The president's pet daughter

Seeing Rong Yuan get off the car, Ling Zhaozhao specially gave her and Song Mingzhe a place to be alone, which was a bit funny.

Song Mingzhe had a good eye for picking the secretary, and he was very good at observing words and expressions.

Song Mingzhe looked at the lipstick mark on the collar, and caught a touch of playfulness on Ling Zhaozhao's face, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

"I don't know, but you seem to have an answer."

Just now Ling Zhaozhao's bluff really startled him, but after he reacted, he knew that Ling Zhaozhao was not really angry.

If Ling Zhaozhao was really angry, he would have asked Rong Yuan to stop by the side of the road, got out of the car and went back angrily.

She was willing to give him a chance to explain, which meant that she was not as angry about this matter as he imagined.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to guess her mind so quickly, a smile could not help but curl up on his lips.

She originally wanted to scare Song Mingzhe, but now it seems that this man is getting harder and harder to fool.

"First of all, there are marks on the front of your car. It must be that the owner of the other car accidentally left this lipstick mark on your collar when discussing with you, and also left her smell along the way."

She used the word intentionally out of her sixth sense.

After all, the location and distance to leave lipstick marks can only be as close to Song Mingzhe as possible.

Song Mingzhe tilted his head and listened to Ling Zhaozhao's wild guesses. After knowing that Ling Zhaozhao was not angry, he was relieved.

Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao's confident expression when he said this, and suddenly became a little playful.

"I don't understand, so how did she do it on purpose?"

Ling Zhaozhao really didn't realize that Song Mingzhe was deceiving her on purpose at first glance, and made serious gestures, preparing to give Song Mingzhe a practical rehearsal.

Ling Zhaozhao approached Song Mingzhe, and the fresh scent from his body immediately lingered at the tip of Song Mingzhe's nose.

Obviously Ye Jiaojiao's scent is similar to Ling Zhaozhao's, but Song Mingzhe subconsciously prefers the scent of Ling Zhaozhao's.

Ling Zhaozhao stretched out his jade fingers and hooked Song Mingzhe's collar.

Song Mingzhe quietly played with Ling Zhaozhao's loose hair, quietly watching her fiddle with all this.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't notice Song Mingzhe's small movements, thought for a while, and slowly approached Song Mingzhe.

"She should have approached you like this first..."

Ling Zhaozhao blinked, and moved his face closer.

Song Mingzhe let out a muffled laugh, wanting to say that Ye Jiaojiao didn't dare to get so close to him just now.

Even if Ye Jiaojiao dared to get so close, he would cut off her dangerous idea before Ye Jiaojiao.

But Ling Zhaozhao's face was so close at hand, what he wanted to say suddenly became a little bit hard to say.

"and then?"

Song Mingzhe's low and mellow voice poured out from between his lips and tongue, as if carrying a kind of bewitchment.

Listening to Song Mingzhe's voice, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt a little dry.

"And then..."

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly lowered his voice, and suddenly grabbed Song Mingzhe's collar.

"You deliberately?"

Ling Zhaozhao looked at him with bright eyes, and his bright red lips opened and closed.

This guy has a bad stomach, but fortunately she was careful just now.

Otherwise, this will definitely be a silly rehearsal of how this lipstick mark was accidentally printed on it.

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao had seen through his intentions, Song Mingzhe didn't show the disappointment Ling Zhaozhao expected.

Song Mingzhe stretched out his finger and stroked Ling Zhaozhao's lips, a gloomy expression flashed in his eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't see through the emotion in his eyes, but felt a little itchy when he looked at him.

"Zhao Zhao."

Song Mingzhe called Ling Zhaozhao's name in a low voice, so tender and itchy that Ling Zhaozhao almost curled up his toes.

His cool fingertips passed through Ling Zhaozhao's hair, leaving his own temperature on her head.

"Your lipstick looks great today."

He said word by word, his fiery eyes fell on Ling Zhaozhao's lips.

Ling Zhaozhao did indeed buy a very nice lipstick recently. I thought that Song Mingzhe would not be able to find out the number of her lipstick even if she was such an incomprehensible person.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe not only found out, but even praised her taste.

This made Ling Zhaozhao feel sweet in his heart.

"So it's a pity to land on the collar."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's full and small lips, and pictured her lips countless times in his heart, and then he looked away reluctantly.

It's a pity that such a beautiful lipstick landed on the collar, but it landed just right on his lips.

Ling Zhaozhao saw a familiar emotion in Song Mingzhe's eyes, and before he was ready, he saw Song Mingzhe bullying him.

Before Ling Zhaozhao could react, his lips touched a piece of softness.

It was the first time they kissed since the cold war.

Still in such a claustrophobic space.

Ling Zhaozhao was caught off guard by Song Mingzhe's kiss, and was afraid that Rong Yuan beside the car would hear something, so he could only whimper a few times in an attempt to vent his dissatisfaction.

Song Mingzhe kissed very badly this time, not as rampant in Ling Zhaozhao's mouth as before, but rather scheming priorities.

So even though Song Mingzhe hadn't kissed for long, Ling Zhaozhao was already too soft.

"Zhao Zhao, you need to practice again."

Song Mingzhe seemed to feel Ling Zhaozhao's defeat, chuckled, and said extremely shameful words in Ling Zhaozhao's ear.

Hearing these words, Ling Zhaozhao opened his eyes involuntarily.

What is retraining?

What aspect does this require her to practice?

This is not a kissing competition, as for more practice?

Sensing Ling Zhaozhao's half-heartedness, Song Mingzhe bit Ling Zhaozhao's lips viciously, and redirected Ling Zhaozhao's attention back.

Her distraction like this made him seem inferior.

Rong Yuan thought that there would be a long debate in the car, but he didn't expect that there was no movement at all after waiting for a long time.

He couldn't help it, and he didn't care that he was trying hard to be a wooden man, so he quietly glanced at the situation in the car.

This glance does not know, and this glance is startling.

It was cold and windy outside the car, but he didn't expect that his president and girlfriend were having a heated fight inside the car.

Rong Yuan hesitated for a moment, guessing that the two would have to spend some more time in the car, so he couldn't help but took out his mobile phone to search for nearby hotels.

As an excellent secretary, he always likes to make two-handed preparations.

In case Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao were to spend the night in the car tonight, he would also find a place to stay in advance.

At this moment, he is Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao's love security guard, escorting their love.

No matter where the boss falls in love, he is duty-bound to help the boss clear all obstacles!

A look of firmness appeared on Rong Yuan's serious face, and even the hand holding the phone couldn't help tightening.