The president's pet daughter

After finishing the armor, Shen Qiyu and Ling Zhaozhao also went shopping in the supermarket. They are like a pair of sisters.

Ling Zhaozhao thought that Shen Qiyu came to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, but unexpectedly, Shen Qiyu bought several bags of things directly.

Most of them are food, and there are a few bottles of wine, but there are very few daily necessities.

Ling Zhaozhao thought that Shen Qiyu didn't seem to have much luggage when he came, and wanted to remind her whether she should prepare some daily necessities.

But Shen Qiyu just smiled lightly after hearing Ling Zhaozhao's words, and didn't buy anything more.

Ling Zhaozhao originally thought that after shopping in the supermarket, he would go straight back to the hotel.

Unexpectedly, Shen Qiyu directly took a taxi and took her to the door of a small apartment.

It was a small apartment that looked old.

Shen Qiyu groped around for a while before finding the key to this apartment.

Ling Zhaozhao followed behind Shen Qiyu, seeing how Shen Qiyu opened the door with ease and casually put things on the ground, he couldn't help being curious.

Could this be Shen Qiyu's residence?

But it seems that Song Mingzhe has never mentioned it.

It made her think that Shen Qiyu would live in a hotel like them.

"This is my house here, that kid Mingzhe probably didn't mention it to you."

"That's right, after all, he doesn't really want to come here."

Shen Qiyu smiled, and quickly pinned the broken hair next to her ears.

Although the area of ​​the apartment is not big, the decoration is quite warm. Even if no one lives there for a long time, it is very clean and tidy.

Shen Qiyu saw the traces of tidying up the house, sat on the sofa, lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was in a daze.

Song Mingzhe didn't pay much attention to this place, and only that person would still remember it.

After all, in this small apartment, the three of them once had the best time.

It was precisely because of this that Song Mingzhe was unwilling to set foot here.

Broken feelings, no matter how much you remember, it seems that you can't go back to the past.

Ling Zhaozhao saw that Shen Qiyu's mood dropped instantly, he was a little confused, but he obediently sat beside Shen Qiyu.

Shen Qiyu felt the sinking force around her, sorted out her emotions, and took out the beer she just bought from her shopping bag.

"Would you like to have a drink with me?"

In Ling Zhaozhao's memory, Shen Qiyu was a woman without worries.

She is always full of vitality, with the freedom and unrestraint that she envies.

This was the first time she saw such a lonely Shen Qiyu.

Ling Zhaozhao knew that she didn't drink very well, even with beer, she was at risk of getting drunk.

What's more, when Shen Qiyu was buying wine, she secretly checked the alcohol content, the alcohol content of this beer is not low.

But seeing Shen Qiyu like this, she couldn't help swallowing the words of refusal.

"Then I will risk my life to accompany the gentleman."

Ling Zhaozhao smiled playfully, and took the wine from Shen Qiyu's hand.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's appearance, Shen Qiyu's lips curled up.

She seemed to understand why her son, who had always had his eyes high above his head, had a soft spot for Ling Zhaozhao.

There is a kind of magical power in Ling Zhaozhao's body, which can make people feel happy.

She is like a little sun, shining brightly on everyone.

"That kid Mingzhe, although he looks cold on the surface, but he has a soft heart. Don't be afraid of him sometimes."

Shen Qiyu took a sip of wine and said in a low voice.

If you want to say that the person she feels the most guilty of these years is Song Mingzhe.

The little boy who would follow her sweetly and call her mother when she was a child was mercilessly thrown away by her for more than ten years.

At that time, she was suffering from mental torture, so severe that she needed hospital treatment, she had no time to take care of Song Mingzhe.

Later, when she got better, she found that she could no longer face Song Mingzhe.

Whenever she saw Song Mingzhe, she would think of those painful days.

That period of suffering was far greater than happiness.

She couldn't stand it, so she decided to be a selfish person.

She could satisfy Song Mingzhe materially, but she couldn't give him complete maternal love.

This may be the reason why Song Mingzhe has always been indifferent to feelings.

Listening to Shen Qiyu's nonsense, Ling Zhaozhao didn't dare to imitate Shen Qiyu's gulp of drinking, so he could only sip it.

"I know, he's fine."

Ling Zhaozhao said in a low voice, there was a touch of sweetness in his tone that he hadn't noticed yet.

"He takes good care of people and respects me. He remembers my likes and dislikes and surprises me from time to time. He is really nice."

Ling Zhaozhao seemed a little shy and nervous when she said these words, the more shy and nervous she was, the more wine she unconsciously drank.

Listening to Ling Zhaozhao's young girl Huaichun's words, Shen Qiyu couldn't help but glance at Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao at this time is very similar to himself who fell in love back then.

The same vitality, the same sweet and greasy.

"What you said made me wonder if it was my son."

Shen Qiyu said jokingly.

She didn't realize that Song Mingzhe had so many advantages in him.

Maybe it was because he drank some wine, Ling Zhaozhao unconsciously became more courageous, he directly pulled Shen Qiyu's sleeve, and said in an anti-customer manner.

"Auntie, don't believe me, let me tell you, he..."

……

When Song Mingzhe came to the apartment to pick up Ling Zhaozhao, Ling Zhaozhao had already blushed drunk and passed out on the sofa.

Song Mingzhe looked at the wine bottle on the table and glanced at Shen Qiyu.

Shen Qiyu knew that Song Mingzhe was a little angry.

"I didn't know that Zhaozhao's drinking capacity was so bad, she just pulled me to talk a lot."

Shen Qiyu coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't even finish a bottle of beer, and was so drunk that he passed out.

She also wanted to shake Ling Zhaozhao awake, and continue to listen to the halfway love story with Song Mingzhe.

If he hadn't heard this with his own ears, Shen Qiyu still couldn't believe it. Under his usually cold appearance, his son actually hides such a fiery heart.

Song Mingzhe looked at Shen Qiyu's teasing gaze, and didn't know what Ling Zhaozhao had said to her, so he hugged Ling Zhaozhao horizontally and carried Ling Zhaozhao down the stairs.

Ling Zhaozhao seemed to feel that he was being hugged in someone's arms, and he smelled the familiar smell again from the tip of his nose, so he couldn't help rubbing against Song Mingzhe's arms.

"Song Mingzhe."

Ling Zhaozhao curled up in Song Mingzhe's arms, and suddenly made a sound.

Song Mingzhe could not help but pause when he heard Ling Zhaozhao calling his name.

He thought she was a little uncomfortable being bumped.

"You are really good."

Ling Zhaozhao rubbed his chest again, muttering.

In her heart, Song Mingzhe is the best man in the world.

Song Mingzhe couldn't laugh or cry when he heard her unconscious drunken words.

Is she drunk or not?

How does he feel, after Ling Zhaozhao is drunk, his mouth seems to be sweeter than before.