The president's pet daughter

After Ling Zhaozhao came back from shopping, he had a comfortable sleep. After he was full, he found a barbecue stand and had barbecue with Song Mingzhe.

Ling Zhaozhao was in a hurry when he came out, and suddenly forgot to tie up his hair. His long hair fell on his shoulders, which was especially inconvenient when eating.

Song Mingzhe sat beside Ling Zhaozhao, looked at Ling Zhaozhao's soft long hair, and silently tied it up for her.

As if conjuring, he took out a pink hair band from his pocket, and casually tied Ling Zhaozhao's hair into a bun.

Ling Zhaozhao took out the small mirror he carried with him and looked at it, and found that Song Mingzhe's craftsmanship was quite good, so he couldn't help giving him a thumbs up.

"How can you know everything."

Not only can he know everything, but also like a Doraemon, he can conjure anything.

Like this pink scrunchie on her head.

"Serving my wife, it should be."

Song Mingzhe said calmly, with an appearance of hiding his merit and fame, he did not forget to put a piece of roasted eggplant in Ling Zhaozhao's bowl.

"Eat more, don't worry about eating vegetables, eat more oysters and so on."

"Honey, I really can't fit..."

A young couple sitting at the table next to Ling Zhaozhao suddenly muttered to each other.

Ling Zhaozhao turned his head curiously, and found that the man's face was flushed from eating, while the woman's face was full of impatience.

And in front of them are oysters and leeks like Xiaoshangao.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help coughing as if he had been choked.

No way, eating like this, isn't it going to mend the dead?

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao looking at other tables, Song Mingzhe thought she wanted to eat these, so he ordered more.

When Ling Zhaozhao looked away and concentrated on enjoying his grilled skewers, a large plate of oysters and leeks was placed in front of them.

"You two, please use it slowly."

The waiter serving the dishes looked at Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe with a little ambiguity.

Ling Zhaozhao was choked again.

"Is this what you ordered?"

Ling Zhaozhao pointed to the plate full of things and questioned his soul.

Song Mingzhe nodded seriously.

"Zhao Zhao, I won't make you envy anyone."

He will let her eat whatever she wants, drink whatever she wants, and do whatever she wants.

Ling Zhaozhao was confused by what he said.

What does it mean that she is envious of others?

When has she ever envied others?

She just took one more look at the other tables, how did it become what she wanted to eat?

Moreover, with so many orders, what do others think? !

Sure enough, the couple sitting at the table next to Ling Zhaozhao cast admiring gazes.

The man quietly gave Song Mingzhe a thumbs up, his tone full of admiration.

"Brother, I respect you for being a man."

The woman looked at Ling Zhaozhao enviously, as if Ling Zhaozhao was a happy woman.

Ling Zhaozhao understood their hesitation, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it.

Song Mingzhe really didn't understand what they meant, he just felt that this couple was quite inexplicable.

Would it be admired to order more dishes these days?

"Zhao Zhao..."

Song Mingzhe looked at the flushed Ling Zhaozhao, and opened his mouth in puzzlement, but saw Ling Zhaozhao viciously put all the leeks into his bowl.

"Eat, eat more."

She was already thinking about whether to secretly buy a ticket and run away later.

Song Mingzhe looked at the bowl full of oysters and leeks, and suddenly remembered the stupid words Mu Yang had said in front of him, and immediately understood why Ling Zhaozhao's shame came.

"I will eat everything, Zhao Zhao, and I will live up to your expectations."

Song Mingzhe bent his lips, with an expression on his face that fascinated thousands of girls.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's words, he almost gritted his silver teeth.

What is her expectation?

She had never expected this before!

"Thank you so much for that."

Ling Zhaozhao felt the envious gazes from around him, and said word by word through gritted teeth.

When Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao's expression, the smile on his lips became more and more obvious.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt someone approaching from behind, thinking that Song Mingzhe had added more food, and subconsciously opened his mouth.

"Waiter, we..."

She turned her head and saw He Shenghua and Bai Mengyue.

Ling Zhaozhao silently turned his head back again.

To be honest, it might as well be the waiter.

The moment Song Mingzhe saw He Shenghua and Bai Mengyue, his expression darkened instantly.

"Brother Mingzhe, what a coincidence."

Bai Mengyue smiled at Song Mingzhe, and sat next to Ling Zhaozhao very naturally.

He Shenghua didn't speak, and sat beside Song Mingzhe.

Ling Zhaozhao stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth, secretly slandering him.

How can there be such a coincidence, whether it is intentional or coincidental, only the person involved knows best.

"There's an empty table over there."

Song Mingzhe looked not far away, and spoke slowly.

This means they are not welcome.

He Shenghua glanced at Ling Zhaozhao who was sitting across from him, and quickly followed Song Mingzhe's topic.

"Don't get me wrong, we really just met you here by accident."

Song Mingzhe sneered when he heard what He Shenghua said.

He is not a three-year-old child, does he look so easy to deceive?

His itinerary this time is kept secret to the outside world, and it is not known who leaked it secretly.

He must find out this person when he goes back.

Seeing the impatient expression on Song Mingzhe's face, Bai Mengyue pursed her lips, and took the initiative to hold He Shenghua's hand.

"Sheng Hua and I fell in love at first sight, so I thought about going out for a date, and it was indeed a coincidence that I ran into you."

Bai Mengyue turned her gaze to Ling Zhaozhao, like a gentle and harmless little sheep.

"Zhao Zhao, you shouldn't think too much about it, right?"

Ling Zhaozhao took a sip of the orange juice beside his hand, and raised his eyebrows when he heard Bai Mengyue's words.

What is she thinking about?

She wished that He Shenghua could find a good home so that he would not come to harass her.

Bai Mengyue's words are quite meaningful.

"How could it be? You are a perfect match. You are indeed a match made in heaven. If you get married someday, Mingzhe and I will definitely make a big red envelope."

Ling Zhaozhao was smiling, as if he was really happy for them.

If possible, she would like to buy a string of firecrackers and set them off now.

He Shenghua and Bai Mengyue being together undoubtedly solved the common troubles between her and Song Mingzhe.

He Shenghua's eyes darkened when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's happy words from the inside out.

She seemed to be really happy for him, without any hesitation or pain.

Bai Mengyue noticed He Shenghua's gloom, and secretly pinched his arm.

Song Mingzhe sat aside and took Ling Zhaozhao's hand calmly.