The president's pet daughter

"Who is your wife?"

Ling Zhaozhao murmured something in a low voice, but secretly jumped for joy because of this title.

"And writing like this, it doesn't look like a love letter, but a letter from home."

Ling Zhaozhao coughed lightly.

How can anyone start a love letter with my wife?

But she didn't know that her current emotions were all written on her face, so Song Mingzhe could clearly guess all her little thoughts.

Song Mingzhe knew that she did not reject this title, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

"No matter which one, it can only be written for you."

Be it a love letter or a family letter, no matter what he wrote, his letter could only be written for her.

Ling Zhaozhao was caught off guard by these words and was a little distracted.

Song Mingzhe said only, which means that she is Song Mingzhe's only letter recipient.

Ling Zhaozhao was stunned by this sentence, and she even suspected that Song Mingzhe had secretly enrolled in a love talk class.

In the recent period, Song Mingzhe's ability to talk about love has been on the rise.

If this goes on like this, wouldn't he be coaxed into falling into a honey pot?

"Grumpy."

Ling Zhaozhao met his deep eyes and snorted.

Song Mingzhe seemed to love her delicate appearance very much, and couldn't help touching the top of her head.

But he remembered one more thing.

"How did you find this letter?"

Song Mingzhe asked curiously.

If Ling Zhaozhao hadn't dug it out, he might not even know where the letter was hidden.

He always thought that this letter had long since disappeared from this world.

"Who told you that?"

Song Mingzhe thought about it, his eyes were sharp.

It is absolutely impossible for Ling Zhaozhao to find this letter by such a coincidence.

The only possibility is that someone told Ling Zhaozhao the whereabouts of the letter.

Ling Zhaozhao was a loyal person, so naturally he would not confess Shen Xingxi easily.

She blinked and said pretending to be innocent.

"No one told me that I wanted to organize things for you, and I found it by accident."

Song Mingzhe looked at the messy cabinet that Ling Zhaozhao rummaged through, and it was hard not to wonder what kind of arrangement Ling Zhaozhao was organizing.

But even if she made such a clumsy excuse, Song Mingzhe was willing to be deceived by her.

Seeing Song Mingzhe's pensive look, Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that he would suspect Shen Xingxi, so he couldn't help but take the initiative to wrap his arms around Song Mingzhe's neck to attract his attention.

"You haven't said what you're going to write next."

But don't try to fool her with just one beginning.

Ling Zhaozhao had already made up his mind, Song Mingzhe could give her a verbal letter, and write her a handwritten one later.

She even had a clear idea of ​​how to preserve it properly.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao, and smiled slightly, with a bewitching voice.

"What to write next depends on you."

"Kiss, let me say something."

He put his palm on the back of Ling Zhaozhao's head, so that she would not be so uncomfortable being confined, and his eyes were full of amusement.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly understood why Mu Yang called Song Mingzhe a profiteer.

Sure enough, he is a businessman, and he will never do anything that is not profitable.

Ling Zhaozhao's face was flushed with disappointment, and because of his breath spraying on his face, he couldn't help but tremble a little.

"What if we don't kiss?"

She looked at him with shy eyes, which made Song Mingzhe's throat roll uncontrollably.

He really couldn't stand her eyes.

"Zhao Zhao, this is not a multiple-choice question."

Song Mingzhe chuckled, and extinguished all the flames of Ling Zhaozhao's last struggle.

There is only one answer to this question.

Because he was sure that Ling Zhaozhao would not give up this opportunity.

Ling Zhaozhao scolded a scoundrel in his heart in a low voice, but he really wanted to hear what he would say next.

Ling Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment, but decided to kiss him anyway.

Zuo Zuo himself kissed an invincible handsome guy, and he didn't lose anything, so just kiss him.

And it didn't say whether it was a kiss on the face or lips, she kissed the face and it was considered a kiss.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's compromising appearance, and knew what she was planning, so he couldn't help but chuckled.

But before Ling Zhaozhao's lips touched Song Mingzhe's cheek, he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Cousin, have you found that letter? I remember it was there."

Shen Xingxi's carefree voice came into the ears of the two of them along with the sound of the door opening.

Seeing Song Mingzhe in the room, Shen Xingxi instantly petrified.

He saw Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe entered the room together, and then Song Mingzhe walked out of the room.

He didn't pay any more attention afterwards, thinking that Ling Zhaozhao had successfully succeeded, but he didn't see any movement for a long time.

So he had no choice but to use the name of asking Ling Zhaozhao to eat, and sneaked upstairs, wanting to give Ling Zhaozhao another hand.

After all, there was no movement for so long, mostly because I couldn't find it.

But he dared to guarantee that the letter was definitely kept in that place.

But he didn't expect to see Song Mingzhe as soon as he opened the door.

Forget it, my cousin and sister-in-law are still crowded in front of the bed, their postures are still extremely ambiguous, I don't know what shameful thing they are about to do.

Shen Xingxi suddenly felt that it might be the best choice for him to find a crack in the ground and disappear from the world.

After all, no one is as unlucky as he is.

As soon as Ling Zhaozhao heard the sound of the door opening, he quickly let go of Song Mingzhe's neck.

When she heard Shen Xingxi's words again, she couldn't help but touch her forehead.

This is good, she managed to hide the matter, but Shen Xingxi blew himself up as soon as he came up.

How can I hide it now?

Shen Xingxi stood at the door in embarrassment, not knowing whether it would be better if he wanted to leave or stand here like a wooden man.

Song Mingzhe reacted quickly.

He pulled Ling Zhaozhao up from the bed, and tidied up her somewhat messy clothes by the way.

"Let's go eat first."

He reckoned that dinner should be ready soon downstairs.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, and when he walked out of the room, he still gave Shen Xingxi a sympathetic look.

Shen Xingxi's expression was uglier than crying.

"Cousin, I..."

Shen Xingxi hesitated for a moment, but still took the initiative to stop Song Mingzhe.

He felt that if he took the initiative to admit his mistake, he might still have a chance.

"In the future, I will let someone take care of your racing car. Uncle is right, you should focus on your studies."

When Song Mingzhe passed by Shen Xingxi, he stopped for a moment.

When Shen Xingxi heard the news, his face turned pale.

His racing car is his life. If Song Mingzhe does this, isn't it blatantly killing him?

Shen Xingxi's heart was cold and cold.

Woohoo, he really regrets it, why did he open this door, why did he say those words so cheaply.

It hurts, it really hurts.