The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao's hand slid down restlessly, and was grabbed by Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe's eyes were dim, and he grabbed Ling Zhaozhao's hand and kissed it to his lips.

"Can't be here, Zhao Zhao."

Song Mingzhe's voice was a little hoarse, wrapped in some unexplainable desires.

At least not on this cheap-looking couch.

Ling Zhaozhao showed a pair of ignorant eyes, blinked, and didn't know whether it was pretending or showing his true feelings, and caught off guard and planted a kiss on Song Mingzhe's face.

"What do you mean you can't be here? Can you do this?"

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, the hand on her waist tightened instantly.

Now he suspects that Ling Zhaozhao is half drunk.

Otherwise it would be so tempting.

"Zhao Zhao, let's go home."

Song Mingzhe whispered in Ling Zhaozhao's ear, heaved a sigh of relief, picked up Ling Zhaozhao, and walked outside.

The moment Ling Zhaozhao was picked up by him, he couldn't help moaning, and found a comfortable position to lie down.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao who seemed to be enjoying himself even when he was drunk, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

Fearing that others would see Ling Zhaozhao's appearance, Song Mingzhe turned Ling Zhaozhao's face to his arms, making sure that no one else would see her obsequiousness.

It was probably because Mu Yang had already greeted the people here, and the staff passing by along the way did not dare to look at Song Mingzhe, let alone look at Ling Zhaozhao in his arms.

But it does not rule out the fact that Song Mingzhe's aura is too strong.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know what happened outside, he moaned from time to time, and fell asleep comfortably in Song Mingzhe's arms.

Gao Yue and Mu Yang were afraid that Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao would quarrel because of this matter, so they waited at the door specially, seeing Ling Zhaozhao lying in Song Mingzhe's arms, a flash of clarity flashed in their hearts by coincidence.

It was too drunk to make a noise.

"Mingzhe, show her..."

Gao Yue wanted to take a closer look at Ling Zhaozhao, but Song Mingzhe glanced at her.

The meaning is very clear, it is to tell her not to get close.

Gao Yue also knew that today's matter was her fault, so she couldn't say much, so she obediently made way for Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao.

Song Mingzhe held Ling Zhaozhao in his arms and walked forward without looking back. When he passed by Mu Yang, he couldn't help but pause slightly.

"Take care of her."

Song Mingzhe almost wrote his dissatisfaction with Gao Yue clearly on his face.

Gao Yue looked at Song Mingzhe's leaving back, and pulled Mu Yang angrily.

"Look at him, a bad guy who forgets his friends after seeing sex, he almost poked two big holes in me just now, I protected Zhao Zhao so well..."

Seeing Mu Yang's increasingly ugly expression, Gao Yue couldn't help but stop talking.

"You still have the nerve to mention this matter, I haven't settled the score with you yet."

When Mu Yang thought of the male models in the box just now, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious for a moment, he shook off Gao Yue's holding his hand, and walked forward without looking back.

Gao Yue didn't expect that she picked up watermelon and lost sesame seeds. It was Mu Yang who was supposed to coax her, but now she was going to coax Mu Yang.

Gao Yue stomped her feet and chased forward.

Ling Zhaozhao only felt that her consciousness was sometimes sober and sometimes unconscious. After she finally recovered a little bit of reason, she opened her eyes and found that she was at Song Mingzhe's home.

"water……"

Ling Zhaozhao opened his mouth, a little dry.

As soon as the words finished, a glass of warm water was brought to her lips, and Ling Zhaozhao drank it subconsciously.

Probably because his throat was dry, Ling Zhaozhao regained some of his thoughts.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and found that Song Mingzhe was sitting beside her, holding his hand with peace of mind, and rubbing against him obediently.

Like an obedient kitten begging to be stroked.

In fact, Song Mingzhe really did this.

He stroked Ling Zhaozhao's head, as if smoothing her hair.

"It's so nice to see you when I open my eyes."

Ling Zhaozhao sighed happily.

No matter how fragrant the wild flowers outside are, they are not as fragrant as this one in her house.

"But I'm not well, Zhao Zhao."

Song Mingzhe's eyes sank, he took Ling Zhaozhao's hand and leaned towards himself.

Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback, and hid behind with a blushing face.

"What are you doing?"

Who the hell is drunk?

Why does Song Mingzhe look more drunk than her?

"That's how you treated me just now, why didn't you admit it when you opened your eyes? Huh?"

Song Mingzhe prolonged the ending, with a hint of ridicule.

Some fragmentary fragments suddenly flashed in Ling Zhaozhao's mind, and his face couldn't help turning redder.

"I... I don't remember very clearly at that time, and I probably didn't do anything to pass over?"

Ling Zhaozhao grabbed the corner of his clothes and blinked.

She can indeed only remember some sporadic fragments now, but she can't remember the specific ones.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao looking at him timidly like a kitten, and couldn't help but put his hands on her eyes.

He was afraid that if he looked into her eyes again, he would be impulsive.

Ling Zhaozhao's eyelashes flapped lightly in Song Mingzhe's palm, making Song Mingzhe's heart itch.

"Many, for example, let me serve you well, for example, if you throw money at me and say you want to keep me, Ling Zhaozhao, I really didn't expect that your courage is getting bigger and bigger."

Song Mingzhe's words exploded in Ling Zhaozhao's ears like thunder.

Ling Zhaozhao was stunned, he really didn't expect her to be so aggressive just now.

"Wait, I'm a little dizzy."

Ling Zhaozhao supported his head, and said these words unexpectedly.

Song Mingzhe thought that Ling Zhaozhao was trying to change the subject on purpose, so he couldn't help being a little funny, so he put down his hand that covered Ling Zhaozhao's eyes.

"I……"

Ling Zhaozhao frowned lightly, his face a little ugly.

"Didn't you have a sharp mouth just now? Why are you so weak now?"

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao calmly, wanting to see how far she could pretend.

Ling Zhaozhao has always been a playwright, so it's hard not to suspect that this is a disguise to cover up her embarrassment.

Ling Zhaozhao was about to say something to justify himself, but his stomach churned.

With a wow, he spat directly onto Song Mingzhe's shirt.

Song Mingzhe was stunned for a moment, and then helped Ling Zhaozhao obediently.

Ling Zhaozhao felt much better after vomiting, and wiped his mouth with a tissue beside him. Seeing Song Mingzhe's expression, he couldn't help curling his lips.

"I've said it all... I'm a little dizzy..."

She had predicted it in advance, but Song Mingzhe was still chatting with her like a stunned young man.

Song Mingzhe looked at his soiled clothes and didn't know what to say for a while.

He could only grind his teeth to express his helplessness towards Ling Zhaozhao.

"You wolf-hearted woman."

He stirred up his fire, but didn't help to extinguish it, and even spat all over him mercilessly.

It's just outrageous.