The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao almost trotted all the way back to the room.

She took off her high-heeled shoes, and buried her face in the soft pillow.

She was really crazy to think that Song Mingzhe would propose to her.

Fortunately, there was no joke.

Before she could finish her silent wailing, the closed door suddenly rang.

Ling Zhaozhao got up from the pillow like a frightened bird, and cautiously looked towards the door.

Before she could ask who it was, a tall figure appeared in front of her eyes.

"It is you."

Seeing that it was Song Mingzhe, Ling Zhaozhao relaxed.

"You don't barbecue with everyone, what are you doing when you come back?"

Ling Zhaozhao tidied up his messy clothes just now, trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

"Because you don't seem very happy."

Song Mingzhe walked up to Ling Zhaozhao and sat beside her.

His eyes seemed to see through her, Ling Zhaozhao subconsciously wanted to avoid his eyes.

"No, I'm just a little tired, so I want to go back to my room and have a rest."

Listening to Ling Zhaozhao's excuse, Song Mingzhe patted her head with a smile and said nothing.

"Zhao Zhao, you can't lie to me."

He whispered, as if guessing everything.

"Did you think it was me who proposed marriage today?"

Originally, he didn't quite understand Ling Zhaozhao's abnormal mood. Later, he took the opportunity to set up Ling Yan's words, and combined with Ling Zhaozhao's reaction this morning, he realized the root of the problem.

Ling Zhaozhao had a huge misunderstanding.

She thought it was him asking for marriage, so she was so embarrassed when she found out that it was actually Ling Yan who proposed to Cai Min.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to guess all this easily, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

She bit her lip, and she was determined to admit it all.

"Yes, I thought it was you who proposed to me."

"Isn't it embarrassing?"

She said incredulously.

If she hadn't been so self-indulgent, she wouldn't be as embarrassed as she is now.

"No, after all, I did keep this matter from you."

Song Mingzhe sighed, soothing Ling Zhaozhao's emotions gently.

"But I also know that you don't seem to resist marrying me."

Song Mingzhe chuckled, and looked at Ling Zhaozhao with burning eyes.

If she was very resistant to marrying herself, she wouldn't be so disappointed.

Ling Zhaozhao heard the teasing in Song Mingzhe's words, and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed in his heart.

"No...you don't want to be sentimental."

She tugged at the hem of her skirt, her voice was a little low, and she was extraordinarily cute.

Song Mingzhe didn't expect that just after she used the term self-indulgent to describe herself, the word fell on him in a blink of an eye.

He put his arms around Ling Zhaozhao's waist and kissed her forehead.

"Then maybe I'm being self-indulgent all the time."

His sudden attack of love words made Ling Zhaozhao, who was trapped in his arms, unavoidably twist his body.

This man is getting more and more glib.

He was not as close to Ling Zhaozhao before, and Song Mingzhe didn't feel anything wrong. After holding Ling Zhaozhao in his arms, a strange fragrance suddenly lingered at the tip of his nose.

There is a hint of charm in the sweetness, this fragrance seems to be provoking his heart intentionally or unintentionally.

His eyes moved to Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao turned on the heater in the room, probably because he thought the fur was too hot, so he simply took it off, revealing the wine red dress inside.

The dress was designed with a V-neck, which fully exposed her graceful neckline, and her tight waist outlined her perfect figure.

She was originally born white, but this touch of red on her body made Song Mingzhe think differently.

"good smell."

Song Mingzhe said something quietly suddenly, looking at Ling Zhaozhao with innocent eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't realize the meaning of this sentence at first, but when he did, Song Mingzhe had already pushed her against the head of the bed.

When she was surrounded by that small area, the first thought in her mind was——

This perfume is worthy of being a men's fragrance, and it really has something.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help giving Gao Yue a thumbs up in his heart.

She stretched out her arms to wrap around Song Mingzhe's neck, with the corners of her eyes slightly raised, she had a charming look.

"What kind of fragrance?"

She is like a seductive charmer, trying to lure him to sink together.

The corners of Song Mingzhe's mouth curled up slightly, and just as he was about to speak, the phone in his pocket rang.

The charming atmosphere was instantly shattered because of this ignorant phone call.

Ling Zhaozhao let go of Song Mingzhe's hand, and pursed his lips.

Song Mingzhe looked at the name on the phone screen and pressed the answer button.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone. She tried to see something from Song Mingzhe's expression, but found that everything was futile.

Song Mingzhe responded blankly, saying that he already knew.

After he finished answering the call, he picked up the fur that Ling Zhaozhao had left aside, and gently put it on for her.

"Put on your shoes and I'll take you somewhere."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being curious when he heard Song Mingzhe's words.

Why do you want to take her somewhere after answering a phone call?

"Where to?"

Ling Zhaozhao asked while putting on his shoes.

"You'll know when it arrives."

Song Mingzhe didn't answer her question directly, but just patted her head.

Ling Zhaozhao followed Song Mingzhe out of the house out of curiosity.

Song Mingzhe took her hand, and after turning a few turns, he came to the pier on the island.

At this time, there was no one on the pier. The only thing that was special was that a double-decker cruise ship was docked on the shore.

"What did you bring me here for?"

Ling Zhaozhao looked around, but didn't notice anything special.

"Look at the cruise ship."

Song Mingzhe looked at her with unclear eyes.

Looking at the double-decker luxury cruise ship, Ling Zhaozhao was a little puzzled.

Could it be that he wants to take himself on a cruise ship in the middle of the night?

It's romantic, but it shouldn't be so mysterious, right?

"It's pretty nice, shall we sit up later?"

Ling Zhaozhao nodded half-understood.

If you want to sit, hurry up and sit, otherwise it will be windy when you go back, and it will be cold when you walk on the road.

"Would you like to guess what it's called?"

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao didn't react, Song Mingzhe reminded her again.

Hearing these words, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but slander in his heart.

Who knows what the name of this cruise ship is, and what is its name, does it have anything to do with them?

"It's called Zhaozhao."

Song Mingzhe suddenly whispered.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard this name, his mind froze for a moment.

What number?

Why does it sound so similar to her name?

Wait, it can't be the two words in her name, right? !