The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe looked calm.

He held Ling Zhaozhao's hand, interlocked her fingers, and walked in front of the half-race beauty.

"Zhe, you came just in time, this is..."

When Fang Musi saw Song Mingzhe, he had a shy and timid expression on his face.

She looks very special, with a pair of deep brown pupils, and a three-dimensional Asian face, so beautiful that she has a sense of luxury.

Until she saw a woman standing beside Song Mingzhe, and Song Mingzhe was still interlocking fingers with this woman, the expression on her face could not help but change slightly.

She had never seen Song Mingzhe have such intimate contact with any woman.

Fang Musi looked Ling Zhaozhao up and down, and couldn't help guessing Ling Zhaozhao's identity.

For the convenience of going out, Ling Zhaozhao dressed loosely and casually, with a braid and no makeup. He looked like a pure high school girl.

"Is this your sister? She does look a bit like you."

Fang Musi deliberately avoided the answer that would break her heart, and gave an excuse that she could accept.

According to her intuition, an elite man like Song Mingzhe would not like this kind of appetizer.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Fang Musi's intimate voice, his fist almost hardened.

After hearing Fang Musi say that she was Song Mingzhe's younger sister, she couldn't hold back anymore.

Whose sister would stand so close to her brother, holding hands so tightly?

"Brother, who is this sister? Don't you want to introduce me?"

Ling Zhaozhao said with a half smile.

He'd better be able to explain clearly who this woman who popped up out of nowhere in a foreign country was inexplicably.

If she hadn't come today, would he have had dinner with this woman?

Song Mingzhe felt the unusual aura from Ling Zhaozhao, and coughed lightly.

"This is my partner and my college classmate, Fang Musi."

Song Mingzhe thought for a while, and explained to Ling Zhaozhao with a voice that could only be heard by two people.

"Even if you didn't come, I planned to ask Aunt Xiang to come with me."

Fang Musi's meal, to be precise, he has refused no less than five times.

It's just that Fang Musi made an appointment for dinner in the name of his partner this time, and Song Mingzhe couldn't refuse.

He was also afraid that Fang Musi would not talk about work at the dinner table because he was not interested in drinking this time, so he planned to ask Aunt Xiang to come with him.

Although Aunt Xiang is an elder who is easy to get along with, but she looks calm and pretentious, which must make Fang Musi feel a little oppressed, so as to reduce unnecessary troubles.

When Fang Musi saw Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao whispering intimately, his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in her heart.

"This is my fiancee, Ling Zhaozhao."

Song Mingzhe suppressed the tenderness in his eyes, and his cold tone was enough to break Fang Musi's girlish heart.

He didn't even use the word girlfriend, he just used fiancee.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's title, the unhappiness in his heart dissipated a lot.

"It's no wonder my sister said that we look alike. Maybe this is what other people say about husband and wife."

Ling Zhaozhao blinked, and his tone was like a very small green tea.

She has never eaten pork but has seen pigs running. These years, there is no shortage of disgusting green tea around her. She also knows what kind of tone and words can make people most angry.

For the woman who coveted Song Mingzhe and deliberately guessed her identity wrong, she couldn't help but be kind.

Sure enough, after listening to Ling Zhaozhao's words, Fang Musi's face became a little ugly.

She has been working abroad these years, so she is naturally a little behind on Song Mingzhe's news.

What's more, the relationship between Song Mingzhe and her in college was just nodding acquaintances, not that much acquaintance.

She fell in love with Song Mingzhe at first sight when she was in college, and chased Song Mingzhe hard for a while, but she didn't get any response.

I thought her fate with Song Mingzhe would end here.

Unexpectedly, in this job, she would be able to meet Song Mingzhe again, and let her know that Song Mingzhe is now better than before.

How could this not make her heart throb again.

Over the years, she has experienced and grown a lot. She has met many men of all kinds, and has a certain understanding of her own charm.

There are very few men who do not bow down under her pomegranate skirt.

So she has always been bound to win Song Mingzhe.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe even has a fiancée.

That flower of high mountains that no one can match was actually picked by a little green tea.

How does this convince her?

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's pretentious voice, he knew that she was up to something, and his lips curled up involuntarily.

"Sit down first."

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, and was about to find a seat to sit down at random, but Song Mingzhe didn't expect Song Mingzhe to push her directly on the main seat.

Just from this small action, Fang Musi knew how much Ling Zhaozhao held in Song Mingzhe's heart.

He even sees this woman as the central focus all the time.

Fang Musi bit her lower lip, and readjusted her expression, as if only Song Mingzhe was in her eyes.

"Zhe, I've ordered dishes according to your taste just now, if it's not enough, I can add some more."

After she finished this sentence, the rest of the words suddenly became French again.

Fang Musi glanced provocatively at Ling Zhaozhao, who was full of innocence, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

The hors d'oeuvres were bland, and the starters might be unique, but they had little connotation.

Song Mingzhe has always had his eyes high above the top, so he naturally looks down on people who are too different from him.

From the looks of it, Ling Zhaozhao didn't seem like someone who could communicate with Song Mingzhe freely in different languages.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but clicked his tongue when he heard Fang Musi's words changed into another language and received her provocative gaze.

There were only three people present, and there were no foreigners, so why bother to switch to another language to speak.

Even if they ate French food, speaking French here would be a bit of a show off.

"Oh, I forgot. My sister is not familiar with the place where she was born. Maybe she didn't understand what I just said. It's also my fault. I forgot to take care of you for a while, or I will translate it for you again?"

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, Fang Musi thought she really didn't understand, so she covered her mouth and smiled.

People like Ling Zhaozhao are nothing compared to her, and I don't know what Song Mingzhe is interested in her.

Looking at Fang Musi's hypocritical attitude, Ling Zhaozhao was speechless for a while.

This sister's small thoughts are almost clearly written on her face, and she doesn't know how to restrain herself.

Song Mingzhe also felt that Fang Musi seemed to be deliberately embarrassing Ling Zhaozhao, so he pursed his lips and prepared to translate for Ling Zhaozhao.