The president's pet daughter

Early in the morning.

Ling Zhaozhao was sore all over, and squinted uncomfortably on the bed under the sunlight.

After playing Truth or Dare yesterday, Mu Yang and Gao Yue said they were going back.

She and Song Mingzhe were originally packing up the leftovers from eating, but they didn't expect to pack them up on the bed.

I don't know who lit the fire and who started it. In short, Song Mingzhe actually put the certificate they just received on the bedside.

This is how you prove your credentials.

Ling Zhaozhao was forced to work until midnight because of this certificate.

However, unlike in the past when he opened his eyes and his surroundings were empty, now Song Mingzhe was really lying beside her, and even used his arm as her pillow.

Ling Zhaozhao turned over, moved closer to Song Mingzhe, and looked at his eyebrows and eyes carefully.

She rarely had the chance to hug him and watch him when she woke up.

His eyebrows and eyes are very good-looking, and every part is like the proud work of Nuwa, so exquisite that Ling Zhaozhao, who has always been narcissistic, feels ashamed.

Perhaps Ling Zhaozhao's eyes were too hot, Song Mingzhe's eyebrows moved, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that Song Mingzhe would find out that he was an idiot, so he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Only her trembling eyelashes betrayed her.

Song Mingzhe had a smile on his lips, and wanted to reach out to touch Ling Zhaozhao, but the phone by the bed rang.

The phone kept ringing, making Ling Zhaozhao unable to put it on any longer.

"Why don't you answer the phone?"

Ling Zhaozhao opened one eye, looking a little dainty.

"I don't want to work today, I want to sleep with you in my arms."

Song Mingzhe sighed and hugged Ling Zhaozhao.

He rarely had such a relaxed moment.

He purposely set aside a few days to spend time with Ling Zhaozhao.

Listening to his words, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help chuckling.

Song Mingzhe's current behavior is like a foolish king who will never go to court early.

It's just that the sweetness between Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe didn't last long, and was interrupted by a rush of mobile phone ringtones.

"You'd better pick it up, in case there is really something important?"

Ling Zhaozhao pushed Song Mingzhe. For some reason, her intuition told her that the call was not simple.

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao's words, Song Mingzhe couldn't say anything, but reached out and touched the mobile phone on the bedside.

Seeing the caller ID, Song Mingzhe couldn't help frowning slightly.

He decisively pressed the answer button, and the intermittent crying of a woman came from inside.

At first, Ling Zhaozhao thought it was a work call, and purposely distanced himself from Song Mingzhe.

But seeing Song Mingzhe's expression didn't look like him, he couldn't help but move closer to him.

"I see, I'll be right there."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips and hung up the phone.

Ling Zhaozhao only thought that the female voice on the phone was familiar, but after thinking for a while, he realized that it was Shen Qiyu's voice.

"Aunt... What's the matter, Mom?"

Ling Zhaozhao habitually called her auntie, and then remembered that she had obtained a certificate from Song Mingzhe, so she hurriedly changed her words.

It's just that this simple word also made her feel like her tongue was burning.

"My dad is in the hospital."

Song Mingzhe hurriedly dropped these words and got up to pack his things.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Jianguo to be hospitalized as soon as he said he was hospitalized, and hearing Shen Qiyu's tone that the situation was not looking good, his heart tightened all of a sudden.

hospital.

Song Mingzhe almost drove all the way to the hospital.

In the VIP ward, Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe saw Song Jianguo lying on the hospital bed.

Song Jianguo's face was weak, and there was an electrocardiogram monitoring device beside him, but his mental state was not bad.

Shen Qiyu on the side still had tears in the corners of his eyes, as if he had just finished crying.

Seeing Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao, Song Jianguo pursed his lips, and looked at Shen Qiyu with some reproach.

"I'm fine, there's no need to inform Mingzhe and Zhaozhao."

The young couple had just received their certificates, and it was time for honey to adjust their oil, so they shouldn't have come to the hospital.

"He said there was nothing wrong. The doctor said that if you found out later, you would be issued a critical illness notice."

Shen Qiyu choked up for a moment, thinking of Song Jianguo collapsed in front of her, her heart still tightened involuntarily.

They have missed each other for more than ten years, and it is not easy to be together again now.

If something happened to Song Jianguo, it would undoubtedly be a fatal blow to her.

Although the years have left marks on her face, it is heartbreaking for a beauty to shed tears.

Song Jianguo sighed and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Shen Qiyu's eyes.

"Don't cry, lest your son and daughter-in-law see jokes, let Zhao Zhao go out with you for a while."

Shen Qiyu heard the meaning of Song Jianguo's words, that he wanted to have a private talk with Song Mingzhe.

It's just that every time Song Mingzhe and Song Jianguo talked alone, they would argue with anger, and Shen Qiyu's face was inevitably full of worry.

"You have to rest well and don't get angry. If there is anything wrong with you, I will go abroad to find a handsome old man outside immediately, so that I won't be a widow for you."

Shen Qiyu took a deep breath, with a strong warning in his words.

Song Jianguo chuckled as he lay on the bed, but he was relatively weak now and couldn't say much, so he just nodded lightly and said hello.

Hearing Song Jianguo's words, Shen Qiyu followed Ling Zhaozhao out of the ward with peace of mind.

For a while, only Song Mingzhe and Song Jianguo were left in the ward.

Song Jianguo looked at his tall, taciturn son, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

"sit down."

He pointed to the chair beside him, motioning for Song Mingzhe to sit down.

Song Mingzhe sat down obediently, and pursed his lips when he saw Song Jianguo's fragile appearance.

"Is the situation serious?"

He simply listened to Shen Qiyu and said that Song Jianguo had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Fortunately, the amount of bleeding was not much, but he needed more rest and cultivation.

"I know my own body. If I can't survive, you can help me worry about your mother."

Song Jianguo folded his hands on his chest, and his tone seemed to be explaining the funeral.

"I'm assured that Boer and the Song family will leave it to you. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask Chen Fu. He has been with me for so many years, and he still understands some confidential things."

"You and Zhaozhao need to communicate well about what happens between you and Zhaozhao. Husband and wife can't have an overnight feud, but you can't be like me and your mother, who have been enemies for more than ten years in a daze."

Song Mingzhe listened to Song Jianguo's rambling words in silence, feeling a little dazed.

In his memory, Song Jianguo seldom said so many words, nor looked at him with such loving eyes, let alone such a gentle tone.