The president's pet daughter

The words of the steward Chen Fu made everyone's eyes turn to Ling Zhaozhao.

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, and looked at the butler Chen Fu with disapproval.

"Master, the master said, if you go up with Miss Ling, then today's family banquet will end here."

The butler, Chen Fu, seemed to have guessed Song Mingzhe's inner thoughts, and spoke out what Song Jianguo had explained.

Ling Zhaozhao understands it now, what Song Jianguo means is that if she doesn't go up, then everyone will leave today.

Unexpectedly, the old man was quite crazy.

Ling Zhaozhao complained silently in his heart.

As expected of a person who has been in a high position for a long time, he simply doesn't care when he speaks crazy.

But even if Song Jianguo didn't say this, Ling Zhaozhao would follow.

After all, she also wanted to ask him what he was thinking at the time, and also wanted to meet the notorious Song Jianguo.

If she and Song Mingzhe are going to get married at that time, they will be under the same roof, so it's not good to know nothing about Song Jianguo.

At this time, it is best to find out Song Jianguo's temper.

Thinking this way, Ling Zhaozhao already had an idea in her heart. She pressed Song Mingzhe's hand to signal him not to be impulsive.

"Okay, please lead me the way, what's your name?"

The butler Chen Fu glanced at Song Mingzhe, whose face was as heavy as water, and spoke slowly.

"You are the same as the young master, just call me Uncle Chen."

"Don't go, he's a madman."

Song Mingzhe took Ling Zhaozhao's hand and said in a low voice.

He knew Song Jianguo best, and with Song Jianguo's temperament, he would definitely make things difficult for Ling Zhaozhao, so that she would retreat in spite of difficulties.

This is also the reason why he was reluctant to disclose his identity in the first place.

He didn't want Ling Zhaozhao to know that he had such a paranoid father.

"Don't worry, trust me."

Ling Zhaozhao curled his lips slightly, and cast a comforting look at Song Mingzhe.

She must go up this building.

If she was too timid to go upstairs, it meant that she didn't like Song Mingzhe that much.

And Song Mingzhe will become the laughing stock of other Song family members.

Song Mingzhe's eyes moved slightly, but finally he chose to trust Ling Zhaozhao.

"Ok."

Shen Qiyu was at the side but couldn't hold back, and walked straight to Ling Zhaozhao's side.

Her meaning was very clear, that is, she wanted to go upstairs with Ling Zhaozhao.

But the housekeeper Chen Fu seemed to see through everything, and the expression on his face hardly fluctuated.

"Ma'am, the master said, you can't go upstairs either."

"If you're going upstairs, step over me."

Song Jianguo knew very well that after he met Shen Qiyu, there would be a lot of quarrels, needless to say, they would sit down and have a good talk.

So he gave the housekeeper Chen Fu a death order.

Shen Qiyu couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth when she heard the heroic tone of the butler Chen Fu.

After so many years, I didn't expect Song Jianguo to be so extreme.

"Tell someone upstairs that if he dares to embarrass Zhaozhao, I will burn the Song family down."

Shen Qiyu crossed her arms and cast a cold glance at the butler Chen Fu.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard this, he suddenly understood why Shen Qiyu and Song Jianguo could become a family in the past.

This family really has its own way of life.

When the butler Chen Fu heard Shen Qiyu's words, he couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Because he knew that Shen Qiyu had always followed his word.

Song Jianguo may change his mind, but Shen Qiyu will never.

But with so many people looking at him, as the chief steward of the Song family, he naturally couldn't show his timidity.

Naturally, Ling Zhaozhao didn't know how much mental construction the butler Chen Fu, who was leading the way, had done on the way up the stairs.

He felt that he was under a lot of pressure. It would be fine if Song Jianguo didn't embarrass Ling Zhaozhao. If Ling Zhaozhao came out crying, wouldn't he have to explain here.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling a little strange when he saw the sweat coming out of the butler Chen Fu's forehead.

"Uncle Chen, is it hot today?"

Even though the Song family turned on the heater, she thought it was okay.

Not to the point of sweating so much.

When the butler Chen Bo heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, he didn't dare to reveal his true inner thoughts, so he could only wipe off his sweat and pretended to be strong.

"It's because I'm overdressed."

Looking at the butler Chen Fu's thin clothes, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but began to doubt the mental state of everyone living in the Song family.

When they reached the door of the study, the butler Chen Fu took a deep breath, and then opened the door for Ling Zhaozhao.

"Master, Miss Ling is here."

The butler Chen Fu stood at the door and said softly.

Song Jianguo was sitting on a tall black leather chair, leaning on a dragon-headed crutch, and seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

Ling Zhaozhao quietly took a look at the study, and then walked in.

The housekeeper Chen Fu closed the study door for them in good time.

The decoration of the study is very dull and old-fashioned, it seems to be the personality of the owner.

On the opposite side of Song Jianguo, there was a cup of steaming hot tea.

This is well prepared.

Ling Zhaozhao graciously sat down opposite Song Jianguo.

Logically speaking, she should wait quietly for Song Jianguo to close his eyes and rest.

But she didn't want to wait that long.

Ling Zhaozhao coughed lightly, but Song Jianguo, who was opposite him, didn't seem to respond.

"Then take a rest, I'm leaving."

Ling Zhaozhao didn't bother to go on with Song Jianguoxu and the snake, so he knocked on the table to inform him.

Song Jianguo opened his eyes when he heard these words.

He frowned lightly, seemingly puzzled.

"Don't you have a little patience?"

He just said that Song Mingzhe's vision is not very good.

In addition to the good impression of Ling Zhaozhao just now, it has dropped a lot.

Ling Zhaozhao really didn't refute his words, and admitted his impatience openly and frankly.

"Yes what's the matter?"

Even if she is patient, it is for those who respect her.

Instead of calling her up but pretending to be asleep on purpose, it is called to exercise her patience.

Please, isn't this a waste of time?

What kind of tryout is this?

Whoever has the most patience wins?

Or do you have to rely on the word forbearance if you want to live in the Song family?

Song Jianguo was almost choked by Ling Zhaozhao's rhetorical question.

In fact, he didn't really think about embarrassing Ling Zhaozhao, he just pretended to take a nap to see how Ling Zhaozhao would behave.

I didn't expect the performance to be performance, but the performance was unexpected.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced casually, but his eyes were attracted by a touch of green color in the corner.

Strange to say, the position of this green color is just right, and it is difficult for her not to be found.

Song Jianguo noticed Ling Zhaozhao's gaze, and a smile appeared on his serious face.

He stood up leaning on the dragon head crutches, and walked slowly to the golden wire cage.

Then he teased the canary inside, and shifted his gaze to Ling Zhaozhao.

"Are you watching it?"