The president's pet daughter

The moment he saw the guests downstairs, Song Mingzhe took Ling Zhaozhao's hand in his arms.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but blush when he saw the two of them clasping their fingers.

Isn't it indecent to be so intimate in front of so many people?

But Song Mingzhe didn't give Ling Zhaozhao a chance to retreat.

There was a smile on his lips, and he looked at Ling Zhaozhao affectionately and tenderly.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly understood what he meant.

He didn't want to maintain the so-called elegance and politeness in front of others, he just wanted to make no secret of his preference for her in front of everyone.

Ling Zhaozhao lowered his eyes slightly, the corners of his lips curled up, and the strength of his grip involuntarily increased.

After all, Song Jianguo was the head of the Song family, so he naturally wanted to speak a few words, and Song Mingzhe, as the next successor, should also say some polite words.

When it was Song Mingzhe's turn to speak, he was not even willing to let go of Ling Zhaozhao's hand.

Their clasped hands were so brightly exposed in front of everyone.

Song Mingzhe said a few polite words as usual, and then he seemed to think of something, and the smile on his face widened.

"...This is my fiancée Ling Zhaozhao. I will invite you all to have a wedding drink sometime later."

Those who came to the banquet heard that the person who organized the banquet was Song Mingzhe's girlfriend, but wealthy families always like the new and dislike the old, so they don't have much hope for Ling Zhaozhao.

Unexpectedly, the always cold-hearted and ruthless young master of the Song family would address her as his fiancée.

What's more, Song Mingzhe is not a person who promises casually.

He said that he would invite everyone to a wedding banquet in the future, which means that this matter is already a certainty.

As a result, the way everyone looked at Ling Zhaozhao changed instantly.

Ling Zhaozhao stood on the steps, staring at the people downstairs.

From their eyes, Ling Zhaozhao saw envy, disbelief, jealousy and incomprehension...

She understood that with Song Mingzhe's family background, the future might not be as smooth as before.

But she has never been a timid person.

After the Song family father and son finished speaking, the banquet continued according to the established procedure.

Even for Song Mingzhe, it was inevitable to exchange some pleasantries.

Ling Zhaozhao followed Song Mingzhe in this way, and met characters who could only be seen in financial newspapers and magazines.

Then, I saw Song Mei, Song Mingzhe's fourth aunt.

Perhaps the imprisonment of Song Dahai and Song Qingqing had brought a lot of shock to Song Mei. During this period of time, Song Mei did not dare to get too close to the Song family, for fear that there would be some excuses to make herself into trouble.

After all, her cold-blooded elder brother said that if he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, he would not recognize anyone.

Song Mei only brought her daughter Wang Xueqin with her today. When Wang Xueqin saw Song Mingzhe, she couldn't help but have a scared expression on her face.

She is really afraid of her cousin and uncle now.

Song Mingzhe didn't want to talk to them at first, but there were so many people at the banquet. The rumors about Song Dahai and Song Qingqing Lingdang's imprisonment had already been rumored. gossip.

The reputation and stock of the Song family will also be affected.

"Fourth aunt, cousin, please stay safe."

Song Mingzhe greeted them patiently, took two glasses of red wine from the servants, and handed them to Song Mei and Wang Xueqin.

What he meant was very clear, if he took these two glasses of wine, the two families could still get along as well as before.

It doesn't matter if you don't eat the fine wine for the toast, no matter how ugly the words outside are, Song Mingzhe won't take it to heart.

Wang Xueqin saw what Song Mingzhe meant, and just as she was about to reach out to take the wine that Song Mingzhe handed over, Song Mei stopped her with her eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Ling Zhaozhao noticed that many people were secretly looking this way, and couldn't help but tugged at the corner of Song Mingzhe's clothes.

"Otherwise, you can go to Uncle and say hello, I'll be fine here."

Shen Zhihe and Zhou Qing came to Song's house early in the morning. Although Shen Qiyu and Song Jianguo tended to reconcile, Shen Zhihe still couldn't understand Song Jianguo.

After all, the grievances accumulated over the years cannot be resolved in two or three days.

So the couple only took a look at Ling Zhaozhao, said a few words to her, and didn't even bother to join the Song family.

When Song Mingzhe heard that Ling Zhaozhao took the initiative to take over this mess, he wanted to refuse, but then he thought that Ling Zhaozhao had been whispering in his ear that he wanted to fight side by side.

"Well, then I'll come back later."

Song Mingzhe nodded and compromised with Ling Zhaozhao.

Looking at Song Mingzhe's tall and straight back as he walked away, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

With Song Mingzhe's temperament, if he procrastinates here any longer, he probably won't have any good looks at Song Mei and Wang Xueqin.

In all fairness, even if Song Jianguo is here, he probably wants a family to live in harmony.

Although Song Jianguo didn't say anything in the past few days, after all, he sent his younger brother and sister to prison with his own hands, and it was a big blow to think about it.

Even the wrinkles around the eyes have increased.

Ling Zhaozhao knew that Song Mingzhe and Song Jianguo had very different ideas, and he didn't want the father and son to disagree on this matter, so he took the initiative to be the peacemaker.

"That kid really listens to you, Ling Zhaozhao, you are really good at it."

Song Mei looked at Ling Zhaozhao and persuaded Song Mingzhe to leave with a few words, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She looked at the wine glass in Ling Zhaozhao's hand with disdain.

"I know what you're thinking, but I won't take this glass of wine. I just want outsiders to see how dilapidated the Song family is and how weak the family relationship is."

Song Mei crossed her hands in front of her chest, and said arrogantly.

From being a spoiled child to growing up, she has always acted according to her own preferences.

She knew that the Song family had always been at odds with each other, but as long as the superficial peace was maintained, the Song family would still be a close family in the eyes of outsiders.

But he didn't expect his eldest brother to send his two older brothers and sisters to the prison without saying a word, and didn't reveal any news to her.

This not only did not treat her as a family member, but also made her a laughing stock of others.

Who doesn't know that the Fourth Miss of the Song family is trembling every day, and she doesn't even dare to go to the door of the Song family, because she is afraid that Song Jianguo will be unhappy and send her to prison and step on a sewing machine.

Ling Zhaozhao just smiled when he heard Song Mei's words.

"Whether you take it or not, and whether I give it or not is not our business. As long as you are still the Song family, you must take this glass of wine."

She almost forcibly broke away Song Mei's hand, and forced the wine glass into Song Mei's hand.

There was still a sweet smile on Ling Zhaozhao's face. In the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that the two were exchanging affectionate greetings. Song Mei also took the wine from Ling Zhaozhao's hand by the way.

It was not at all obvious that Song Mei was forced.