The president's pet daughter

After eating this heart-pounding breakfast, Ling Zhaozhao found an excuse and went back to the room.

Lin Xi, who was lying on the bed leisurely watching variety shows, saw Ling Zhaozhao's blushing face, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"Did you play so intensely early in the morning?"

Afterwards, seeing Ling Zhaozhao's well-dressed appearance, disappointment flashed across his eyes.

"It seems that not having enough to eat is not conducive to being full and thinking about lust."

"Do you want to see what tiger and wolf words you are talking about?"

Ling Zhaozhao twitched the corners of his mouth, his face full of helplessness.

Lin Xi turned over and picked up the potato chips by the bed, sat up straight suddenly, and analyzed with Ling Zhaozhao seriously.

"Although you have always said that he is difficult to chase, I think the possibility of the two of you is still very high."

In Ling Zhaozhao's mouth, Song Mingzhe is simply an unreasonable straight man of steel, and it is even more difficult to win this man's heart.

But she told her with her woman's sixth sense that Song Mingzhe was definitely interested in Ling Zhaozhao, not so cold and heartless on the surface.

"What's the big deal about possibility? I always feel that he is close to me."

Ling Zhaozhao sat on the bed and let out a long sigh.

She thinks that she is already very brave, and she has hit the wall so many times, and it is really rare and valuable for her to not give up with her usual attitude of lying down.

Although Song Mingzhe did many things that moved her heart, she couldn't tell whether these things that moved her heart were unintentional or intentional.

Maybe it's because she was deeply poisoned by those boss novels, and she always felt that love and liking should not be such a restrained expression of Song Mingzhe.

"If he is really indifferent to your beauty, why don't you take the connotation route?"

Lin Xi lay on his side looking at Ling Zhaozhao, and seriously suggested.

Judging from Ling Zhaozhao's description, this man is a workaholic elite. It stands to reason that this type of man should pay more attention to the inside of his partner instead of just relying on his appearance.

Ling Zhaozhao's appearance is already very good, as long as he puts more effort into his inner appearance, will he still worry that Song Mingzhe won't take the bait?

Ling Zhaozhao turned over excitedly when he heard this proposal, then he lay back down as if he remembered something.

"Lin Xi, based on my friendship with you for several years, you can tell me with your conscience, what meaning do you think I have?"

If Song Mingzhe liked to read novels and gossip, she would be able to talk to him for three days and three nights.

But for someone like Song Mingzhe, it would be nice not to talk to her about obscure technical terms.

"...It makes sense."

Lin Xi also sighed, but she still didn't give up and continued to give her own suggestions.

"However, you can also start packaging yourself from now on, such as smiling without showing your teeth, not being so rushy when walking, and talking with some poetic idioms, maybe it looks very connotative."

"You don't need to talk so much, you can say it concisely, so that you will appear to be very high and unpredictable, and you are very cultivated."

Ling Zhaozhao finally understood.

Co-authoring this is for her to hide her nature.

"Is it really possible?"

Ling Zhaozhao frowned, expressing full doubts about Lin Xi's method.

"How will you know if you don't try, and now you can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

Lin Xi shrugged.

She glanced up and down at Ling Zhaozhao's loose clothes, expressing her disapproval of her clothes.

"First of all, you have to become more mature from the way you dress, and get rid of your loose clothes and those fancy pink skirts."

"Also, your makeup is usually too tender. You need to put on experienced makeup. I will do it myself later, and you just wait for the transformation."

In Lin Xi's mind, the matching of Ling Zhaozhao and others was instantly thought up, and he patted his chest with confidence.

It just so happened that she brought an unusually hot stepmother skirt, which came in handy.

Seeing Lin Xi's confident expression, Ling Zhaozhao felt inexplicably guilty.

noon.

Ling Zhaozhao knocked on the door of Song Mingzhe's room, and nervously grabbed the clothes around his waist.

Soon, the door opened.

Song Mingzhe was wearing a gray shirt and black trousers, and his tall and straight figure stood in front of her.

The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, making it a little more casual and lazy. With his movements, the muscles under the shirt were faintly visible.

The moment Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao, a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao was wearing a khaki deep v-wrapped hip dress, with his hair coiled up high, and a pair of pearl earrings hung on his white earlobes.

She also intentionally thickened her eyebrows, and the raised black eyeliner invisible outlined her charm, and the rich red between her lips made her complexion fairer.

But I have to say that it looks good like this, but it seems to be several years older invisibly.

"We're going to barbecue, why don't you come with us?"

Ling Zhaozhao hesitated for a while, then forced himself to speak calmly.

Lin Xi said that as a person with strong opinions and connotations, he should ask less questions and give more orders.

"it is good."

Song Mingzhe didn't notice the change in Ling Zhaozhao's words, he just nodded and walked out of the room.

It's just that Ling Zhaozhao was unusually silent along the way, and he completely lost his usual eloquence.

"Why are you so quiet today?"

Song Mingzhe still couldn't hold back, frowning lightly and opened his mouth.

Without Ling Zhaozhao's twittering, he felt uncomfortable in various ways.

"I don't really want to talk."

Ling Zhaozhao said a few words indifferently.

Well, people with meaning never talk too much nonsense without nutrition.

They walked all the way to the barbecue place, Huang Qibo saw Ling Zhaozhao's attire today, his eyes flashed with surprise.

If Lin Xi hadn't told him that Ling Zhaozhao hadn't dated yet, he would have thought that Ling Zhaozhao was dressed like this because he was dumped.

This barbecue was actually a meal for the staff. Apart from a few of them, there were also some people who worked in the villa.

There was a chef's son, Xiao Fu, who ran over with a can of drink.

Although Ling Zhaozhao has only been here for a few days, he had the best time with Ling Zhaozhao in the past. When he saw Ling Zhaozhao's back from a distance, he thought it was her, so he ran over excitedly.

When he saw Ling Zhaozhao's face, he was a little uncertain again.

It seemed that she was different from the sister Zhaozhao he knew.

"Auntie, can you open a drink for me?"

Xiao Fu hesitated for a while, and felt that the aunt in front of him had a serious face, and seemed to be uncomfortable with talking, so he handed the drink to Song Mingzhe who was standing beside Ling Zhaozhao.

"Brother, can you help me?"

Ling Zhaozhao instantly petrified.

Why is she an aunt and Song Mingzhe is a brother?

Do the two of them seem to have a big difference in generation? !