The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao originally thought that Song Mingzhe would take a long time this trip, but he didn't expect Song Mingzhe to come back in just a few hours.

Still came back with injuries.

Looking at Song Mingzhe's forehead injury, Ling Zhaozhao felt distressed.

"It's alright, you're even starting to move your hands."

She asked someone from the hotel to bring some medicine, and dipped some alcohol in a cotton swab to disinfect Song Mingzhe's wound.

Although Song Mingzhe's wound didn't look deep, the surrounding area was also bruised and purple, which was also very scary.

Fortunately, the wound was covered by hair, and if it was treated well, nothing could be seen unless you looked carefully.

She was afraid that Song Mingzhe would hurt if the alcohol was applied to the wound, so she couldn't help blowing on Song Mingzhe's wound.

When she was injured and needed medicine when she was a child, Yunmei also liked to give her a blowjob.

So in her subconscious mind, blowing on the wound didn't seem to hurt that much.

Song Mingzhe thought the wound didn't hurt much at first, but seeing Ling Zhaozhao's nervous look, he couldn't help but chuckled.

"I'm not in pain."

When he came back, his mood was extremely calm and indifferent, but Ling Zhaozhao's little action seemed to calm the unknown darkness in his heart.

It turned out that some people would cherish him so much, and even treat him as a child.

Ling Zhaozhao sniffed and applied the medicine to him, feeling a little guilty.

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't let you go."

If she knew he would be beaten, she would be the first to not let him go.

Even if the housekeeper scolded her, she would not let Song Mingzhe go.

Song Mingzhe heard her muffled voice, and put his arms around her waist.

"Aren't you curious about my family?"

She never seemed to ask more about his family affairs, even if she knew that there was a gap between him and Song Jianguo, she didn't inquire too much.

"What you want to say, you will naturally say, and what you don't want to say, even if I ask you, you won't say it, so why should I ask for trouble?"

Ling Zhaozhao hugged Song Mingzhe's neck and rubbed the tip of his nose.

Although what she said was a bit convoluted, it had to be said that it made some sense.

Everyone is curious, and she is no exception.

She also thought about going to investigate Song Mingzhe's family, but after thinking about it, she still respected Song Mingzhe.

Moreover, she hoped that Song Mingzhe would take the initiative to tell her these things, instead of saying it helplessly under her pressure.

Song Mingzhe has never forced her to do anything, and she will not force Song Mingzhe to do anything she does not want.

Respect is given to each other.

Song Mingzhe caressed Ling Zhaozhao's back, seemingly hesitant.

He was about to say something when Ling Zhaozhao's cell phone rang.

It was a video call from Yunmei.

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao connected, he saw the Ling family happily sitting at the dining table preparing for dinner.

Calculated according to the time difference, it should be night in China now.

Yunmei deliberately turned the camera to the dining table, where there were plates of delicate and steaming dumplings, and she scanned everyone's faces one by one.

It was only then that Ling Zhaozhao realized that the people who had dinner today seemed to be extremely neat.

Eldest brother Ling Zhi and second brother Ling Yuan came back for dinner with their families. Even Ling Yan's fiancée Cai Ming was sitting at the dining table, greeting Ling Zhaozhao with a smile.

Lively like today's Chinese New Year.

"Zhao Zhao, today is New Year's Eve, we made dumplings to eat, you and Xiao Song remember to add more vegetables, it is best to eat some dumplings, Zhao Zhao likes dumplings the most."

As soon as the camera turned, Ling Shiyi's face appeared on the screen. Looking at Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe on the opposite side of the screen, a smile appeared on his usually serious face.

Hearing that dumplings were made at home, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling a little greedy.

The dumplings made by Ling Shiyi and Yunmei, she thinks are the best dumplings in the world.

It can be said that most of the reason why she gained weight during adolescence was because she ate too many dumplings.

"Okay, uncle and aunt, you should also pay more attention to your health."

Song Mingzhe nodded slightly towards Ling Shiyi on the screen, with a warm smile on his face.

His wound had just been treated by Ling Zhaozhao and was covered by his hair, so neither Yunmei nor Ling Shiyi noticed it.

"Don't forget which pot you can't open, and which pot is there to sell dumplings in that place."

Yunmei's complaining voice came from the other end of the screen.

Then the camera turned to Yunmei's face.

"Zhaozhao, you are really, you can leave as soon as you say, and you don't know if you can't get used to living there, whether the food is good, and whether you have enough clothes."

Facing the phone, Yunmei directly complained and asked repeatedly.

Ling Zhaozhao left overnight, and by the time they knew, Ling Zhaozhao was already on the international flight.

As the saying goes, a mother who travels thousands of miles is worried, Ling Zhaozhao walked for a few days, Yunmei and Ling Shiyi were worried for a few days.

Ling Zhaozhao seldom traveled so far, let alone alone.

Even though she had reached the destination safely, Yunmei and Ling Shiyi still felt a little worried.

Ling Yan even secretly complained to Ling Zhaozhao, saying that Yunmei and Ling Shiyi scolded Ling Zhaozhao after they knew he was the one who sent Ling Zhaozhao to the airport.

Ling Zhaozhao could not help feeling warm when he heard the concern in Yunmei's words.

"It's okay, Mom, I'm fine. Besides, Mingzhe is with me."

With Song Mingzhe around, her life would not be a mess.

"If I didn't know that Xiao Song was with you, I would have flown over and broken your leg long ago."

Yunmei sneered.

Ling Zhaozhao knew very well that this was a harbinger of rain coming in Yunmei Mountain.

She quickly pointed the camera in front of Song Mingzhe, and smiled obsequiously.

"My dear mother, Mingzhe has something to tell you."

Going on, she felt that she was not far from being scolded.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, but he also went along with the flow and said hello to Yunmei.

As soon as Yunmei saw Song Mingzhe, she immediately became warm, and she pulled Song Mingzhe to ask him warmly for a full 10 minutes.

It was as if Song Mingzhe was her own, while Ling Zhaozhao was just a grass with no scruples.

If Ling Shiyi hadn't said that the food was getting cold, Ling Zhaozhao felt that this video could last another hour.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief.

It's so dangerous, she was just a little bit away from being scolded.

Fortunately, Song Mingzhe stood up for her.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's relaxed expression, and rubbed her face.

Soft and easy to touch.

"Zhao Zhao, let's make dumplings later."

Suddenly, Song Mingzhe said this sentence.

He doesn't have much to do today, so he can still spare time to make dumplings with Ling Zhaozhao.

When he saw Ling Zhaozhao just now, he seemed to be very envious of the plates of dumplings on the Ling family's dining table.

I can also see that she is homesick.

Maybe what she wants to eat is not dumplings, but misses the taste of home.

Ling Zhaozhao was a little shocked by his words.

Is he kidding?