The president's pet daughter

Eldest brother Lingzhi finally booked a private room at Langyue Hotel.

Song Mingzhe's taste is relatively light, so he found a five-star hotel that specializes in Cantonese cuisine.

Whether it is service or dishes, this store is considered to be the top level in the local area.

After Song Mingzhe finished the board meeting, he went straight to the hotel. The Ling family had already arrived one step ahead of him and took their seats in the private room.

At this time, the atmosphere in the private room was just right, and the dishes had just been served. After Song Mingzhe greeted the Ling family one by one, he took out the gifts he had prepared for his eldest brother Ling Zhi and his sister-in-law Xiao Beibei.

"This is a jade pendant that has been consecrated by an eminent monk. I hope it can bless the child to be born and grow up safely."

Song Mingzhe said in a low voice, and handed an exquisite box in front of Ling Zhi and his wife.

When Ling Zhi and his wife saw this gift, they couldn't help being surprised and delighted.

After all, this gift was given at this time, which was thoughtful and considerate.

Hearing his eldest brother Ling Zhi and his sister-in-law Xiao Beibei thanking him, Song Mingzhe sat down beside Ling Zhaozhao with a smile.

Ling Zhaozhao still had a white velvet bow on his head today, and was wearing a blue lace thick knit dress, which really looked like a runaway princess.

"It's hard work being here so late."

As soon as Song Mingzhe took his seat, he heard Ling Zhaozhao's gentle words that could pinch water.

He raised his eyebrows and subconsciously looked at the watch on his hand.

He really wasn't late.

He thought he was late, and Ling Zhaozhao was trying to blame him.

Song Mingzhe noticed that there were many eyes staring at them around him, a smile appeared on his lips, and he habitually wanted to serve Ling Zhaozhao.

Unexpectedly, Ling Zhaozhao was faster than him, not only piled meat and vegetables in his bowl like hills, but also gave him a big chicken leg at the end.

Even poured him a glass of juice.

"If it's not tasty, I can tear it apart for you."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe with a smile, his tenderness was outrageous.

For a moment, Song Mingzhe felt that Ling Zhaozhao had been taken away.

Song Mingzhe thought carefully about what he hadn't done to make Ling Zhaozhao angry recently, and this meal was also invited by his elder brother Ling Zhi and his sister-in-law Xiao Beibei, so it wouldn't be a grand banquet.

It can't help but feel flattered.

Ling Zhaozhao saw that Song Mingzhe did not move for a long time, and thought that he didn't like the dishes he made.

But she remembered that Song Mingzhe's eating movements were as elegant as possible before, and she must have no way to start with this chicken leg, so maybe he didn't move his chopsticks.

She could only put the chicken legs into her bowl again, and slowly tore them into pieces and put them into Song Mingzhe's bowl.

Vaguely, she seemed to feel the approving gazes from her surroundings.

Needless to say, it was naturally the group of "mother's family" who secretly stared at Ling Zhaozhao to see if her "son-in-law at home" was doing well.

Ling Zhaozhao got everyone's praise, and couldn't help but work harder. She tore the chicken leg up, and she even wanted to tear something else.

Song Mingzhe hesitated to speak, and finally waited until there were not so many people paying attention to them, and lightly tugged Ling Zhaozhao's sleeve.

At this time Ling Zhaozhao was still peeling shrimp for him.

"Zhao Zhao, there's no poison here, right?"

He asked softly, as if a little uncertain.

What made Ling Zhaozhao's temperament change so much that she gave up the delicious food in front of her and only cared about serving him?

Normally at this time, Ling Zhaozhao would have stuffed himself like a little hamster.

It is also possible that there is no poison in it, but that it is simply not tasty.

The surrounding voices were a bit noisy, and everyone was talking about what happened recently, so that no one was staring at them anymore.

When Song Mingzhe said it the first time, Ling Zhaozhao didn't even hear it clearly, until he repeated it the second time.

The corner of Ling Zhaozhao's mouth twitched unavoidably.

She thinks that Song Mingzhe is not bad at ordinary times, so why did she show kindness to him today, and he actually wondered if she wanted to poison him.

"No, just obediently eat what I got for you."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but beard and stare, but he remembered that since he decided to be a good girlfriend, he naturally couldn't be so fierce.

All of a sudden, her tone softened again.

"It's because I feel that I didn't care enough about you before, so you can just think that I am making up for you now."

Ling Zhaozhao sighed, wiped his hands with a tissue beside him, and looked at Song Mingzhe with serious eyes.

"Seriously, otherwise you'd better tell me what you like and what you don't like, otherwise I don't know what to do to treat you well."

Song Mingzhe's kindness to her is naturally impeccable, and everything can get her point.

But she is far less intelligent than Song Mingzhe, and Song Mingzhe is also difficult to see through.

She wanted to be nice to Song Mingzhe, but it was not an easy task.

She was a little scared, what if her goodness was not used in the right place.

"I remember as you say, lest I can't remember."

Ling Zhaozhao is still very self-aware of her memory, and she even took out the small note and pen that she had prepared long ago.

Ling Yan looked towards Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao from time to time, and was stunned when he saw Ling Zhaozhao take out the paper and pen.

Then he might feel that this is some kind of flirting trick between couples, so he curled his lips and looked away.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help laughing when he saw Ling Zhaozhao's seriousness.

There is also an inexplicable emotion surging in my heart.

He glanced at the pink sticky note and pursed his lips.

"Let me write, otherwise it will be too slow."

Ling Zhaozhao thought for a while, and felt that what Song Mingzhe said made sense, so he handed him the paper and pen.

Song Mingzhe pondered for a while, took a pen and seriously wrote on the paper.

Ling Zhaozhao originally wanted to see what he wrote, but his eyes were unconsciously fascinated by his serious profile.

His eyebrows, his lips, everything was perfect like a stroke of magic.

Song Mingzhe put down the pen not long after writing, feeling Ling Zhaozhao's gaze, he could not help but glance at her lightly.

"looking at what?"

Of course, Ling Zhaozhao didn't have the nerve to say that he was peeking at him, so he could only cough lightly, trying to change the subject.

"What did you write?"

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Song Mingzhe didn't ask any more.

He glanced at the sticky note in his hand and smiled inexplicably.

"Write what you like, and don't write what you don't like."

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, thinking that it would be fine to just write what he likes. After all, liking and disliking are antonyms, and what you don't like can be deduced from what you like.

What's more, for a picky person like Song Mingzhe, if he were to write everything out, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to finish it after the meal.

Thinking of this, she cast her eyes on the note paper.