The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao fell asleep until he woke up naturally.

She rubbed her eyes and stretched comfortably.

"Is Zhao Zhao awake yet? Oh, what a careless girl, I've caused you trouble..."

Dimly, she seemed to hear her own mother's voice.

The thought woke her up instantly.

Oops, how could she go out like this!

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the messy nightdress on his body, and couldn't help biting his lower lip.

His gaze inadvertently caught sight of the clothes neatly placed beside the bed.

Still her favorite pink.

She touched the long skirt in a daze, and there were ripples in her heart.

It seems that this man is not as incomprehensible as she imagined.

After changing her clothes, she touched her ankle subconsciously. The redness and swelling disappeared a lot, and the pain was no longer as it was yesterday.

Ling Zhaozhao limped out of the door and saw Yunmei and Ling Shiyi downstairs.

They were still wearing beach-colored clothes, as if they had just returned from the beach.

"Dad, Mom, why are you here?"

When Ling Zhaozhao saw them, he couldn't help being curious.

Song Mingzhe saw that Ling Zhaozhao was about to go downstairs, walked up the stairs in silence, and helped her down.

"Also, if Xiao Song hadn't told us that you fell down, you might want to eat some home food, otherwise we wouldn't rush back."

After all, it was her own, Yunmei still looked at Ling Zhaozhao with some distress in her eyes.

"You are such a big person, you don't pay attention."

Ling Shiyi also sighed aside.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt the affection of the long-lost reunion, and couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.

Glancing again at Song Mingzhe who was supporting her, his lips curled up.

Not bad, now he can figure out what's on her mind.

"It makes Xiao Song take care of you even more painstakingly."

Ling Shiyi seemed to take a big breath, and said these words suddenly.

Ling Zhaozhao, who had just walked to the dining table, suddenly twitched his eyelids.

She opened the lunch box, and it was almost full of Song Mingzhe's favorite dishes.

And what she likes to eat is just a little bit.

"Mom, don't I want to eat home food?"

Ling Zhaozhao was speechless.

Well, this is too obvious.

"You live at home every day, and the food at home is not enough for you? Xiao Song only comes to our house once in a few weeks. Of course, Xiao Song is the main one."

Yunmei glared at Ling Zhaozhao, feeling somewhat resentful that iron could not be made into steel.

Then he looked at Song Mingzhe with a smile.

"Xiao Song, my uncle and I specially made some soup for you to drink. I heard from Zhaozhao that you have worked hard recently, so it's just enough to make up for it."

Ling Zhaozhao had some bad premonition in his heart.

The moment Ling Shiyi opened the box, Ling Zhaozhao knew that his thoughts were correct.

That Shiquan Dabu soup has come out of the rivers and lakes again.

Song Mingzhe looked at the rich ingredients, and looked at the tonic soup that made his blood boil, and suddenly remembered the cold shower last night.

He can't make up any more.

"I think this bowl of soup should be given to Zhao Zhao."

Song Mingzhe's thin lips opened and closed, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an unkind way.

"After all, she was injured, and she really worked hard last night."

His lingering words rolled over and over between his lips and tongue, and the ambiguous words made people blush and heartbeat.

The temperature on Ling Zhaozhao's face rose rapidly.

What do you mean she worked hard last night?

She only admitted that her hard work last night was used to seduce Song Mingzhe, not other aspects.

When Yunmei and Ling Shiyi heard this, they exchanged a look in tacit understanding, and the words "I understand" were written in their eyes.

"I……"

Ling Zhaozhao wanted to decline this malicious concern, but Song Mingzhe held his shoulders.

He met her eyes, his eyes moved slightly.

"Zhao Zhao, don't refuse my kindness, I will be sad."

He bit the word "sad" so hard that Ling Zhaozhao suddenly forgot how he wanted to refuse.

Song Mingzhe picked up the bowl of soup, and passed the spoon to Ling Zhaozhao's mouth, as if coaxing a child.

"Good, open your mouth."

His voice was low, and there seemed to be some kind of bewitching temptation in his words.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know what was wrong, she clearly knew that this was his trap, but she still stepped into it without hesitation.

When that indescribable taste spread in her mouth, she realized how deeply she had been bewitched.

"Is it delicious?"

Song Mingzhe frowned slightly, with a little smile in his eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao understood what he meant almost instantly.

This man seemed to remember the last time he tricked him into drinking a whole bowl of Dabu soup.

It's really good to hold a grudge!

But this soup is really unpalatable, and I don't know how the man in front of me managed to drink the whole bowl without changing his expression.

"Zhao Zhao, this can't be wasted, it's all essence."

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's frown, Yunmei couldn't help but speak.

"Since my aunt has said so, Zhao Zhao is a good boy, so he should finish his drink obediently, right?"

The smile on Song Mingzhe's face became more and more obvious, and there was a little playfulness in his eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't even dare to look him in the eye, for fear that he would become dizzy again.

"Drink and drink."

She snatched the soup bowl from Song Mingzhe's hand and drank it all in one go.

Song Mingzhe didn't seem to expect that she would do this, and was taken aback for a moment.

Seeing that she drank every drop, the smile in her eyes became more obvious.

In fact, he didn't intend to let her finish drinking, he was just teasing her.

After all, she is so squeamish, so she probably can't get used to it.

After finishing the soup and eating, Ling Zhaozhao will follow Yunmei and Ling Shiyi to go home.

Before leaving, Song Mingzhe took out a small pink medicine box and handed it to Ling Zhaozhao while Yunmei and Ling Shiyi were not paying attention.

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and I may not come back until after the National Day. There are some medicines in it, remember to take it well."

Ling Zhaozhao took it over and found that the bag was quite heavy.

Suddenly there was a touch of sweetness in my heart.

Does this mean that he is reporting the itinerary to himself?

"It's so kind of you."

Yunmei and Ling Shiyi were not far away, and Ling Zhaozhao didn't dare to ask if you would miss my unreserved words, so he lingered for a long time before choking out these words.

She even had the ridiculous idea of ​​not wanting to go home.

Song Mingzhe was about to say something, but Yunmei dragged Ling Zhaozhao away.

"Okay, okay, don't get bored, if you don't feel tired enough, it's better to get married as soon as possible."

When Ling Zhaozhao heard these words, the curvature of his lips disappeared instantly, and his good mood was inexplicably hit.

She wanted to think about it now, but she didn't even write a word.

Her road of chasing her husband was really tortuous.