The president's pet daughter

Even in her dream, she knew exactly what she was doing.

Song Mingzhe heard her such affirmative words, a smile appeared on his lips, as if he had surrendered to her.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, looked at her shy and timid look, and put his hands on Ling Zhaozhao's back.

Last time, he noticed that Ling Zhaozhao's back seemed unusually sensitive.

Ling Zhaozhao hugged Song Mingzhe's neck, at first he was able to resist his attack for a while, but in the end he found that he had already thrown away his armor.

Taking her with him, he seemed to experience another different feeling.

It is a sweeter feeling than a kiss, and a more intimate feeling than a kiss.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know what was wrong with him, as if there was a feeling of ice and fire in his mind.

She is like a lonely boat, floating on the vast ocean, and Song Mingzhe is her only lighthouse, so she can only follow Song Mingzhe closely.

Song Mingzhe also grabbed her hand viciously, leading her to explore her own field.

It seemed to be revenge for Ling Zhaozhao ordering him to unbutton his underwear just now.

Ling Zhaozhao was so ashamed and ashamed by him, his eyes and hands didn't seem to be his own, and he didn't know where to look or where to put them.

Is this what it feels like to have a spring dream?

Ling Zhaozhao asked himself repeatedly in his heart.

This is too real.

But this feeling is pretty good, if possible, she doesn't mind doing it once a day.

Left and right do not hurt the body.

It wasn't until the moment when the stabbing pain came that Ling Zhaozhao realized that it wasn't like a dream.

"So it wasn't a dream..."

Ling Zhaozhao let out a groan, which was mixed with panting breaths, which made it hard to hear, but added a bit of temptation.

Who would believe that she actually put Song Mingzhe to sleep when she couldn't distinguish between reality and dream.

Song Mingzhe looked at her furrowed brows, kissed her forehead, and heard her unconscious whisper, couldn't help asking.

"what?"

Ling Zhaozhao was so irritated that he couldn't speak a complete sentence at all, his scarlet nails were firmly stuck into Song Mingzhe's back, and he couldn't answer Song Mingzhe's question after all.

Song Mingzhe looked at her out of control expression, luring her to call out shameful names.

She gritted her teeth, and he pressed harder.

After a while, Ling Zhaozhao was defeated and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

When the churning waves subsided and everything returned to calm, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help wrapping himself in a quilt tiredly.

It's cool to do this kind of thing, but it's also tiring.

But Song Mingzhe didn't give Ling Zhaozhao a chance to rest.

He rubbed Ling Zhaozhao's hair, panted heavily, and whispered playfully in her ear.

"Zhao Zhao, otherwise let's go look in the mirror."

He had been staring at the bathroom mirror for a long time.

Ling Zhaozhao rolled up the quilt, and was a little confused when he heard Song Mingzhe's words.

I don't sleep most of the night, so I look in the mirror.

Is it because her ears are deaf, or is Song Mingzhe going crazy?

It wasn't until Ling Zhaozhao was picked up from the bed by Song Mingzhe again to look in the so-called mirror that Ling Zhaozhao realized that a simple sentence could be so broad and profound.

It has to be said that Song Mingzhe is playing with a very new way of looking in the mirror.

……

When Ling Zhaozhao woke up, he realized that he had slept until the afternoon.

It was a bit late yesterday, and she felt tired and flustered again. Coupled with the sleep-promoting effect of alcohol, it seems that she is not incomprehensible after sleeping until now.

Ling Zhaozhao supported his sore body, looking at the messy marks on the bed, he couldn't help but blush.

Well, the marks on her body and on the bed reminded her of the madness of last night.

But the instigator who made her sore all over seemed to have put on her pants and ran away.

Looking at the empty traces beside him, Ling Zhaozhao gritted his teeth involuntarily.

She knew that Song Mingzhe was busy, so she could understand, but she couldn't leave no words of greetings.

Ling Zhaozhao picked up the mobile phone on the bedside, but did not see Song Mingzhe's message, but Yunmei called her a few times.

Yunmei has called her every day these days to confirm her safety, so when Ling Zhaozhao saw the call, he was not in a hurry to call back.

She thought that she would send a message to Yunmei later, and she didn't have to bother to make a phone call.

After she finished sending the message to Yunmei, she repeatedly confirmed that Song Mingzhe hadn't sent a message to herself, so she called Song Mingzhe directly, and was going to ask the teacher for the crime.

The man had better have a good reason, or he better not be in her bed tonight.

"Where are you?"

As soon as the call was connected, Ling Zhaozhao realized that his voice was too flattering.

It seems that there are still some hangovers from last night.

Thinking of the glorious deeds of last night, Ling Zhaozhao blushed so hard that his heart beat so hard, he hurriedly cleared his throat, trying to cover it up.

"Just picked up a plane."

Song Mingzhe's voice sounded from the other end of the phone, it was too pleasant to hear.

He seemed to have noticed Ling Zhaozhao's small movements, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

Ling Zhaozhao's unhappiness was immediately soothed by his voice.

All right, since his voice is so sexy, she will forgive him for leaving without saying goodbye.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Ling Zhaozhao snorted.

She is too tired to move now.

Song Mingzhe was driving, and when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, he couldn't help but glanced at the rearview mirror.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, but that the old couple sitting in the back seat are staring at him, so it's hard for him to say it.

"Zhao Zhao, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it when we go back. Xiao Song is driving, so don't let him get distracted."

Ling Shiyi couldn't bear to look at it, so he spoke directly.

Ling Shiyi's voice shocked Ling Zhaozhao straight from the bed.

Why did her parents come here suddenly?

"No, I didn't answer your calls a few times, and I didn't know what I was busy with. Xiao Song was reliable, and came to the airport to pick us up."

Yunmei's tone was somewhat complaining.

In fact, she had let Ling Zhaozhao know about it yesterday, but Ling Zhaozhao seemed to be very busy yesterday, so he never responded to her exact news.

In desperation, they had no choice but to trouble Song Mingzhe.

Only then did Ling Zhaozhao remember that Yunmei seemed to have sent her a message yesterday.

It's just that she was drinking at that time, so she didn't look carefully at all, but just sent an emoji to her.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling guilty.

"Auntie, Zhao Zhao was tired last night, maybe he didn't pay attention to the news."

Song Mingzhe took a sharp turn, unable to bear Ling Zhaozhao being blamed, so he could only find an excuse for her.

"What's the matter...there is no work here..."

Yunmei couldn't help saying angrily when she heard Song Mingzhe's words.

Wait, night?

Yunmei seemed to have thought of something, her eyes involuntarily lit up.

"Tired, good to be tired, young people should be more tired."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but touch his forehead when he heard Yunmei's tiger-wolf words on the other end of the phone.