The president's pet daughter

"Hi, I'm looking for..."

The housekeeper, Chen Fu, thought about his choice of words, and in the middle of speaking, a tall figure appeared in front of his eyes.

"Fauber."

Song Mingzhe walked to the door and saw the butler Chen Fu, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

He subconsciously stood in front of Ling Zhaozhao.

"Master."

The butler Chen Fugong bowed to Song Mingzhe respectfully, with his hands crossed and his eyes sincere.

"Master is sick, I would like to invite you to visit him over there."

Ling Zhaozhao hid behind Song Mingzhe, and when he heard the middle-aged man address Song Mingzhe, he couldn't help but click his tongue secretly.

It seems that Song Mingzhe is really a rich second generation with deep merit and fame.

"Go to the doctor when you are sick. If you don't know someone, I can help introduce you."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, but did not take over what the butler Chen Fu said.

What to do with him when you are sick, and he doesn't know any medical skills.

Song Jianguo has been in charge of the subsidiary's business here recently. It's obvious that the two father and son are in the same city, but they don't have any contact with each other.

The butler Chen Fu heard the indifference in Song Mingzhe's words, and couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Since your father is ill, let's go and have a look, maybe there is something that can help."

Ling Zhaozhao tugged at the corner of Song Mingzhe's clothes behind him, and persuaded him in a low voice.

She knew that Song Mingzhe had always had an affair with his father, but no matter what, they were all blood relatives.

Ling Zhaozhao also understands Song Mingzhe's character. Although he is cold on the surface, deep down he values ​​love and righteousness.

Because of this, she would persuade him.

When the housekeeper Chen Fu heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, he couldn't help but give her an extra look.

He originally thought that Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe were just ordinary friends, and it was purely a coincidence that Ling Zhaozhao appeared in Song Mingzhe's room.

Now hearing that she was talking intimately with his young master, and that his young master was protecting her, another possibility came to the housekeeper Chen Fu's mind.

He thought of the woman he saw in the exclusive elevator last time, and couldn't help feeling relieved.

It seems that my young master's vision has finally returned to normal, and he is able to get along well with his peers.

He just said, the woman from last time seemed to be at least two rounds older than Song Mingzhe, how could it be the young master's happiness.

He looked at Ling Zhaozhao a few more times, and felt more and more that Ling Zhaozhao's appearance seemed somewhat similar to the woman he saw that day.

I can't help being a little surprised.

Could it be that the young master couldn't love him, so he found a substitute?

For a moment, the housekeeper Chen Fu's mood became extremely complicated.

Even looking at Ling Zhaozhao with a bit of pity in his eyes.

Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, thought for a while, and finally compromised.

"Then go have a look."

After all, the wife still has to give her face.

The housekeeper Chen Fu couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw that Ling Zhaozhao made Song Mingzhe so obedient with just one word.

He grew up watching Song Mingzhe. It can be said that, except for Shen Qiyu, he has never seen Song Mingzhe or listened to anyone.

All of a sudden, the butler Chen Fu looked at Ling Zhaozhao from pity to admiration.

It seems that this little girl still has some skills.

But yes, a woman who can stand beside her young master naturally has some advantages.

"Go, I'll wait for you to come back."

Ling Zhaozhao showed a sweet smile towards Song Mingzhe, with a soft tone.

"Ah."

Song Mingzhe rubbed Ling Zhao's hair, then picked up the coat hanging on the hanger by the door, and walked out of the room.

The housekeeper, Chen Fu, looked at the intimacy of the two, hesitated for a moment, and opened his mouth.

"Master, that lady is..."

He was afraid that he would make a mistake and say the wrong thing when the time came.

Song Mingzhe paused and glanced at the butler Chen Fu.

"My fiancee."

At this point, there is no need to keep hiding some things.

The housekeeper Chen Fu nodded, knowing it clearly.

But my heart was full of tears of gratification.

Stand-in literature is stand-in literature, as long as the young master lives happily.

In the future, he will definitely not chew the tongue of the former woman in front of the future young lady.

Song Mingzhe didn't understand the intense inner activities of the housekeeper Chen Fu, but he saw that the expression of the housekeeper Chen Fu changed again and again, and finally showed a smile, which made him feel a little weird.

He felt more and more that he needed to find a doctor to show to Song Jianguo, and then to the housekeeper Chen Fu.

The housekeeper Chen Fu drove the car and finally stopped in front of a manor.

This is Song Jianguo's private house here. Although the place is a bit remote, it is better than quiet and the environment is good.

Song Jianguo was exhausted in the past and suffered from illness, and now he needs to rest and recuperate.

Song Mingzhe looked at this manor, and some bad memories flooded his mind.

It was here that Shen Qiyu forced Song Jianguo to sign the divorce agreement with a knife in front of him.

And that day happened to be one day away from his birthday.

It was clearly agreed that Song Jianghui would set aside a special day to spend this birthday with their mother and son.

Song Jianguo was very busy. Before divorcing Shen Qiyu, Song Mingzhe was almost absent from every birthday.

Unexpectedly, the birthday that Song Mingzhe had been looking forward to all this time ended in a hasty end with the breakdown of the relationship between his parents.

But who would have thought that Shen Qiyu, who is now traveling around the world in a bright and unrestrained way, was suffering from depression in the past.

Just because he had seen Shen Qiyu in pain, he never felt that Shen Qiyu's decision to leave Song Jianguo was wrong.

"Master, the master is in the study upstairs, and I'll be watching downstairs. Just call me if you need anything."

The butler Chen Fu stood behind Song Mingzhe and said in a low voice.

Song Jianguo was indeed sick during this period, but it was not serious.

He also knew that although Song Jianguo didn't say anything, he was still thinking about Song Mingzhe in his heart.

So he found a reason. On the surface, he asked Song Mingzhe to visit him, but in reality, he asked the father and son to have a good talk.

Maybe just talking and talking, this knot can be opened?

Song Mingzhe nodded, walked upstairs, and finally stopped at the door of the study.

Ever since Shen Qiyu and Song Jianguo divorced, he hadn't set foot in this manor.

The furnishings here are no different from what he remembered, which also made him feel uncomfortable.

Song Mingzhe stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

A deep and old voice came from inside the door.

"Enter."

Song Mingzhe turned the handle of the study room, and before he got inside, he heard a rush of coughing.

Song Jianguo was out of breath with a cough, and when he saw that it was Song Mingzhe, his face was a little surprised.

"What are you here for?"

The news of Song Mingzhe's business trip here was told by his subordinates.

It is conceivable how much this son does not want to see himself.

"Then I'll wait to attend your funeral next time, my dear father."

Song Mingzhe sneered and looked straight at him.