The president's pet daughter

Shen Xingxi kicked the accelerator, directly shortening the time to the island by nearly half an hour.

Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao stepped onto the island holding hands, and Ling Zhaozhao's usual smile returned to his face.

Although this is not the peak season for tourism, the island is still full of tourists, and there are many small stalls on the street, which is very lively.

Song Mingzhe glanced at the watch in his hand, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

It's still too early.

He moved his eyes to the stall next to him, and his footsteps paused unconsciously.

Seeing that he stopped suddenly, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being curious.

"Zhao Zhao, let's do this."

Ling Zhaozhao followed his gaze and raised his eyebrows.

Isn't this plaster DIY?

He actually likes this?

Moreover, there are many children sitting in this small stall, and it seems that most of them are painted by the whole family.

"Okay."

Ling Zhaozhao didn't think too much about it, he just thought that if Song Mingzhe was interested, then it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.

The owner of the stall is a fashionable middle-aged woman with curly red hair and a warm smile on her face.

Song Mingzhe asked Ling Zhaozhao to choose plaster, and Ling Zhaozhao finally chose two hellokitty plasters.

The two chose a quiet place to sit down, and Song Mingzhe was slowly coloring with a palette.

"Let's talk about it first, you draw one, I draw another, let's create freely, and see who draws better."

Ling Zhaozhao drew an imaginary line between the two to show the difference, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Song Mingzhe was amused by her strange appearance, and said hello.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the clean plaster, and was picking out the paint to be put on, when a child stumbled over.

It was a chubby little boy with curly hair, who seemed to be no more than two years old.

With a grin on his face, the child walked a little unsteadily, walked to Ling Zhaozhao's side with two chubby legs, and tugged at the corner of her clothes.

"Auntie, auntie."

The little boy's tone was too childish, and Ling Zhaozhao's attention could not help being drawn to him.

She saw a child with a flushed face and big clear eyes beside her, and she couldn't help but be struck by the cuteness of this child.

"hug."

The little boy laughed like a flower, giggled, and opened his chubby hands, wanting Ling Zhaozhao to hug him.

He seemed to be very close to Ling Zhaozhao.

Song Mingzhe was also attracted by the little boy's words. When he saw the little boy begging Ling Zhaozhao for a hug, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Heh, he didn't hug Ling Zhaozhao like this, so why is this little boy?

Ling Zhaozhao glanced around, everyone was painting quietly, no one seemed to be in a hurry to find a child.

I don't know where this little boy came from.

Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that it would be unsafe for the little boy to wander around, so he hugged him in his lap.

Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao hugging this little boy of unknown origin affectionately, his eyes could not help but sink.

The little boy was picked up by Ling Zhaozhao, his eyes narrowed and he smiled.

His big eyes rolled around, and suddenly he saw Song Mingzhe sitting beside Ling Zhaozhao.

Probably because Song Mingzhe's face was too stern, the little boy pursed his mouth, as if he was about to cry.

Ling Zhaozhao sensed that something was wrong with the little boy, and couldn't help but glared at Song Mingzhe.

"Can you put away your stinky face, what if he will be scared to cry by you later?"

Song Mingzhe couldn't help snorting when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's defense of the little boy.

"How can he be afraid of people?"

Song Mingzhe's tone was inexplicably sour.

If he was afraid of people, he wouldn't pester Ling Zhaozhao for a hug.

"Auntie, I'm afraid."

The little boy seemed to understand Song Mingzhe's sneer at him, grabbed Ling Zhaozhao's collar, and said pitifully.

Ling Zhaozhao's heart softened at the sight of his pitiful eyes.

She has no defense against good-looking children.

"Let's ignore him, Auntie will teach you how to draw."

Ling Zhaozhao stroked the little boy's head affectionately, with an extremely gentle tone.

Song Mingzhe listened to Ling Zhaozhao's gentle tone that could almost pinch water, and his breath was stuck in his chest.

She had never spoken to herself in such a tone before.

Song Mingzhe glanced coldly at the little boy huddled in Ling Zhaozhao's arms, obviously a bit apprehensive.

The little boy seemed to be aware of Song Mingzhe's displeasure, and instead of being afraid as before, he squinted his eyes.

Very good, there is such a green arrow at such a young age.

Song Mingzhe snorted a few times in his heart, and began to write very unhappy.

Ling Zhaozhao also thought about how to design her plaster. After adjusting the colors, she asked the little boy to hold the pen, and she held the little boy's hand to paint.

The little boy opened his curious eyes and giggled from time to time.

Song Mingzhe watched them get along so harmoniously, his eyes narrowed slightly, and even the strokes of his pen became wild.

Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that the paint would stain the little boy's clothes, so he kept writing carefully, for fear that if he couldn't hold it, the paint would fall on them.

People can't do two things at once, Ling Zhaozhao will naturally neglect Song Mingzhe when he cares about the little boy.

Song Mingzhe, who did not receive attention, could only express his feelings through the pen in his hand.

Ling Zhaozhao finished drawing half of the plaster with the little boy meticulously and patiently, and smiled contentedly.

She used pink paint here, and painted yellow flowers in some places, which looked very lively and lovely.

She finally painted hellokitty's eyes, and then put down the brush, wanting to see how Song Mingzhe painted.

This sight gave her a shock.

Song Mingzhe's plaster was completely black, and a black cloth was placed over his eyes.

Looks like a pirate version of hellokitty.

He is painting something very new.

"What is your design philosophy?"

Ling Zhaozhao gave him a strange look, doubting his mental state.

"I'm thinking."

Song Mingzhe sneered, looking at the little boy in Ling Zhaozhao's arms, with a cool tone.

"It's better to have a daughter in the future."

He looked at the little boy Ling Zhaozhao was holding, as if he foresaw the scene where they would have a son in the future.

Thinking of his son clinging to Ling Zhaozhao like brown candy, Song Mingzhe was in a bad mood.

He didn't want his future son to rob Ling Zhaozhao from him.

Ling Zhaozhao can only belong to him alone.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard his words, a blush could not help but appear on his face.

How the man, drawing plaster, suddenly thinks of something so far away.

Moreover, why did she feel that his tone was sour, as if the old vinegar had been knocked over.