The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe drove all the way back to the hotel with Ling Zhaozhao.

Along the way, Ling Zhaozhao seemed to have fallen asleep, and was unbelievably quiet.

If she hadn't hummed a few words on the way, Song Mingzhe would have turned around and taken her to the hospital.

Song Mingzhe opened the door with Ling Zhaozhao in his arms, and put her gently on the bed.

Ling Zhaozhao seemed to feel that he had left his warm embrace, and grabbed Song Mingzhe's sleeve.

She opened her eyes in a daze, with inexplicable emotions surging in her eyes, and her voice was unconsciously charming.

"Water, I want to drink water."

Hearing her words, Song Mingzhe quickly poured her a glass of water, helped her up, and put a pillow behind her, trying to make her lie down more comfortably.

He passed the water to her mouth, and watched Ling Zhaozhao pour water into her mouth unconsciously, frowning involuntarily.

"Don't drink next time."

With the amount of wine she poured, it would be fine if she had acquaintances around, but what if she ran into someone with ulterior motives?

Ling Zhaozhao drank some water, and her chaotic mind cleared up a little. She pursed her lips, making her moist red lips even more attractive.

She held the cup, her face was flushed, and she looked at Song Mingzhe with bright eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at him like this, but he didn't know what to say.

"baby."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help shaking his hands when he heard Song Mingzhe address him.

Her mind was still chaotic, and she didn't know whether she was awake or not, and she couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream.

She drank too much of what happened just now, and she didn't remember it at all, and she didn't know that Song Mingzhe sent her back.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the familiar surroundings and couldn't help but suspect that this was a dream.

Otherwise, how could she be chatting and drinking with Shen Qiyu in the small apartment one second, and then appear in her room the next second.

Moreover, how could Song Mingzhe call himself a baby in reality?

How could such a greasy and crooked address be called out by that incomprehensible man.

This must be a dream, it must be.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded silently in his heart.

"Be obedient, okay?"

Song Mingzhe softened his voice and gently pinched Ling Zhaozhao's face.

Ling Zhaozhao was soft but not hard, he had to use some sweet means to force her to submit.

He was reluctant to use force, for fear that Ling Zhaozhao would feel pain.

As a result, the force was too light, and Ling Zhaozhao didn't feel it at all.

It also made her feel more and more that this was a dream.

Ling Zhaozhao raised his eyebrows, wanting to pinch himself, but found that it didn't hurt at all.

This is indeed a dream.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao pinching his hand, with a suddenly realized expression on his face, and he couldn't help being a little puzzled.

Why is she pinching his hand?

Just as Ling Zhaozhao was about to withdraw her hand, her other hand accidentally touched Song Mingzhe's sleeve. She couldn't hold the water glass firmly for a moment, and the water in the glass accidentally poured out.

Song Mingzhe was so close to her, he was still sitting on the side of the bed, so unfortunately he got hit on his thigh.

Seeing that Song Mingzhe's pants were accidentally wet, Ling Zhaozhao quickly tore a few paper towels beside the bed, trying to wipe Song Mingzhe clean.

Before Song Mingzhe could speak, he saw Ling Zhaozhao wiping his pants with a tissue.

She just had her manicure done today, and her wine-red nails made her hands look fairer and slender, not to mention she was holding a tissue.

The combination of white and wine red is even more coquettish.

Her strength was not heavy at all, not so much as rubbing, but rather as tickling.

Song Mingzhe's eyes darkened, and he barely looked away from her wine-red nails.

He lightly held Ling Zhaozhao's wrist.

"Don't rub it, just let it dry."

If you keep wiping it down, I'm afraid the gun will go off.

His breath sprayed next to Ling Zhaozhao's ears, making the tips of Ling Zhaozhao's ears turn red instantly.

The slightly rising tone hit Ling Zhaozhao's little heart directly, causing her heartbeat to become disordered.

After Ling Zhaozhao realized it, he felt that this dream was too real.

In her dream, she could actually feel his warmth.

It is no wonder that so many people want to use alcohol to relieve their worries. It turns out that after drinking the fragments, they can escape reality in a beautiful dream.

At that moment, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt the charm of drinking.

As the saying goes, wine is strong and cowardly. In reality, she can't get rid of the things she is doing face to face, so she has to try it in her dreams.

"I want to take a bath, Mingzhe."

Ling Zhaozhao hugged Song Mingzhe's neck and rubbed his neck.

Hehe, it's a dream anyway, so it's good to let her take advantage of it.

"Then I'll help you put the bath water in."

Song Mingzhe thought it was because she was drunk and felt uncomfortable, and didn't think too much about it. He patted her on the head and was about to get up to put the bath water.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't let him go.

"I want to go with you."

She hugged Song Mingzhe, and said softly and coquettishly.

Even in her dream, she still wants to be a little master.

Anyway, this is a dream, and Song Mingzhe will agree to her request, after all, she is the owner of this dream.

Song Mingzhe didn't expect the drunk Ling Zhaozhao to be so clingy, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

But he would never refuse Ling Zhaozhao's request, so he could only pick her up from the bed.

Holding Ling Zhaozhao in his arms, he smiled triumphantly.

Facts have proved that even if there is an extra person in Song Mingzhe's arms, it did not delay his work at all.

He put the bath water in the bathtub, tested the temperature of the water, and when he felt it was okay, he put Ling Zhaozhao on the mat.

She doesn't look as drunk as before, and she should be able to take a bath by herself.

Seeing that Song Mingzhe was about to leave, Ling Zhaozhao directly blocked Song Mingzhe's way with open arms.

"Can't get it out."

She blushed and muttered softly.

She would not let Song Mingzhe go away so easily.

She can't take down Song Mingzhe in reality, but Song Mingzhe in her dream can always take down Song Mingzhe, right?

She couldn't believe it, her charm was so bad.

Things that she can't do in reality, she must try in her dreams.

"What can't be solved?"

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao suspiciously, and then looked her up and down.

She is wearing a two-piece white wool knit skirt today, and there doesn't seem to be a zipper on the back.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe in his dream to be so stupid, so he couldn't help but glared at him.

"Underwear buttons."

She spoke so softly that Song Mingzhe really didn't hear her.

"what?"

Hearing these words, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help taking a deep breath, thinking that this was in a dream, there was really no need to be angry.

Since it is a dream, it is better to be frank.

The more Ling Zhaozhao thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was right, so he grabbed Song Mingzhe's hand, and stretched it directly into his shirt.

She glanced at Song Mingzhe, and there was a bit of coquettishness in her eyes.

"Help me unravel this."

She spit out two words slowly, as if she was complaining about Song Mingzhe's incomprehensible style.

The moment Song Mingzhe touched her back, his eyes darkened instantly.