The president's pet daughter

morning.

Ling Zhaozhao was awakened by the scent.

She sniffed, and her stomach let out a grumbling sound.

She put on her slippers sleepily, and followed the scent to the kitchen.

After she was discharged from the hospital, she recuperated at home, and she was also extremely lethargic and loved to eat.

Song Mingzhe was afraid that the things outside would not be clean, so he tried every means to cook for her in different ways.

Ling Zhaozhao rubbed his eyes, looked at Song Mingzhe who was standing in front of the stove in pajamas, and couldn't help embracing him from behind.

"What delicious food are you cooking?"

Ling Zhaozhao's soft voice came from behind Song Mingzhe, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

He happened to be free these few days, so he could spend time with Ling Zhaozhao.

"Eat some of this to pad your stomach, and drink some soup later."

Song Mingzhe squeezed a plum cake and handed it to Ling Zhaozhao's mouth.

Ling Zhaozhao sucked it subconsciously, and the sweet smell spread between her lips and tongue.

"Mama's taste."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help sighing.

During this time, Song Mingzhe asked Yunmei a lot for advice, which caused Yunmei to teach Song Mingzhe all her cooking skills.

At first Song Mingzhe was not proficient, and the things he made were only barely enough to be eaten.

But now he is more and more like a chef.

As soon as Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao's expression, he knew that the pastry he made tasted good, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.

He suddenly felt that this daily necessities were much more interesting than his obscure documents and books.

At least these can make Ling Zhaozhao happy.

"Just delicious."

Song Mingzhe pinched Ling Zhaozhao's nose, and took her into his arms by the way.

Ling Zhaozhao simply loved this feeling.

In the neither hot nor cold morning, the steaming stove and the lover in front of her, no matter what she did, she would sink into it.

What she smells now is the smell of food, which is clearly the smell of happiness.

"Why are you so free recently?"

Ling Zhaozhao burrowed into his arms, feeling unrealistic.

Song Mingzhe seems to be very busy when he is busy, and he can only see him at night.

But when he is free, he is especially free.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyebrows, and whispered in Ling Zhaozhao's ear.

"Because a gold mine was dug recently."

And it was also a gold mine delivered to the door by the Chi family.

Originally, Song Ming didn't have any thoughts about the Chi family at the moment, but that day Chi Jiaxu insisted on showing off in front of him.

Song Mingzhe expressed his displeasure.

He was very unhappy with the result that Rong Yuan cut off the golden mountain that the Chi family was eyeing in the shortest possible time.

It is estimated that Chi Jiaxu is beating his chest and stamping his feet in anger.

When Song Mingzhe thought of this possibility, the curvature of the corner of his mouth inevitably became wider.

"How can there be so many gold mines?"

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know about this matter, he only thought that Song Mingzhe just made up an excuse to fool her, and said in a muffled voice while hiding in Song Mingzhe's arms.

The Song family seldom intervenes in gold mines, not to mention that there are so many gold mines in this world.

"That gold mine, I wrote your name, and the lawyer should contact you in the afternoon with the specific relevant documents."

Song Mingzhe touched the top of Ling Zhaozhao's somewhat messy head, and chuckled lightly.

Ling Zhaozhao grabbed Song Mingzhe by the collar, and it took him a long time to realize that Song Mingzhe seemed to be serious.

He really dug a gold mine recently, and this gold mine was for himself.

She is too happy, right? !

It's like sitting at home, gold mines falling from the sky!

She wanted to envy herself for having a husband who was handsome and rich, and who would write his wife's name when he dug a gold mine.

If this continues, she won't have to work hard to become a little rich woman.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's unrecovered expression, chuckled, and remembered what Ling Zhaozhao told him not long ago, his face sank instantly.

"Wang Xueqin, are you sure you don't need to send someone to watch?"

If Ling Zhaozhao hadn't tried his best to dissuade him, he might really have attacked Wang Xueqin.

Although Wang Xueqin did not poison Ling Zhaozhao, but she said that she brought the poison to Ling Zhaozhao's side, which also proved that she had also had crooked thoughts.

But the most damned is the Wang family.

"No, you must not ruin your plan for this matter."

Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that Song Mingzhe would go directly to the door and destroy the Wang family in order to get angry at her.

Although this is the most refreshing way, it also has endless troubles.

So this matter cannot be rushed.

What's more, Wang Xueqin took the initiative to surrender to her.

When she almost drank the bottle of water that day, it was Wang Xueqin who stopped her.

Then he cried and told her the whole process.

She didn't blame Wang Xueqin, on the contrary, she was grateful for the kindness still in Wang Xueqin's heart.

Otherwise, she might be dead now.

"With Xueqin here, we can also keep an eye on the Wang family."

Ling Zhaozhao knew very well that Song Mingzhe was taking a long line to catch a big fish. As long as Wang Xueqin was willing to cooperate with them, the Wang family would undoubtedly be a fish in the urn.

By the way, there is also Bai Mengyue.

Listening to Ling Zhaozhao's words of pleading for Wang Xueqin, Song Mingzhe couldn't help but soften his heart.

Since Ling Zhaozhao has her own ideas, it's not easy for him to interfere.

"Do less dangerous things, and tell me about such things in the future."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, still a little scared.

What if Wang Xueqin really watched Ling Zhaozhao drink the poison?

He didn't dare to think, and he didn't dare to assume.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded obediently, knowing that at this moment, she only needs to nod obediently.

In getting along with Song Mingzhe, she has been able to handle these things with ease.

"I'll tell you, who made me have such a strong husband."

Ling Zhaozhao raised his face and looked at Song Mingzhe with a smile like a flower.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help but hugged her waist tightly.

I don't know if it's because Ling Zhaozhao has been sleeping well and eating well recently, but he always feels that Ling Zhaozhao's body smells more fragrant than before.

Song Mingzhe let out a muffled laugh, and approached Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao was very clear about what he wanted to do, so he grabbed his collar and didn't dare to move.

Also vaguely looking forward to it.

She seemed to be extra sensitive to these things in the first few months of her pregnancy, but she couldn't make any real moves, and generally just tasted them.

Song Mingzhe looked at the expectant expression on Ling Zhaozhao's face, and the arc of the corner of his mouth widened.

Before he could take any further action, he heard a knock on the door.

Yunmei and Ling Shiyi who came in couldn't help but cover their eyes together when they saw Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao being like this.

"Zhao Zhao...it's impossible."

Through her fingers, Yunmei quietly reminded Ling Zhaozhao.

She is also someone who has been there, and she knows very well that the young people are full of anger.

But no matter what, you have to take care of the child in your belly.