The president's pet daughter

Just when Ling Zhaozhao was about to speak, the proprietress of the stall hurried over.

"Oh, why did you come here?"

The proprietress pinned her red hair behind her ears, picked up the little boy from Ling Zhaozhao's arms, and looked at Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe apologetically.

"Sorry, I didn't watch him just now and let him run around, didn't I cause you any trouble?"

"Don't worry, he's very good and cute."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the little boy, and did not hesitate to praise him.

The proprietress heard that Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe didn't mean to blame, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"He usually likes to pester beautiful sisters for hugs, and I don't know who he followed with his lustful temperament."

Speaking of her own son, the proprietress sighed resentfully, and even slapped the little boy on the buttocks.

It is also thanks to her son's cute face that everyone can get the favor of his beautiful sister every time.

The little boy pursed his mouth and buried his head in his mother's arms, looking extremely aggrieved.

"I think you all seem to have finished the painting. Would you like me to take a picture of you as a souvenir? Most of the guests who come to our place are taken by me."

The proprietress saw the two plaster casts on the table and said enthusiastically.

Song Mingzhe felt refreshed seeing the little boy being sanctioned by his mother.

He put his hand on Ling Zhaozhao's shoulder, and his tone was undeniable.

"Let's shoot."

The proprietress looked at the combination of handsome men and beautiful women, her eyebrows were curved, and she carried the little boy to get her Polaroid camera.

When she came back with the camera and saw the plaster painted by Song Mingzhe on the table, the smile on her face involuntarily widened.

"Your boyfriend's paintings are quite unique."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the dark cast and smiled awkwardly at the proprietress.

High EQ: Chic.

Low EQ: Ugly.

Ling Zhaozhao adjusted his sitting posture, smoothed out his long hair, and leaned on Song Mingzhe's shoulder obediently.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sweet smile.

Song Mingzhe watched the lady proprietress lift up the Polaroid, her expression couldn't help but become a little serious, and the hand on Ling Zhaozhao's shoulder unconsciously increased its strength.

"This handsome guy's expression is a little too serious. We're not taking ID photos. It's better to relax."

Seeing Song Mingzhe's expression through the camera, the proprietress couldn't help but speak.

People who didn't know thought Song Mingzhe was kidnapped to take pictures.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but look sideways at him when he heard what the proprietress said.

Finding that his expression was indeed too serious, he held his hand a little funny.

"I'll teach you how to smile, just bend the corners of your mouth to this arc."

While talking, Ling Zhaozhao pressed the corner of his mouth, showing Song Mingzhe a demonstration.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao, and his lips curled up in a certain way, but his eyes were full of doubts.

He didn't need to look in the mirror, and felt that his expression was a little weird.

It can't be blamed on him, he has a cold face by nature, and he doesn't like to laugh.

This is also the reason why he was unwilling to be exposed to the camera after taking over Ball, and he has always been mysterious and low-key in the outside world.

"so?"

Seeing Song Mingzhe's smirk, Ling Zhaozhao didn't know what to say for a while.

Now, he seems like the most hardworking idiot student in the class, but his grades have been failing.

"This angle is quite good, otherwise this gentleman will look at you."

Seeing Song Mingzhe staring at Ling Zhaozhao, the proprietress thought of another shooting angle.

Since Song Mingzhe looks unnaturally at the camera, it is better to avoid the camera.

Hearing what the proprietress said, Ling Zhaozhao also felt that this proposal was quite good, so he quickly straightened his body and looked at the camera with a smile.

Song Mingzhe watched her instantly become obedient, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

In front of them were neatly placed the plaster they had just made, which strangely formed an exquisite picture.

The star lights on the side were wrapped around the pillars supporting the stalls, and the little lights from them shone on their cheeks, outlining their perfect outlines.

Ling Zhaozhao was a little uncomfortable being looked at by Song Mingzhe's scorching eyes, with a blush on his face.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao intently, his eyes were as gentle as water.

From head to toe, the two people had the word "good match" written on them, and even the air floating around them became extraordinarily sweet.

With the sound of the Polaroid shutter, this peaceful scene was completely recorded.

The proprietress took the freshly baked photo paper and handed it to Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe.

"You two are such a perfect match. I have met many couples, but you are the most perfect couple I have ever seen."

The proprietress said with a smile, praising Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe.

If it wasn't for Song Mingzhe's unnaturalness when facing the camera, she would have opened her mouth to let Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao take a few more pictures.

When the time comes, she will hang it on the stall, which will be considered a pleasing advertisement.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at them in the photo, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

This should be the first official photo of them together.

Song Mingzhe, who was sitting next to Ling Zhaozhao, felt Ling Zhaozhao's joy, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Although he didn't know why a photo made Ling Zhaozhao so happy, he felt that he might try to smile more at the camera next time.

Maybe it could make Ling Zhaozhao happier.

As long as it is something that makes Ling Zhaozhao happy, he will do it.

"I want to frame this photo, hang it in my room, and look at it every day and every night."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't put it down because he couldn't put it down. Even after leaving the stall, he couldn't help but look at it all the way.

Song Mingzhe was carrying the bag containing the plaster, listening to Ling Zhaozhao's words, a smile appeared on his lips.

When they walked to the small seaside villa where they stayed, Ling Zhaozhao carefully put away the photo.

"Aren't they there? Why is it so dark?"

Looking at the pitch-black villa in front of him, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

She also saw Yunmei and Ling Shiyi post a photo of departure in the group today.

It stands to reason that they should have arrived long ago.

Song Mingzhe looked at his watch, there were 5 minutes left.

The time is just right.

He pursed his lips and stuffed the bag into Ling Zhaozhao's hand.

"Zhao Zhao, close your eyes."

He leaned over and whispered in Ling Zhaozhao's ear, and stretched out his hand to cover her eyelids.

The world before Ling Zhaozhao's eyes suddenly became pitch black.

"Don't be afraid, follow me."

His deep and mellow voice was like the only bright light in her darkness, shining with a strange light, leading her to move forward.