The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao also realized that what he just said was a bit over the top, coughed lightly, and was about to change the topic.

Song Mingzhe's cell phone rang at this moment.

It was a video call from Shen Xingxi.

"Brother Mingzhe, where are you playing now?"

Shen Xingxi's playful smile appeared on the screen.

When Song Mingzhe's cell phone was connected, he just passed Ling Zhaozhao's figure, and Shen Xingxi couldn't help but click his tongue.

"I said, why do you, a workaholic, suddenly go on vacation? Did you hide in the golden house secretly? If my cousin finds out, I don't know how sad you will be."

Song Mingzhe glanced at Jiaojiao beside him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He turned the camera to Ling Zhaozhao, his thin lips parted slightly.

"Jiaojiao, why don't you just say a few words?"

Ling Zhaozhao's cheeks were flushed slightly by his address, and he greeted the camera.

"Is it Zhaozhao? Oh, Zhaozhao, when will you come over to play again? My aunt and uncle miss you very much."

Zhou Qing's voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone, and Shen Xingxi's face was successfully squeezed away by Zhou Qing.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she was extremely gentle.

"Hi aunt, I miss you too."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Zhou Qing's face, and called aunt sweetly.

Shouting made Zhou Qing's heart melt.

"Uncle picked out a little white horse for you at the racecourse, and it's just waiting for you to come and ride it."

Shen Zhihe also appeared in the video, unable to hide the lines of laughter at the end of his eyes.

The horses in the racecourse are relatively strong, and last time Ling Zhaozhao didn't enjoy riding it very much, so Shen Zhihe went to buy another docile pony for Ling Zhaozhao to ride when he came to the racecourse.

He knew that Ling Zhaozhao liked pink, so he even ordered a whole set of pink harness.

"Thank you uncle, uncle, you are so kind."

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect that Shen Zhihe would buy her a pony specially, and was moved in his heart.

Song Mingzhe listened to Ling Zhaozhao sending out good person cards again, the corners of his mouth slightly pursed.

"If Mingzhe is not free, Zhaozhao, you can also come and play by yourself. Anyway, uncle and aunt welcome you anytime."

Zhou Qing smiled, looking at Ling Zhaozhao with doting eyes.

"Mingzhe, I have something to tell you."

Shen Zhihe coughed as if he remembered something.

Ling Zhaozhao quickly realized that this was what they meant to whisper.

"Then I'll go to the hot spring first, and wait for you to come over."

Ling Zhaozhao winked at Song Mingzhe, pretending that they were inseparable in their love.

There was no way, after all, Zhou Qing and Shen Zhihe were still watching, and they had to do a full set of acting.

Song Mingzhe nodded, and then walked back to the room.

"What is it, uncle?"

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao walking away, Shen Zhihe couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, then his eyebrows twisted into twists, and he spoke in a serious manner.

"Has your father met Zhao Zhao?"

"No."

When Song Mingzhe heard Shen Zhihe mentioning Song Jianguo, his brows were a bit cold.

During this period of time, Song Jianguo went to deal with Boer's overseas business, so he was in harmony with him.

"When I met him a few days ago, I mentioned to him that you brought Zhao Zhao over for dinner. He seemed to have a problem with Zhao Zhao."

When Shen Zhihe mentioned this matter, he became very angry.

Although he didn't like Song Jianguo, the Shen family and the Song family had some important business contacts after all, so they sometimes had to meet each other.

He originally thought that Song Mingzhe brought Ling Zhaozhao to their house for dinner after Song Jianguo nodded.

As a result, he had just mentioned that Song Mingzhe had a good eye, and his girlfriend was well-behaved, beautiful and sensible, but Song Jianguo blew his beard and stared at him for a long time.

He still remembered Song Jianguo's expression of disbelief, as if the Shen family had been blinded by lard.

……

"Let me tell you, Mingzhe's girlfriend, I will never let her step into the Song family. How can such a woman deserve to enter our Song family?"

Song Jianguo was so angry that he was out of breath, and the dragon's head and crutches hit the ground with a muffled sound.

Song Mingzhe may just be fascinated by that half-old mistress for a while, but what does the Shen family mean?

How dare he praise that woman in front of him.

He knew that the Shen family had always been extremely fond of Song Mingzhe, but they couldn't do so much, could they?

Shen Zhihe thought that Song Jianguo was saying that Ling Zhaozhao was unworthy, so he also got angry on the spot.

"She doesn't deserve it? What kind of daughter-in-law do you Song Laoer want to find? Let me tell you, Mingzhe can marry whoever he wants, even if you stop him, it's useless! The Shen family will always stand by Mingzhe's side."

He really didn't understand how Song Jianguo could have such malice towards a girl like Ling Zhaozhao who was loved by everyone in the Shen family.

"Then unless you step over my dead body."

Song Jianguo glanced over Shen Zhihe with gloomy eyes, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became oppressive and dull.

……

When Shen Zhihe said Song Jianguo's last sentence, he couldn't help but sneered.

"Are you saying that your father is sick? Who wants to step over his dead body to get married? Your household registration book is still in our house."

At the beginning, Song Mingzhe's household registration was with his mother's. After the divorce, their household registration was naturally in the Shen family.

So who Song Mingzhe wants to marry now is just a matter of minutes.

Song Mingzhe didn't answer Shen Zhihe's words, because he didn't know why Song Jianguo was so disgusted with Ling Zhaozhao, whom he had never met before.

But it's not surprising, Song Jianguo has always liked to control his life, and as long as Song Jianguo doesn't personally nod and check on his partner, he is naturally very picky.

"It will be your birthday in a few days. It seems that your father wants to invite people from the Gao family to come. I don't know what kind of ecstasy the Gao family gave him."

"If you don't want to go home, then come to Uncle and give it to you."

Shen Zhihe felt a little annoyed.

After all, Song Jianguo still felt that Ling Zhaozhao's background was not prominent enough to bring any benefits to the Song family.

For the Song family, Song Jianguo even sacrificed his son's happiness.

Hmph, some people are as cold-blooded as ever.

"I won't go, and there is no need to prepare anything for me on my birthday."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, his words were full of indifference.

During these years abroad, he has never had any birthday, and he doesn't need to.

Maybe it's because he ate too many cold and lonely cakes when he was a child, so that he still has a feeling of disgust for birthdays.

He is a child who has not been loved by his parents, and he does not need to rely on his birthday to prove his existence.

What's more, his birthday is just a name that Song Jianguo uses in exchange for benefits.