The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao sat next to Song Mingzhe, and when he heard Shen Zhihe's question, he couldn't help but get angry.

They had forgotten that the Shen family was under a lot of pressure to urge marriage.

It seems that it is not enough to just deal with Yunmei and Ling Shiyi, and work harder on Shen Zhihe and Zhou Qing.

"Bless yourself."

Ling Yan whispered in Ling Zhaozhao's ear.

He was leisurely this time.

After all, he is exhausted now, and it is not easy for him to intervene in the Shen family, no matter how he looks at it, he can't help much.

Song Mingzhe was cutting steak for Ling Zhaozhao, when he heard Shen Zhihe's words, he didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Uncle, don't worry about this matter."

Hearing Song Mingzhe's suddenly cold tone, Shen Zhihe touched his nose involuntarily.

In fact, sometimes, he felt that his nephew really looked like Song Jianguo.

Especially when it comes to hating other people making decisions for them.

"No, what are you doing in such a hurry, Zhao Zhao and Mingzhe's relationship is getting better, and it's not too late."

Zhou Qing knew Song Mingzhe's temperament very well, so he couldn't help poking Shen Zhihe, telling him not to be too happy.

For the younger generation, just let them think about it themselves.

You and Zuo gathered together for dinner today, and the relationship has taken a step forward.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect that the Shen family's side would be so easy to deal with. He glanced at Song Mingzhe and blinked in disbelief.

Song Mingzhe seemed to have sensed Ling Zhaozhao's gaze, and placed the steak neatly in front of her, his lips curled up slightly.

"Hurry up and eat, I will take you out for a walk later."

He knew that Ling Zhaozhao would feel a little bored in this situation, and he was too embarrassed to take the initiative to ask for air.

But he can be Ling Zhaozhao's mouth.

Ling Zhaozhao was worried just now that if he ate this meal for too long, he might bring up the topic of marriage again later.

Song Mingzhe's words undoubtedly gave her a reassurance.

Ling Zhaozhao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he happily ate the heart steak that Song Mingzhe had cut for her.

Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao eating obediently, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Ling Zhaozhao knew that the Shen family not only had a horse farm, but also a small garden. She wanted to visit it the last time she came, but she didn't find the opportunity.

She took a few mouthfuls of food, and her thoughts drifted to the Shen family's garden.

Song Mingzhe saw through her small thoughts, saw that everyone was enjoying themselves and no one noticed them, so he quietly pulled Ling Zhaozhao out.

"Wouldn't that be a bad idea?"

Ling Zhaozhao tugged at the corner of Song Mingzhe's clothes, a little worried that they would leave a bad impression if they didn't say hello.

She didn't want to freeze her relationship with Shen Zhihe and Zhou Qing.

"It's okay, they won't care."

Song Mingzhe chuckled.

With them, the atmosphere will be more relaxed.

After all, with them here, some things are not easy to talk about.

Hearing Song Mingzhe's words, Ling Zhaozhao felt a little relieved.

The two walked side by side and walked into the small garden without knowing it.

Although it was winter at this time, a lot of colorful flowers bloomed in the small garden of the Shen family, which looked like it had been carefully cared for.

When Ling Zhaozhao saw the swing in the garden, his eyes lit up, and he went straight to the swing and sat down.

Song Mingzhe followed her unhurriedly, watched her sitting on the swing like a child, smiled slightly, and took out a small cake from behind as if by magic.

"You didn't eat much just now, eat it."

Ling Zhaozhao thought that he was dressed so beautifully today, so he had to pay more attention to his appearance, and also to make a good impression in front of Shen Zhihe and Zhou Qing, so he didn't dare to eat more.

She took two small sips of every dish, and didn't dare to taste more.

Unexpectedly, all these were noticed by Song Mingzhe.

So he secretly asked someone to make a small cake alone, so that he could take it out and give Ling Zhaozhao a snack secretly.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't feel very hungry at first, but the moment she saw the little cake, she was still so greedy that her saliva almost flowed out.

Not to mention her favorite vanilla cake.

"You are so sweet."

She didn't notice just now that he brought out the small cake.

Ling Zhaozhao carefully lifted the lid of the cake, then picked up the spoon on the side, scooped a spoonful of cream and put it in his mouth.

I have to say that Song Mingzhe is really considerate.

Not to mention the cake, even other small details are prepared.

It's like a Doraemon who responds to requests.

The evening wind blew gently, making the tassels on Ling Zhaozhao's temples flutter for a while, making a crisp sound.

She lowered her eyes and ate the cake in her hand seriously, her bright red lips were stained with a little cream, she looked very cute.

Song Mingzhe carefully tidied up Ling Zhaozhao's messy tassels, his eyes moved down slightly, and swept across Ling Zhaozhao's delicate face.

Under the moonlight, she looked extraordinarily weak and moving.

Looking down, it is her lips, her neck, and then her proud curve...

Song Mingzhe rolled his throat slightly, lowered his eyes slightly, and suppressed the thoughts in his mind.

Probably because his gaze was too hot, Ling Zhaozhao raised his eyes unconsciously.

Seeing that his eyes seemed to be on the cake in his hand, Ling Zhaozhao came to his senses.

"Would you like to eat some together?"

Is he not full?

That's why I kept staring at my cake.

Song Mingzhe heard that Ling Zhaozhao thought he was hungry, and the smile on his lips enlarged unconsciously.

Although the cake is tempting, but she who eats the cake is even more tempting.

But he was afraid that his ridiculous words would offend her.

"It's okay, you can eat, I'm just thinking about something."

Song Mingzhe rubbed her head and said softly.

Ling Zhaozhao obediently responded, seeing that he really didn't seem to have any thoughts about his cake, so he really thought he was thinking about something.

Her feet swayed unconsciously, and the swing swayed with her movements.

Although they didn't speak, there was a sense of tranquility in the years.

Song Mingzhe looked at his girl seriously, and the smile never came down from the corner of his mouth.

After Ling Zhaozhao finished eating the cake, he followed Song Mingzhe for a stroll in the garden.

Song Mingzhe also told her a lot of interesting stories about Shen Jiaxiu's garden, Ling Zhaozhao listened with great interest.

When she saw the time on the phone screen, she realized that two hours had passed unknowingly since she came out.

"Let's go back."

Ling Zhaozhao pulled Song Mingzhe's hand and said in a low voice.

Otherwise they would have been out for too long.

Song Mingzhe nodded and led her back.

Not far away, there was a car speeding up.

Also drove past them.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the car casually, as if thinking of something, he couldn't help but pause.

The car that just drove past, isn't it the Ling family's car?