The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe didn't allow her to retreat.

He took her hand firmly, and then slowly put the ring on.

"Zhao Zhao, you deserve this."

Song Mingzhe's deep and slow tone rang in Ling Zhaozhao's ears, and fireworks exploded in Ling Zhaozhao's heart.

He personally brought her the tokens of the entire Song family.

A unique status symbol.

Song Mingzhe knew very well in his heart that since Song Jianguo had given Ling Zhaozhao this token, it meant that Song Jianguo would no longer interfere in the affairs between him and Ling Zhaozhao.

He no longer had to worry about the consequences of concealing his identity from Ling Zhaozhao, and Ling Zhaozhao could enter and leave the Song family openly.

"However, we are still in the cold war, and we are still arguing."

Ling Zhaozhao withdrew his hand hesitantly, and waved the eye-catching emerald ring in front of him.

"Aren't you afraid that I will use it to do evil?"

With this emerald ring, she can enter and leave the important venues of the Song family at will, and can also use this emerald ring to secretly transfer the property of the Song family.

Everything depends on her thoughts.

It's like a ticking time bomb.

She can detonate the fuse anytime, anywhere.

Song Mingzhe leaned lightly on the back of the chair, the flashing light from the car window fell on his face, outlining his eyebrows and eyes.

His eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, and Ling Zhaozhao was like a gust of wind, blowing ripples.

"No matter what you want to take from the Song family, I will give it voluntarily."

Song Mingzhe stared at Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, and said each word seriously.

After hearing Song Mingzhe's words, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt a little funny.

"Song Mingzhe, I don't know that you are still a big lover, so you love me that much?"

I love her so much that I can safely hand over the entire Song family to her.

Even if they haven't necessarily made it to the end?

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, his lips curled up, and he stretched out his slender fingers to fix the broken hair next to Ling Zhaozhao's ear.

His eyes were full of light, only reflecting Ling Zhaozhao's figure.

"I thought you knew."

He thought Ling Zhaozhao knew how much he loved her.

Ling Zhaozhao was like the sun shining on his cold and dull life, and because of this, no matter what he wanted to do, he would put Ling Zhaozhao first.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help snorting when he heard this.

The words of men are the most unbelievable.

At the beginning, I didn't know who concealed my identity from me, and I was still enjoying it.

But when he thought of the situation of the Song family, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't get angry no matter how angry he was.

What's more, now the entire Song family is at her fingertips.

Moreover, aside from concealing his identity from her, Song Mingzhe was very sincere to himself from the beginning to the end.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the emerald ring, and his tone softened involuntarily.

"Yeah miss you so much."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Mingzhe quickly interrupted her.

"What yeah, I don't know."

He thought that Ling Zhaozhao heard some inexplicable gossip from the Song family again, so he immediately clarified for himself decisively.

In case Ling Zhaozhao misunderstood something again, wouldn't it mean that his line of chasing his wife would be lengthened again.

After he subconsciously denied it, he quickly added the question.

"Yeah is it male or female?"

This name sounds familiar.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect that one day Song Mingzhe's brain circuit would be so unrestrained, so he couldn't help chuckling.

Could it be that he was infected by himself, so now even thinking about problems has become somewhat similar to her.

"Did you forget the Samoyed you gave me?"

Ling Zhaozhao blinked, his eyes were bright.

In fact, she knew very well that her excuse for seeking peace was quite clumsy.

Not to mention whether Song Mingzhe has feelings for that Samoyed, that Samoyed was bought by Song Mingzhe as a gift to coax Ling Zhaozhao a few days after its birth, and it was Song Mingzhe who carried it to Ling's house on the first day. For the rest of the time, Samoyed had no chance to see Song Mingzhe again.

So the Samoyed would be damned if he had an impression of Song Mingzhe.

But she doesn't need to find a reason that is perfect and sounds reliable. After all, her steps are here. With Song Mingzhe's comprehension, it shouldn't be difficult to guess.

Song Mingzhe understood Ling Zhaozhao's meaning almost instantly.

He couldn't help but let out a few chuckles.

His Zhao Zhao, the excuse he made up is really cute.

The driver sitting in the driver's seat looked at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror, struggled a bit, and decided to speak desperately.

"Mr. Song, it seems that we may be able to stop at the gate of the destination."

He listened to the conversation between Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao before, so he deliberately created more time for the solitude between the two.

The key point is that the Song family is not very far from the Ling family. Even at the normal slow speed, it is not enough for Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao to finish talking.

So the driver went around and around, and couldn't stand it anymore, so he took the initiative to speak.

If he went any further, he was about to vomit in the driver's seat.

Hearing what the driver said, Ling Zhaozhao felt a little embarrassed.

If the driver hadn't said this, she really didn't realize that they had been circling around the Ling's house.

Song Mingzhe returned to his previous cold face, and hummed coldly.

The car slowly stopped in front of Ling's house. Ling Zhaozhao picked up his bag and prepared to get out of the car.

Before leaving, she hesitated for a moment, and said good night to Song Mingzhe as before.

"Good night."

Song Mingzhe responded, quietly held her hand, and secretly rubbed the position of her wrist, which made Ling Zhaozhao's heart itch.

"I'll go see Yeye when I have time."

There was a smile on his lips, which was extremely bright in the night.

"Remember to tell yay for me, I miss it so much."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao and said word by word.

When Ling Zhaozhao saw Song Mingzhe saying such tender words in a serious manner, the temperature on his face couldn't help rising rapidly.

She knew very well in her heart that Song Mingzhe's words were not meant for her Samoyed at all.

It was speaking to her.

This man is always so wicked.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart.

Ling Zhaozhao inexplicably remembered some small interactions between her and Song Mingzhe that made people blush and heartbeat, and couldn't help breaking away from Song Mingzhe's hand.

"Bastard."

Ling Zhaozhao silently mouthed to Song Mingzhe, then walked away shyly and timidly.

Bah, she wouldn't do what he wished and say something she shouldn't say in front of him and the driver.

The driver looked at the way his young master's eyes were almost drawn just now, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

Needless to say, he is also an old man of the Song family, and this is the first time he has seen the normally unsmiling young master show such an expression of not asking for money.