The president's pet daughter

When sister-in-law Xiao Beibei opened her eyes, she saw the Ling family gathered around her hospital bed.

For a moment, she suspected that what she saw was an illusion that could only be seen after death.

After all, she hasn't completely forgotten the pain just now, and she still can't help but shiver when she recalls it.

"Beibei, wake up, this is our son."

Eldest brother Ling Zhi hugged the wrinkled newborn baby, and leaned directly on his sister-in-law Xiao Beibei's face.

He understands what Xiao Beibei wants to see most now.

Looking at the sleeping baby, Xiao Beibei almost burst into tears.

This is the little life she desperately gave birth on the front line of life and death.

Seeing Xiao Beibei's expression, the eldest brother Lingzhi choked up, handed the child to Yunmei who was beside him, and held Xiao Beibei's hand.

"We want this one, and there will be no more."

He didn't want to go through the same suffering and pain again.

Feeling Ling Zhi's nervousness and uneasiness, Xiao Beibei held his hand instead, and nodded despite his lack of strength.

"I picked a house in the school district for my little nephew, so that he can win at the starting line since he was a child. How about it, my gift is not bad."

Ling Yan touched his nose, as if asking for credit.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Ling Yan's words, he knew that the Ling family's business was really good recently, otherwise he wouldn't have just bought a house in the school district casually.

Xiao Beibei didn't expect Ling Yan to give such an expensive gift, and was a little surprised and speechless for a while.

Her child was just born and was about to experience academic pressure.

"I gave the little baby some gold locks and gold bracelets, and I hope he grows up healthy and happy."

Ling Zhaozhao took out the gift he had prepared early in the morning and placed it on the bedside table next to Xiao Beibei.

She originally thought of a lot of small gifts for the newborn, but after much deliberation, gold was the best.

"I've also prepared some small gifts, which have already been placed on the sofa. They should all be useful."

Song Mingzhe waited for Ling Zhaozhao and Ling Yan to finish speaking like offering treasures, and then said calmly.

Xiao Beibei saw the mountain of gifts piled up on the sofa, and it was hard to imagine that this was the "small gift" Song Mingzhe said.

"Brother-in-law is too polite. If it weren't for you, Beibei and the others wouldn't be safe."

Eldest brother Ling Zhi looked at Song Mingzhe with indescribable gratitude.

Hearing what his elder brother Ling Zhi said, Xiao Beibei vaguely remembered that when he was about to pass out, what he saw was Gu Yangzhi's face.

It turned out that this was all arranged by Song Mingzhe.

"Thank you, I really don't know what to say."

Sister-in-law Xiao Beibei said gratefully.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at his sister-in-law Xiao Beibei's pale face, and didn't want her to get too excited, so he quickly stepped forward and held her down.

"It's okay, sister-in-law, this is what we should do. After all, Mingzhe is also our family."

Ling Zhaozhao raised his head and blinked at Song Mingzhe.

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, his lips curled up slowly.

When these words came out of Ling Zhaozhao's mouth, they were indeed much sweeter than others.

"It seems that my sister-in-law still needs some formalities when she is hospitalized. Let me and Mingzhe go through it. Sister-in-law, you should have a good rest first."

Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that Xiao Beibei would continue to thank him, so he quickly found an excuse and dragged Song Mingzhe out.

If she stayed here any longer, she might turn red in the face.

Song Mingzhe was pulled out by Ling Zhaozhao in this way, with a smile on his lips, his eyes slightly lowered, and when he reached a corner, he couldn't help but pause.

Ling Zhaozhao saw that he couldn't move behind him suddenly, so he couldn't help looking back at Song Mingzhe curiously.

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, looking at the white sky not far away from the window, as if he had made up his mind.

"Zhao Zhao, let's get married."

He thought that he was not very willing to start a new family, and maybe he would not easily make a promise to a woman in this life.

But after meeting Ling Zhaozhao, he realized how absurd his original thoughts were.

Today, when he saw his elder brother Lingzhi getting angry for his sister-in-law Xiao Beibei, and the cute newborn, he suddenly understood the meaning of family.

Never before has I had such a strong desire to form a new family with Ling Zhaozhao and enter the next stage like this moment.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao was a little silent, Song Mingzhe was a little flustered.

He knew that Ling Zhaozhao had never been very willing to get married, and what he said just now seemed too much like a forced marriage, so he thought about it and changed his words hastily.

"If you don't want to, just pretend I didn't mention this."

After all, Ling Zhaozhao just agreed to his marriage proposal, and it may take some time for Ling Zhaozhao to marry him.

But he was willing to wait.

Song Mingzhe thought about it carefully, and added another sentence.

"If you think the Song family has too many things to do, I can marry you."

He didn't really want Ling Zhaozhao to get his hands on those twists and turns of the Song family.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help chuckling when he heard Song Mingzhe's last words.

How could she be able to make the heir of the Song family, who is now popular in the streets and alleys, and regarded as the lover of dreams by countless girls, to be her Ling family's son-in-law?

Not to mention her, even her parents were shocked when they heard such a loving speech.

"Do you really want to marry me?"

Ling Zhaozhao stared at Song Mingzhe's eyes, as if to make sure if he had a whim or not.

Marriage is a very serious matter, not a child's play, so she has always been cautious.

Song Mingzhe hummed without any hesitation.

In his whole life, he could only have Ling Zhaozhao as a woman.

Ling Zhaozhao took Song Mingzhe's hand, watching the rising sun shine on his shadow.

She stepped on Song Mingzhe's shadow and was enveloped by his tall stature, she couldn't help but feel at ease.

In fact, every minute and every second she spent with Song Mingzhe made her extremely at ease.