The president's pet daughter

When Song Mingzhe arrived at the studio, Ling Zhaozhao was still doing his hairstyle inside.

Gao Yue sat at the door and greeted him.

"Zhao Zhao should still be inside."

Gao Yue crossed her legs and looked at Song Mingzhe with interest.

The dressing room was still some distance away from where she was sitting, and she couldn't see what was going on there.

Just guessing the time, it should be almost finished trying on makeup.

Song Mingzhe nodded and strode towards the dressing room.

When passing by a small room, I suddenly heard the sound of a glass being thrown from inside.

"Why is that little slut Shao Zhilan arguing with me? A slut like her should stay by my side obediently. I don't know what she said to that Mrs. Song, but she can actually make her slap her face. Chance."

Hearing Mrs. Song's words, Song Mingzhe subconsciously slowed down a bit.

"Speaking of which, Mrs. Song is really funny. The chief makeup artist is not needed, but the assistant is used. I want to see what I can transform."

"I heard that he was born in a small family, and he was lucky enough to get into the Song family. Maybe he didn't find a few makeup artists to do makeup, so his knowledge is so short."

"A pheasant is a pheasant, do you really think of yourself as a phoenix?"

Fan Bingzhi cursed angrily inside, as if taking his anger out on Ling Zhaozhao.

Song Mingzhe's eyes sank slightly, and even Rong Yuan standing behind him sensed the low air pressure around him.

"President Song, do you want to..."

Seeing that the scolding inside was too harsh, Rong Yuan hesitated for a moment and spoke in a low voice.

Does he need to get rid of this woman?

Song Mingzhe waved his hand, signaling him to listen again.

Let's hear how bad this woman can scold.

Probably because Fan Bingzhi inside was tired of scolding, and the sharp voice inside subsided for a while.

She seemed to be on the phone, but the voice on the other end of the phone was too loud for Song Mingzhe and Rong Yuan to hear clearly.

"That's right, there's no Young Mistress's fate to set the Young Mistress's spectrum. Didn't it be rumored that the two of them were going to divorce? I think the freshness of men is nothing more than that..."

Fan Bingzhi's voice became softer, and he laughed from time to time, as if he was laughing at something.

Seeing the increasingly low air pressure around Song Mingzhe, Rong Yuan couldn't help praying for Fan Bingzhi inside.

Ling Zhaozhao happened to come out of the dressing room, and his eyes lit up when he saw Song Mingzhe.

"Why did you come here so early?"

Ling Zhaozhao held Song Mingzhe's arm affectionately, as if he didn't expect Song Mingzhe to come so early.

Today Song Mingzhe also said that there will be a meeting, and he can come to pick her up only after the meeting is over.

Song Mingzhe stroked Ling Zhaozhao's hand, thinking about how to speak, when the door of the small room opened suddenly.

Fan Bingzhi walked out from inside with a face full of panic.

The moment she and Song Mingzhe looked at each other, she couldn't help shivering.

"Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, hello."

Fan Bingzhi felt uneasy for a while, wondering if Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe had heard her cursing inside.

It's okay if you don't hear it, but if you hear it...

Fan Bingzhi couldn't even think about it.

She glanced at Ling Zhaozhao's makeup, her face was a little distorted.

"With all due respect, Mrs. Song, your makeup is too plain. It doesn't meet the specifications of the wedding you are going to attend. Why don't I come..."

Looking at Ling Zhaozhao's gentle and majestic makeup, Fan Bingzhi seemed to be still struggling.

"Sister Fan, Mrs. Song said just now that she is very satisfied with the make-up. I will be in charge of the make-up for the wedding banquet three weeks later."

Shao Zhilan heard Fan Bingzhi's malicious intentions, and mustered up the courage to justify her name.

She is no longer the little assistant who could only swallow her anger.

She has learned to be brave enough to fight for what she deserves.

"What are you talking about in your sleep during the day? What's your turn to talk about here?"

When Fan Bingzhi heard Shao Zhilan's words, his face was distorted with anger.

She had to admit that she owed her current reputation to Shao Zhilan.

But Shao Zhilan, who has always been as timid as a mouse by her side, dares to challenge her?

Fan Bingzhi looked at Ling Zhaozhao, and his eyes were not as respectful as before.

"Mrs. Song, my assistant is not very sensible, but you are the most sensible. You should also know that it should be the best for me to be in charge of your wedding style."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being a little funny when he heard Fan Bingzhi's moral kidnapping.

Fan Bingzhi's eyes almost turned into knives, wishing to poke holes in her and Shao Zhilan's bodies, but he still pretended to be peaceful inside and outside the words.

I have to say that Fan Bingzhi is indeed an acting school.

"No."

Song Mingzhe, who had been silent all this time, spoke suddenly.

Now he understands why Fan Bingzhi is so resentful towards Ling Zhaozhao.

But because of this, he couldn't put such a person by Ling Zhaozhao's side.

Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback, and looked at Song Mingzhe in confusion.

"Ma'am, just now the makeup artist has been cursing you in the room."

Rong Yuan spoke at the right time and explained while standing behind Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly realized.

No wonder when she came out just now, she saw Song Mingzhe standing there with a very bad face.

It turned out that I heard these dirty words.

"There is no need for such a person to stay here."

When Song Mingzhe thought about what he had just heard, he wanted to poke holes in Fan Bingzhi's body with his eyes.

A short sentence undoubtedly pronounced the end of Fan Bingzhi's career.

Fan Bingzhi's face suddenly turned ashen.

She knew very well that Song Mingzhe must have heard her words, that's why he stood up for Ling Zhaozhao like this.

Rao, no matter how many contacts she has, they can't match the flirtatious words of the heir of the Song family.

Fan Bingzhi, who had been going smoothly all the time, felt that his blood was congealed, and it was cold from head to toe.

"Bitch, bastard!"

Fan Bingzhi suddenly seemed to go crazy, muttering in his mouth, looking at Shao Zhilan and Ling Zhaozhao became a little fierce.

Song Mingzhe became subconsciously alert.

Fan Bingzhi's rationality had been overcome by emotion. She looked at Shao Zhilan and Ling Zhaozhao, gritted her teeth, and rushed over.

Song Mingzhe subconsciously protected Ling Zhaozhao, but he didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao's feet to soften and fell into Song Mingzhe's arms.

Ling Zhaozhao only felt that he was sweating coldly and felt a little top-heavy.

"Mingzhe, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Ling Zhaozhao touched his stomach, feeling a little worried.

She has been feeling very uncomfortable since today, and she doesn't know why.

Song Mingzhe thought that Fan Bingzhi had frightened Ling Zhaozhao, so he glanced at Fan Bingzhi coldly, and hugged Ling Zhaozhao horizontally.

Fan Bingzhi didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao to fall down as soon as he said it, and just like Duo Jiaohua, he froze in place, muttering all the time.

"I didn't touch a single hair of her..."