The president's pet daughter

What she remarked to Song Mingzhe was an incomprehensible stinky man, but Song Mingzhe only remarked her a cold full name.

"Ling, Zhao, Zhao, right?"

Ling Zhaozhao read every word, with a feeling of gnashing his teeth.

Whose boyfriend will note his girlfriend's full name?

It sounds very unfamiliar.

Before Song Mingzhe could realize what Ling Zhaozhao was concerned about, he glanced at the screen with puzzled eyes.

"Did I make a typo?"

With a polite smile on Ling Zhaozhao's face, he took out his mobile phone and quickly changed the notes for Song Mingzhe.

"It's okay, Song Mingzhe."

Song Mingzhe saw that Ling Zhaozhao changed the notes for himself, and then realized what Ling Zhaozhao cared about.

He quietly took the phone from Ling Zhaozhao, and wrote a new note for himself.

Before Ling Zhaozhao could react, the phone fell into Song Mingzhe's hands.

When the phone returned to her hand again, Song Mingzhe's note seemed to be changed to kissing the big baby.

But Song Mingzhe's actions have not stopped.

He picked up his mobile phone, and solemnly changed the notes to Ling Zhaozhao's entire network.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help looking over curiously.

Very good, she is calling Kiss Baby on Song Mingzhe's phone now.

Ling Zhaozhao, who was suddenly numb: ...

Sometimes, Song Mingzhe's enlightenment can make people feel goosebumps.

"Is that all right? Baby?"

Song Mingzhe's magnetic voice slanted out from between his lips and tongue, and he caressed Ling Zhaozhao's back by the way.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that every inch touched by Song Mingzhe seemed to be on fire, and couldn't help but shudder slightly.

"Well done, big darling."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at him not to be outdone.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's appearance, Song Mingzhe's smile became more obvious.

Just as he was about to say something, the phone in his pocket rang.

It was Mu Yang calling.

"Mingzhe, I heard from your old man that you came back today, why don't you tell me so that I can pick you up, and why are you not in Boer? This is not like a workaholic like you."

Song Mingzhe stroked Ling Zhaozhao's beautiful hair, and replied absently.

"Because something happened."

Accompanying his wife is the most important thing, and other things have to be sidelined.

"Yo, what else can you do? Left and right are just accompanying girl Zhaozhao. Judging from your tone, it must be that the beauty is pregnant?"

Mu Yang is worthy of being an old Jianghu who hangs around in the flowers. Just by listening to Song Mingzhe's tone of voice, he has already guessed the reason why Song Mingzhe is distracted.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't want to hear what they were talking about, but Song Mingzhe hugged her waist tightly, and she couldn't break free at all, so she could only listen to Mu Yang teasing like this.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's embarrassment, Song Mingzhe smiled, and the force on Ling Zhaozhao's waist intensified unconsciously.

"I'm not accompanying Ling Zhaozhao."

His gaze moved down and landed on Ling Zhaozhao's face, his tone was extraordinarily teasing and playful.

"Accompanying my dear baby."

Since she didn't want him to call her by her full name, he had to call her by this nickname.

Anyway, she seemed to be quite comfortable with this title just now.

Hearing Song Mingzhe's words, Ling Zhaozhao instantly petrified.

Help, how could someone announce such a nasty title to the public so naturally.

Is she shameless?

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Ling Zhaozhao was angry and annoyed, knowing that Mu Yang was a big mouth who couldn't hide anything, maybe this title would reach Gao Yue's ears after a while.

It's a shame, it's really a shame.

Mu Yang was still confused on the other end of the phone, thinking that Song Mingzhe had found a new love without anyone noticing, and was planning to tell Ling Zhaozhao about it tactfully.

Unexpectedly, Ling Zhaozhao's voice was heard in the next second.

After all, Mu Yang was in love, so he immediately understood what was going on.

He knows all about the little fun between lovers.

"Then I won't bother you and your dear baby. Let's meet for dinner another day."

Mu Yang said very understandingly.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that the timing for Mu Yang to hang up the phone was good, and it would be even better if he didn't mention that shameful title.

After Song Mingzhe hung up the phone, he found that Ling Zhaozhao was rubbing against his arms vigorously.

"It's all your fault, I've lost all face."

Ling Zhaozhao's voice was muffled, and she could imagine how Gao Yue and Lin Xi would make fun of her with this title in the future.

"Okay, dear baby."

Song Mingzhe patted her on the back and comforted her gently.

Inexplicably, Ling Zhaozhao heard this title again: ...

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao was so ashamed that he could hardly lift his head, Song Mingzhe couldn't help laughing.

His eyes fell on Ling Zhaozhao's slightly pursed lips, and his eyes instantly became a little dim.

"Zhao Zhao, how do you feel about the mattress you bought last time?"

Song Mingzhe's fingers brushed across Ling Zhaozhao's back unconsciously, and said meaningfully.

"I think it's pretty good, but I haven't experienced the function yet, and I don't know if it's easy to use."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief seeing that Song Mingzhe finally didn't bother with the title, and then talked about his feeling of using the mattress very simply.

Song Mingzhe nodded when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but wonder why Song Mingzhe would suddenly bring up this topic.

In the next second, Ling Zhaozhao was hugged by Song Mingzhe.

"Then shall we try it out?"

His low voice sounded in Ling Zhaozhao's ears, as if carrying a kind of seductive power.

Ling Zhaozhao heard his malicious intentions, and couldn't help but grab the corner of his clothes.

"……are not you tired?"

When he entered the door, he looked very tired, but now he is very energetic.

Song Mingzhe hugged Ling Zhaozhao tightly in his arms, and walked slowly towards Ling Zhaozhao's bedroom.

While thinking about how to maximize the use of the functions of the mattress, he answered Ling Zhaozhao's question.

"With my dear baby accompanying me, of course I'm not tired."

Ling Zhaozhao lay in his arms, almost out of breath.

Can you stop mentioning this name again!

Shame really!

She herself has 1 regrets now, regretting bringing up this matter, regretting not stopping Song Mingzhe from changing this shameful note.

"You're so naughty!"

Ling Zhaozhao tugged on Song Mingzhe's collar, blushing and said.

Song Mingzhe looked at her shameful and alluring appearance, and his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling.

Does he hate it?

But the more annoying thing is yet to come.

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, hiding all his shady thoughts in his eyes, and the strength in his hands involuntarily increased.

Thousands of words, only turned into his whisper.

"Ah."