The president's pet daughter

When Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao, a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"How did you come?"

After the astonishment passed, other emotions inevitably surged in his heart.

These days, he has been refraining from doing things that would annoy Ling Zhaozhao, and he can only digest those bad emotions in his heart desperately.

Unexpectedly, Ling Zhaozhao would take the initiative to come to him.

Ling Zhaozhao sniffed, closed the door, tried to stay calm, and walked to his side.

She hadn't seen Song Mingzhe these few days, and she thought that time could dilute her longing for Song Mingzhe. Even if she saw Song Mingzhe, her heart would still be as peaceful as ever.

But when she saw Song Mingzhe at that moment, she found that some thoughts were silent.

Just like at this moment, she could obviously turn around and leave when she found out that Song Mingzhe was fine, but she was not willing to do so.

Because the longing in her heart has turned into vines, entangled in her desire to leave.

"I heard from Rong Yuan that you were injured, and he asked me to come over to see if you are okay."

Ling Zhaozhao said dryly, deliberately not caring much about Song Mingzhe, as if Rong Yuan forced her to come.

But her eyes were quietly drawing Song Mingzhe's eyebrows, slowly copying stroke by stroke in her heart.

She found that Song Mingzhe seemed to have lost some weight.

Probably because I haven't eaten well recently.

Thinking of this, her heart softened.

At the same time, she was a little annoyed that Song Mingzhe didn't care about her body, so her tone became more and more bad.

"Where is the injury, let me see."

Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's tone like a creditor asking for debts, and a smile couldn't help but curled up on his lips.

He knew that Ling Zhaozhao had always had a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, and that she didn't like to do things, even if someone put a knife on her neck, Ling Zhaozhao would not do it.

So as long as Ling Zhaozhao didn't want to come to see him, even if Rong Yuan said it was bad, Ling Zhaozhao would not be moved.

The only explanation was that Ling Zhaozhao was thinking about him, worried about him, and worried about him.

Song Mingzhe leaned on the back of the chair, obediently rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, his voice was a little low.

"it's here."

He pointed to the not-so-shallow long scar on his forearm and said.

Although yesterday's rear-end collision was not serious, he was accidentally scratched on the arm, but he thought it should be fine, so he didn't care about it.

Unexpectedly, Rong Yuan revealed the news to Ling Zhaozhao cleverly.

Song Mingzhe thought calmly, perhaps this month he could give Rong Yuan a little more salary as a reward for him.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the scabbed and partially cracked wound, feeling a little distressed.

Although no bones were seen, in the eyes of someone like her who was always afraid of pain, it was considered a serious injury.

"Where is the medicine cabinet?"

Hearing that Ling Zhaozhao was going to give him medicine, Song Mingzhe retracted his arms.

"No need, Zhao Zhao, it doesn't hurt."

His words were low, and his long eyelashes projected on his face like butterfly wings, making people feel distressed because of his fragility.

The more he was like this, the more Ling Zhaozhao couldn't bear it.

"If you don't tell me, I'll find it myself."

Ling Zhaozhao rolled up his sleeves, ready to turn Song Mingzhe's office upside down.

"In the cabinet on the right under the coffee table."

Song Mingzhe almost didn't think about it, and said it directly.

Ling Zhaozhao, who was dazzled by the pain, picked out the medicine suitable for wounds from the medicine box after he got it, and was about to give Song Mingzhe the medicine when he realized something was wrong.

Did this guy play tricks on her just now?Otherwise, how could she do these things for him so fascinated?

And did he pretend to be pitiful on purpose to make her feel bad?

She obviously just planned to take a look at Song Mingzhe and leave, but she didn't expect that now it turned into helping Song Mingzhe with medicine.

Outrageous, really outrageous.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's expression, Song Mingzhe knew that she had figured out what she was thinking, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but widen.

"Zhao Zhao, what Rong Yuan told you was not ordered by me."

Ling Zhaozhao came to see him on his own initiative, and he was happy.

But there are some things that need to be explained clearly so that Ling Zhaozhao won't misunderstand.

Although he wanted to see Ling Zhaozhao very much, he would not deliberately make Ling Zhaozhao sympathize with him.

Moreover, this little injury did not need to worry Ling Zhaozhao.

If you don't take medicine, at most you'll be able to bleed for a few days.

He disdained to pester Ling Zhaozhao with this method.

What's more, Ling Zhaozhao didn't like that he was pestering her all the time, he was afraid that Ling Zhaozhao would get angry because of this matter.

Ling Zhaozhao responded in a low voice when he heard Song Mingzhe's words.

She knows.

With Song Mingzhe's temper and brains, if he wanted to tell her about this, and wanted her to come to see him, he would definitely not use such clumsy means.

She has already seen through such a trick full of loopholes.

But she was willing to be fooled.

Song Mingzhe stared at her face with a serious tone.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm very good, I will do whatever you ask me to do."

He would never disobey Ling Zhaozhao's words and deliberately go overboard.

Ling Zhaozhao just found a cotton ball, dipped it in alcohol, and was about to disinfect Song Mingzhe's wound.

Hearing Song Mingzhe's words, her heart couldn't help trembling.

Can this man stop talking to her in such a poor puppy tone?

It's like the Samoyed at home whimpering when it accidentally touches its head.

This will make her feel as if she has bullied Song Mingzhe.

Too good, really too good.

Ling Zhaozhao was calm on the surface, but he complained silently in his heart.

"understood."

She lightly pressed the cotton ball on Song Mingzhe's wound, and didn't know if Song Mingzhe did it on purpose, but actually hissed.

Ling Zhaozhao raised his eyes when he heard the voice.

"what happened?"

Is she too strong?

But she is already very gentle.

If Ling Yan was injured, she would have sprayed alcohol directly on the wound to disinfect it, without even blinking her eyes.

"pain."

Song Mingzhe stared at her intently with his deep eyes, opened and closed his thin lips, and the words he said hit Ling Zhaozhao's heart directly.

Before Ling Zhaozhao could react, his body was one step ahead of his brain.

She accidentally blew on Song Mingzhe's wound.

After she reacted, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The relationship between her and Song Mingzhe is so embarrassing now, why does she want to coax Song Mingzhe?

And even made such an ambiguous action.

What a shame.

She was absolutely dazzled by beauty to do such a thing.

What's even more embarrassing is that Song Mingzhe said softly on top of her after she blew.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Zhao Zhao."

These words undoubtedly made Ling Zhaozhao want to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.