The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect that this fruit wine tasted so sweet, but it had such a strong stamina. It didn't take long before a blush appeared on her face.

It's just that she was wearing a mask tightly, so Gao Yue naturally didn't notice anything unusual, but instead took her hand to cheer for the singing male models.

"How about Zhao Zhao, isn't this place fun?"

Gao Yue winked at Ling Zhaozhao, seeing her blurred eyes, she stopped her movements unconsciously.

No way, how could someone be so hot after drinking two sips of fruit wine?

"What's wrong with you..."

Gao Yue hadn't finished speaking when she suddenly heard a burst of unrestrained laughter.

That's right, it was the voice of Ling Zhaozhao who was drunk and a little dizzy.

"Wow, wow, so many men, not bad."

Ling Zhaozhao clapped his hands while looking at these male models lewdly.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's appearance as if he had been taken away, Gao Yue opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't find words to express it.

"Come, come, let sister touch you."

Ling Zhaozhao sat like a landlord Lao Cai, and said arrogantly to these male models.

Those male models probably didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao's style of painting to change so quickly, and they inevitably began to look at each other in blank dismay.

Gao Yue looked at Ling Zhaozhao's teeth and claws, and was about to say something, but saw the door of the box was opened.

Mu Yang rushed in first, and saw that Gao Yue hated iron but not steel.

"Yueyue, why do you come here to play, how can you bear to hurt me like this."

Gao Yue looked at Mu Yang who looked like a heavenly soldier, and suddenly remembered that the communication location between herself and Mu Yang had not been turned off, and she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

And Song Mingzhe walked in behind Mu Yang, seeing these strange male models in the box, his eyes narrowed unavoidably.

Seeing Song Mingzhe, Gao Yue was frightened and moved away from Ling Zhaozhao.

She covered her face, as if she didn't dare to look at Song Mingzhe with deep eyes.

"Why did you bring him here..."

Gao Yue couldn't help muttering.

Mu Yang also seemed to feel the coldness behind him, and his scalp was a little numb.

"Whoever asked you to bring Zhaozhao here, they will naturally follow."

Gao Yue still wanted to argue with Mu Yang, but no matter how she thought about it, what Mu Yang said seemed to be right, so she couldn't help but fell silent.

It would be fine if Mu Yang came by herself, at least she could say a few words to fool her.

But if there were more Song Mingzhe, the situation would be too uncontrollable.

Who doesn't know that Ling Zhaozhao is the person on Song Mingzhe's heart, if Song Mingzhe catches her bringing Ling Zhaozhao to a place like this to open her eyes, she will have to be skinned.

Song Mingzhe didn't care about the panicked Gao Yue, and his eyes fell on Ling Zhaozhao who was huddled in the corner.

She was wearing a mask and a hat, and her whole body was tightly wrapped. She didn't look like she had done anything too extreme, but she was very quiet.

"that……"

Gao Yue was about to say that Ling Zhaozhao might be drunk, but Song Mingzhe gave him a sharp look.

Gao Yue was so frightened that she immediately shut her mouth.

ok, she has learned to be cautious in her words and deeds now.

Song Mingzhe thought that Ling Zhaozhao quietly huddled in the corner because he was afraid that he would not know how to explain this to him, but he didn't expect that the moment he walked in front of Ling Zhaozhao, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed hold of him. took off his tie.

And take advantage of the trend to pull forward.

Song Mingzhe didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao to do this suddenly, so he slipped a few steps forward unexpectedly.

"Is this a new male model? He really looks good."

Ling Zhaozhao stretched out his hand with a silly smile, and patted Song Mingzhe's cheek.

The male models who saw this scene took a deep breath.

Song Mingzhe didn't seem to be easy to provoke, not to mention Ling Zhaozhao was still attacking him, it was undoubtedly a tiger pulling his teeth.

Song Mingzhe stabilized his figure, listening to Ling Zhaozhao's nonsense, his beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned.

He seemed to have heard the sound of breathing from behind, and his cold eyes swept over them.

"roll."

He dropped the word neatly, and those male models left very tactfully.

Seeing these male models go out, Mu Yang was about to kindly remind Ling Zhaozhao if he should send Ling Zhaozhao home first, but Song Mingzhe gave him a cold look.

Mu Yang pursed his lips, and it was very clear that Song Mingzhe meant to let him go.

"Let's go, or you and I will be finished later."

Mu Yang grabbed Gao Yue's hand and fled in despair.

The ghost knows that Gao Yue actually got Ling Zhaozhao drunk. It would be fine if Song Mingzhe didn't pursue it, but if he did, neither of them would be able to escape.

After Mu Yang and Gao Yue left the box, Song Mingzhe wanted to pull back his tie from Ling Zhaozhao's hand, but found that Ling Zhaozhao was holding it tightly.

"They are all in good shape, but if you wear too much, you can't tell at all."

Ling Zhaozhao unconsciously stared at the bottom of Song Mingzhe's shirt. Under the ambiguous light, she couldn't see Song Mingzhe's muscles hidden under the shirt at all.

She was probably too curious about Song Mingzhe's figure, so she reached out and unbuttoned Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe who was suddenly molested: ...

He pressed Ling Zhaozhao's restless hand, and pulled off her mask, revealing her shy and timid face.

"Ling Zhaozhao, take a good look at who I am."

Song Mingzhe's deep words echoed in Ling Zhaozhao's ears, but it made Ling Zhaozhao's heart itch.

Ling Zhaozhao broke free from his control, hugged his neck, put his nose against his nose, and smiled roguely.

"Aren't you the male model I paid for? What are you pretending to be noble here? If I tell you to take it off, you have to take it off!"

Ling Zhaozhao said angrily.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's enthusiastic and unrestrained appearance, and for a moment couldn't help but wonder if Ling Zhaozhao would have taken the initiative if he hadn't been standing here, or just anyone standing here.

Just thinking about that scene, he couldn't help but drag Gao Yue back and scold him severely.

"Still taking it off? Do you think you don't have enough money?"

Ling Zhaozhao hiccupped, took out his wallet from Song Mingzhe's suit jacket, took out all the money, and gently threw it in front of Song Mingzhe.

"Take it all. This is the money my sister entrusted to support you. As long as you serve me well, there will be more money."

Song Mingzhe looked at the banknotes falling on the ground, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Is he raised by his own wallet?

Probably also irritated by Ling Zhaozhao's appearance, Song Mingzhe grabbed Ling Zhaozhao's hand instead, and pushed her against a corner, his eyes fell on her with unclear meaning.

"How do you want me to serve you?"

Song Mingzhe said in a low voice, as if with a bit of bewilderment.

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes lit up when he heard Song Mingzhe's words.