The president's pet daughter

"Do not."

Song Mingzhe coldly refused.

Gao Yue had already guessed Song Mingzhe's answer, but she still curled her lips.

Fortunately, she doesn't like Song Mingzhe, otherwise she would be sad.

"What a hard-hearted man, I'm so sad."

Gao Yue pretended to touch the unnecessary tears in the corner of her eyes.

Seeing that Song Mingzhe didn't even give her a look, Gao Yue couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

But I have to say that after she went to Song Mingzhe to confide in her, she felt much better.

"Forget it, how would you understand, I'd better eat my sweetheart story, and only it can add a bit of sweetness to my bitter life."

Sweetheart Story is the most popular cake recently. Its ever-changing shapes and sweet but not greasy taste have been sought after by countless people.

It is so popular that even a small cake needs to be booked several days in advance.

Gao Yue stood up and made a gesture to leave.

"and many more."

Song Mingzhe raised his head suddenly and called Gao Yue to stop.

Gao Yue thought that Song Mingzhe was moved by her melancholy temperament, so she proudly pulled the broken hair around her ear behind his back.

"The sweetheart story you mentioned, is it delicious?"

Song Mingzhe couldn't see Gao Yue's stiff expression after hearing this, and just frowned slightly.

He remembered that Ling Zhaozhao seemed to have a sweet tooth.

……

Ling Zhaozhao, who was sitting in front of the computer and typing on the keyboard, suddenly sneezed several times.

Lin Xi looked at the used paper balls on her desk, feeling a little terrified.

"Zhao Zhao, you don't have a cold, do you?"

Ling Zhaozhao wiped his nose with a paper, and said resentfully, "I don't know, it's better not to be."

Lin Xi: ...

She really felt that today's Ling Zhaozhao looked like a resentful woman.

She glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was time to eat.

"Zhao Zhao, let's go eat. I heard that there are a lot of new dishes in the cafeteria today. If you don't believe me, look in the group."

When Ling Zhaozhao was told by Lin Xi, he couldn't help being curious about what new dishes would be served today, but as soon as he unlocked the phone, the news of Song Mingzhe popped up.

Song Mingzhe: Come to the underground garage.

Ling Zhaozhao snorted.

Is this an order to her?She is not going.

Song Mingzhe: Waiting for you.

In just two words, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't look away.

Lin Xi, who had already packed his things, felt a little strange seeing Ling Zhaozhao still sitting still in his seat.

"Why don't you leave?"

"I'm not going, I have something to do."

Ling Zhaozhao lifted his bag, but the haze on his face dissipated a lot more than before.

Lin Xi looked at Ling Zhaozhao's hurrying back, and remembered her expression that had just turned cloudy, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

She clicked her tongue a few times, and vaguely smelled some unusual sour smell of love.

underground garage.

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao arrived at the underground garage, he recognized the black Cullinan with double flashes.

When she saw this extremely flamboyant car, she couldn't help but let out a soft snort.

I don't know if I drive this car to work, whether I am here to work or to be the boss.

She deliberately dawdled for a while, and then satisfactorily waited until Song Mingzhe rolled down the window.

His smooth side face was even more ruthless in the dark underground garage, and he glanced expressionlessly at Ling Zhaozhao who was reluctant to come over.

"come over."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, and her figure was reflected in his deep eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao sat in the passenger seat reluctantly.

"Why did you call me here?"

Ling Zhaozhao said angrily.

A sweet smell of cake suddenly lingered in her nose.

Ling Zhaozhao followed the taste and found an extremely delicate pink cake lying in Song Mingzhe's palm.

"Is this Sweetheart Story?"

When Ling Zhaozhao saw the words on the base of the cake, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

She has been craving this for a long time, but she has never been able to make an appointment.

"Well, if one is not enough, there is another one."

Song Mingzhe pointed to the cake on the back seat.

The cake in the back seat is even double layered.

"How did you get it?"

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being a little shocked.

This sweetheart story, but even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it.

But when she saw the look of "Is this difficult" in Song Mingzhe's eyes, she immediately understood.

It's not that if you have money, you can't buy it, but because you don't have enough money, you can't buy it.

But seeing the cake, she still felt much better.

She picked up a spoon and dug a piece, subconsciously looking at Song Mingzhe.

"Would you like to try it?"

Song Mingzhe didn't like things that were too sweet, so he frowned slightly and wanted to refuse.

But when he saw the expectation shining faintly in Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, he suddenly couldn't say no to it.

"Ah."

He responded in a low voice.

Ling Zhaozhao brought the spoon to his mouth with frowning eyebrows.

Song Mingqing took a sip, and the smooth cream and firm and sweet cake embryo melted in his mouth. Surprisingly, he didn't find it too sweet at all.

"Is it delicious?"

Ling Zhaozhao did not miss the flash of emotion in Song Mingzhe's eyes, and spoke with a smile.

Then I dug out a big spoonful of cake to eat.

After she ate the cake, she suddenly realized that the spoon was just used by Song Mingzhe, and she forgot to replace it with a new one.

Inexplicably, she thought of that kiss again, and the temperature on her face instantly rose again.

I don't know if Song Mingzhe also thought of this, his eyes became extremely deep.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became ambiguous.

"Next week, are you free?"

Song Mingzhe remembered that incident and coughed lightly.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded and looked at him blankly.

Why do you ask her if she is free?

"Then I'll pick you up then."

Song Mingzhe was afraid that asking her to go to see his uncle with him suddenly would scare her, so he hesitated for a while, but still didn't say it.

"Are you going to eat?"

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes were shining, and he felt a little shy.

Does this mean you want to date her?

Song Mingzhe thought for a while, his uncle would definitely keep them for dinner, and then hummed lightly.

"Is that worth playing?"

Ling Zhaozhao twitched a bit.

Isn't it a bit too monotonous to just eat?

And it is not conducive to the rapid growth of feelings.

Song Mingzhe thought about it seriously. There is a golf course behind his uncle's house, and there is a horse farm not far away. There should be a lot of fun.

"of course."

Ling Zhaozhao's heart set off bursts of fireworks.

Remembering that this cake was specially bought by Song Mingzhe, the cake in his mouth seemed to become extra sweet.