The president's pet daughter

"Let Chen Fu send you some decent furniture some other day, and bring the golden phoenix from my study to the town house."

Song Jianguo said in a deep voice.

Then he felt a little dissatisfied and changed his mind again.

"You'd better go to the Song family to pick out some gold utensils that you want. As long as you like it, you can take it with you. You're welcome."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being flattered when he heard Song Jianguo's gesture of giving her the entire Song family.

"Uncle, this is very good... don't bother you."

This Song Jianguo's attitude was more and more beyond her expectations, it seemed that she really regarded her as the Song family.

But thinking that he was still in a cold war with Song Mingzhe, Ling Zhaozhao's eyes dimmed.

"Master, Miss Ling will have her own plans for these things, it's getting late, do you have anything else to say?"

Seeing that Song Jianguo had deviated from the topic, Chen Fu, the housekeeper, couldn't help reminding him.

They have a mission this time.

Only then did Song Jianguo remember what he was here for.

"Since it's late, I'll go back first, you should rest first."

In order not to make himself look too special, Song Jianguo coughed lightly, stood up from the sofa, and made a gesture to leave.

Seeing that Song Jianguo was leaving so soon, Ling Zhaozhao was even more confused.

So Song Jianguo made this trip to give her warmth?

To provide her with directions and to buy her some furniture, isn't this too unbelievable?

What you need to know is that Song Jianguo's attitude towards her was not like this at the beginning.

Now it's as if she is Song Jianguo's own daughter, otherwise how could Song Jianguo greet her so well.

But even though Ling Zhaozhao had a hundred questions in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, but politely sent Song Jianguo and the housekeeper Chen Fu to the door.

"It's windy outside, wear more clothes."

When Song Jianguo walked to the door, he saw Ling Zhaozhao's thin pajamas and couldn't help but speak.

"Thank you uncle."

Seeing Song Jianguo's rare tender side, Ling Zhaozhao almost missed biting his tongue when he spoke.

After getting into the car, the butler Chen Fu could not help but laugh out loud.

"Master, you seem to be your own daughter to the young lady now."

Originally, Song Mingzhe asked them to come this time.

The project that Song Mingzhe was in charge of was very important, and there was no time to take care of Ling Zhaozhao's affairs during this time.

So he asked Song Jianguo to send him some warmth and take a look at Ling Zhaozhao's recent situation.

Song Mingzhe rarely asked Song Jianguo for anything, so Song Jianguo had no reason to refuse.

"I came here because of Mingzhe."

Song Jianguo sat in the back seat, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said stiffly.

In the end, it was that stinky brat who was looking for trouble, which made him so old that he still had to take care of trivial things like young people.

It made him a life mentor, a designer, and even a caring little assistant for adding clothes.

"The young master only asked you to give the young lady some information, but didn't ask you to buy some furniture for the young lady. Your posture just now seemed like you wanted to move all the things of the Song family here."

The housekeeper, Chen Fu, didn't break through Song Jianguo's disguise, and said on his own.

"I just don't want that girl to look so shabby, lest I lose the Song family."

Song Jianguo rubbed the dragon head on the crutch and said slowly.

"The young lady is smart and beautiful, and has a good personality. It's normal to be liked by the master and his wife. It just so happens that the master doesn't have a daughter under his knees. Fortunately, there is a young lady, who can make up for this regret."

The butler Chen Fu couldn't help but speak out what was in his heart.

If Song Jianguo and Shen Qiyu had daughters, Song Jianguo would definitely be a daughter slave.

It can be seen from his attitude towards Ling Zhaozhao.

Song Jianguo originally wanted to sneer at the words of the housekeeper Chen Fu, but he couldn't help thinking of what it would be like if he had a daughter.

If he had a daughter, she should be as lively and lovely as Ayu, not like Song Mingzhe, who kept a straight face all day long and was like a natural enemy with him.

It's just that at his current age, it's too late to have a daughter with Shen Qiyu.

But consider the granddaughter.

Song Jianguo pursed his lips and asked seriously.

"You said that if Mingzhe and Zhaozhao get married next month, will I be able to hold my granddaughter next year?"

Now he can't wait to catch Song Mingzhe back from abroad to coax Ling Zhaozhao so that he won't be able to hug his granddaughter.

This question from the soul almost made the butler Chen Fu step on the brakes.

The butler Chen Fu wiped the sweat from his temples and said helplessly.

"Master, it's not even a word..."

Now Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao haven't reconciled yet, let alone getting married next month, even if they get married next year, he still feels in suspense.

"Useless stuff!"

Song Jianguo snorted coldly, complaining for the first time in his life that he hated his proud son.

morning.

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao woke up, he habitually clicked on his mailbox to see if there was any reply to the resume he submitted.

Song Mingzhe still didn't contact her, but she had already learned the great method of meditation, which is pure from seeing.

She was heating milk in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring.

She reckoned that it was Ling Yan who came to persuade her to work in his company again, and couldn't help sighing.

Ling Yan runs here every day, as if to check in.

Ling Zhaozhao opened the door cursingly, planning to severely reject Ling Yan this time, but he didn't expect that when he opened the door, he saw an extremely familiar face.

Or it could be the face that she has scolded countless times these days, but still thinks about it day and night.

Song Mingzhe stood at the door with tired eyes, looking at Ling Zhaozhao, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao leaned against the door, and she knew that at this moment she should close the door decisively, so as to make this man who didn't contact her suffer.

But she still didn't do that.

Maybe it's because I can't bear it, or maybe it's because I haven't talked to him for a long time and I want to hear his voice.

"Who are you, I don't know you, what are you doing at my door?"

Ling Zhaozhao snorted and said rather arrogantly.

Song Mingzhe sighed, and seemed to have nothing to do with her petty temper.

"I'm your man."

"If I don't come again, won't I be going to herd cattle, train monkeys in Africa, fight bulls in Spain, and then get out of the world?"

Song Mingzhe put one hand on the door frame and said meaningfully.

Ling Zhaozhao thought that Song Mingzhe hadn't seen that circle of friends, but now he was a little embarrassed to hear him read it like this.

She didn't feel so ashamed when she posted it, and she didn't know why after Song Mingzhe said it, these words became particularly toe-picking.