The president's pet daughter

His straightforward question made Ling Zhaozhao flustered for a while.

She bit her lip, not knowing how to answer.

She was able to look directly at the bitterness hidden in her heart, but she suddenly lost the courage to put it on the table.

"Muyang, you talk too much."

Song Mingzhe said in a low voice, preventing Mu Yang from making bolder remarks.

When Mu Yang heard Song Mingzhe say this, he couldn't help touching his nose.

Yep, some people got it.

He even said they were friends, he didn't believe that ordinary friends get along like this.

Just when the scene was a little awkward, the waiters filed in with the dishes.

Looking at the delicious food in front of him, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt hungry, and couldn't help moving his index finger.

Song Mingzhe moved his chopsticks first, habitually gave Ling Zhaozhao the most delicious one first, and even picked the biggest crab.

These seemed to have become his muscle memory, and he didn't realize what he had done until he put the food into Ling Zhaozhao's bowl.

Mu Yang, who was on the side, saw the secret interaction between the two of them, holding chopsticks, suddenly felt that the food in front of him was boring.

He really felt that he was full from eating dog food.

Ling Zhaozhao also noticed Song Mingzhe's small movements, covered up the light in his eyes, and ate with his head down.

When he was halfway through the meal, Ling Zhaozhao's cell phone rang.

She took a look, it was Yunmei's phone.

"Excuse me, I'm going out to answer the phone."

She picked up the tissue and pursed her lips lightly, glanced at Song Mingzhe and Mu Yang apologetically, then walked out of the box, closing the door behind her.

"I said, you care about her so much, when will you catch her?"

The soundproofing of the private room was very good, and Mu Yang was not afraid that Ling Zhaozhao would hear him, so he simply asked questions boldly.

Anyway, if Lang has lovers and concubines, he doesn't mind building a magpie bridge for them.

Song Mingzhe glanced at him coldly, without much expression on his face.

"Who cares about her, we are just friends."

At least that woman thought so too.

Mu Yang pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and casually looked at his friend in front of him.

"Come on, the two of us grew up together, I still don't know what's on your mind?"

He looked at the stubborn Song Mingzhe, and pressed forward step by step.

"If you were a friend, would you remember her preferences so clearly?"

"Not only maintained her and took care of her everywhere, but even brought her to this small restaurant."

"This is a small restaurant, but even Ah Yue doesn't know about it."

When Mu Yang mentioned Gao Yue's name, he couldn't help but pause.

"All in all, you are thinking about it now, but you may not even be aware of it."

He knows Song Mingzhe too well, and he has always been slow in matters of emotion since he was a child.

Perhaps Song Mingzhe had already fallen in love with Ling Zhaozhao unintentionally, but he didn't know it.

Song Mingzhe squeezed the teacup in his hand silently, looked at the exquisite patterns on it, and didn't answer Mu Yang's words.

He is not stupid, and he is even very aware of his little thoughts during this time.

After all, during the days when I was with Ling Zhaozhao, those heartbeats really existed.

But he was not sure whether Ling Zhaozhao simply liked him, or chose him after weighing the pros and cons.

That's why he hesitated a little.

"However, if Miss Zhaozhao is not from a wealthy family, your old man's test may be very difficult. If you want to be with her, you have to discuss it with her in advance."

Seeing that Song Mingzhe was silent, Mu Yang already had a vague answer in his heart.

Thinking of Song Mingzhe's difficult father again, he couldn't help sighing.

"She doesn't know my real identity."

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, and then looked at Mu Yang.

"I also hope that you will keep it a secret in front of her for the time being."

His purpose of concealing his identity was to let Ling Zhaozhao truly be himself in front of him, and she would not shy away from him with her own identity.

Mu Yang didn't seem to expect that Song Mingzhe didn't tell Ling Zhaozhao his real identity, so he couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

"I don't think Miss Zhaozhao's character is able to tolerate lies. You'd better find a chance to confess."

"Besides, you are not taking the male protagonist of some painful literature, and there is no need to make your feelings so twists and turns."

Mu Yang couldn't help complaining.

Honesty is the most important thing in a relationship. Although he could guess Song Mingzhe's concerns about hiding his identity, he had to remind him for the long-term future.

If he couldn't even tell his identity clearly, how could Ling Zhaozhao be able to choose him firmly.

"hold on."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips.

He naturally knew that when a lie was uttered, it would be filled with countless lies.

But he doesn't want to reveal his true identity yet, because the time is not yet ripe.

Mu Yang knew Song Mingzhe's temperament well, although he didn't know what Song Mingzhe was waiting for, he could only raise his eyebrows, respecting his friend's wishes, and didn't continue to persuade him.

At that moment, an inspiration flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help grabbing Song Mingzhe's hand.

"It's okay, as long as you grasp the heart of sister Zhaozhao, all problems can be easily solved!"

"How to grasp it?"

Song Mingzhe broke free from Mu Yang's overly enthusiastic hand, glanced at Mu Yang, and asked in a deep voice.

He really doesn't understand women's thoughts very well, and oftentimes he can't figure out Ling Zhaozhao's specific thoughts.

But it is undeniable that his good friend Mu Yang is extremely talented in emotional aspects.

So he is also willing to listen to it.

He wouldn't mind practicing it, if he could.

Mu Yang slightly hooked his lips, took out his mobile phone, and mysteriously showed Song Mingzhe a file.

He clicked on the file and said triumphantly.

"See, this is my flirting skills over the years, and I have spent a lot of effort writing it into a book."

"Since we are friends and you are sincere to Miss Zhao Zhao, I will charge you a friendship price of 50, and I will sell this book to you."

Mu Yang patted his chest and said confidently.

It seemed that Ling Zhaozhao could become Song Mingzhe's girlfriend in no time as long as he read his book.

He felt that 50 yuan was nothing to Song Mingzhe anyway, and as an experienced love mentor, his bid for this cheat book was really low.

On the outside, he even offered a price of 100 million.

But no one bought it.

And Song Mingzhe is expected to become his first customer.

Song Mingzhe glanced at the densely packed word document that even carefully listed the outline, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

It costs 50?

Then their friendship is really expensive.