The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe took out his mobile phone, looked at the name on the screen, and frowned slightly.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at him curiously, as if wondering who was calling him.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Song Mingzhe gave Ling Zhaozhao a Mu Yang mouth shape with his mouth.

"Yueyue's call to Zhaozhao didn't go through. I thought that if you have nothing to do after get off work, you must be with your wife, so I called you. Now who doesn't know that you are a slave to your wife."

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's curious face, Song Mingzhe simply pressed the hands-free button.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Mu Yang's words, he quickly checked his mobile phone.

In order to concentrate on her work today, she deliberately set a mute.

Sure enough, Gao Yue made at least five phone calls.

Song Mingzhe glanced at Ling Zhaozhao, put the phone on the table casually, moved closer to Ling Zhaozhao, and pinned the broken hair around her ear, as if he didn't mind Mu Yang's teasing.

"what happened?"

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt that he was enveloped by Song Mingzhe's aura, and the place where his fingertips passed was numb, and he couldn't help but blush slightly.

She didn't expect that Song Mingzhe's name outside would be like this.

"It's that Yueyue and I plan to go to the wedding photos in a few days, and Yueyue wants to ask Zhaozhao if you can go, and form a group then."

Mu Yang's carefree voice sounded from the other end of the phone, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

Ling Zhaozhao understood why Mu Yang was so excited. After all, taking this wedding photo showed that their marriage was on the right track.

Song Mingzhe is not very interested in wedding photos. He doesn't like taking pictures very much, and he didn't think much about it before.

Another delicate female voice came from the other end of the phone, seeming to be whispering to Mu Yang, Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe didn't hear it clearly.

"Oh, by the way, Yueyue said that if we form a group, we will get at least a [-]% discount on wedding photos, and we will also give you free decoration posters."

Mu Yang's tone was a little helpless, as if he didn't quite understand why Gao Yue was not short of money, but she was particularly concerned about this kind of discount and free gift.

As soon as he heard that there were discounts and gift items, the frugality in Ling Zhaozhao's bones suddenly emerged.

No woman can resist the temptation of a discount.

"Okay, okay, let's go together in a group, and then we can discuss a time."

Ling Zhaozhao said very straightforwardly.

Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao's bright eyes, and suddenly had the illusion that he was a tool man.

He seemed to be just playing the role of a small trumpet in this matter.

It's still a small speaker that doesn't make a sound.

"Succeed, sister Zhaozhao, I feel relieved with your words. After all, you are the one who decides. Then Yueyue will send you a message at that time."

When Mu Yang heard Ling Zhaozhao's affirmative reply, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and hung up the phone decisively.

Hearing Mu Yang's words, Song Mingzhe couldn't help pursing his lips.

Well, he is now deprived of even the right to express his opinion.

Ling Zhaozhao turned on the phone, saw the message from Gao Yue, and took out a piece of white paper to write and draw on it.

Song Mingzhe thought she had encountered some work problems at first, but when he looked closer, he found that Ling Zhaozhao was seriously calculating.

The string of numbers was neatly listed, coupled with Ling Zhaozhao's expression, Song Mingzhe couldn't tell for a while whether Ling Zhaozhao was calculating a discount or dealing with difficult tasks.

"By the way, they also sent out a few sets of samples. Do you see any themes that you particularly want to shoot?"

Ling Zhaozhao nodded in satisfaction after finishing his calculations. Sure enough, this was already the lowest price, and Gao Yue was indeed not fooled.

Since she started her business, she realized that every penny is hard-won, and she should be more careful.

She seemed to have remembered something, and handed the phone to Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's blinking eyes, and involuntarily looked at the photo on the screen.

The poses of the models inside were a bit exaggerated, which made him frown a little.

He has always been insensitive to the camera, let alone expressing these actions with great tension.

Seeing that Song Mingzhe hadn't spoken for a long time, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help looking at him.

"Don't you even want to take pictures?"

She thinks these sets are not bad, and they are not too difficult to shoot.

The sets Gao Yue chose were even more exaggerated, but with Mu Yang's temperament, the filming should be completed smoothly.

"a bit difficult."

Song Mingzhe gave his opinion sincerely.

It's not that he finds it troublesome, but he's afraid that if he doesn't get the news Ling Zhaozhao wants, Ling Zhaozhao will inevitably be disappointed.

He didn't want Ling Zhaozhao to be disappointed in a trivial matter.

"It's okay, the cameraman will give us guidance at that time, you only need to spare half a day, these are much simpler than your work."

Ling Zhaozhao checked his plan again, and after saving it, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Afraid that Song Mingzhe was still hesitating, Ling Zhaozhao stood up and took the initiative to wrap his arms around Song Mingzhe's neck.

"Just go, I really want to shoot this."

Ling Zhaozhao raised his face, looking extremely expectant.

When they finish taking their wedding photos, she will put their photos in every corner of the house.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's delicate face and fell silent for a while.

If faced with other people, he would definitely refuse it simply and neatly.

But this is Ling Zhaozhao, he will never refuse any of her requests.

"Okay, then you can talk to Rong Yuan and let him arrange the itinerary."

He is not too busy during this time, and he can still accompany Ling Zhaozhao.

Hearing Song Mingzhe's response, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being elated, and stood on tiptoe to kiss Song Mingzhe's side face.

"Thank you husband, my husband is so kind."

Her soft and waxy voice reached Song Mingzhe's ears, like a feather, gently scratching his heart.

Song Mingzhe felt her warm and soft body, breathing heavily for a moment.

"It can be better."

He looked into Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, filled with countless emotions.

Ling Zhaozhao's heart suddenly trembled.

She knew that this was a trap dug by Song Mingzhe, but she jumped into it without hesitation.

"Then how can it be better?"

Ling Zhaozhao's fingertips circled Song Mingzhe's chest, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"see your performance."

Song Mingzhe grabbed Ling Zhaozhao's restless hand, and his tone was a little bit more unpredictable than Ling Zhaozhao's.

Ling Zhaozhao reacted quickly.

She hugged Song Mingzhe's waist, her tone was a bit bewitching, and she looked at Song Mingzhe with amorous eyes.

"Okay, then I'll do well."

"No one here will disturb us."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but chuckle when he remembered what Xiaoyong said before leaving.

Since you want to pursue stimulation, you must implement the stimulation to the end.