The president's pet daughter

When Ling Zhaozhao saw Song Mingzhe who was tinkering with paint, he couldn't help but start to hate himself for being soft-hearted.

When she saw Song Mingzhe's appearance, her brain froze, and she asked him if he wanted to help her paint the small western building.

Doesn't this give him a chance to be alone with him in disguise?

Ling Zhaozhao originally planned to paint the master bedroom in a different color, but the paint master was temporarily busy and had to go back to his hometown for a few more days.

Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the planned move-in date, so he decided to paint the master bedroom himself.

But now, because he asked one more question, Song Mingzhe somehow became her painter.

Who would have thought that the dignified heir of the Boer Group, the young master of the Song family, would actually work as a painter in her blank room.

Looking at his suit and leather shoes, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help reminding him tactfully.

"Otherwise, you'd better stop brushing, so as not to stain your clothes."

She had planned to paint the furniture after looking at the furniture today, so she dressed casually and conveniently, and even brought extra sleeves and an apron.

The reason why the arrangement is so full is to prevent myself from thinking about Song Mingzhe.

This is great, not only does she not have to think about it, but she is standing in front of her alive.

She remembered that Song Mingzhe had always loved cleanliness, if any paint was stained on his clothes, Song Mingzhe would probably frown again and again.

And he didn't need to do things for her that he didn't like.

Ling Zhaozhao realized that he was involuntarily thinking about Song Mingzhe again, so he couldn't help but click his tongue softly in his heart.

Why do you think so much about him? I am the one who is angry now, so I shouldn't care so much.

Ling Zhaozhao originally thought that after he reminded him like this, Song Mingzhe would quit and choose to do other things.

Unexpectedly, he took off his suit jacket and put it in a cleaner place.

The sun has rarely been out these few days, so even if you wear less clothes, you won't feel too cold.

Song Mingzhe revealed the gray shirt inside, unbuttoned his cuff buttons, and gently rolled up his sleeves.

Probably because he felt that his chest was buttoned up meticulously, which would restrict his large-scale movements, Song Mingzhe even deliberately undid the two buttons on his chest.

No matter how loose his shirt is, it can't hide his vigorous muscular lines.

Song Mingzhe's shirtless appearance suddenly popped up in Ling Zhaozhao's mind.

And those indescribable pictures.

Not only could she imagine Song Mingzhe without clothes on, she even touched it with her own hands.

Who would have thought that some people are more attractive when they are wearing clothes than when they are not wearing clothes.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling a little shameful about his obscene thoughts.

Also feel a little dry mouth.

In order to make it easier for the decorator to drink water, she deliberately put several boxes of water in the room. She looked away and went to a corner to get a bottle of water. After thinking about it, she brought another bottle for Song Mingzhe.

No matter what he said, he was still his own short-term worker now, and she couldn't exploit him too much.

"Give you."

Ling Zhaozhao handed Song Mingzhe a bottle of water.

Song Mingzhe had just started and hadn't painted much paint yet. Seeing Ling Zhaozhao brought him a bottle of water, he couldn't help but stop.

I don't know if Song Mingzhe did it on purpose or unintentionally. When he was holding water, he even touched Ling Zhaozhao's finger.

Ling Zhaozhao immediately felt that the fingers touched by Song Mingzhe were a little hot.

She pretended to be nonchalant and quickly retracted her fingers, thus covering up the fluctuations in her heart.

Song Mingzhe didn't seem to notice Ling Zhaozhao's embarrassment, he unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water.

A few drops of water flowed down from his lips, then scratched his Adam's apple, and then flowed into his clothes...

Ling Zhaozhao quickly drank a few sips of water, looked away, and didn't even dare to stare at Song Mingzhe again.

She felt that she was like a female hooligan now, and Song Mingzhe was her real sexual object.

She was so nasty.

Ling Zhaozhao once again spurned his behavior in his heart.

Probably because of a guilty conscience, she cast her eyes on the wall that Song Mingzhe had just painted.

The color is the light pink she likes. She is afraid that it will look boring if it is too pink, so she adjusted it many times.

"This color is indeed what I want."

A smile curled up on Ling Zhaozhao's lips, and he began to imagine what the room would look like after it was painted.

At first she thought it was tiring and exhausting to decorate the house, but now she thinks it is a tiring and happy thing.

It is indeed an amazing feeling to be able to bring your own fantasy house into reality bit by bit.

Song Mingzhe tightened the bottle cap, seeing a smile on her face, the expression on her face couldn't help softening.

"I don't know how you want to arrange this place yet."

When Ling Zhaozhao wanted to renovate the house, he wanted to help Ling Zhaozhao find some reliable designers and decoration companies.

But Ling Zhaozhao was not satisfied with the selections, and he was very busy with work, so he never saw Ling Zhaozhao's design drawings.

Hearing Song Mingzhe's words, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly became interested, turned on the phone, and showed Song Mingzhe the 3D design drawings that he had modified over a dozen versions.

To be precise, only she and the decorator have seen this blueprint, not even the Ling family.

After all, Ling Zhaozhao's name was written on this house, and the Ling family would not have any objections to how she wanted to decorate it.

"This is the living room. I plan to decorate it with a projection and a simple log design. Then I temporarily set the color of the sofa as khaki. It is best to arrange two lazy sofas next to it."

"I plan to divide this into a small study room, and use it as a gaming room for two or as an office."

"Kitchen, I want a bigger kitchen, so that two people can cook together in the future. So I knocked on this wall, and I'm going to make an arch, which looks nice and retro..."

"There is also this balcony. I plan to decorate it here. I will buy a small coffee table and chairs in the future. When you are free, you can drink tea together on the balcony and look at flowers."

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Ling Zhaozhao spoke seriously, and Song Mingzhe listened carefully.

After listening to Ling Zhaozhao's words, Song Mingzhe seemed to think that after the house is finished, the two of them can bask in the sun on the balcony, watch high-definition projections on the sofa, or stay in the small study Play games or study together.

Ling Zhaozhao seemed to be aware of this, and couldn't help but pause his enthusiastic explanation.

Every part of this house seems to be designed on the premise that she and Song Mingzhe will live in in the future.

But now they are in a cold war, and it is not certain whether they will reconcile in the future. Why does she still design the house so that they will live together in the future?