The president's pet daughter

Seeing that Rong Yuan looks so strong, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but want him to help Song Mingzhe.

When Rong Yuan heard that Ling Zhaozhao asked him to help Song Mingzhe, the corners of Rong Yuan's eyes twitched involuntarily.

In terms of skill, he is really inferior to Song Mingzhe.

If he was allowed to intervene, Song Mingzhe might blame him for being a disservice.

"Miss Ling, don't be impatient for a while, you can see the situation before we talk."

Rong Yuan coughed lightly, reminding Ling Zhaozhao kindly.

Instead of worrying about Song Mingzhe, it is better to worry about whether Wang Xinji will be killed.

Ling Zhaozhao was also dazzled by worry, and after calming down, he saw the situation on the field clearly.

Wang Xinji was completely beaten on the ground by Song Mingzhe, so there was no room for resistance.

Wang Xinji, who was lying on the ground, groaned in pain.

He didn't expect that Song Mingzhe kicked him a few times when he came up without giving him a chance to talk.

"you……"

Before Wang Xinji could finish his sentence, Song Mingzhe kicked him again.

"Sober? Huh?"

Song Mingzhe looked down at him condescendingly, and his eyes moved down to Wang Xinji's nonsense mouth just now.

Wang Xinji felt Song Mingzhe's unfriendly gaze, and quickly covered his mouth.

"Stop hitting... I was wrong..."

He covered his mouth and sobbed.

If the fight continues, he really needs to go to the hospital.

Whether you are obsessed or not, life-saving is the most important thing.

Song Mingzhe didn't want to make things too ugly at first, so he put some strength on his feet, and stopped when he saw Wang Xinji begging for mercy.

If you don't teach this kind of person a lesson, you really think that with a little so-called paranoia, you can bite people like a mad dog.

Sitting in the car, Ling Zhaozhao could only see Song Mingzhe's back and Wang Xinji lying on the ground twisted in pain.

Seeing Song Mingzhe stop, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't hold back, opened the car door and ran down.

"Mingzhe!"

She called Song Mingzhe's name and trotted over.

Seeing her running in a hurry, Song Mingzhe was afraid that she would fall, so he caught her with slightly frowning eyebrows.

The first thing Ling Zhaozhao did was to see if Song Mingzhe was injured.

Although she only saw Song Mingzhe crushing Wang Xinji unilaterally in the car, she was still afraid that Wang Xinji would do some dirty tricks where she couldn't see.

"Who do you want to hit so well..."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help muttering.

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, he thought she felt that he shouldn't make a move, so he couldn't help frowning even deeper.

Is she saying that she is too impulsive?

Wang Xinji also heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, and thought that Ling Zhaozhao was complaining about Song Mingzhe hitting someone when he disagreed with him, so he couldn't help coughing a few times, looking quite pitiful.

Attracted by Wang Xinji's cough, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but look sideways.

"What catches your eyes."

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao looking over, Song Mingzhe stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, forcing her to turn her gaze around.

But to be a prodigal dog, what is there to see?

Ling Zhaozhao opened his mouth helplessly after being pinched by him.

"I'm here to see if his injury is serious, and by the way, see if it hurts you?"

She held Song Mingzhe's hand and rubbed it, as if trying to relieve his pain.

The reason why she didn't want Song Mingzhe to do it was that doing it was prohibited by law after all.

Second, even beating others will hurt your hands, after all, the effect of force is mutual.

And Song Mingzhe didn't want to make his hands and feet hurt for such a person.

She wouldn't care about Wang Xinji's injuries, after all, Wang Xinji was to blame for everything, and he couldn't blame others at all.

What's more, she heard Wang Xinji's omen.

Although it was similar to her name, it was obviously not her.

This made Ling Zhaozhao even more disgusted.

Wang Xinji's so-called deep affection was pretended from beginning to end, and he dared to use the vulgar stand-in on himself.

Even if Song Mingzhe beat him half to death, Ling Zhaozhao would not frown for him.

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao's words of concern for him, Song Mingzhe's brows relaxed.

"It doesn't hurt."

He pursed his lips and answered Ling Zhaozhao in a good mood.

Wang Xinji, who was lying on the ground, heard the conversation between the two, and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He was almost paralyzed from the beating, but Ling Zhaozhao only cared about whether Song Mingzhe's hands hurt.

No one cared about his life or death.

It has to be said that these two are really a perfect match to some extent.

"Then what does he do?"

Seeing that Song Mingzhe seemed to be fine, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked the dying Wang Xinji.

You can't just leave him here to fend for yourself, can you?

Rong Yuan in the car reckoned that it was time for him to make an appearance, so he opened the car door and walked in front of Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao.

"Song... Secretary, leave this to me."

Rong Yuan looked into Song Mingzhe's eyes and almost subconsciously called out Mr. Song.

Song Mingzhe nodded, knowing that Rong Yuan was always proficient in these matters, so he led Ling Zhaozhao into the car.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that he was always indifferent to Rong Yuan, a little impolite, so he couldn't help but speak.

"I think Secretary Rong is still very kind to you. Don't be so indifferent to him sometimes. He regards you as a good brother."

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, the hand that fastened her seat belt couldn't help but pause.

"Then I'll pay attention next time."

He will pay attention to not letting Rong Yuan dangle in front of Ling Zhaozhao next time.

Seeing that he answered, Ling Zhaozhao frowned.

"Listen to my wife's words to get promoted and get rich, and I understand everything."

When Song Mingzhe heard her saying these proverbs again, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, and he looked at her with gentle eyes.

"understood."

He had always been obedient to her.

Ling Zhaozhao was a little embarrassed by his fiery gaze, so he changed the subject.

"Where are we going next?"

Song Mingzhe put his slender fingers on the steering wheel and unconsciously nodded.

"Didn't I say I'll solve the problem for you?"

"We're going to fix the problem later."

He glanced lightly at Ling Zhaozhao.

The matter between Ling Zhi and Xiao Beibei should be settled.

Otherwise, his Zhao Zhao didn't know how long he would have to rush around for this.

Ling Zhaozhao blinked, and suddenly realized what Song Mingzhe was talking about.

After Song Mingzhe said those words, Ling Zhaozhao felt that he was handsome for no reason.

"What good idea do you have?"

Ling Zhaozhao tugged at the corner of his clothes, looking very eager for knowledge.

Song Mingzhe raised his hand and looked at his watch. The time was almost up, and he reckoned that they were almost at the door of Ling's house.

He originally came here to pick up Ling Zhaozhao who got off work and went back on the way.

"You'll know then."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, and instead of answering Ling Zhaozhao's question directly, he stepped on the gas pedal to the end.

When Ling Zhaozhao came home and saw Mu Yang standing downstairs, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.