The president's pet daughter

Inside the apartment.

Mu Yang looked at the tea made by Song Mingzhe in front of him with surprise.

And Song Mingzhe leaned on the back of the chair calmly, raised his chin, and signaled Mu Yang to drink tea.

Mu Yang stretched out his finger, then retracted it hesitantly.

"There's no poison in here, is there?"

Mu Yang asked tentatively.

He had always been the only one who made tea for Song Mingzhe, but Song Mingzhe would kindly invite him to sit at home and make tea for him himself.

How could this kind of VIP-level treatment that he had never enjoyed before prevent him from speculating on Song Mingzhe's intentions in front of him.

"I can't give my family that single business. Recently, our old man is very strict, and if I don't work hard, I won't have money to marry Yueyue. We are also married people now, and we want to make money for our wife."

Mu Yang thought of the big deal he had negotiated recently, and firmly pushed Song Mingzhe's tea back.

In order to train him, his old man deliberately suspended his card. If he wants to spend money, he has to work hard for the Mu family.

So he is working hard now.

Song Mingzhe never had any special things to show him hospitality, because there was no need for that at all.

After all, Song Mingzhe can do what he can do, and Song Mingzhe can do what he can't.

The corners of Song Mingzhe's lips curled up, watching the tea leaves floating up and down in the teacup in front of him, his slender fingers crossed on his chin.

"I don't need your business."

When Mu Yang heard Song Mingzhe's words, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

If it’s not money, it’s fine if it’s not money.

He is an iron cock now, and no one can get a penny from his pocket.

Mu Yang's heart calmed down a bit, and then he thought that Song Mingzhe was so kind to him suddenly, not for his money, but for...

How should I put it, Song Mingzhe generally seeks either things or people.

A crazy idea suddenly appeared in Mu Yang's mind.

He looked at Song Mingzhe and the cup of tea, and then at himself, showing a embarrassed expression.

"Brother, although I know that I am handsome, you will inevitably sink, but we both have girlfriends now, even if you take a fancy to me, it is impossible for us."

"You know, I love Yueyue very much."

Mu Yang patted Song Mingzhe's shoulder with a painful face, and politely refused.

He really didn't expect that Song Mingzhe would have such thoughts about him.

Alas, there's no way, who made him naturally attractive.

Song Mingzhe frowned, and slapped Mu Yang's hand off his shoulder.

"What are you babbling about?"

Song Mingzhe pressed the bridge of his nose, regretting finding this unreliable Mu Yang.

But he doesn't have many friends, and even fewer have emotional experience. After thinking about it for a while, only Mu Yang is the most suitable one.

"I came to you to ask why Zhaozhao doesn't take my jealousy."

Song Mingzhe thought for a while, and said almost gnashing his teeth.

He tossed and turned these days, not quite understanding why Ling Zhaozhao didn't like his jealousy anymore.

But the way they get along is the same as before the quarrel.

"what?"

Mu Yang looked at Song Mingzhe blankly.

He really didn't hear what Song Mingzhe was saying.

After all, what Song Mingzhe said was too soft and forceful, no matter how close he was, he couldn't hear what he said.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help but tighten his fists under the table when he heard Mu Yang's words.

But then I thought that I really wanted something from others, so I repeated it patiently.

After Mu Yang heard it clearly, he nodded his head several times and began to think seriously.

"If you say this, it's actually quite normal, so it means that Zhao Zhao is sensible."

"Look at how lucky you are. You have found a beautiful girlfriend. Not only is she smart, she is also sensible and not clingy. How great it is."

Mu Yang cheerfully raised his teacup, seeing Song Mingzhe's gloomy face, he put down the teacup silently.

Well, he knew what he just said was bullshit.

If Song Mingzhe really liked Ling Zhaozhao's understanding, he wouldn't have specially invited him to his house for tea.

"Generally, if a woman is not jealous, there are undoubtedly two situations."

Mu Yang thought about his choice of words before speaking again.

"One is that she has given up on this man. No matter how much he messes around outside, she will not be moved. The other is that she doesn't care about this man at all, so there is no need for her to be jealous in whatever she does."

"I think Miss Zhaozhao..."

Mu Yang once again saw Song Mingzhe's increasingly gloomy face, swallowed involuntarily, and sat up straight.

"Sister Zhaozhao must be in the third situation. Yes, she is obviously jealous in her heart, but she doesn't show it. She pretends to be sensible and makes people feel distressed."

Mu Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly overturned all his previous words.

Song Mingzhe stroked the teacup, as if he really listened to what Mu Yang said just now.

"But I don't want to be like this. What can you do to make her less sensible?"

He wanted Ling Zhaozhao to look fearless in front of him like before.

He didn't need Ling Zhaozhao to pretend to be sensible, he just wanted Ling Zhaozhao to be his real self.

Mu Yang gasped when he heard Song Mingzhe's words.

It's not that he doesn't want to help Song Mingzhe, but that although he has a lot of emotional experience, he doesn't take those women seriously, so this is the first time he has encountered this situation.

Gao Yue and Ling Zhaozhao have two completely different temperaments, he can't tell Song Mingzhe how to coax Gao Yue, can he?

What's more, drinking tea with Song Mingzhe one-on-one like this is a bit too stressful.

"Well, let me find a few friends who know Zhao Zhao's sister well. We will tailor a plan for her according to Zhao Zhao's situation. Do you think it will work?"

Mu Yang decided to transfer the pressure to other people.

Otherwise, with Song Mingzhe's temperament, as long as he can't figure it out, he won't even think about leaving today.

He also wants to have dinner with his baby Yueyue later.

Song Mingzhe thought for a while, then nodded, agreeing with Mu Yang's idea.

But when he saw these people coming to his apartment, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

He didn't expect that Mu Yang directly invited all three Ling family brothers.

"Brother-in-law, what's going on? I heard that something is wrong with Zhao Zhao recently. Is he sick?"

Eldest brother Ling Zhi pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, looking anxious.

"Could someone trouble her online again?"

The second elder brother Ling Yuan pursed his lips, his fingers were ready to move.

"Or whoever bullied Zhaozhao, brother-in-law, you tell me, I'll take someone to beat him right away!"

Ling Yan was gearing up, looking fierce.

Song Mingzhe looked at the appearance of the three brothers of the Ling family, pressed his temples with some headaches, and his eyes fell on the instigator.

"Muyang, what did you tell them?"