The president's pet daughter

After closing the car window, Ling Zhaozhao drove the car out with a heartbroken face.

As soon as the car window was closed, she turned to look at Song Mingzhe.

This look almost made her feel dazzled.

She rubbed her eyes, no flowers.

At the moment when the window was closed, the handsome Song returned to the characteristics of a ten thousand year iceberg.

The appearance that strangers should not enter is completely two extremes from the previous appearance at her house.

"Where are you going?" Ling Zhaozhao complained in his heart.

This guy should be an actor. It would be a pity if he didn't become an actor with his acting skills.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyes, "Go to the Ball Building."

"Thank you very much for this incident. When the time comes, you can give me your card number, and I will send you money."

Although Ling Zhaozhao was heartbroken, she was in a good mood after being fooled, so she said again.

"You should be a newcomer, right? Which department? If there is anything you don't understand, you can come to me at any time. Sister Ling will protect you."

Ling Zhaozhao originally planned to settle his debts, but he thought that Song Mingzhe worked with her in Boer after all, and maybe there would be a chance to meet in the same building in the future.

Song Mingzhe, who was sitting in the back seat, heard Ling Zhaozhao's last words, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, but he didn't speak.

Seeing his cold face, Ling Zhaozhao secretly despised him for a while, but wisely, he didn't speak again.

The car slowly stopped at the gate of the Ball Group.

Ling Zhaozhao took out a notebook, tore off a page, took out the pen in his bag, and quickly wrote down a series of numbers on the paper.

"When you first come to the workplace, don't put on a straight face. This is not conducive to your long-term career in the workplace. Listen to my sister's advice, it is better for young people to be more energetic."

Ling Zhaozhao said in a tone that has been immersed in the workplace for many years.

"This is my contact information, contact me if you need anything."

She stuffed the note into Song Mingzhe's suit pocket, and winked playfully.

Her eyes were indeed in good shape, and the slightly trembling eyelashes were raised and lowered, and they were not so smart.

Song Mingzhe looked at her little actions, and by accident, he didn't reject her note, and got out of the car after taking it.

After he got out of the car, Ling Zhaozhao waved to him through the car window and drove home.

Watching Ling Zhaozhao's car drive away slowly, Song Mingzhe showed a slight smile.

Not long after, a Rolls Royce stopped in front of Song Mingzhe.

The car window lowered slowly, and a face that looked very similar to him appeared in front of him.

It's just that the face has been soaked by time, and the temples have turned gray.

Compared with the coldness between Song Mingzhe's brows, the people in the car still had an overpowering aura.

This kind of aura cannot be pretended, but it has been cultivated by holding power for many years.

"Where have you been?"

The man in the car spoke, his voice was indifferent, as if Song Mingzhe in front of him was not his son, but a complete stranger.

"Meet your parents." Song Mingzhe glanced at his father Song Jianguo, with a mocking arc on his mouth.

"Oh? Besides me, do you have any other father?"

Song Jianguo sneered, and looked at his son with a little more indifference.

Song Mingzhe looked at the extremely bright street lights in the distance, and suddenly thought of Ling Zhaozhao's talking eyes.

"Girlfriend's."

As soon as the words were finished, Chen Fu, the housekeeper in the car, hurriedly got out of the car from the co-pilot, and then carefully persuaded him.

"Young Master, I'm not good today. I didn't speak clearly, so I didn't hear you. But the master is also worried about you, so don't..."

"Forbe, it's none of your business."

At this moment, the father and son spoke at the same time.

Then he ignored him again.

According to Song Jianguo's arrangement, Song Mingzhe was going on a blind date with Miss Gao's family.

But the driver waited for a long time, but Song Mingzhe's voice was not heard.

The arranged blind date is just that.

The atmosphere was getting colder and colder, and Chen Fu, the butler beside him, didn't dare to take a breath.

It is rare for the master and the young master to meet several times a year, but every time they meet, it is as if they are incompatible.

Song Jianguo got out of the car, put his hands on the faucet crutches, snorted coldly, and said, "Where did you get your girlfriend from abroad? Also, Gao Yue doesn't deserve you at all? Are you sure you're looking for crooked melons and cracked dates?" Can it be better than her?"

The corners of Song Mingzhe's lips curled into a sarcasm. "If you really like her that much, you might as well marry her. I don't mind having another stepmother younger than me."

"You...you pervert."

Song Mingzhe spread his hands indifferently.

"What I'm talking about is just a fact. By the way, my dear father, you should know that I am the master of my affairs, and no one can control me."

After finishing speaking, he no longer looked at Song Jianguo's increasingly livid face.

Turn around and head for the elevator.

Blind date?

Wealthy marriage?

impossible!

Song Mingzhe has seen too many villains behind the scenes of wealthy families.

The so-called marriage is just an exchange of interests.

The most obvious example is his parents' marriage.

Since he was a child, he has never experienced father's love, nor has he experienced mother's love.

In their eyes, Song Mingzhe felt that he was a product of conflicting interests.

Because of this.

For him, family affection and love are the most useless things in the world.

He doesn't need these useless things.

Yes!

unnecessary……