The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe felt that Ling Zhaozhao was a bit strange these two days.

Although she still acted like a baby in front of him as usual, but for some reason, he vaguely felt that Ling Zhaozhao looked at him strangely sometimes.

And it will inexplicably create some unexpected "surprises" in his diet.

For example, he actually fished out a bullwhip from his bowl of tonic soup early in the morning.

"Ling Zhaozhao, can you explain what this is?"

Song Mingzhe cast his sharp eyes on Ling Zhaozhao.

"Bullwhip, what else could it be?"

Ling Zhaozhao opened his big innocent eyes, and began to lie without blushing.

"This is what Gu Lao specifically asked me to add, saying that you are relatively weak, so you need to make up more."

She thought about why Song Mingzhe was not interested in her all night, and talked to Lin Xi for several hours in the middle of the night, and finally came to a relatively reliable conclusion.

That is because Song Mingzhe is relatively weak, so he is powerless.

In this case, she had to prescribe the right medicine.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words.

When did Gu Yangzhi's medical skills become so poor?

And, where is he wrong?

No matter how you look at it, this bowl of soup seems to nourish kidney deficiency.

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, and firmly pushed the bowl of soup away.

"I do not need."

What's more, now that Ling Zhaozhao lives with him, he has endured enough on weekdays, if he drinks this bowl of soup again, it will be inhuman abuse to him.

Ling Zhaozhao knew that men were good at saving face, so it was not surprising that Song Mingzhe had such a reaction.

She pursed her lips slightly, picked up the bowl, and deliberately blew it to cool it down.

"Baby, just drink, you see I've already fed you."

She called "Baby" softly, and Song Mingzhe's original dignified expression softened a lot.

It was the first time she called him that.

In Song Mingzhe's eyes, the word "baby" was crooked and disgusting, but when it came from Ling Zhaozhao's mouth, he felt that the word "baby" was not so difficult to accept.

On the contrary, there is still an indescribable feeling surging.

"My hands are sore."

Ling Zhaozhao started to use her coquettish way again.

She frowned slightly, as if she was aggrieved.

Song Mingzhe has always been powerless against her move, let alone this set of tricks.

He subconsciously swallowed the spoon Ling Zhaozhao handed over, and obediently finished the soup.

It wasn't until he drank more than half of it that he realized that he had been tricked by a beauty.

"Ling Zhaozhao, you have improved a lot."

Song Mingzhe wiped his lips with a tissue and sneered.

Now they dare to use tricks on him.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Ling Zhaozhao took the bowl away with satisfaction, his brows and eyes were curved, but he was still pretending to be stupid.

"Are you saying that my soup making skills are getting better and better? I will continue to work hard."

Song Mingzhe looked at her proud look, and couldn't help but smile on his lips.

Forget it, if you stumble in her hands, just stumble, anyway, you are happy with it.

His gaze moved down slightly from Ling Zhaozhao's face, and he saw her fair and slender neck, and then he seemed to be able to glimpse a faint glimpse of the covered spring.

Ling Zhaozhao is afraid of the cold, so most of the clothes he wears are warm and slim. Even under heavy clothes, his good figure can hardly hide his curves.

I don't know if it was because of the bowl of soup, but he felt a little parched inexplicably, and his throat couldn't help rolling.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm thirsty."

Song Mingzhe's voice was low and his eyes were slightly lowered, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't think too much, poured him a glass of water obediently, and put it in front of him.

Song Mingzhe didn't move.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't understand at first, but it took a while to realize.

He wants to feed himself.

Ling Zhaozhao slandered for a while, feeling that Song Mingzhe was putting on airs as a young master, but with the mentality of not caring too much with the patient, he picked up the cup and handed it to Song Mingzhe's mouth.

"Drink, Master Song."

She propped the cup on the table with one hand, propped her chin with the other hand, looked sideways at him, her eyes moved slightly, and her tone was teasing.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, shining obliquely on her flawless face, and her surroundings seemed to be glowing.

Song Mingzhe looked at the cup that was close in front of him, his lips curled up slightly, and his eyes were dim.

"It's too far, Zhao Zhao."

Ling Zhaozhao thought he was still saying that he was handing the glass too far, and glanced at the water glass that was almost on his mouth, and was still complaining about Song Mingzhe's troublesome things in his heart, but he didn't expect that there was suddenly a lot of water on his waist. raised a hand.

Song Mingzhe wrapped his arms around her waist with a generous and strong hand, and with just a little force, Ling Zhaozhao sat firmly on his lap.

It was only then that Ling Zhaozhao realized that what he was talking about was not talking about the cup, but about himself.

But this posture is too ambiguous, right?

The temperature on Ling Zhaozhao's face instantly rose several degrees.

She didn't even dare to move, she could only maintain the posture just now.

Song Mingzhe seemed to feel her tension, he let out a muffled laugh, and bit the cup with his lower lips.

He slowly drank the water in the glass Ling Zhaozhao was holding, and the corners of his eyes were stained with emotions that Ling Zhaozhao could not understand.

Ling Zhaozhao felt his hand tighten on his waist, and couldn't help but let out a low voice.

She always felt that such a scene was too indescribable.

Song Mingzhe sat in the seat, like the absurd and beautiful King Zhou, while she was the bewitching Su Daji.

An ambiguous atmosphere surged around them, and it seemed that only a slight move was needed to allow them to explore the unknown.

But this undercurrent of ambiguity was interrupted by a hurried doorbell in the next second.

"someone is coming."

With a blushing face, Ling Zhaozhao broke free from Song Mingzhe's hand on his waist, and he didn't forget to put the water glass in Song Mingzhe's hand when he left.

Song Mingzhe held the water glass in his hand and looked at the door with extremely unfriendly eyes.

"Brother Mingzhe, cousin, we're here to see you!"

As soon as the door was opened, there was Shen Xingxi's cheerful voice. His nose seemed to be a little red from the cold wind, and he was still carrying large and small bags. Zhou Qing and Shen Zhihe, who were smiling, followed behind.

When he saw them, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being a little surprised.

Song Mingzhe had said before that his uncle's family might not come back from abroad until after the New Year's Eve, but he didn't expect to come back early.

"Uncle, hello, aunt, Xingxi, you seem to be handsome again."

Ling Zhaozhao greeted Shen Zhihe and Zhou Qing obediently, and did not forget to praise Shen Xingxi.

Shen Xingxi was praised by Ling Zhaozhao, touched his head in embarrassment, glanced inside the door, and accidentally met Song Mingzhe's eyes.

Shen Xingxi immediately shrank her neck in fright.

His cousin's eyes were much harsher than the cold wind outside.