The president's pet daughter

"No, I just think that you looked like a hostess just now."

The corner of Song Mingzhe's mouth curled up, and he took the lunch box from Ling Zhaozhao's hand, and threw it into the trash can beside him without even looking at it.

Although he didn't know what Ling Zhaozhao just said, but Ling Zhaozhao just mentioned the word "home" in front of him, which already made him very happy.

This shows that Ling Zhaozhao has regarded this place as his home.

And he chose to stand with him to repel those who have bad intentions.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe's attention to be so strange, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

This man's brain circuit is really weird sometimes.

"I'm ashamed to lose your face, otherwise people would think you have bad eyesight."

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at Song Mingzhe reproachfully.

Song Mingzhe was about to say something when he saw Ling Zhaozhao's slightly messy outfit and slippers on his feet, and couldn't help but feel his heart twitch.

"Zhao Zhao, are you angry?"

Ling Zhaozhao must have heard something, so he rushed over here without even having time to change his clothes and shoes.

"You listen to me explain..."

Song Mingzhe pondered for a while, wanting to explain the ins and outs of this matter to Ling Zhaozhao.

But Ling Zhaozhao didn't want to hear it.

Because she felt that things were definitely similar to what she expected, so why waste time listening.

What's more, she didn't have time to change her clothes and shoes because Gao Yue was in a hurry, so she couldn't make it in time, and it wasn't because she was angry.

"I don't want to hear it, you don't have to say it."

Ling Zhaozhao sighed softly, and was about to take out the snacks that Yunmei had prepared for Song Mingzhe.

After so long, it might be cold, and she needs to warm it up later.

But what Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect was that this sentence fell into Song Mingzhe's ears, but it had a different meaning.

"You are angry, you must be angry."

Song Mingzhe looked into Ling Zhaozhao's eyes and said firmly.

But there was also an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Although he didn't want to make Ling Zhaozhao angry, he liked the feeling that Ling Zhaozhao cared about him.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's words, he couldn't help but support his forehead.

She was really not angry this time.

One is that she has enough trust in Song Mingzhe, and the other is that from the confrontation between her and Ye Jiaojiao just now, Ye Jiaojiao definitely does not pose any threat.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's composed look, Song Mingzhe was a little uncertain about his judgment.

She didn't seem, really, to be angry.

Not even a hint of jealousy.

"Aren't you angry?"

Song Mingzhe hugged her from behind Ling Zhaozhao, and the warm breath lingered in her ears, making Ling Zhaozhao itchy.

Ling Zhaozhao shook his head, and passed a small cake to Song Mingzhe's mouth by the way.

Song Mingzhe took a sip of the small cake, it was very sweet, but he felt an indescribable boredom in his heart.

"Aren't you jealous?"

The last time he had Ye Jiaojiao's lipstick on his collar, Ling Zhaozhao didn't seem to be jealous either.

Even if she said something, it was as if she was joking.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at Song Mingzhe strangely, not quite understanding why he kept chasing after her today to ask such unnutritious topics.

The reason why she wasn't angry or jealous was entirely because it wasn't worth it.

There's no need for her to get angry and jealous over unworthy people and things, it's not worth it.

"What's wrong with you today? I'm really not jealous, and I'm really not angry. These snacks seem to be cold, and the taste is not so good. I have to heat it up."

Ling Zhaozhao arranged the snacks neatly, casually comforted Song Mingzhe, and then walked into the kitchen.

Song Mingzhe stared closely at Ling Zhaozhao's every move, trying to find out something unusual about her.

But unfortunately, Ling Zhaozhao was normal from beginning to end.

But Song Mingzhe clearly remembered that when they first fell in love, Ling Zhaozhao was notoriously jealous.

I am eating a little vinegar all the time.

How did you change your mind and become so enlightened now?

Song Mingzhe couldn't figure it out.

Ling Zhaozhao like this is of course good, he is sensible and knows how to advance and retreat, and will not easily find trouble.

But he didn't like this Ling Zhaozhao very much.

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips and called Mu Yang.

"Hey, why do you call me when you have time? It's abnormal."

As soon as the phone was connected, Mu Yang's idle voice came over.

"Will Gao Yue be angry with you and eat your jealousy?"

Song Mingzhe untied a gash in his neck, as if this would make his breathing easier.

Mu Yang was stunned for a moment on the other end of the phone, obviously he didn't realize that Song Mingzhe would ask such a question.

"Of course, we are a serious couple, and it's still very sweet."

Listening to Mu Yang's happy words, Song Mingzhe felt as if his heart had been stabbed ten thousand times.

Very good, everyone's girlfriends will be angry and jealous, but not his?

Could it be that the relationship between him and Ling Zhaozhao is not sweet?

"Besides, girls are delicate and sensitive creatures. If she doesn't get angry with you or make you jealous, it means she doesn't care about you that much."

"Otherwise, why would you be indifferent, don't you think?"

Every word of Mu Yang seemed to dance on the tip of Song Mingzhe's heart.

His heart ached a little as he jumped.

After Mu Yang finished speaking, he heard that there was no sound from the other end, so he couldn't help but make a bold guess.

"You call me to ask this kind of thing, could it be..."

Before Mu Yang could tell his guess, Song Mingzhe silently hung up the phone.

Ling Zhaozhao just finished heating up the dim sum, and walked out of the kitchen excitedly.

Seeing Song Mingzhe just finished the phone call, he couldn't help calling Song Mingzhe to sit down quickly.

"It's delicious. My mother's honey cake is really amazing. Hurry up and eat it while it's hot. I'm still waiting to give my mother feedback."

If Yunmei knew that Song Mingzhe liked to eat this, she would be very happy.

Song Mingzhe had no appetite.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and lost the expression in his eyes.

"You eat, don't forget to thank aunt for me, I'm full."

He was literally fed up.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand why Ling Zhaozhao wasn't jealous or angry.

Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback when he heard Song Mingzhe's words, and couldn't help feeling a little strange.

I didn't see Song Mingzhe eating anything, so he was full for no reason.

Ling Zhaozhao looked around for a while, but there were no snacks to eat.

Even her eyes fell on the love bento brought by Ye Jiaojiao in the trash can.

The love bento is still lying in the trash can.

Ling Zhaozhao was puzzled, looking at Song Mingzhe's resentful back, he really didn't understand why Song Mingzhe ate behind her back so that his stomach was so full.