The president's pet daughter

"If you're a little afraid of heights, you don't have to sit with me on these projects."

Ling Zhaozhao was calming Song Mingzhe by the trash can, hesitant to speak.

She really didn't know that Song Mingzhe had a slight fear of heights. If she knew, she wouldn't dare to drag Song Mingzhe to ride the roller coaster.

She even said just now that she was going to take the big pendulum and the jumping machine...

Song Mingzhe agreed to her with a complicated face.

"As long as you want, I can accompany you."

Song Mingzhe wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue and spoke firmly.

It's a big deal to vomit again.

This time, he underestimated the excitement of this roller coaster, forgetting that this is a terrifying roller coaster that can be ranked in the whole country.

"Let's play other things first. I heard that there is a haunted house here. We can try it."

Ling Zhaozhao saw that Song Mingzhe's expression was not very good, and decisively gave up her original plan.

It would be too unfair to Song Mingzhe if she did whatever she wanted regardless of Song Mingzhe's feelings.

What's more, haunted houses in playgrounds are generally not scary, so it's not bad to use this as a transition.

Song Mingzhe wanted to say something, but Ling Zhaozhao didn't give him this chance, and directly dragged him to the door of the haunted house.

The entrance of the haunted house is decorated in a very ordinary way, so it doesn't look scary.

Ling Zhaozhao quietly evaluated in his heart, and felt that his decision was very correct.

"Let's go, don't be scared to hang on me later."

Ling Zhaozhao blinked at Song Mingzhe, feeling a little inflated in self-confidence.

Perhaps she knew that Song Mingzhe also had weaknesses, so she acted extra boldly at this time.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's appearance, Song Mingzhe smiled helplessly.

It's just that Ling Zhaozhao's fresh desire to express has not had time to dissipate. As soon as he entered the haunted house, he was terrified by a ghostly hand that suddenly stretched out from under his feet.

It even hangs directly on Song Mingzhe.

"Zhao Zhao, just now I wanted to say that the haunted house in this amusement park was rated as the top ten scary haunted houses this year."

Song Mingzhe patted Ling Zhaozhao on the back lightly, a little funny.

Ling Zhaozhao hugged Song Mingzhe's neck, thinking of the icy cold feeling just now, he felt like crying.

"Why did you just say now..."

She has the courage to say whether she is big or small. For example, in front of a particularly terrifying haunted house, her courage is not worth mentioning at all.

Whoever designed such a scary haunted house is not afraid of scaring people to death!

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao trembling with fright, and held her hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Follow me."

His deep tone was like the only bright light in the mist, calming her anxiety and timidity.

Even though Ling Zhaozhao was too scared to open his eyes, he subconsciously gave Song Mingzhe his trust.

In the eerie haunted house, Song Mingzhe dragged her through one terrifying pass after another, and even quietly avoided those suddenly scary bad things for her.

Ling Zhaozhao was so close to Song Mingzhe that he almost had his arms around Song Mingzhe's waist.

"How much longer?"

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help asking questions from his soul when he heard the whistling wind and the shrill ghost screaming in his ears.

If I had known earlier, she wouldn't be able to do it.

"It should be soon."

Compared to Ling Zhaozhao's fear, Song Mingzhe was short of writing the word "not afraid" on his face.

He looked at Ling Zhaozhao's hand on his waist, and his lips curled up unconsciously.

"Zhao Zhao, the remaining road may be a bit narrow."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Zhaozhao was so frightened that he clung to his body tightly.

For a moment, Song Mingzhe's breathing became a little messy.

She was fragrant and soft in his arms, and the breath that belonged to her lingered in his nose, making him swallow subconsciously.

"I don't care, you are responsible for me, I can't walk anymore."

Ling Zhaozhao got into his arms, unwilling to even raise his head, he looked really frightened, and there was a hint of aggrieved in his tone.

The reason why she wanted to play the haunted house was not because Song Mingzhe was too good to play exciting events. If she had known this, she would have taken Song Mingzhe to ride the carousel.

At least that project is healthy.

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao's words, Song Mingzhe chuckled, picked her up from the ground, and hugged her in his arms.

Since she was too scared to walk, he was her legs.

He patted Ling Zhaozhao's back lightly, acting devoutly like her follower.

Every step he took was very steady, for fear of bumping her.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to hug her up so suddenly, and couldn't help being a little stunned.

She stared at Song Mingzhe's sharp-edged chin, not knowing what she was thinking, she couldn't help tightening her fingers, biting her lip slightly.

She didn't return to the real world until a white shadow floated above.

Ling Zhaozhao grabbed the corner of Song Mingzhe's clothes and smelled the smell on his body, the uneasiness in his heart gradually eased.

Even so, Song Mingzhe could cover her ears gently without haste.

Song Mingzhe cut off those fierce cries, the rumors of wanting to destroy everything, from her world.

She can stay quietly in the small world he created for her, without thinking about anything or being afraid of anything.

Those ghosts that could scare her half to death disappeared calmly in front of Song Mingzhe.

At that moment, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt that his love for Song Mingzhe had reached its peak.

Song Mingzhe took her out of the haunted house in a steady manner.

When Ling Zhaozhao was put down by Song Mingzhe, his feet were still a little soft.

She hooked Song Mingzhe's neck unwilling to let go, her eyes were bright.

Song Mingzhe held her waist, afraid that her feet would be so weak that she would accidentally fall.

"Are you ok?"

he asked concerned.

A smile suddenly appeared on Ling Zhaozhao's lips, he held Song Mingzhe's face, and kissed his lips seriously.

"Excellent."

It felt good to be on the road, she meant with him.

With him by my side, it seems that even the wind is sweet.

"Suddenly I love you so much, Song Mingzhe."

Ling Zhaozhao expressed his feelings straightforwardly and boldly.

Song Mingzhe's pupils shrank involuntarily.

Ling Zhaozhao's words undoubtedly caught him off guard.

But his beating heart clearly told him how much he liked Ling Zhaozhao's words.

He thought about the reason why Ling Zhaozhao would say this, and then seriously helped Ling Zhaozhao remove the broken hair next to his ear.

"Zhao Zhao, or let's play the haunted house again."

He carried her to the haunted house again, maybe he could get this kind of reward again when he came out.

Thinking of this, Song Mingzhe couldn't help feeling refreshed.

Upon hearing Song Mingzhe's words, Ling Zhaozhao's expression changed immediately.

"You are dreaming!"

That haunted house is really scary, so she doesn't want to go there again!