The president's pet daughter

Accompanied by the sound of beautiful music, Ling Zhaozhao walked slowly to the red carpet, and the tall and straight Ling Shiyi was looking at her lovingly.

Ling Shiyi seldom dressed so formally. In Ling Zhaozhao's impression, he was always dressed like an old pedant.

But now in a suit and leather shoes, the white hair at the temples made Ling Zhaozhao feel a little sad.

Eldest brother Ling Zhi passed Ling Zhaozhao's hand over.

Ling Shiyi looked at the daughter in front of him, and suddenly recalled countless episodes in his mind.

From babbling to slim, Ling Zhaozhao's growth process can always bring him different surprises.

"Let's go, Zhao Zhao, let me take you through the last journey."

Ling Shiyi motioned for Ling Zhaozhao to hold his arm, with a curl on his lips.

Ling Zhaozhao lowered his eyes slightly, not wanting Ling Shiyi to see the tears in his eyes.

Ling Shiyi patted Ling Zhaozhao's hand on his arm, took a deep breath, and walked forward steadily.

Ling Zhaozhao looked forward, Song Mingzhe in a black suit was waiting for him not far away.

The red carpet of the castle is soft and comfortable, with feathers flying all over the way, magnificent murals are inlaid on the walls, and the stage in the middle is designed to be holy and magnificent.

Ling Zhaozhao held Ling Shiyi's arm, and saw many people in the surrounding seats.

There are her friends and her closest family.

Gao Yue and Lin Xi seemed to be infected too, with tears in the corners of their eyes, and Yunmei was holding a tissue to cover up the red corners of her eyes.

Shen Qiyu sat beside Yunmei and comforted her softly. Song Jianguo still had the same serious expression, but his expression was much softer than before.

Song Mei, Wang Hanlin, and Wang Xueqin also attended the wedding. Song Mei's face had a hint of color, but there was still a gloomy look between her brows.

Wang Hanlin's face was slightly pale, but his behavior was much more obedient than before.

Wang Xueqin gave them sincere blessings.

Ling Zhaozhao also listened to the matter of the Wang family.

Song Jianguo's efficiency was very fast. In just half a day, the property under the Wang family's name underwent a major change.

And Wang Qifu himself was thrown into prison by Song Jianguo who packed a bunch of criminal evidence for him.

Although the trial process needs to wait, Song Jianguo has already arranged everything properly, and there will be no mistakes in the future.

As for Wang Qifu's illegitimate son and mistress raised outside, Ling Zhaozhao felt that Song Mei could handle this matter well.

After all, after this incident, Song Mei seemed to have changed a lot.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe who was getting closer and closer, and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

It's good that the people who love her and the people she loves are around.

No matter how reluctant Ling Shiyi was, and no matter how slow he deliberately walked, he would sometimes stop.

Ling Shiyi stopped in front of Song Mingzhe, his eyes showed the elder's love for the younger.

"I will leave Zhaozhao to you. In the days to come, I hope you will live well."

Ling Shiyi pulled Ling Zhaozhao's hand out of his own with a full face of reluctance, and put it in Song Mingzhe's outstretched palm.

Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao interlocked their fingers, and couldn't help but smile at each other.

Ling Zhaozhao took Song Mingzhe's arm and walked towards the oath place.

The pure white feathers are still floating, everything is so dreamy.

Holding the bouquet in his hands, Ling Zhaozhao walked to the priest with Song Mingzhe happily.

When faced with the same question from the priest, Ling Zhaozhao answered "I am willing" without hesitation.

And Song Mingzhe also answered without thinking.

The two stood facing each other with smiles on their faces.

Mu Yang, who had been waiting in the audience, brought up the wedding ring in due course.

This pair of wedding rings was jointly designed by Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe.

Ling Zhaozhao designed a men's ring, while Song Mingzhe designed a women's ring.

The two took out the ring from the ring box at the same time, and put it on for each other with a tacit understanding.

There was a burst of cheers on the field, and there was a narrow voice for the bride and groom to kiss.

When Ling Zhaozhao touched Song Mingzhe's palm, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Are you a little nervous?"

Song Mingzhe's palms were a little moist, but Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to be nervous under his calm appearance.

Song Mingzhe looked into Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, and nodded very frankly.

Although the wedding banquet did not invite too many people, and there was no interruption from the media, Song Mingzhe was still uncontrollably nervous.

That's more tense than he's been at some major economic summits.

Song Mingzhe couldn't say why, but felt that as the wedding process continued to progress, he always felt unrealistic and dreamy when he saw the wedding venue being arranged day by day.

One day, he can actually marry a woman he loves, and even have a happy family.

And the red carpet on the ground indicates that they will join hands to move towards the next important goal in life.

Thinking of this, Song Mingzhe was both excited and a little nervous.

He recited the procedure silently dozens of times in his mind, because he was afraid that the perfect wedding in Ling Zhaozhao's heart would be ruined because of himself.

He wanted the best for her no matter what.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to admit it so readily, she thought that according to Song Mingzhe's awkward temper, he would be stubborn.

I just don't know why, looking at Song Mingzhe who is so cautious, Ling Zhaozhao feels so happy that he is about to cry.

Her life from now on will be closely linked with Song Mingzhe.

Ling Zhaozhao held down his beating heart, stood on tiptoe, and kissed the corner of Song Mingzhe's mouth.

She knew that kissing Song Mingzhe in front of so many people was shy enough, but she just wanted to do that at this moment.

Because Song Mingzhe deserves it.

The cheers on the field couldn't help but get louder.

Song Mingzhe's breathing was suddenly confused by Ling Zhaozhao's kiss.

He pressed the back of Ling Zhaozhao's head, gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and intensified the kiss under the witness of everyone.

The pure white feathers were flying all over the sky, and the bright sunlight was projected from the colorful windows and fell on them.

Everything that is holy is outrageous, and everything beautiful is also outrageous.

The cheers around gradually subsided, for fear of disturbing this beautiful moment.

"I love you."

Song Mingzhe rubbed Ling Zhaozhao's red earlobe viciously, and whispered in a low voice where no one was looking.

Ling Zhaozhao's face was rosy just after being kissed by him, and when he heard what he said, he couldn't help but squeeze his palm quietly.

"I love you too."

Ling Zhaozhao said in a low voice, blinked, and looked at him.

On this sunny and smooth day, they will spend the rest of their lives hand in hand.

Regardless of birth, old age, sickness and death, regardless of wealth or poverty.

They live together and grow old together, relying on each other for life.