The president's pet daughter

"Tsk tsk tsk, Zhaozhao, I think the two of you really have something to do."

Lin Xi lay on the bed repeating Song Mingzhe's words with Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao, who was taking off his makeup, could not help but pause slightly after hearing Lin Xi's words.

"Then you like someone, will you look at him involuntarily?"

"Will there be a strong desire to reply to his every word and deed, or even subconsciously follow his steps?"

Ling Zhaozhao looked serious and asked word by word.

She knows all these things, but Song Mingzhe doesn't.

And most of them, she ran behind Song Mingzhe.

So she knew very well that even if Song Mingzhe had a crush on her, it was only a crush, not a liking.

Lin Xi nodded, and recalled Song Mingzhe's unkind appearance in Ling Zhaozhao's mouth, and his cp-knocking eyes immediately dimmed.

"But I think you still have a chance, don't you have to go to the hot spring tonight, I think you can wear it..."

She seemed to remember something again, and became excited again.

Originally, they came here for this hot spring, but unfortunately, the hot spring was being cleaned a few days ago, and it was only officially opened today.

Before Lin Xi could finish speaking, Ling Zhaozhao quickly interrupted her thoughts.

"Stop it, I won't listen to you this time, I'd rather wear a hellokitty swimsuit than fall for your tricks again."

What kind of stepmother's skirt, what kind of coquettish villain makeup, these things are not allowed to appear in Ling Zhaozhao's life from now on.

Lin Xi looked at Ling Zhaozhao's determined face, and lay down obediently on the bed.

"Ok."

At night, Lin Xi was suddenly called away by a phone call, and he didn't know when he would be back, so Ling Zhaozhao had no choice but to go to the hot spring by himself first.

When she changed into her bathrobe and was about to go out, she saw Song Mingzhe being blocked by a pure little beauty.

"Handsome guy, meeting is fate, why don't we exchange contact information. If you don't mind the trouble, my room is next door to yours, and I can discuss some philosophical issues with you."

The innocent little beauty was flirting towards Song Mingzhe, her big watery eyes almost blinked and convulsed.

But even so, Song Mingzhe still didn't have too many waves on his face.

He was wearing a dark gray bathrobe, and the belt in the middle was not too tight, revealing some traces of muscle. The loose bathrobe on his body made him look a little differently sexy.

It's no wonder that when he goes out, he attracts these crazy bees and butterflies.

Listening to the pure beauty's words, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

She thinks that her skin is already thick enough in front of Song Mingzhe, but compared with this woman, she is still much inferior.

Also explore philosophical issues?

Standing at the door, Ling Zhaozhao could hear the voice of that pure beauty pulling her abacus.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyes and saw Ling Zhaozhao not far away.

She wore back her favorite pink color, and her slightly curly hair was casually placed on her shoulders, which made her extraordinarily charming.

"Zhao Zhao."

Song Mingzhe opened his mouth slightly, stopped Ling Zhaozhao, and at the same time gave her a look, motioning for her to come over and help him settle.

Ling Zhaozhao received his message with understanding.

Ok, the big director started calling action again.

As a professional actor, Ling Zhaozhao got into the scene instantly.

But this time, she's going to let herself go.

"Husband, so you are here. I have worked so hard to find you."

Ling Zhaozhao walked to Song Mingzhe's side with a weak face, his eyes were filled with admiration for Song Mingzhe.

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's address, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly.

He had a vague premonition that Ling Zhaozhao seemed to be thinking of some bad idea.

When the innocent beauty heard Ling Zhaozhao's address, her eyes were filled with shock and embarrassment.

"Who is this……"

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the pure beauty, his eyes turned from weak and unable to take care of himself to heartbroken.

"I just helped you deal with a mess, and now you're hooking up with women here again, are you worthy of me?"

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes were slightly wet, and he looked at Song Mingzhe with the eyes of a heartless man.

"If you do this, how can you be worthy of the two children in the family? I just followed you. I didn't even ask for a penny as a gift when I got married. Are you treating me like this?"

"If you only have one woman outside, I won't say anything, but after so many years, have you counted how many times you have sorry for me? I know that I am old now, and I don't like you anymore, but seeing that I am so persevering For the sake of it, you can't just hook up with other women like this in front of me!"

Ling Zhaozhao spoke sobbingly, and took the opportunity to touch the empty tears in the corner of his eyes.

The eyes of the pure beauty cannot be described as shock.

She looked at Ling Zhaozhao's incomparably gorgeous face, and then at Song Mingzhe, her eyes were obviously not calm.

"Bah, scumbag."

She scolded Song Mingzhe viciously, and then held Ling Zhaozhao's hand sincerely.

"Sister, love brain is a disease, we have to actively treat it, understand?"

Song Mingzhe looked at the two women who suddenly stood on the united front in front of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

The co-author didn't even have a chance to say a word, so he was portrayed as a scumbag who started to mess up and gave up.

The pure beauty is not bad, not only enlightened Ling Zhaozhao for a long time, but also kindly introduced her to a professional lawyer to file a divorce lawsuit.

Ling Zhaozhao found another excuse to fool him.

When the pure beauty left, she glared at Song Mingzhe several times.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the disappearing back of the innocent beauty, and freely put away the expression of grief on his face.

Song Mingzhe sneered when he saw Ling Zhaozhao's face-changing expression.

"Who's a scumbag, huh?"

Ling Zhaozhao clapped his hands refreshed, glanced at Song Mingzhe, and loved and hated his peachy face.

"Whoever attracts peach blossoms is a scumbag."

Ling Zhaozhao muttered something, the sourness in his tone that he hadn't noticed.

She walked up to Song Mingzhe, looked at the spring light on him, and couldn't help but fiercely tighten the bathrobe on his chest.

He tied his belt tighter.

"A man who doesn't love himself is like a rotten cabbage."

"Outside, you have to be manly, and you have to dress well."

Listening to Ling Zhaozhao's sudden instruction on male virtues, Song Mingzhe couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Why doesn't he dress well and don't keep his masculinity?

But when he met Ling Zhaozhao's pretentiously fierce eyes, he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

By coincidence, he even murmured yes.