The president's pet daughter

"No, but I don't like these dishes very much, so I don't need to order them."

Ling Zhaozhao smiled slightly, and used fluent French to mention a few of the dishes that Fang Musi mentioned just now.

Oh, look down on who.

Fortunately, the second degree she took at university that year was French.

Coincidentally, she studied hard for a long time in order to get a high score.

Fang Musi didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao to be able to speak French so fluently, so she couldn't help being taken aback.

It has to be said that Ling Zhaozhao's pronunciation of some words is even more standard than hers.

Ling Zhaozhao covered his mouth and smiled, the fragrance of tea was overflowing.

"Oh, it seems that I accidentally messed with the class, I still have to learn from my sister."

The expression on Fang Musi's face froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond to Ling Zhaozhao's words.

In terms of learning, perhaps she is more likely to learn from Ling Zhaozhao.

"Not so..."

Fang Musi's voice was a little softer, looking a little embarrassed.

Song Mingzhe didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao to speak French so well, so he couldn't help but patted her head.

"well done."

He was afraid that she would suffer a loss just now.

His soft three words undoubtedly gave Ling Zhaozhao great affirmation.

The dishes were all served one after another, and Ling Zhaozhao, following the strategy of ignoring people to the end, pulled Song Mingzhe's sleeves, acting coquettishly as a mastermind.

"I want to drink water..."

"Let's make this smaller..."

"There seems to be something on my lips, I need to wipe it off..."

Ling Zhaozhao's words undoubtedly turned into thorns, deeply piercing Fang Musi's heart.

Rao is well-informed, and she has never seen a woman who asks so much.

In her memory, Song Mingzhe was a very cold-hearted person.

He hated all trouble and never asked for it.

But now it seems that the woman sitting next to him is his biggest trouble.

Asking for this and that all at once seems to never stop.

What broke her defense the most was that Song Mingzhe had always been patient with Ling Zhaozhao.

No matter how small or complicated Ling Zhaozhao's request was, Song Mingzhe did his best to satisfy her.

"Sister, you have a lot of things to do after a meal."

In front of Song Mingzhe, Fang Musi didn't want to speak so harshly, so she had to say it tactfully.

"Zhe will be tired if he does this."

She sighed, as if she felt sorry for Song Mingzhe being tortured by Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao sneered in his heart, and was about to speak, but felt the eagerness of the people around him.

Fang Musi's skirt seemed to brush her leg inadvertently.

Although this table is a round table for three people to sit on, it is not so small that even the legs can't fit properly, and it needs to be moved from time to time.

The only reason for Fang Musi to do this was Song Mingzhe who was sitting opposite Fang Musi.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but groaned in his heart.

He actually did such a small trick below her back.

Ling Zhaozhao smiled sweetly, took Song Mingzhe's arm, and said affectionately.

"My brother will definitely not feel tired, will he?"

As Ling Zhaozhao spoke, he blocked his leg in front of Fang Musi's handed leg.

She blinked her eyes, and stepped on Fang Musi quickly and hard.

Fang Musi originally thought of making a little contact with Song Mingzhe secretly, maybe Song Mingzhe would develop feelings for her.

Unexpectedly, she was caught by Ling Zhaozhao.

Before she could react, Ling Zhaozhao stepped on her so hard that her tears almost came out.

But she still can't show a little abnormality in this high-end restaurant, leaving aside the dining etiquette, after all, she is the one who is at fault.

"of course not."

Song Mingzhe still didn't know what kind of bloody wind was going on under the table, he looked at Ling Zhaozhao with tenderness in his eyes.

Seeing Song Mingzhe's obedience to Ling Zhaozhao, Fang Musi felt that his body and mind were suffering double torture.

She couldn't even tell for a moment whether the pain in the body or in the mind was stronger.

"Sister, it seems that you are worrying too much."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Fang Musi, propped his chin with one hand, and smiled slightly.

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes seemed to be admiring Fang Musi's embarrassment of pretending to be calm.

Fang Musi was so painful that even a little sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't find the words to answer Ling Zhaozhao for a while.

She understood that the woman in front of her was no appetizer.

This is clearly a piranha!

I don't know whether Fang Musi suddenly realized that her thoughts were not right, or she felt that Ling Zhaozhao was not easy to mess with, but Fang Musi didn't make any troubles until the end of the meal.

Song Mingzhe didn't want to owe Fang Musi a meal for no reason, and he settled the bill quietly in the end.

Before leaving, Ling Zhaozhao said goodbye to Fang Musi very politely.

But the expression on Fang Musi's face seemed to tell Ling Zhaozhao brightly that she never wanted to see Ling Zhaozhao again.

Until returning to the hotel, Ling Zhaozhao was in a good mood.

After tossing and tossing for so long, she was also a little tired. She was going to open the suitcase, take out her clothes and put them away, and finally wash up and rest.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe stopped her from opening the suitcase.

He put his hand on Ling Zhaozhao's suitcase, and pursed his lips.

"Zhao Zhao, your room is next door."

He had just opened a new room for Ling Zhaozhao, which was only a wall away from his room.

Ling Zhaozhao supported the trolley of the suitcase, feeling a little unbelievable.

They had shared the bed so many times that she was used to sleeping with him day and night.

Nothing substantial had happened, but all in all she didn't think it was a big deal for the two of them to sleep together.

Why do you have to sleep in separate beds now?

He didn't care about it before, why did he suddenly care about it now?

Even before when they shared the same bed, Song Mingzhe especially liked to fall asleep with his arms around her.

Tsk, a man's heart is really a needle in the sea.

I can never guess what this man is thinking.

If Ling Zhaozhao was full of energy, she would never reject Song Mingzhe's reason to sleep in separate beds, but now she is exhausted physically and mentally, and she doesn't want to move anymore.

"Brother, are you willing to sleep alone alone?"

Ling Zhaozhao stared at him, curled his lips, as if he was acting like a baby.

She tried to escape the fact of moving the room by acting like a baby.

She did find out that Song Mingzhe especially liked to hear her calling the word brother today.

As soon as he said these two words, Song Mingzhe felt very happy.

Although he didn't show it on the face, Ling Zhaozhao still felt it keenly.

Sure enough, Song Mingzhe's expression softened a bit after hearing the name "brother".

But he quickly returned to his coldness.

"Worthy."

He looked resolute, as if he was Liu Xiahui.