The president's pet daughter

"Mingzhe, I'm not talking about you. Zhaozhao is so understanding, how can you be so fierce."

Shen Zhihe couldn't stand it anymore, and joined Ling Zhaozhao's camp.

He knew that his nephew had been cold since he was a child, but it was nothing to his girlfriend if he treated others.

Anyway, a person like him who regards his wife as his heaven is incomprehensible.

"Zhao Zhao, Mingzhe was not like this when he was a child. It will be interesting to ask your aunt to take you to see his childhood photos after dinner."

Shen Zhihe seemed to have thought of something, and a hint of interest suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Song Mingzhe immediately understood what the photo Shen Zhihe was talking about, and couldn't help but put away the smile on his lips.

"Brother Mingzhe didn't say a word yet, you just talked so much about him."

Shen Xingxi, who had been silent all this time, couldn't help but feel sorry for his cousin.

But in the next second, he couldn't hold back his smirk.

"But cousin, those photos of cousin are indeed classics, you will definitely not regret it after seeing them."

Song Mingzhe's complexion was as intense as ink, and a sharp glance flew at Shen Xingxi's body.

Shen Xingxi immediately fell silent.

"What kind of photo is it, Mingzhe?"

Seeing that Song Mingzhe's reaction was so completely different from that of the Shen family, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being curious.

She grabbed Song Mingzhe's clothes and asked in a low voice.

"Don't ask, eat."

There was a sneer on Song Mingzhe's lips.

But even though Song Mingzhe was absolutely unwilling, Ling Zhaozhao was still quietly taken to the bedroom by Zhou Qing after dinner while Song Mingzhe was talking with Shen Zhihe in the study, and saw those photos.

When Ling Zhaozhao saw those photos, he could suddenly understand the look in Song Mingzhe's eyes that wanted to kill someone.

In the photo, Song Mingzhe has red lips and white teeth, but he looks like two or three years old, only wearing a long wig and a skirt like a Barbie doll.

And there are some pictures of him crawling on the bed naked as a child.

Ling Zhaozhao thought for a moment about Song Mingzhe's unapproachable face, and then saw this photo that subverted her cognition, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Mingzhe was pretty like a girl when he was a child. His mother and I both liked girls, so we dressed him up as a girl for a while, isn't it pretty?"

Zhou Qing flipped through the photo album with a smile and asked.

"It's really pretty, Auntie, can I take a picture of these? They're so cute."

Ling Zhaozhao smiled with crooked eyebrows.

This is the exclusive photo of Song Mingzhe's private house. If you miss this village, you won't have this shop.

"Of course you can. Although Mingzhe looks cold on the surface, he is actually a soft-hearted child."

Zhou Qing sighed, as if recalling the past.

"He received too little care when he was a child, and it is difficult for him to grow up in such a family environment and become an upright and outstanding person."

"So Zhaozhao, Auntie hopes that you can get along well with Mingzhe in the future. An optimistic and cheerful child like you will definitely make Mingzhe open his heart."

Song Jianguo's teaching to Song Mingzhe is extremely strict, so the Shen family can be regarded as Song Mingzhe's only safe haven in these years.

Zhou Qing watched Song Mingzhe grow up since he was a child, and he has long regarded him as his own child in his heart.

"Aunt, did Mingzhe have a bad life before?"

Ling Zhaozhao did not expect Zhou Qing to tell her this.

She always thought that Song Mingzhe's desolation was inherent in his bones, but she never thought that it was due to the acquired environment.

"Didn't Mingzhe tell you? His father..."

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao was so curious, Zhou Qing couldn't help being a little surprised.

Just as she was about to mention Song Jianguo's name and explain Song Mingzhe's family environment by the way, Shen Xingxi poked her head out from the door.

"Cousin, can you accompany me to the basement to play billiards?"

Shen Xingxi's peach blossom eyes were slightly squinted, his slightly curly hair was fluffy, and his eyes were not pure and harmless.

A few days ago he was caught playing racing with others by Shen Zhihe, and Shen Zhihe was so angry that he directly banned him.

He hasn't gone out to play for several days, and he is almost bored to death.

After finally waiting for Song Mingzhe to come, I don't know what Shen Zhihe and him were talking about in the study, and they talked for so long.

"What about playing billiards? Your dad will scold you again later."

Zhou Qing looked at Shen Xingxi with worried eyes.

Shen Zhihe is still angry, don't wait for anything to happen again.

"Just play for a while, okay, cousin."

Shen Xingxi looked at Ling Zhaozhao pitifully.

Ling Zhaozhao was a little embarrassed.

She has always been insensitive to ball games, whether she is playing with her hands or with her feet, she is not very good at it.

Not only is it not good, it is simply horrible.

"What's the point of looking at those photos? What's interesting is brother Mingzhe's love history. As long as you play billiards with me, I'll tell you all the little secrets of brother Mingzhe."

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao seemed to want to refuse, Shen Xingxi directly raised his stake.

Hearing the word love history, Ling Zhaozhao's ears immediately perked up.

"How is it? Brother Mingzhe must have never told you that, right?"

Shen Xingxi's words seemed to have a magical power, bewitching Ling Zhaozhao.

"it is good."

Ling Zhaozhao still couldn't resist this great temptation, and nodded fiercely.

Billiard room.

Shen Xingxi's arms were tense, he swung the putter and drove a beautiful shot.

"What kind of love history does he have?"

Ling Zhaozhao was holding the pool cue, and his attention was not on the table.

With a smile on his lips, Shen Xingxi played with the club in his hand.

There is nothing to talk about Song Mingzhe's love history, but he can't finish talking about the peach blossoms who chased him for three days and three nights.

"Cousin, you started asking me questions before you even started playing, wouldn't I be at a loss?"

As he spoke, he dropped a bouquet into the bag with one stroke.

"It's time for you to serve, cousin, let me give you a hint first, Miss Chen."

Shen Xingxi blinked at Ling Zhaozhao, looked at her playfully, whetting her appetite.

Seeing that Shen Xingxi was calm and calm, and seemed to have a lot of reminders, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but slander.

Does that man actually have so many girlfriends?

Her heart was inexplicably sour, and she aimed at the white ball with the club in her hand.

Obviously Shen Xingxi had taught her the rules and serving posture before, but Ling Zhaozhao still couldn't find the feeling.

With a push, she landed an empty shot firmly.

Seeing her like this, Shen Xingxi couldn't help bursting out laughing.

"Cousin, this is the first time I've seen someone play like this..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Zhaozhao felt a tall figure enveloped him.

"Hold your hands like this, back a little."

Song Mingzhe put his warm palm on her hand holding the bar, and her unique fragrance of flowers and fruits lingered in his nose.