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"understood."

Ling Zhaozhao blushed for no reason because of his agitated girlish heart, and his voice couldn't help but lowered a few degrees.

Thinking of today's plan, Ling Zhaozhao took advantage of this opportune moment to lean closer to Song Mingzhe.

She deliberately chose a very difficult posture, and gently leaned against Song Mingzhe's side.

"Do you want to add something to it?"

Ling Zhaozhao tugged on his neckline, rested his face with one hand, and pretended to ask casually.

Song Mingzhe straightened her up in the next second.

"Sit down, be careful that you will fall later."

Song Mingzhe frowned slightly, as if he was particularly worried that Ling Zhaozhao would fall off his chair if he did so.

After all, her ass was almost off the chair.

Ling Zhaozhao was caught off guard by Song Mingzhe, and he pursed his lips unwillingly, and was ready to continue working hard on his big plan.

Song Mingzhe's phone rang.

Seeing the name on the screen, Ling Zhaozhao bit his lip angrily.

Mu Yang, he better have something urgent.

As if sensing the change in Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, Song Mingzhe glanced at her thoughtfully, and then connected the phone.

He thought that Mu Yang shouldn't be in a hurry at this point, so he simply pressed the speakerphone.

"Mingzhe, you run fast, didn't you agree to have fun in the clubhouse today? Everyone is here, so you rush home in a hurry."

"If you want me to say that you are too used to Miss Zhaozhao, otherwise why would you be afraid of her being like this? If a woman is spoiled like this, it will cause problems. You have to alienate her properly and let her feel the importance of you. "

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect that Mu Yang's every word was to jump on her thunder point.

"Do you think what I said makes sense?"

Mu Yang probably drank a lot of wine, and it sounds like he has a big tongue.

"It makes sense. I reward you for not talking about it next time. Also, I will tell Yueyue what happened today. Mu Yang, you can ask for more blessings."

Ling Zhaozhao's voice suddenly rang from the other end of the phone, which woke Mu Yang up from his drink in an instant.

"Song Mingzhe! You turned on the speakerphone! I hate you!"

"Sister Zhaozhao, you can't embellish this matter in front of Yueyue, you can't sow discord between me and Yueyue!"

Mu Yang became impatient, and his voice was raised several degrees.

He just wanted to drink some wine, and was afraid that Gao Yue would be unhappy, so he told Gao Yue that it was just a meal with friends.

If Ling Zhaozhao told Gao Yue about this, he would definitely have no good fruit to eat.

"It's good to be afraid of your wife, I hope you can understand this sentence."

Hearing Mu Yang's screams on the other end of the phone, Song Mingzhe couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing Song Mingzhe's words, Mu Yang couldn't help being even angrier, and hung up the phone cursingly.

But Ling Zhaozhao's scrutinizing eyes also projected over at the same time.

"Clubhouse, what clubhouse? You have quite a lot of tricks."

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao heard these two words, those unserious places appeared in his mind.

Although he knew that Song Mingzhe would not linger in that kind of place, but from Mu Yang's tone, it was not that Song Mingzhe had never been there.

"It's a place to drink. If you're worried, I'll take you there next time."

Song Mingzhe quietly put a chicken leg into Ling Zhaozhao's bowl.

Even though the taste of the soup is weird, the stewed chicken is still delicious.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's sincere words, the anger in his heart dissipated a lot.

She remembered the wise saying of giving each other independent space in a relationship, and said it pretending to be generous.

"Forget it, I'm not interested, so don't take me there."

"Well, then I'll be back on time after finishing my work."

Song Mingzhe paused with the chopsticks in his hand, and said in a serious tone.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard Song Mingzhe's 24-year-old boyfriend speak.

"You can also have your own space, and you don't have to worry about me too much, not to mention that you don't seem to have anything to do when you come back."

Ling Zhaozhao stuffed a mouthful of chicken into his mouth, his tone a little sour.

In the past few days, Song Mingzhe seemed to spend much more time at work than with her.

Thinking of their dull relationship recently, Ling Zhaozhao felt even more uncomfortable.

The secret to maintaining a long-term relationship is freshness. If they go on like this for a long time, it will only be as plain as water.

It's not that she hasn't tried hard, it's just that Song Mingzhe is as serious as a piece of wood.

Sometimes she really hates Song Mingzhe's incomprehensible style.

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He glanced vaguely at Ling Zhaozhao, as if he had seen through Ling Zhaozhao's little thoughts.

Song Mingzhe sighed softly, lifted Ling Zhaozhao from the seat, and let her sit directly on his lap.

Ling Zhaozhao was caught off guard by Song Mingzhe and almost screamed out.

"I see, it's very good."

Song Mingzhe's burning eyes seemed to be through that pink apron, and what he said was enough to make people blush and heartbeat.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to show his carelessness in such a way, and his face couldn't help but burn red.

"I'd rather be with you than drink with them."

Song Mingzhe's mobile game walked around Ling Zhaozhao's waist, as if lighting a fire.

Ling Zhaozhao felt an itch in his waist and couldn't help twisting.

"Zhao Zhao, don't be afraid, we won't become very ordinary."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao quietly, and lightly pinched the soft flesh on Ling Zhaozhao's waist.

These days, he was concerned about Ling Zhaozhao's leg injury, so he didn't dare to act rashly. There were so many things going on in the company, so he would naturally ignore Ling Zhaozhao's feelings.

Ling Zhaozhao grabbed Song Mingzhe's collar, and after hearing what Song Mingzhe said, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She didn't know if it was because she had nothing to do recently, so she was extra sentimental on these relationship issues.

This will not work.

Just as Ling Zhaozhao was silently thinking about when to go to work, Song Mingzhe put more force on her waist.

"Thank you Zhao Zhao for the chicken soup, I will repay you well."

Song Mingzhe's lips curved slightly, and his tone suddenly became dark.

Hearing Song Mingzhe's words, Ling Zhaozhao sat up straight in fright.

The bowl of chicken soup she cooked for him was not for him to repay her.

She simply felt that Song Mingzhe had worked hard recently and wanted to reward him well.

Her thoughts are definitely not so dirty!

Before Ling Zhaozhao could defend herself, her lips were blocked by Song Mingzhe.

At the moment when he felt the softness on his lips, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt that he was lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot.