The president's pet daughter

When Ling Zhaozhao first heard about Song Mingzhe's interview, he thought Song Mingzhe was joking with her.

But when the correspondent of Yuanfeng magazine sent interview questions, Ling Zhaozhao knew that Song Mingzhe was serious this time.

Ling Zhaozhao was sitting in Song Mingzhe's private living room, holding a small mirror and nervously observing whether there was any problem with his makeup.

In order to look more dignified and elegant today, she deliberately picked out a long black off-the-shoulder dress, and the pearl necklace on her neck perfectly outlined the lines of her neck.

Song Mingzhe sat beside her, watching her slightly flustered calmly.

"Don't be too nervous."

Song Mingzhe gently pinned the broken hair behind her ears for her, and smiled lightly.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help putting down the mirror when he heard Song Mingzhe's words.

"Should we check the content of the interview later? It won't appear that our relationship is not good enough."

Ling Zhaozhao pursed his lips, expressing that he was very worried about the interview in the near future.

Of course she knew how influential the interview with Yuanfeng Magazine was, and because of this, she was careful not to make any mistakes in her words and deeds.

After all, something went wrong, not only losing face to the Song family, but also to the Ling family.

Yunmei also made a special call to Ling Zhaozhao this morning and told her the importance of the interview.

If you lose face in an interview, it is to the extent that you lose face in front of the people of the whole country.

Ling Zhaozhao has experienced cyber violence before, and now he doesn't want to experience it again.

"No, I haven't even read the content of their interview."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, not paying any attention to the upcoming interview.

He doesn't like to read those roundabout interview questions, and he can just tell the truth when he decides what others ask.

As for whether the relationship is good or not, it is not something that can be asked with just one or two questions.

"Obviously the only person they want to interview is you, but they want to drag me in."

Ling Zhaozhao seemed to have remembered something, and couldn't help muttering.

If Rong Yuan hadn't accidentally slipped her mouth, she really thought that Yuan Feng Magazine had invited them to do a two-person interview from the very beginning.

It was only later that Song Mingzhe asked for it.

I don't know what stimulated this person. He obviously didn't like to be exposed in front of the camera, but now he pulled her to be interviewed in front of the camera and made his affairs public.

"Isn't my business your business? Ma'am, I can't bear to abandon you."

Song Mingzhe spoke gently, and stroked Ling Zhaozhao's hair.

Ling Zhaozhao was touched by him, and frightened to see if his hairstyle was messed up, and then glared at him.

"Today I did this hairstyle for an hour. If there is a strand of hair flying around, I will ignore you."

Ling Zhaozhao said angrily, and then looked at the surrounding environment.

To be honest, it was the first time for her to come to Song Mingzhe's private parlor.

Who would have thought that Song Mingzhe would have such a secret base in Boer.

Although the area is small, but looking at the furnishings inside, it seems that the heart has been taken care of.

"It's ok. You did a good job in this face-saving project. You even put my photo on it in advance. It looks like something."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but praise when he saw not only her single photo but also her special photo wall on the table.

No wonder Song Mingzhe took his time, it turned out that he was well prepared.

If all this was captured by a reporter, Song Mingzhe would gain the title of a wife-loving madman once it was posted.

After all, which man would put pictures of his wife in his own little world?

"These photos were not posted on purpose, I arranged them a long time ago."

Song Mingzhe said coolly, slowly rectifying his name.

Ling Zhaozhao was startled, and couldn't help but began to examine these photos carefully.

In these photos, she is wearing long sleeves, and some are wearing overcoats or padded jackets, which seem to be arranged neatly in chronological order.

It seems that these photos really can not be taken overnight.

Looking at these candid photos, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being a little amused.

"Thanks to my good looks, it's hard for you to take pictures like this without being ugly."

Some of Song Mingzhe's shooting angles are too straight. If Ling Zhaozhao hadn't just raised his eyes at the moment he captured the shot, it would have really become a disaster movie.

"Well, my wife is indeed very pretty."

Song Mingzhe admired his masterpiece, and said without blushing.

In fact, when he was bored, he would stay quietly in his private living room, and looking at Ling Zhaozhao's photo didn't bother him so much.

The reason why Ling Zhaozhao hadn't been to this private living room was that they were just getting together at that time, and there weren't enough photos. Song Mingzhe felt that he would invite Ling Zhaozhao in after the arrangement was completed.

On the other hand, both of them are very busy at work. Since Ling Zhaozhao started his business, there are very few opportunities to come to him.

Because of this, he lost an opportunity to ask Ling Zhaozhao for credit.

It is really strange to say that he has always felt that it is useless to record life with a camera, because there is nothing worth remembering in life.

But since Ling Zhaozhao appeared, he felt that he liked the feeling of recording more and more.

Of course, people change.

Listening to Song Mingzhe's serious and oily tone, Ling Zhaozhao's cheeks were slightly red.

I don't know if Song Mingzhe has learned badly from Mu Yang recently, but he has become more and more comfortable speaking coquettishly.

She was also astonished by her thick skin.

Just when Ling Zhaozhao wanted to say something, Rong Yuan knocked on the door and said in a deep voice standing outside the door.

"President Song, madam, Reporter Chen and the others are here."

Song Mingzhe hummed, indicating that they could come in.

Reporter Chen Han and cameraman Zhou Linsong nervously followed Rong Yuan, and when they heard the answer from the door, they couldn't help feeling even more nervous.

This is the first time that the heirs of the Song family have received an exclusive interview. If they write and shoot well, the sales of this issue of the magazine will definitely soar!

When they walked into the private living room and saw Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao sitting on the sofa, they couldn't help being a little stunned by their appearance.

Even though they have interviewed a lot of people of all kinds in this industry, and they have also interviewed superstars who are so popular in half the sky, but the two people in front of them, just sitting there, are enough to make people unable to take their eyes off them.

"Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, good afternoon, can our interview start?"

Reporter Chen Meng smiled slightly, and did not exchange too many pleasantries, but got straight to the point.

After all, Song Mingzhe had explained to them in advance that he could refine the interview process as much as possible.

The photographer Zhou Linsong also set up the camera position, ready to shoot for Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao.