The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's daring expression, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Before he could say anything, the doorbell rang.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard the bell, he ran to open the door faster than a rabbit as if he had been pardoned.

Song Mingzhe looked at her back, smiled helplessly, got up and paced into the living room.

As soon as he walked into the living room, he heard Mu Yang's loud complaining voice.

"Song Mingzhe, you should really go to burn incense and pray to Buddha, thank you for having such a good friend like me, who runs up and down for you all day long, and even works part-time as a delivery man for you."

Mu Yang was carrying big and small bags, and impatiently put the things in his hands on the dining table.

In the past few days, he has almost become the second in command of the Boer Group, and his father has been chasing after him and scolding him.

The only advantage is that there is a little more chance to find Gao Yue.

Unexpectedly, after Song Mingzhe woke up, the first thing he did was to ask him to go to the Rongcheng restaurant to pack meals.

When he saw the heavy dishes that Song Mingzhe ordered, he immediately understood who they were going to eat.

Song Mingzhe's friends are really good, and his love is also a show of strength.

Ling Zhaozhao followed behind Mu Yang, and she was already starving just by smelling it, not to mention all the dishes she liked.

"Thank you so much for that."

Song Mingzhe glanced at Mu Yang and thanked him.

Mu Yang didn't expect that he was so easy to coax, Song Mingzhe thanked him lightly, and the dissatisfaction in his heart disappeared instantly.

But he was only quick-talking for a while, and he didn't think much about it.

Ling Zhaozhao originally planned to sit down to eat, but she remembered something, and brought out a bowl of light meat porridge from the kitchen.

It happened to be boiled together when she decocted the medicine.

"Mr. Gu said that you have to eat something light these few days, bear with it for now, and I'll give you something delicious when you recover from illness."

Ling Zhaozhao spoke softly as if coaxing a child.

Song Mingzhe didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Hearing what Ling Zhaozhao said, he just obediently took the bowl and put it in front of him.

When Mu Yang saw the extremely light bowl of meat porridge in front of Song Mingzhe, he couldn't help but click his tongue, as if gloating about his misfortune.

He stuffed a large piece of meat into his mouth, and let out a sound of admiration while eating.

"This braised pork is really good. It's a pity that some people are not lucky enough to enjoy it."

He remembered that Song Mingzhe never tabooed food even when he was sick in the past, not to mention that Ling Zhaozhao can eat whatever Ling Zhaozhao asks him to eat like today.

"I said that you don't usually listen to anyone's words? You don't even dare to resist what sister Zhaozhao said. I think you have the potential to be a strict wife."

Mu Yang laughed at Song Mingzhe without hesitation, the yellow hair on his head was still trembling with his whisper, looking very arrogant.

Song Mingzhe took a sip of the meat porridge in the bowl, and cast a cold glance at Mu Yang.

"Only by listening to your wife can you get promoted and get rich."

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe brought out his own joke last time, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but blush.

At the same time, she also felt that she had to come out and make a statement.

"Yes, tomorrow I will cook something delicious for you."

Ling Zhaozhao frowned, expressing his affirmation to Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao with tenderness in his eyes, and also took a slightly provocative look at Mu Yang.

It seems to be saying that listening to his wife will not only get you promoted and rich, but you can also eat loving meals cooked by your wife.

When Mu Yang received Song Mingzhe's message and heard the two of them singing together, he couldn't help feeling a little angry.

Suddenly, I felt that I couldn't eat anymore.

After all, he suddenly found himself the biggest light bulb in the house.

"By the way, your dad asked about you, and I said you're fine, but you've been too tired recently and need to rest for a while."

Mu Yang took a few mouthfuls of rice, and suddenly remembered this matter.

He naturally knew how deep the conflict between Song Mingzhe and Song Jianguo was.

But in the past few days, he helped Song Mingzhe handle Boer's affairs, and after meeting Song Jianguo, he suddenly realized that the original high-spirited and calm Chairman Boer had aged a lot.

Not to mention the concern and worry that flashed across Song Jianguo's face when he heard that Song Mingzhe had fallen ill.

Mu Yang thought that even though Song Mingzhe and Song Jianguo were incompatible with each other, but they were biological father and son after all, he could only use this incident to remind Song Mingzhe that Song Jianguo was not as cold-blooded and heartless as he imagined.

Of course, he hoped that Song Mingzhe and Song Jianguo, father and son, could live in harmony like ordinary people.

Hearing what Mu Yang said, Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly and retracted the expression in his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.

Ling Zhaozhao noticed that Song Mingzhe was unusual.

He seemed to seldom mention his father in front of her, and she thought it was just because Song Mingzhe's relationship with his father became weaker and not so close.

Looking at it now, it's more than a little faded, it's like an old and dead enemy.

Mu Yang observed Song Mingzhe's emotions for a while, and knew that Song Mingzhe had his own thoughts, so he didn't want to mention this matter again, and just ate his own meal quietly.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet and strange.

Song Mingzhe was the first to put down the bowl and chopsticks. He didn't say anything, but just went back to the room, as if he was going to take a bath.

Ling Zhaozhao and Mu Yang followed behind and hurriedly finished eating.

While helping Ling Zhaozhao tidy up the table, Mu Yang seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but speak.

"Zhaozhao, apart from telling you that Mr. Gu told you not to eat, did he tell you anything else?"

He thought that there might be something that Gu Yangzhi was not ashamed to say to Ling Zhaozhao, but he mentioned it to him instead.

"It doesn't seem to be anything special."

Ling Zhaozhao thought about it carefully, after Gu Yangzhi opened the pharmacy that day, he didn't mention anything special.

"Oh, he did mention it to me. I forgot to mention it when Mingzhe was around, but telling you is the same as telling him. Anyway, you both have to pay attention to this matter."

The smile on Mu Yang's face was a bit narrow, and his passionate eyes narrowed slightly, enough to make people blush and heartbeat.

Seeing the smile on Mu Yang's face, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

But it was about Song Mingzhe, so she bit the bullet and asked.

"What is it exactly?"

"It's nothing, I just want you to be more restrained. After all, young people are more popular."

Mu Yang coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly remembered the slightly bitter kiss just now, and his face turned red.

They are just kissing now, and they haven't reached that point yet, so it shouldn't be said that there is no restraint or intemperance, right?