The president's pet daughter

When Ling Zhaozhao raised his eyes, he realized that it was night before he knew it.

Song Mingzhe put the dumplings into the pot, and there were waves of heat in the pot.

He didn't finish all the dumplings, he specially set aside some of them, planning to cook them for Shen Qiyu and Aunt Xiang tomorrow.

Even though he was wearing an apron, the collar inevitably got a little bit of flour.

He loves Jie, so naturally he can't stand these things.

Song Mingzhe told Ling Zhaozhao to watch the time, then turned around and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Ling Zhaozhao lay on the sofa, turned on the TV casually, and watched it boredly.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, and the dumplings in the pot exuded a tempting aroma, while I leaned comfortably on the sofa.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly realized that this was the smoke and fire in the world.

Perhaps every day in the future, she will spend like this.

Thinking about it this way, it seems pretty good.

Ling Zhaozhao stretched his waist, thinking that it was still early for the dumplings to be cooked, so he could go to the room and get a tablet to play with.

She put on her slippers and went out lightly, but unexpectedly saw a figure at the door of her room.

"He Shenghua?"

Ling Zhaozhao frowned, looking at the lingering man in front of him.

She thought that after what happened last time, He Shenghua would calm down a lot.

Unexpectedly, he chased directly abroad.

He Shenghua was wearing a pair of sunglasses, a khaki sweater, and a black knitted hat on his head, leaning halfway against the door.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao, he took off his sunglasses, with a sinister expression on his face.

"I said why there was no one answering the knock on this room."

He Shenghua casually put away his sunglasses, and glanced at Ling Zhaozhao's direction.

"Is that Song Mingzhe's room?"

Since he came after him, he must know why Ling Zhaozhao came here.

Ling Zhaozhao crossed his arms and looked at He Shenghua angrily.

"Did you know that it's illegal to spy on other people's whereabouts at will?"

This man is really scary, like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, who doesn't know when he will suddenly jump out and bite someone.

He Shenghua heard the annoyance in Ling Zhaozhao's words, and just smiled.

He has done a lot of illegal things, but he never paid attention to them.

As long as he thinks, he can do anything.

"Didn't Song Mingzhe follow you all the time? It seems that he is not very competent as a boyfriend."

A smile slowly curled up on He Shenghua's lips, and he looked at Ling Zhaozhao's empty back.

Now he feels that Ling Zhaozhao has some tricks.

Not only is he somewhat clever, but he is also willing to spend money and time to firmly grasp Song Mingzhe's heart.

Others may think that Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe have a deep relationship, but he thinks this is Ling Zhaozhao's trick.

After all, if you want to marry into a wealthy family, how can you do it without some tricks.

This woman is really interesting.

I don't know when her hypocritical mask will be exposed.

He Shenghua's eyes suddenly became meaningful.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard He Shenghua mention Song Mingzhe, he thought that Song Mingzhe was in a bad mood today, so making dumplings made him feel better.

If he saw He Shenghua, it might make him feel bad again.

"I advise you to leave here quickly, lest Mingzhe will get angry again when he sees you. You know the consequences of his anger."

Ling Zhaozhao pursed his lips, and looked up at the man in front of him.

After hearing Ling Zhaozhao's words, He Shenghua's eyes could not help but move slightly.

"Are you caring about me?"

Otherwise, why would he specifically remind him of the consequences of Song Mingzhe's anger.

So he said, this woman should not be underestimated.

While coaxing Song Mingzhe into a dizzy state, he also sold favors to him, trying to create an appearance of secretly caring about him.

It should be said that he attacked Ling Zhaozhao before, just to let Song Mingzhe experience what it means to be heartbroken.

Now he felt that his interest in Ling Zhaozhao was getting stronger and stronger.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know what to say when he heard He Shenghua's ridiculous words.

Is he self-guided?

Don't be ridiculous.

"The psychiatry department here is quite good. I suggest you go and see it when you have time."

"If you continue to talk crazy here, I don't mind calling the security guard up."

Although Ling Zhaozhao was smiling, the smile didn't reach his eyes.

She didn't expect that He Shenghua was like a dog's skin plaster, and she couldn't get rid of it no matter how she shook it.

When He Shenghua heard that Ling Zhaozhao wanted to drive him away, the smile on his face became more obvious.

She seemed to sharpen her claws every time she saw him.

"I know it's a bit sudden for me to appear here now, it's okay, I will give you time to adapt."

He Shenghua paused for a moment, then continued to speak.

"Ling Zhaozhao, we will have a chance to meet again."

He deliberately prolonged the ending and called her name, which sounded extraordinarily sentimental.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard He Shenghua's words, several big question marks appeared in his mind.

Did he appear here suddenly? Does he need time to get used to it?

It's totally out of date.

And they are not even friends, so is it necessary to talk so ambiguously?

He Shenghua took out his mobile phone and checked the time. He had other things to do when he came here, so he didn't plan to stay here any longer.

He showed a smile that he thought was handsome, then whistled lightly, and finally walked past Ling Zhaozhao.

Seeing him approaching, Ling Zhaozhao wanted to lean against the wall to avoid him.

After the plague god walked away, Ling Zhaozhao was still a little speechless.

It seems that she has to find a chance to tell Song Mingzhe about this matter, so that He Shenghua doesn't know what is good and bad to say something in front of Song Mingzhe.

Being delayed by He Shenghua, by the time Ling Zhaozhao returned to the room, Song Mingzhe had already finished his shower and came out.

He wiped his wet hair and was wearing a loose bathrobe. When he saw Ling Zhaozhao walking in from the door, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Where did you go?"

He couldn't find her just now, and he was worried for a while.

"I'm going to get the tablet."

Ling Zhaozhao raised the tablet in Yang's hand, and after thinking about it quickly, he decided not to mention He Shenghua's visit for the time being.

At least not today.

She can't spoil Song Mingzhe's current mood.

"It smells so good. Are the dumplings ready? I'm hungry."

Ling Zhaozhao hopped up to Song Mingzhe's side, and took his arm skillfully, with a soft voice.

Song Mingzhe didn't notice anything unusual about Ling Zhaozhao. When he heard her say that he was hungry, he reached out and rubbed her hair.

"It should be ready to eat."

His tone was low and gentle, and there was endless tenderness in his eyes.

This is the first New Year's Eve they spent together, and they made dumplings together, which is very meaningful.