The president's pet daughter

The banquet hadn't started yet, and everyone was sitting on the sofa chatting and laughing happily. When they saw Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao walking in, they all had intriguing expressions on their faces.

"This is Mingzhe's girlfriend? It seems strange, I don't know which family she is from."

Song Mingzhe's fourth aunt, Song Mei, was holding a goblet, and her high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound on the ground. She walked up to Ling Zhaozhao and looked her up and down.

Ling Zhaozhao saw the woman in front of him clearly, and saw that she was dressed extremely richly, as long as it was expensive and good-looking, she would wear it on her body and her hair. Originally, she had a good appearance, but she was forced to be a bit vulgar because of the overwhelming wealth. .

"This is my fourth aunt, Song Mei."

Song Mingzhe introduced Ling Zhaozhao in a low voice.

"Hello fourth aunt, my name is Ling Zhaozhao."

Ling Zhaozhao greeted the fourth aunt Song Mei very politely.

Fourth Aunt Song Mei rubbed her forehead with her long fingernails when she heard Ling Zhaozhao's name, seeming a little distressed.

"It seems that I have never heard of this family."

"Mom, how could we have heard of such a small family."

I saw a little girl dressed in pink and with double ponytails holding the arm of the fourth aunt Song Mei, and said with a smile.

She is the daughter of the fourth aunt Song Mei, Wang Xueqin.

She looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, her face was immature, and she was dressed like Fourth Aunt Song Mei, a pile of wealth.

This didn't make her look full of extravagance, but added a touch of old-fashioned.

Ling Zhaozhao finally understood, the mother and daughter sang together, cooperating to give her a blow.

It's no wonder that when Song Mingzhe mentioned his fourth aunt's family, his tone was full of impatience.

After all, it can be seen from their words and deeds that they are frivolous and arrogant people who like to provoke troubles.

The eldest son of the Song family has always dominated them everywhere, and now that Song Mingzhe has no family background to match, he will naturally be ridiculed by them openly and secretly.

To highlight their superior status.

"This kind of small family comes from a small family, and I don't know what the big cousin likes in her."

Song Mei's daughter Wang Xueqin pursed her lips, and looked at Ling Zhaozhao with extreme disdain.

Her words caused a burst of laughter from the surroundings.

Ling Zhaozhao looked over one by one. Although she didn't know who these people were, she remembered all the faces that secretly laughed at her.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, and tightened his grip on Song Mingzhe's arm, showing a sweet smile.

"Why don't you ask your hall brother?"

Don't you just want to see her at a loss in front of everyone?

But she refused to accept the offer, and turned the conversation on Song Mingzhe.

Anyway, someone said that he would protect her at the Song family.

Then she should make good use of it.

When Wang Xueqin heard Ling Zhaozhao hand over the topic to Song Mingzhe, her face suddenly changed.

To be honest, since she was a child, she was really afraid of this big cousin who has always been stern. When talking to Song Mingzhe, she can't help showing timidity.

And what she said just now, it would be fine if Ling Zhaozhao continued, but Ling Zhaozhao passed the topic to Song Mingzhe and asked Song Mingzhe to speak, wouldn't he tell everyone that she was questioning Song Mingzhe's gaze?

What's more, Song Mingzhe is still the head of the Song family in the future.

Song Mingzhe glanced coldly at this ignorant little cousin, put his arms around Ling Zhaozhao's shoulders, and looked into Ling Zhaozhao's eyes with deep eyes.

"I can see everything."

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's words, he couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly.

Song Mingzhe knows how to respond to people.

Sure enough, after listening to Song Mingzhe's words, Wang Xueqin's expression changed immediately.

"My sister is young and not sensible yet, please forgive me from my cousin and Miss Ling."

Seeing Wang Xueqin's embarrassment, Wang Hanlin, the eldest son of the fourth aunt Song Mei, came out with a smile and relieved the siege.

He was pretty handsome, half a head shorter than Song Mingzhe, and he looked like he was only in his twenties.

Although he said such polite words on his mouth, his eyes were not polite at all.

When Ling Zhaozhao saw Wang Hanlin at first sight, he thought he was a vain person.

Although he is not as luxuriously dressed as his mother and younger sister, there is a sense of extravagance in his gestures.

Wang Hanlin blocked Wang Xueqin behind him, glanced at Song Mei who was full of relief, took a glass of fruit wine, and handed it to Ling Zhaozhao.

"Miss Ling may be tired after talking for so long. Why don't you drink some fruit wine to moisten your throat, and take it as an apology for my sister's words."

Although he was talking about apologizing, his tone was very arrogant.

Wang Hanlin handed the fruit wine to Ling Zhaozhao, and seeing Ling Zhaozhao took it, a mocking smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"This is Cinna fruit wine. Ms. Ling must have never drank it before. Be careful drinking it later. After all, a small sip costs thousands of dollars."

He pretended to be kind enough to introduce the value of this fruit wine to Ling Zhaozhao, but he was actually mocking Ling Zhaozhao, if he hadn't entered the Song family, he would never be able to drink this fruit wine for the rest of his life.

After all, there is a huge gap between their classes.

Ling Zhaozhao heard it, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I said why this wine looks so familiar. It turned out to be Cina. I didn't expect my little cousin to like this wine."

"I have a whole box at home. I don't like drinking, so I keep it in the basement. If you like it, I'll bring it next time."

When Wang Hanlin heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Then he reacted again, with sarcasm written all over his face.

"Miss Ling is bragging too much. There is only one case of this wine in the world. How could it be all in your house?"

He looked at Ling Zhaozhao with contempt and arrogance.

That's right, after all, if such a Cinderella wants to regain some face in the Song family, shouldn't she tell some lies?

I just didn't expect that there was only one box of this fruit wine.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, chuckled, and gently shook the goblet in his hand.

"It turns out that my little cousin also knows that this wine is so expensive? No wonder he was reluctant to pour me some genuine wine, but poured me a bottle of fruit wine worth tens of yuan."

She looked at Song Mingzhe, and the smile on her face widened.

"The Song family has such a big business, it's really difficult for you to find such cheap and cheap wine."

It's true that Ling Zhaozhao can't drink alcohol, but it doesn't mean she doesn't understand alcohol.

In the early years, Ling Shiyi decided to let Ling Zhaozhao drink fruit wine for a period of time in order to cultivate his daughter's drinking capacity.

Ling Shiyi always gave the best to Ling Zhaozhao, even for fruit wine, he chose the most expensive and best tasting ones.

Just drinking is too superficial, so Ling Shiyi also taught Ling Zhaozhao a lot of wine culture.

Even though Ling Zhaozhao didn't develop a capacity for alcohol later on, he recognized a lot of alcohol.