The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao hadn't had time to figure out how to stop all of this, but Yunmei didn't give her a chance to react, and hung up the phone directly after she finished speaking.

Yes, she understood.

My mother was not discussing with her, but informing her.

"Well, my mother is coming to bring you soup, what should I do?"

Ling Zhaozhao's brows were almost twisted into a mess.

At this time, she didn't care whether Song Mingzhe was happy or unhappy, so she could only bite the bullet and ask for help.

If Yunmei found out that Song Mingzhe was her fake boyfriend at this juncture, it would be easy for her to be kicked out.

"You pick up your aunt at the entrance of the company and take the exclusive elevator up, and I will wait for you there then."

Sitting next to him, Song Mingzhe naturally heard the content of the phone call verbatim.

He took out his elevator card and handed it to Ling Zhaozhao, who was a bit confused.

Anyway, he can also press the elevator code to go up, this card is of little use to him.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the Ball Building which was close at hand, and she couldn't think of any better way at the moment, so she could only do what Song Mingzhe said.

The car stopped at the gate of the Ball Building, Ling Zhaozhao got out of the car, and stood at the gate waiting for Yunmei who was about to arrive.

Song Mingzhe sat in the car, looked at Ling Zhaozhao's waiting back, and called his assistant Gao Yu.

"This morning's board meeting was postponed for an hour."

……

When Yunmei was carrying an exquisite food box and sitting in the spacious and bright exclusive elevator covered with luxurious carpets, she couldn't help giving Ling Zhaozhao a new round of advice.

"Look at Xiao Song, he has a decent job, he is handsome, and he is considerate to you. You have to take good care of it."

Although Ling Zhaozhao didn't mention Song Mingzhe's position in the company, she could tell that Song Mingzhe's status in the company was not low.

She really is the mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, and the more she looks at her, the more she is satisfied.

Ling Zhaozhao's ears were almost callused from hearing these words all the way, so he couldn't help rubbing his poor ears.

"Yeah, take it easy."

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's perfunctory look, Yunmei gave her a slightly disgusted look.

But when the elevator door opened and she saw Song Mingzhe, who was wearing a black suit and tall and tall, Yunmei immediately laughed like a flower.

"Xiao Song, I'm so sorry that you are still waiting here for your aunt. Will your aunt come here so rashly, will it disturb your work?"

Ling Zhaozhao rolled his eyes silently in his heart.

Doesn't my mother think it's too late to say this?

Ling Zhaozhao thought of Song Mingzhe's stinky face in the morning again, and couldn't help but gloat over Yunmei's misfortune.

It is estimated that my mother will also be like me, Meimei will touch a soft nail.

What she didn't expect was that the corners of Song Mingzhe's mouth curved into an arc, and he was as warm as the rising sun, leading them into the reception room.

"Auntie, it's my honor for you to come and bring me soup, so how can you disturb my work?"

Ling Zhaozhao: ...

She has reasonable reasons to suspect that Song Mingzhe secretly learned Sichuan Opera to change faces.

With that stinky face, just show it to her alone, right?

This sentence made Yunmei's heart bursting with joy, she lifted up the food box happily, her eyebrows beaming with joy.

"Xiao Song, you have to drink this soup well. Auntie has added bullwhip, deer antler, pigtail, and Niu Dali, etc. to keep you in good spirits."

Looking at the food box, Ling Zhaozhao vaguely felt that it was a poison that would make the blood flow too high and lead to sudden death.

At the same time, his face turned red.

What on earth is your mother thinking? ? ?

Can't wait to hold a grandson in the next second? ? ?

"Auntie has studied Chinese medicine by herself for a period of time before, and she has a lot of experience. Your uncle also studied it with great concentration. Auntie made it when he thought it was feasible. You can taste it quickly."

Yunmei opened the food box and served Song Mingzhe a bowl of soup.

Ling Zhaozhao was about to faint, she didn't expect this bowl of Shiquan Dabu soup was written by her father.

No, what is an old scholar of biology doing to study the harmony of yin and yang?

She looked at the pitch-black bowl of great tonic soup exuding a unique smell, and immediately cast a sympathetic look at Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao, hesitant to speak, his deep eyes flashed with emotions that Ling Zhaozhao couldn't understand.

"Zhao Zhao, do you need to charge for this bowl of soup..."

When Ling Zhaozhao heard these words, his right eye jumped several times.

She felt that maybe she might be in bad luck.