The president's pet daughter

"That woman is actually acting with me, just to make you jealous."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao sincerely.

Ling Zhaozhao did not expect Song Mingzhe to be so straightforward, so he was caught off guard.

To be honest, during the few seconds Song Mingzhe paused just now, she had already thought about all the bad things.

Ling Zhaozhao blinked, squeezed the back of Song Mingzhe's hand, and thought about his words.

"Song Mingzhe, are you crazy? Why do you want to find someone to make me jealous?"

Does he like the way he is jealous?

Otherwise, why did he spend a lot of time finding an actor to act in this play in front of her.

It's fine after the performance, but I have to tell her so frankly.

If Ling Zhaozhao didn't know that Song Mingzhe had no intention of playing tricks on her, she would definitely get angry.

"Yes, I am indeed crazy."

Song Mingzhe rolled his Adam's apple, and interlocked his fingers with Ling Zhaozhao.

"When you are not jealous, I will think about why you are not jealous, whether you don't like me, or you don't care about me at all, Ling Zhaozhao, I am crazy, so crazy that I will think about your every move for a long time .”

Listening to Song Mingzhe's words, Ling Zhaozhao opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

To be honest, it was hard for her to imagine that Song Mingzhe said such love-loving words with that cold and handsome face that was angry with both men and gods.

What's more, Song Mingzhe's eyes at this moment really resemble those of the Samoyed she raised.

For a moment, Ling Zhaozhao was so watched that he wanted to reach out and touch Song Mingzhe's head.

Ling Zhaozhao subconsciously covered his chest, trying to stop his heart from beating wildly because of these words.

Song Mingzhe saw that he had said so much heart and soul, but Ling Zhaozhao didn't seem to respond at all, so he couldn't help getting closer to her, and frowned slightly.

"Are you listening to what I'm saying?"

He said so much, and her reaction was so flat?

God knows, he can only say these words to her.

Ling Zhaozhao heard the grievance in Song Mingzhe's tone, and hurriedly tugged his ears to express his innocence.

"I heard it, I heard it with both ears."

"I just don't know for a while, what to say."

Ling Zhaozhao took a deep breath to barely recover from the impact of Song Mingzhe's words on her.

"I won't dislike you, Song Mingzhe, I will always choose you firmly and stay by your side, so you don't have to worry about gains and losses."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe with an extremely sincere tone.

Since the day she was with Song Mingzhe, she never thought about being separated from Song Mingzhe.

Unless Song Mingzhe made some terrible mistakes.

But he has always been good, so good that she couldn't bear to let go.

Song Mingzhe felt a lot more at ease when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words.

His eyes fluttered, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up.

"Zhao Zhao, but I'm afraid."

His tone was low, mixed with a smile that Ling Zhaozhao couldn't detect.

Ling Zhaozhao was already dazed by what he said just now, and when he saw Song Mingzhe lowering his eyes slightly, and hearing his frightened tone, he suddenly froze inexplicably.

Ling Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, pressed the back of Song Mingzhe's head, and kissed him proactively.

The moment his lips touched, Ling Zhaozhao felt the strength in his hand suddenly tighten.

In order to prove his sincerity, Ling Zhaozhao stayed for a few more seconds.

"Now you're not afraid, are you?"

Ling Zhaozhao coughed lightly, and looked away uncomfortably.

However, in the next second, Song Mingzhe changed her position.

She changed from sitting on Song Mingzhe's lap to lying on the large black leather sofa.

The instigator looked down at her and said solemnly.

"I'm still a little scared, Zhao Zhao."

He deliberately prolongs the ending, which is very lingering.

Only then did Ling Zhaozhao react.

What fear, what worry about gain and loss, are all tricks of this man in front of him to lure her into the bait.

But she foolishly took it seriously, and offered a kiss to show her innocence.

Just hearing Song Mingzhe call his name, Ling Zhaozhao already softened half of his body.

not to mention……

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes moved to Song Mingzhe's restless hand, and he couldn't help biting his lip.

She grabbed Song Mingzhe's sleeve, a little embarrassed.

"Haven't had lunch yet."

At noon, she was just jealous and didn't eat any delicious food.

Moreover, it's not good to do this kind of thing in broad daylight, right?

Everyone has to go to work this afternoon.

How can you go to work if you don't have enough energy?

The awareness of wage earners in Ling Zhaozhao's bones has awakened untimely.

Song Mingzhe kept moving his hands and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm already eating."

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's words, he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

But her thoughts had begun to be out of her control, and intermittent voices came out of her mouth unconsciously.

Ling Zhaozhao took the initiative to put his arms around Song Mingzhe's neck, and asked flatteringly with a bit of charm in his eyes.

"Then...can you hurry up?"

She was really hungry after all.

Song Mingzhe supported Ling Zhaozhao's head, afraid that she would hit the corner of the sofa, and there was an unclear smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Zhaozhao's question was really difficult to answer.

But he won't let Ling Zhaozhao go hungry.

Just as the atmosphere was getting thicker, there was a sudden sound from the closed door of the office.

Song Mingzhe frowned slightly, his back was slightly stiff, and he quickly helped Ling Zhaozhao tidy some messy clothes.

Ling Zhaozhao also heard the sudden sound and almost jumped up from the sofa.

The housekeeper Chen Fu pushed open the door of the office, stood respectfully by the door, and glanced at Song Jianguo who was leaning on a dragon head crutch.

Song Jianguo's eyes were heavy, and he walked in steadily with a walking stick.

His sharp gaze swept over Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao who were sitting on the sofa, and he paused.

is it hot today

Why are the faces of these two people a little red?

Song Jianguo glanced suspiciously at the central air conditioner in the office, and found that there was no heating in the office.

Seeing that it was Song Jianguo, Song Mingzhe's expression darkened instantly.

"Shouldn't one knock when entering or leaving someone's office?"

And Ling Zhaozhao, who was sitting beside Song Mingzhe, was working hard to be a wooden man.

My heart was scratching my head.

Fortunately, they reacted quickly, otherwise wouldn't it be...

Ling Zhaozhao thought for a while but didn't realize the result, the sense of shame surged in his heart again.

Hearing Song Mingzhe's tone of obvious desire and dissatisfaction, she was afraid that he would have another conflict with Song Jianguo, so she couldn't help tugging at the corner of Song Mingzhe's clothes to signal him to calm down.

When Song Jianguo heard Song Mingzhe's words, he clasped his hands on the dragon head crutches. No one could guess what was going on in his mind.