The president's pet daughter

When Ling Zhaozhao, Song Mingzhe and Zhou Qing returned to Shen's house, Shen Xingxi was being scolded by Shen Zhihe.

After hearing Zhou Qing finish what happened this afternoon, Shen Zhihe couldn't help kicking Shen Xingxi lightly.

Shen Zhihe blushed with scolding, and looked at his unworthy son angrily.

"If Zhaozhao hadn't been with your mother today, I don't know what would have happened!"

Shen Zhihe desperately wanted to resist the urge to kick Shen Xingxi again, and hurriedly surrounded his wife and began to ask for her warmth.

He couldn't help but praise Ling Zhaozhao.

"Zhao Zhao, you did a good job today, uncle will treat you to dinner another day."

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao killing all directions on the mahjong table, Shen Zhihe only felt extremely happy.

Since the three wives never intended to save face for their Shen family, there was no need for him, Shen Zhihe, to save them any affection.

The business can be lost, but his wife can't suffer the slightest grievance.

Shen Xingxi grinned from being beaten up by Shen Zhihe, and he didn't forget to give Ling Zhaozhao a mouth shape.

Ling Zhaozhao pondered for a long time before he realized what Shen Xingxi was implying to her.

It was the love letter written by Song Mingzhe.

Shen Xingxi said that the love letter was placed on the bottom floor of Song Mingzhe's bedside table.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded understandingly, expressing that he already understood.

It happened that Song Mingzhe wanted to go back to the room to get some things, Ling Zhaozhao followed him into the room, and made another excuse, saying that he wanted to stay quietly for a while.

Song Mingzhe thought that Ling Zhaozhao was tired from playing mahjong, so he was not suspicious, and just told her to take a good rest.

Seeing Song Mingzhe walk out of the room, Ling Zhaozhao hastily opened the bottom layer of the bedside table.

She touched the innermost part, and sure enough, she found an envelope.

Ling Zhaozhao took out the envelope, but there was a lot of dust on the envelope, and it looked like it hadn't been taken out for a long time.

Ling Zhaozhao really didn't expect that Song Mingzhe actually had such an undelivered love letter.

For a moment, the stalk of double literature suddenly came to her mind.

Could it be that Song Mingzhe couldn't love Bai Yueguang, and he happened to be similar to his Bai Yueguang, so he liked him, right?

Ling Zhaozhao's mind was in a mess, thinking of many possibilities.

I can't help but feel a little sour and astringent.

She hesitated for a moment, but decided to read the contents of the letter.

What if it's not a love letter?

Holding such a fluke, Ling Zhaozhao opened the letter.

But the first line of words she entered made her grit her teeth.

It says dear Xiaoxiao.

Xiaoxiao, Zhaozhao, is this guy looking for someone with an abb-like name?

Ling Zhaozhao snorted coldly, resisting the urge to curse, and continued to read.

The texture of this letter is very good, it looks like it was written on expensive letter paper, and there is a faint fragrance on the letter, which is very elegant.

Such an extravagant style is indeed something that Song Mingzhe can do.

Seeing the sour words that followed, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help frowning.

It wasn't that she said, according to Song Mingzhe's personality, he probably couldn't write such nasty words, and the lines between the lines seemed familiar no matter how you looked at them.

Ling Zhaozhao seemed to have thought of something, took out his mobile phone and searched for the words above.

Sure enough, the first search result that popped up was the content of this sour love letter.

Ling Zhaozhao gritted his teeth, he didn't expect this guy to search Baidu even when writing love letters.

Picking up girls is too careless, right?

Before she could continue reading, the door of the room opened.

Song Mingzhe walked in with Ling Zhaozhao's favorite snacks.

After all, they had just come back, and the Shen family hadn't served dinner yet, so Song Mingzhe was afraid that Ling Zhaozhao would be hungry, so he went to the kitchen to get some Ling Zhaozhao's favorite food.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he came in, he saw Ling Zhaozhao holding a letter with a distorted expression on his face.

Song Mingzhe's eyes fell on the letter in Ling Zhaozhao's hand, and he instantly understood what was going on.

If Ling Zhaozhao hadn't dug out this letter, he would have really forgotten that he had written this thing in the first place.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to come up so fast, and couldn't help being taken aback. He wanted to hide the letter, but it was too late.

She bit the bullet and stuffed the letter back into the envelope, then threw it back to the original place.

Song Mingzhe watched her little movements, didn't say anything, just handed the snack in front of her.

"Let's pad your belly first."

Seeing Song Mingzhe's calm expression, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

But I read the love letter he wrote to another woman?

Does he think he won't be angry?Even let her eat snacks as if nothing happened?

Or do you think she can be coaxed as long as she has something to eat?

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't take it anymore, she wanted to prove to Song Mingzhe that she also had a temper.

"If you never betray, dependent life and death I will."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe from the beginning to the end with cool eyes, and his tone was a little mocking.

Although she didn't read the love letter, she still remembered some words clearly.

After all, it is indeed very memorable.

"Song Mingzhe, I didn't expect you to be so non-mainstream in writing love letters."

His level of writing love letters is far behind him.

But yes, after all, it is still copied from the Internet.

"I copy the ones on the Internet when picking up girls, so it's no wonder I can't catch them."

Ling Zhaozhao stuffed a small cake into his mouth and said bitterly.

Song Mingzhe smelled it, and felt that the room was full of sour vinegar smell.

She is like a kitten with fried hair now, which makes people feel pitiful and loving.

"Zhao Zhao, I only dated you."

Song Mingzhe glanced at her helplessly, and what he said almost choked Ling Zhaozhao who was eating.

She did find out that recently Song Mingzhe said these words without blushing and without heartbeat, and it was as easy as it could be.

"Who would believe that the font on it is not yours? You still put it at the bottom of the box, do you want to dig it out from time to time to miss your first love?"

Ling Zhaozhao snorted and said sourly.

Only Song Mingzhe could write the flowing and elegant handwriting on the letter.

Thinking of Song Mingzhe sitting at the front of the desk and writing this love letter upright, Ling Zhaozhao became very angry.

Song Mingzhe saw that the angry woman couldn't explain clearly, so he took out his mobile phone and made a quick call.

Not long after, Mu Yang's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mingzhe, what can I do for you? Do you want to treat me to dinner?"

"Mu Yang, I give you one minute to explain the matter of writing the love letter back then."

Song Mingzhe pressed the bridge of his nose, his tone a little worried.

He shouldn't have agreed to such things as Mu Yang in the first place, and now he has to coax his girlfriend.