The president's pet daughter

That night.

Song Mingzhe came back in the dark, and when he got home, there was silence.

Ling Zhaozhao still likes the atmosphere of Xiaoyanglou, so he rested here today.

Song Mingzhe walked to the door of the master bedroom, gently opened the door, and saw Ling Zhaozhao curled up under the quilt, like a kitten.

Song Mingzhe silently turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, fearing that Ling Zhaozhao would catch a cold, so he went to the bed and stroked Ling Zhaozhao's beautiful hair.

His movements were light, but they still woke up Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao has been lethargic recently, but she sleeps very lightly, and even the slightest movement can wake her up.

However, she heard from her sister-in-law Xiao Beibei that when some women become pregnant, the mere nausea is enough to torture them. Fortunately, she has not had such a reaction until now, but she is just a little weaker.

"You're back, it's so late."

Ling Zhaozhao yawned, and stretched out his hand to signal Song Mingzhe to pick her up.

Song Mingzhe saw her open her hand, and took off her coat calmly.

He was outside all day today, his coat was already covered with dust, Ling Zhaozhao was fragrant and soft, he didn't want to get her dirty.

"You went to bed too early."

Song Mingzhe snickered, and lifted Ling Zhaozhao out of the bed.

It's only ten o'clock, and Ling Zhaozhao has already fallen asleep, living like an old man.

"I originally wanted to wait for you in the living room, but I didn't expect to wait until I came to the bed."

Ling Zhaozhao rubbed his nose embarrassedly.

"I baked a small cake for you and put it in the kitchen. It's delicious when it's hot. There are also some meals that are light in taste. They are made by Mengyue and Xueqin. They taste pretty good."

When Ling Zhaozhao mentioned these things, his eyes lit up, which made Song Mingzhe feel better.

"Can the two of them still cook?"

Song Mingzhe hugged Ling Zhaozhao's shoulders, and smelling her scent, the depression in his heart inevitably dissipated a lot.

Wang Qifu was good at spreading false news outside to confuse the public, so that the people under him couldn't find the whereabouts of Song Jianguo and Shen Qiyu after searching for a whole day.

Fortunately, he still has Chi Jiaxu to help.

Thinking of the message Chi Jiaxu sent him, Song Mingzhe's lips curled up unavoidably.

"...I didn't know at first. I wanted to eat casually today, but I didn't expect them to show their hands in front of me. Hey, when will I be able to cook such delicious meals?"

Ling Zhaozhao murmured.

Perhaps it is because of her peace of mind to raise her baby recently that she has a great interest in cooking.

Helplessly, her culinary talent is only focused on cake baking, and she still doesn't know anything about food.

"As for you, just go and have a meal first, and then take a good bath and rest. My brother and the others are all inquiring about the news. Parents and the others should be fine."

After Ling Zhaozhao finished reading, seeing Song Mingzhe's expression of thinking, he thought he was worried about Song Jianguo and Shen Qiyu's affairs, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand to stroke his brow.

Song Mingzhe was touched by her warm fingertips, and suddenly recovered from his thoughts.

"Eat something with me."

When he eats alone, he is always not very appetizing.

Before Ling Zhaozhao could speak, he was hugged by Song Mingzhe, causing her to let out an exclamation.

She hugged Song Mingzhe's neck, a little embarrassed.

"Mengyue and Xueqin are here, I can accompany you to dinner, I will go by myself."

If Bai Mengyue and Wang Xueqin saw her being carried downstairs by Song Mingzhe, they didn't know how they would make fun of her.

"They see it when they see it, and they can move out if they are not used to it."

Song Mingzhe smiled lightly, and gave Ling Zhaozhao no reason to refuse.

In this way, Ling Zhaozhao was carried downstairs by Song Mingzhe, and put on a chair by him tenderly. After a while, the hot meals were served on the table steaming hot.

"If it's not enough, I'll order you a takeaway."

Ling Zhaozhao blinked and said thoughtfully.

It's not that she thinks these meals are not tasty, it's just that she has a strong taste recently, and eating these bland foods feels like chewing grass.

Song Mingzhe saw through her little intentions.

"Just order what you want, just don't eat unclean things."

Ling Zhaozhao was seen through by him, smiled awkwardly, picked up his mobile phone in the next second and started ordering takeaway.

She really wants to eat fried chicken recently, and even dreams of eating chicken legs.

Song Mingzhe glanced at Ling Zhaozhao's screen from the corner of his eye, and saw the expensive things she bought, thought about it, and decided not to stop her.

Eat as much as you want, even once in a while.

"I met Chi Jiaxu today."

Song Mingzhe picked up a piece of meat and habitually put it in Ling Zhaozhao's bowl.

"What did he say? But thinking about it, he probably can't say anything good. After all, we treated him so badly last time, and he almost became a groom."

Ling Zhaozhao has also heard a lot about the grievances between the Chi family and the Xiang family recently.

It wasn't that she was gossiping, it was that Wang Xueqin's ability to inquire about information was too strong, and she liked to whisper in her ear any gossip she got.

But Ling Zhaozhao is not disgusted, and there is nothing to do with her, so just listen to it for fun.

But Bai Mengyue seemed indifferent when she heard these things, she was not sad when she said she was sad, and she was not happy when she said she was happy.

"He didn't say anything, just said he wanted to cooperate with me."

Song Mingzhe said calmly.

Ling Zhaozhao, who was drinking water, almost choked.

"He's been kicked in the head by a donkey, so he's turned sexual? There's no conspiracy, is there? What's his condition?"

Numerous possibilities flashed through Ling Zhaozhao's mind, none of which interpreted Chi Jiaxu's behavior as kindness.

Listening to Ling Zhaozhao's questions, Song Mingzhe smiled, and was about to answer when an exclamation came from his ear.

"Cousin, cousin, you are still eating supper at such a late hour."

Wang Xueqin took Bai Mengyue and walked straight to the refrigerator.

It looked like he was just here to get drinks.

In the recent period, the relationship between Wang Xueqin and Bai Mengyue is a bit outrageous. They are probably under the same roof. Bai Mengyue can't help Wang Xueqin's flirtatiousness, and Bai Mengyue will not refuse most of Wang Xueqin's requests.

So in the eyes of others, Wang Xueqin and Bai Mengyue are like good friends.

Song Mingzhe's gaze fell on Bai Mengyue, pondered for a while, and took out an exquisite box from his pocket.

"Bai Mengyue, happy birthday, someone wants me to say hello to you."

Song Mingzhe spoke lightly.

Ling Zhaozhao cast his eyes on that exquisite little box, and couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

So the condition for Chi Jiaxu to cooperate with them is to ask Song Mingzhe to hand over Bai Mengyue's birthday present for him?

Ling Zhaozhao never imagined that Chi Jiaxu was actually a lover.