his face.

"It's all a misunderstanding, it's all clear now."

Mu Yang was still trying his best to explain to the people around him, and he was relieved when he saw that everyone's curious eyes had been withdrawn a lot.

Panting, he sat on the seat, picked up the teacup in front of him, and poured it into his mouth.

He just finished talking.

The cold tea was bitter and astringent, and Mu Yang couldn't help but click his tongue.

His current mood was as bitter as this cup of tea.

It's hard to be a human being.

After recovering from the bitter tea, Mu Yang began to act as a peacemaker.

"Sister Zhaozhao, if this kid said or did something just now, don't mind too much, he is just such a crazy person."

He finally understood that it was useless to reason with Song Mingzhe himself.

If you want to coax Song Mingzhe well, you must coax Ling Zhaozhao well.

Ling Zhaozhao is simply the barometer of Song Mingzhe.

"It's a big deal, I'll help you vent your anger then."

Mu Yang lowered his voice and said in a voice that only two people could hear.

Some things are not easy for him to come out to the public, but it is okay to do it secretly.

Seeing Mu Yang's sincerity, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't say anything, but changed Song Mingzhe's cup of hot tea again.

She held Song Mingzhe's hand, with a sweet smile on her face again.

"What did you whisper to Mu Yang just now?"

Ling Zhaozhao didn't even give He Shenghua a look, as if this person didn't exist.

For Mu Yang's sake, she could only ignore He Shenghua.

He Shenghua seemed to sense Ling Zhaozhao's deliberate neglect, and rubbed his lips with his fingertips, wondering what he was thinking.

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, the expression on his face eased.

Shicai Mu Yang didn't say anything about the main points, he chose to pick and choose in order to let him look at his own face and avoid any conflict with He Shenghua.

The other thing is to remind him to be careful of He Shenghua's madness.

At this time, the dishes had been served one after another, Mu Yang turned the turntable, and deliberately turned the side with the most dishes to Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe.

"I didn't say anything to Mingzhe, since the food is served, let's eat quickly."

As he said that, Mu Yang patted He Shenghua's shoulder beside him, and said with a smile on his face.

"Blessed are you, kid. I invited you to eat this meal."

He managed to catch up with Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe for a meal, but he was messed up by the lunatic He Shenghua, so why was he feeling annoyed.

He Shenghua also heard the displeasure in Mu Yang's tone. Now that the cooperation between the Mu family and the He family is at a critical moment, he has to take care of Mu Yang's emotions.

Right now, he also understands that Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe deliberately treat him as air, and that he is sitting here, no doubt causing trouble for nothing.

"No need, I'm sitting here, and you can't seem to eat it."

He Shenghua calmly pushed away Mu Yang's hand on his shoulder, and said quite understandingly.

Seeing what he said, Mu Yang could only touch his nose.

It's okay, this lunatic is not beyond hopeless.

At least for now, I still look at people.

Mu Yang wanted He Shenghua to leave quickly, so he acquiesced to He Shenghua's words without any intention of keeping him.

"Eat it, anyway, there will be a long time in Japan, and there will be a period later."

He Shenghua gathered the clothes on his body, and said meaningfully.

When he said that there will be a period of time later, his eyes obviously stayed on Ling Zhaozhao.

Song Mingzhe felt He Shenghua's gaze, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

He turned slightly sideways, blocking He Shenghua's gaze from looking at Ling Zhaozhao.

He Shenghua met Song Mingzhe's gaze, and the air immediately filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"Goodbye then."

He Shenghua sneered, lowered his eyes slightly, and suppressed the expression in his own eyes.

The meaning of his words is not to see you again, but to see you again.