The president's pet daughter

Does this woman know what she's talking about?

What is a regular customer, as if there is some ulterior money relationship between them.

Song Mingzhe looked at the weeping faces of Ling Zhaozhao, and thought of her smiling face as bright as the sun. The words lingered on his lips, and finally turned into a single word.

"Ah."

At this time, the group saw that Song Mingzhe had been silent for a long time, and the news spread even more violently.

【Royal Chamber】

Savor the years carefully (Mother Yunmei): Why doesn't Xiao Song speak? (Confused) Zhaozhao, did you make Xiao Song unhappy?

Life is like tea (my father Ling Shiyi): Zhaozhao is a little busy these days, probably neglected Xiao Song, Xiao Song, don't worry!We have already taught Zhaozhao a lesson, she will not dare in the future.

Yan Qing (third brother Ling Yan):? ? ?There is also this kind of thing, Ling Zhaozhao, you are so amazing, you actually imitate those scumbags.

Days and Dreams (Brother Lingzhi): Zhaozhao, although the eldest brother really wants to be on your side this time, cold violence is not advisable...

Jiuqianqi (Second Brother Lingyuan): Yes, Zhaozhao, you are going too far.

……

At this time, Ling Zhaozhao took advantage of Song Mingzhe's opportunity to join the group, and returned to the room. Seeing the crusade against him in the group, he almost couldn't bring it up.

No, is this still Ling Zhaozhao's family?Those who didn't know thought she had joined Song Mingzhe's family group.

In the past, she was like a jewel at home, but now she is like a grass.

No, it might even be less humble than grass.

Ling Zhaozhao was about to defend himself, when he suddenly saw Song Mingzhe, who had been silent in the group, sent a message.

Mingsi: I'm sorry, I was rushing to file and only saw your news.I originally thought that Zhaozhao was not willing to pull me into the family crowd, but I was happy for a while when I saw it just now.

Lying on the bed, Ling Zhaozhao jumped up from the bed when he saw the news about Song Mingzhe.

Although she is not a man who has read countless men, she can clearly smell the smell of green tea from this sentence...

Then he opened the private chat box with Song Mingzhe in disbelief.

His cold and casual "um" formed a strong and sharp contrast with the tea-like speech in the group.

Ling Zhaozhao: ...

No, this buddy was taken away.

Sure enough, Song Mingzhe's words instantly ignited another round of crusade against Ling Zhaozhao in the group.

【Royal Chamber】

Savor the years carefully (Mother Yunmei): You have worked hard Xiao Song, I will make you delicious food some other day~ Zhaozhao, won’t your conscience ache when you treat Xiao Song like this? ? ? (angry angry)

Life is like tea (Father Ling Shiyi): It is good for young people to be ambitious, but remember to put your body first!Zhao Zhao is ignorant, we will teach her well in the future, Xiao Song, don't be sad. (clasping fists)

Xingyue Jingqi (sister-in-law Xiao Beibei): Zhaozhao, you are... a bit unreasonable.

Days and Dreams (Brother Ling Zhi): Brother-in-law, take care of your health, but what Zhao Zhao did this time is really wrong.

Jiuqianqi (Second Brother Lingyuan): Zhao Zhao, be nice to Xiao Song.

Yan Qing (third brother Ling Yan): Oh, it turns out that the scumbag is by my side! (cover mouth and laugh)

Blingbling (Ling Zhaozhao): I... Oh forget it, it's my fault, okay?

Ling Zhaozhao knew about his family's urinating nature, if he said that there was no such thing, he might be "talked all night long" again tonight.

Who made them think of Song Mingzhe now.

Although he chose the path himself, the more Ling Zhaozhao thought about it, the worse he felt.

She clicked on the dialog box with Song Mingzhe, a little indignant.

"Little Song Zi, it's a pity that Cannes Best Actor does not have you!"

Song Mingzhe in front of the screen saw Ling Zhaozhao's words and replied slowly.

"Award."

Then he leaned on the back of the chair, pressed the sore bridge of his nose, and turned the chair in one direction.

Behind him is a huge floor-to-ceiling window.

On weekdays, he dislikes this window the least, because it is too big and too cold.

But now, when he looked at the shining lights through this window, he suddenly thought of the words that the group in the royal chamber cared about him.

In the few years he worked, no matter how late he worked overtime, no one cared about him.

Even Song Jianguo would only think that this is what an heir should do.

Song Mingzhe quietly looked at the lights of Wanjia below. For a moment, he suddenly felt that this window tonight is not so cold.