The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao did not expect that Song Mingzhe made a phone call directly.

"What's the circumference of your fingers?"

Suddenly, Song Mingzhe said this sentence on the other end of the phone.

"What finger circumference?"

Ling Zhaozhao lay on the bed, puzzled by this sentence.

Well behaved, and asked her what she was doing.

"Shouldn't a proposal have a ring?"

His cold voice came from the other end of the phone, which was not pleasant to hear.

Ling Zhaozhao jumped up from the bed.

No, when did she say she wanted him to propose to her?

"You misunderstood, I didn't mean that, and... In our relationship, it's not appropriate to propose marriage."

Ling Zhaozhao cleared his throat, and grasped the corner of the quilt by the side, as if hinting at it.

Their relationship of pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend is indeed not suitable for marriage proposal, but as long as it becomes real, let alone a marriage proposal, they can get married in minutes.

But her words changed in Song Mingzhe's ears.

Is this woman implying that their relationship is only about pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend?

He touched the wet hair on his forehead, looked at the bright lights on the side of the road through the huge French windows, and lowered his voice.

"Well, I thought uncle and aunt forced you to do this."

Hearing these words, Ling Zhaozhao collapsed on the bed like a deflated balloon.

Well, the daring lover is trying his best to keep in mind the mission and responsibility of his fake boyfriend, but he is acting affectionate here.

"It's my second brother who is asking for marriage tomorrow night, so I have to go and arrange it early tomorrow morning. If you don't have time, I can find someone else."

She remembered that Song Mingzhe told her that tomorrow's movie would be covered for the whole day.

Although she thought it was a waste at the time, it seems that it just came in handy now.

Song Mingzhe glanced at his itinerary. Fortunately, there are relatively few things recently, and he is free tomorrow.

"Then I'll pick you up tomorrow."

He said without thinking.

Suddenly, he remembered Mu Yang's book on teasing girls.

"It's cooling down today, are you cold?"

He hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"Fortunately, I listened to you and put on more clothes."

Ling Zhaozhaonuo's soft and well-behaved words came from the other end of the phone, and Song Mingzhe's throat couldn't help rolling.

A smile slowly formed on his lips.

It turned out that she was really listening to his every word.

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

He said in a low voice, and waited until Ling Zhaozhao said good night to him before he was willing to hang up.

Song Mingzhe looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, pursed his lips, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper.

The bright moon in the sky can't speak, but his bright moon just said good night to him personally.

morning.

Ling Zhaozhao got up from the bed sleepily, because she had to do hard work today and was not suitable for wearing those fancy clothes, so she just put on a warm coat and went out today.

As soon as they heard that Ling Zhaozhao was going on a date with Song Mingzhe, Yunmei and Ling Shiyi gave off the air that you better go out quickly.

Ling Zhaozhao could only drink some soy milk, and hurried out.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw a super cool white limited edition Rolls-Royce Phantom. Song Mingzhe was sitting in the driver's seat calmly.

Although she doesn't know the difference between luxury cars, this car smells like money no matter how you look at it.

"Uh, have you raised your salary? Changed your car?"

Ling Zhaozhao got into the car cautiously, and thought about his words.

Well, she knew that no matter if it was a Rolls-Royce or a Maybach, even Song Mingzhe couldn't buy it even if he worked hard as a secretary all his life.

He is just a pure and unpretentious rich second generation.

Song Mingzhe was in a hurry to go out in the morning, so he picked a car that was closest to him in the garage, forgetting for a moment that his current personality was a hard-working secretary.

He touched his nose and subconsciously changed the subject.

"Here is a serving of dry wontons, you probably didn't have time to eat in the morning."

He knew that Ling Zhaozhao always liked to wake up early, so even if breakfast was prepared at home, she might not necessarily eat it honestly.

When he ate at a small restaurant last time, he saw that Ling Zhaozhao seemed to like this, so he contacted the proprietress early in the morning and deliberately reserved a portion for Ling Zhaozhao.

Sure enough, when Ling Zhaozhao saw this wonton, his eyes lit up.

After she ate at the restaurant last time, she couldn't forget it all the time, but she didn't have time to go again.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe brought it specially for her.

"Why are you so nice, little Song Zi."

Holding the steaming bowl of wontons in his hands, Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe with bright eyes, making an expression of about to cry.

Song Mingzhe just smiled without saying a word, watching her acting addicted, and took out a bag from the back seat.

"Remember to put this on later."

Ling Zhaozhao also had a few wontons stuffed in his mouth, and when he opened it, it was a couple's sweater.

She almost choked.

"Why did you suddenly buy this?"

Acting doesn’t have to be so complicated, does the whole family go out to watch a movie together, and even buy a couple costume to show their affection?

Seeing her incomprehensible look, Song Mingzhe couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Didn't your third brother say in the group yesterday that he wanted to wear couple outfits with his girlfriend to watch a movie? I thought your family would wear them."

"I asked your third brother specifically yesterday."

He didn't know how to choose a couple's outfit, so he insisted on asking Ling Yan if he didn't understand.

Ling Zhaozhao heard that Song Mingzhe went to ask Ling Yan, and remembered that Ling Yuan told her about Ling Yan's breakup yesterday.

Her eyelids twitched, she hesitated for a moment, and then she spoke.

"Didn't my brother scold you?"

Just after we broke up, others kept asking about the couple's pretending. This is not a proper way to add salt to the wound.

Her third brother is really pitiful.

"No, he also recommended a lot of styles to me."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao puzzled.

He seemed to remember something, put his hands on the steering wheel, and tapped his fingers on it unconsciously.

"He also asked me to bring you a sentence, saying that your happiness is built on his pain. What does it mean?"

The Ling family loves to talk about charades, and he really can't understand them.

Ling Zhaozhao could even imagine the mental state in which Ling Yan gritted his teeth and said these words.

"It's okay, he just might not be well here."

Ling Zhaozhao pointed to the heart problem, and said earnestly.

"Are you still wearing this?"

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips and looked up at her.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the delicate pink sweater of the female style with extremely firm eyes.

"Wear it, of course you have to wear it."

Since I bought everything, it would be a pity not to wear it.