The president's pet daughter

Shen Qiyu also quickly realized the identity of the woman in front of her, and a smile appeared on her face.

"I am Mingzhe's mother, and my name is Shen Qiyu. You are Zhaozhao's mother, right? Seeing how beautiful you are, Zhaozhao must have followed your appearance."

Yunmei was a little confused by Shen Qiyu's praise, and the smile on her face widened.

"My name is Yunmei. I said Xiao Song is such a cute and sensible child. It seems that his mother-in-law has taught him well, so he can teach such a good child."

The two of them held hands in tacit understanding, and you exchanged business with each other, just like old sisters who haven't seen each other for many years.

Ling Zhaozhao had just finished placing the things, his hands were sore, when he walked to the door, he saw Shen Qiyu and Yunmei exchanging pleasantries.

"Auntie, are you here?"

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao saw Shen Qiyu, a sense of intimacy rose in his heart.

Perhaps seeing Shen Qiyu's fragile side inadvertently revealed, made her feel that the distance between each other has been quietly drawn closer without knowing it.

"Honey, come here, this is Xiao Song's mother."

Yunmei shook her hand towards Ling Shiyi, and greeted her warmly.

Ling Zhaozhao has always felt that his father's temperament is a bit coquettish, and his mother is mostly responsible for socializing on weekdays. Now when he sees Shen Qiyu, he is mostly introducing himself, and probably won't say anything else.

Unexpectedly, Ling Shiyi walked over with a calm face, not only introducing himself, but also talking about his mother-in-law, shouting more kindly than Yunmei.

Well, Ling Zhaozhao understands that as long as something about Song Mingzhe happens, his parents will be able to create infinite possibilities as if their potential has been stimulated.

This time it was good, the three of them were chatting affectionately, it seemed that Ling Zhaozhao seemed like a superfluous person.

While chatting, they ended up in Shen Qiyu's apartment.

I don't know who mentioned hot pot halfway, and it happened that everyone hadn't eaten dinner yet, and the word hot pot immediately hooked everyone's greedy cats.

Yunmei remembered that there happened to be a few pieces of authentic hot pot base in the pile of luggage she brought, so everyone hit it off and decided to cook hot pot tonight.

Song Mingzhe's room naturally has a pot, but the pot is too small to make hot pot.

Although Shen Qiyu's apartment does not often live in people, pots, pans and pans are all available.

So her apartment became the best place to cook.

When Song Mingzhe rushed to the apartment after finishing work, they just found the pot and bought all the vegetables.

Aunt Xiang couldn't resist Shen Qiyu's kind invitation, and arrived at the apartment one step ahead of Song Mingzhe.

"Is this for cooking hot pot?"

After Song Mingzhe greeted everyone, he went to the corner and put his arms around Ling Zhaozhao's waist.

His movements were natural and intimate, making Ling Zhaozhao a little embarrassed.

If Song Mingzhe did this in private, of course she wouldn't say anything, but in front of the elders, it would seem a little frivolous.

Fortunately, everyone was busy with the matter at hand, and no one paid attention to them.

"My parents are here, as well as your mother and Aunt Xiang, so don't put your arms around me."

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, answering Song Mingzhe's question, and quietly pushed Song Mingzhe's hand on his waist.

Seeing her shy look, Song Mingzhe couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

I don't know who was so enthusiastic last night, but now he is pretending to be a docile lamb.

"When will you change your mouth, huh?"

The more she told him not to hug her, the tighter he wanted to hug her.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that Song Mingzhe's strength on his waist became heavier, and he knew that this man had some bad intentions again.

She realized that this meant to change her name to Shen Qiyu's mother.

"Slept with me, don't you want to be responsible?"

Song Mingzhe let out a muffled laugh, and deliberately blew into Ling Zhaozhao's ear.

He discovered another sensitive point of Ling Zhaozhao last night.

She was so active last night, did she want to turn her face and deny it after sleeping?

Hearing Song Mingzhe's words, many inappropriate images appeared in Ling Zhaozhao's mind again, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

Could it be that she was so active because she was drunk last night, which made her unable to distinguish reality from a dream?

Just for this reason, it sounds even more stupid.

It's also easy to make people think it's some kind of flirting trick.

"Can you show some face."

Ling Zhaozhao's tone was soft and waxy, not as if he was cursing, but as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

She glanced at everyone who was busy and lowered her voice.

"At least don't say such things in front of so many people..."

A look of understanding flashed across Song Mingzhe's eyes.

Since they can't say such things in front of so many people, it means that they can say such things when they are alone at night.

Under his calm and breezy appearance, he couldn't help but want to fast forward to the evening.

"Zhao Zhao, go to the kitchen and wash the dishes for dinner."

Suddenly, Yunmei asked Ling Zhaozhao to wash the selected vegetables.

After all, everyone was working on the ingredients and the bottom of the pot, and only Ling Zhaozhao seemed to be more free.

Ling Zhaozhao responded, and glared at Song Mingzhe, as if wanting him to let go.

Song Mingzhe touched his nose, a smile appeared on his lips, and he let go of Ling Zhaozhao's hand.

"I'll go with you."

Otherwise, everyone has something to do, but he doesn't, which makes him seem quite independent.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the kitchen, where Ling Shiyi was chopping vegetables, thinking that even if Song Mingzhe wanted to say something nasty, he had to be cautious about Ling Shiyi, so he couldn't help but nodded.

Ling Shiyi was cutting beef when he saw Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe walk in, pointing to the vegetable basket on the small balcony of the kitchen.

"Just wash those."

Speaking of which, Ling Shiyi glanced at them inexplicably.

"It would take a lot of water for two people to wash a pot of vegetables."

Who has never been young, and who doesn't understand how two people can wash vegetables well when they are together.

Ling Zhaozhao pretended not to hear Ling Shiyi's teasing, and quickly followed Song Mingzhe to the balcony.

She rolled up her sleeves, ready to work hard.

Song Mingzhe took the first step and moved the vegetable basket in front of him.

The water is cold at this time, she is afraid of the cold, so it is not suitable for her to dip it.

Seeing that Song Mingzhe silently took over the job of washing vegetables, Ling Zhaozhao had no choice but to dig out a clean plate and prepare to put away Song Mingzhe's washed vegetables.

"Zhao Zhao."

Song Mingzhe suddenly called Ling Zhaozhao's name.

Ling Zhaozhao thought that he was going to ask him to take something, and was concentrating on waiting for him to continue speaking.

"Are you still in pain?"

Song Mingzhe said solemnly while washing the dishes.

If Ling Zhaozhao didn't understand what he meant in seconds, he really thought he was talking about something serious.