The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao was ruthlessly driven into the next room by Song Mingzhe.

But it wasn't as tiring as she imagined, after all, the room was cleaned in advance, and Song Mingzhe also helped her organize everything.

She left in a hurry and didn't bring much with her.

"go to bed early."

Seeing that everything was packed, Song Mingzhe seemed to want to hug her.

Ling Zhaozhao was angry and avoided his embrace directly.

"Eldest Young Master Song is pure and clean, I'm afraid I'll tarnish you."

They all slept in separate beds, so what else to hug.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's eccentric look.

"Zhao Zhao, Aunt Xiang lives next door to us."

If it weren't for Aunt Xiang, he wouldn't have opened an extra room for Ling Zhaozhao.

After all, the smell of her body, he smelled especially good to fall asleep.

Only then did Ling Zhaozhao realize what Song Mingzhe meant.

"Are you afraid that Aunt Xiang will think I'm too aggressive?"

She had forgotten about the fact that Aunt Xiang lived next door, and only after she realized it did she realize Song Mingzhe's good intentions.

After all, the two of them are just boyfriend and girlfriend. Sometimes they are too close, which makes people feel too frivolous.

"No."

"I'm afraid they think I'm sanctimonious."

Song Mingzhe rubbed Ling Zhaozhao's hair, a glimmer of darkness flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps Ling Zhaozhao didn't know, but he had been trying his best to restrain himself.

He really wasn't as calm as he appeared on the surface.

Looking at Song Mingzhe's composed expression, Ling Zhaozhao thought he was coaxing himself, hugged him, and was about to send him away.

"Good night, I'm tired today too, go to bed early."

Ling Zhaozhao stretched, as if he was really sleepy.

Song Mingzhe, who was embraced by Ling Zhaozhao, kept expanding his smile.

"See you tomorrow."

He lightly kissed Ling Zhaozhao's forehead, and said softly.

Ling Zhaozhao blushed from his gentle kiss, put his hands next to his cheeks, and hummed in a low voice.

But my heart was a little excited.

The purpose of her coming here is not to see him every tomorrow.

She can finally stop talking about lovesickness in her dreams tonight.

……

When Ling Zhaozhao woke up, he immediately fell into a dark sleep.

She hadn't completely reversed the jet lag, she woke up and fell asleep in a daze, and it was already afternoon when she opened her eyes.

Turning on the phone, I saw Song Mingzhe's message.

Instead of bombarding Ling Zhaozhao with messages, he sent text messages every two hours to check if Ling Zhaozhao was awake.

Ling Zhaozhao checked the news again, reported Yunmei and Ling Shiyi's safety before putting down the phone.

If she had sneaked out in the past, she would have been scolded bloody by Yunmei and Ling Shiyi.

But if he came to Song Mingzhe, the nature of the matter seemed to be different.

Yunmei and Ling Shiyi not only didn't scold her, but also gave her an extra sum of money to let her have fun for a few days.

Song Mingzhe seems to be synonymous with safety, as long as he is around, Ling Zhaozhao can avoid many troubles.

Ling Zhaozhao lay down for a while, then slowly got up from the bed, and knocked on the door of Song Mingzhe's room after washing up.

Not long after, Song Mingzhe opened the door for her.

He didn't seem to go out today, and he was dressed a little more casually than before, adding a touch of laziness.

Although the hair was a little messy, it was unexpectedly soft and less sharp than it used to be.

"Did you sleep well?"

He rubbed Ling Zhaozhao's hair, like coaxing a child.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded and smelled the fragrance coming from his room.

Song Mingzhe knew she was hungry when he saw her expression.

He reckoned that Ling Zhaozhao would wake up at this hour at the latest, so he took the time to ask them to deliver Ling Zhaozhao's favorite food.

Everything is just right.

"Let's eat first."

Song Mingzhe smiled slightly.

He put the things on the coffee table and asked Ling Zhaozhao to sit on the sofa to eat, which was more comfortable.

Ling Zhaozhao just sat on the sofa when he suddenly felt a foreign body sensation.

She casually picked up the thing that was holding her, and found that it was an exquisite box, its surface was transparent, and she seemed to see the lace edge in a daze.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't take it seriously at first, but for some reason after thinking about it, a strange idea appeared in his mind.

She took the box back with some uncertainty, and then looked at Song Mingzhe in disbelief.

"Whose underwear is this?"

This complete set of women's underwear is too imaginative.

"It's going to rain all the time these few days. You don't have many clothes. I bought some for you as a spare."

Song Mingzhe's expression was very calm, as if he bought Ling Zhaozhao a small skirt or ordinary clothes.

When he helped Ling Zhaozhao pack her things yesterday, he found that she brought relatively few changes of clothes.

It's the rainy season here, and her clothes are not enough to change.

So he asked Rong Yuan to buy some clothes and send them over.

Rong Yuan has other things to do these days, so he doesn't live here.

"Then how do you know my size..."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the size marked on the box, hesitated for a moment, and asked, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

I have to say that Song Mingzhe is really careful, he is simply a good boyfriend of 24 filial piety.

She is careful and considerate, and even considers the change of clothes for her.

But how did he grasp this size?

And it's exactly the same as what she wears on weekdays.

visual inspection?or something else...

Ling Zhaozhao's thoughts scattered, and he directly thought of those aspects that were indescribable and unspeakable.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but look down at his chest.

She felt that even if there were some outlines, it would be difficult to detect them so accurately with the naked eye.

Unless his eyes are rulers.

Looking at Ling Zhaozhao's expression, Song Mingzhe knew what she was thinking.

"You'll know if you hug more."

He answered concisely.

Practice makes perfect, if he hugs a lot, he will naturally know the range.

But fortunately, she has a relatively perfect figure, so she didn't spend so much thought on guessing this matter.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't seem to have expected his measurement method to be so simple and crude yet reasonable, so he was overwhelmed by his logic.

She blushed suddenly with embarrassment.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Ling Zhaozhao was worried that he couldn't find a reason to end this somewhat shy topic, so he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and stood up from the sofa.

"I'll open the door."

If we continued talking, she felt that she was going to lose the mood to eat.

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao opened the door, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, who was in high spirits.

When the middle-aged man saw Ling Zhaozhao, a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

He looked at the door number and double-checked that he hadn't gone wrong.

Their young master did indeed live in this room.