The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe subconsciously held Ling Zhaozhao's entire hand.

The abnormal temperature on her body spread to his palm, causing his tone to sink all of a sudden.

"Are you sick?"

She is so hot, didn't she realize that she was sick?

Although Ling Zhaozhao felt her head was heavy, she still remained calm.

"It seems to be, I will ask for leave later to go home and have a rest. If I didn't send you this loving takeaway, I would have gone home a long time ago. Am I fine?"

Anyway, the takeaway has been delivered, so she can ask for leave and go home.

Although her tone was playful as always, Song Mingzhe could also see her erratic expression, and there was a faint disapproval in his eyes.

How is she going to go home like this?

"Get in the car with me."

He pulled her to his black Maybach, opened the passenger door, and forced Ling Zhaozhao into it.

"That... I just caught a cold because I didn't close the window last night, but I can still drive home. At worst, I can take a taxi, so I don't need to trouble you."

Ling Zhaozhao was a little dazed by his smooth operation, and when she sat in the co-pilot, her thinking ability returned to her.

She knows how busy Song Mingzhe is at work, so she doesn't want to be a stumbling block in his work.

What's more, she felt that her condition was not serious and she should be able to get home safely.

"Who said they were going to take you home."

Song Mingzhe glanced at her coolly, seeing that she was not wearing her seat belt in a daze, and bent slightly to pull the seat belt from her face.

Ling Zhaozhao's nose was swayed by Song Mingzhe's breath for a moment.

His flawless profile just like this swayed directly into her sight.

His eyebrows, his eyes, are all the ones she likes the most.

She secretly traced Song Mingzhe's eyebrows and eyes in her heart, her cheeks were slightly hot, she didn't know if it was because of illness, or because of the close contact with him in this small space, she blushed.

Song Mingzhe held the seat belt with his slender fingers, lightly brushed the fabric around Ling Zhaozhao's waist, and fastened her seat belt with a snap.

"Where are you going then?"

Ling Zhaozhao coughed, trying not to think about the charming scene just now, and changed the subject.

Song Mingzhe didn't answer her, but lightly stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the underground garage.

The car finally stopped at a hospital, and Ling Zhaozhao was quickly arranged to be admitted into an incomparably noble VIP single ward.

When Ling Zhaozhao saw that the VIP ward was not only bigger than her two rooms, but even the decoration was extremely exquisite, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Living here for a day is not at least the price of hiring Song Mingzhe to act in a play.

She is just a small cold, this is too exaggerated!

"Mr. Song, Ms. Ling has a fever at the moment, but other than that, she seems to be fine."

The vice president in a white coat stood in front of Ling Zhaozhao's hospital bed, looked at the thermometer and said solemnly.

This hospital is owned by the Shen family. As the vice president, he naturally knows Song Mingzhe.

Just because he knew Song Mingzhe, when he saw Song Mingzhe coming to the hospital, he thought Song Mingzhe was sick, so he was so scared that he called Shen Zhihe directly.

It turned out that Song Mingzhe's female companion was sick, but because of Song Mingzhe's sense of oppression, he didn't dare to say it. In fact, Ling Zhaozhao's illness only needed to go home and take a few doses of antipyretics, let alone hospitalization.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded desperately at the side, expressing that she agrees with what the doctor said.

She really just has a common fever, so there's really no need to stir up people like this!

"What if some other disease caused it?"

Song Mingzhe frowned, put his hands in his pockets and said.

The deputy dean's mind turned quickly, and he immediately answered: "This situation is not impossible, then I will prepare a physical examination for Miss Ling now, to see if there are any problems, and ensure that Miss Ling's illness can be cured by medicine." discharged from the hospital!"

After finishing speaking, he efficiently walked out of the ward, leaving Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe staring at each other in the ward.

Shock could not be used to describe Ling Zhaozhao's face.

She just felt incredible.

No, is it really necessary for her to have a full body checkup?

"Xiao Songzi, isn't that a bit too exaggerated... I just need to go home and take some medicine, and if you don't let me go to work, my full attendance will be gone."

Ling Zhaozhao tugged at the corner of Song Mingzhe's clothes, looking pitiful.

The thought of staying here for at least two days made her feel dizzy.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help feeling a little funny when he heard the second half of Ling Zhaozhao's sentence.

When did she become so active at work?

Besides, does she lack the perfect attendance award?

"I said hello to you, and your perfect attendance award remains the same."

He turned his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Besides, you are not smart in the first place, what if you become even less smart after being burned?"

Ling Zhaozhao:? ? ?She had reason to suspect that Song Mingzhe was attacking her personally.

"That's your fault too. Whoever made you leave the window open yesterday caused me to have a fever. Let me tell you, you will be responsible for taking care of me for as long as I live here."

Ling Zhaozhao snorted, and wrapped himself in the white quilt, only showing his head.

Since he insists on doing this, don't blame her for throwing the blame on him.

Her long and curly eyelashes trembled, as if sweeping over Song Mingzhe's heart.

"How to take care of it?"

Song Mingzhe looked a little serious, because he really didn't know what to do to take care of him.

He stood in front of Ling Zhaozhao, his tall figure blocked the dazzling sunlight outside the window for her.

Ling Zhaozhao rolled his eyes, and suddenly many bad ideas rose in his heart.

"I want to eat a pomegranate, you peel it for me."

"it is good."

"I'm so dizzy with a fever that you have to feed me."

"it is good."

"I'm sick and my feet are weak and I can't walk. You have to hold me as my crutch."

"it is good."

He said good things three times in a row, and Ling Zhaozhao couldn't believe his frankness.

When did he become so talkative?

His own request was like charging the sky with his eyes closed, but he agreed without hesitation.

"Why are you so nice?"

So good that she liked him even more.

Ling Zhaozhao huddled under the quilt, with a soft voice.

She was clearly bullying him, but he didn't seem to care at all.

"Because I am responsible for you."

Song Mingzhe raised his brows slightly, and his deep and magnetic words were like the most powerful Gu in the world, driving Ling Zhaozhao crazy.

Ling Zhaozhao's heart became confused again.

He'd better be able to be responsible for her for the rest of her life, otherwise, even if she chased her to the ends of the earth, she would still have to get him.