The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe was lying on the bed with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his hazy eyes instantly became sober.

He stretched out his hand and dragged Ling Zhaozhao onto the bed.

Ling Zhaozhao was caught off guard by this sudden tug, and fell straight into his arms, really embarrassed.

Her hair was completely scattered on his body like this, causing a slight itchy on his neck.

"Your brothers are too fierce. If you don't pretend to be drunk, you might really get drunk tonight."

Song Mingzhe rubbed Ling Zhaozhao's hair and said with a light smile.

It was probably because he held too much alcohol the previous few times, so the three brothers of the Ling family tried their best to fill him with alcohol.

Ling Shiyi was fine, after all he loves wine like his life, wishing he could drink a bottle of wine by himself, so naturally he was a little reluctant to pour Song Mingzhe wine.

It is true that he never gets drunk after a thousand cups, but he can't resist one cup after another.

The main reason is that he is afraid that the smell of alcohol on his body will be too strong, and Ling Zhaozhao will be smoked by then.

Ling Zhaozhao's hair was messed up by him, she raised her head from Song Mingzhe's arms, her eyes were twinkling.

"Also say that I am a little liar, you are simply a big liar."

In terms of lying, she is definitely not half as good as Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe messed up Ling Zhaozhao's hair, and now he is helping her to smooth it out. Hearing her words, the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.

The two of them lay down and played around for a while, when there was a knock on the door.

Because Song Mingzhe was still "drunk", Ling Zhaozhao could only get up and open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ling Yan standing at the door holding a bowl of hangover soup.

"Mom is afraid that my brother-in-law will have a headache when he wakes up tomorrow morning after drinking so much, so I just boiled a bowl of thick hangover soup. You can feed him while it's hot."

Ling Yan handed the hangover soup to Ling Zhaozhao, feeling a little guilty.

If the three of them hadn't held back all of a sudden and tried their best to pour wine into Song Mingzhe, he wouldn't have passed out after a few mouthfuls of food.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's messy hair again, Ling Yan could not help but click his tongue.

It seemed that Song Mingzhe was really drunk this time, otherwise how could he have messed up Ling Zhaozhao's hair in such a mess.

His poor sister was still trying to be brave just now, and she just carried a drunk man up.

His younger sister didn't understand how to take care of her, and she had to take care of Song Mingzhe who was unconscious.

For a moment Ling Yan didn't know who was more pitiful.

Ling Zhaozhao saw that Ling Yan's eyes suddenly became sympathetic to her. After thanking her, he took the bowl of hangover soup in confusion.

After closing the door, Ling Zhaozhao put the hangover soup on the bedside table.

"Let's drink it while it's hot, lest you get a headache tomorrow morning."

She has been drunk before, so she naturally knows that after a hangover, she will have a splitting headache.

Although Song Mingzhe wasn't drunk, even if he thought about this little wine, he wouldn't have a splitting headache, but drinking some hangover soup would not do any harm.

Song Mingzhe was half lying on the bed, smiling playfully.

"Shouldn't you feed me?"

He heard clearly just now, what Ling Yan said was hello.

Ling Zhaozhao did not expect Song Mingzhe to climb up the pole like this, and glanced at him angrily.

"Would you like to drink it or not? If you don't drink it, I'll pour it out later."

Song Mingzhe watched Ling Zhaozhao pretending to be fierce, let out a muffled laugh, and took a sip of the bowl of hangover soup.

After taking a sip, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"bitter."

Seeing him talking about suffering, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't believe it.

It's not that she has never tasted the hangover soup made by Yunmei, it doesn't seem so bitter.

"Is it that bitter?"

Ling Zhaozhao glanced suspiciously at the bowl of sobering soup.

Could it be that my mother updated the recipe of sober soup?

Song Mingzhe took Ling Zhaozhao's hand and held her in his arms.

"You'll know if you try it?"

His painful expression did not seem to be fake, Ling Zhaozhao was really a little bit taken by him.

She grabbed Song Mingzhe's hand, ready to take a sip.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe took the bowl further away.

"It's not like this, Zhao Zhao."

Song Mingzhe said in a low voice, and put the bowl in a safe place.

Before Ling Zhaozhao could react, he was replaced by Song Mingzhe.

She was pushed against the head of the bed by Song Mingzhe, and one of his hands was placed on her waist, making her involuntarily draw closer to him.

The other hand supported the back of Ling Zhaozhao's head, forcing her to intertwine with him.

This is the trick again.

Ling Zhaozhao was dazed by the kiss, thinking in his heart angrily.

Why did he repeat the trick again, the same as the last time he took the medicine.

It's really bad.

Song Mingzhe pressed his knee between her legs, aggressively plundering her city called reason.

Ling Zhaozhao was able to maintain a brief sobriety at the beginning, and then he was smitten by the kiss.

She floats in desire, like a floating tree, which can only be controlled by Song Mingzhe.

The smell of medicinal soup and wine mixed in Song Mingzhe's mouth made her tremble slightly.

Although the smell of alcohol on Song Mingzhe's body was very light, it still made Ling Zhaozhao frowned.

As if sensing Ling Zhaozhao's resistance to the smell of alcohol on his body, Song Mingzhe bit Ling Zhaozhao's lip viciously, then took her hand and undressed himself.

Not only did he take off his clothes, but he also touched his chest all the way down.

Ling Zhaozhao was so ashamed that he didn't even dare to open his eyes, he just felt that the hot skin on his body was a bit scary.

"Look at me, Zhao Zhao."

Song Mingzhe unbuttoned her clothes clumsily, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him.

But in my heart, I was thinking about buying her some easy-to-untie clothes next time.

Otherwise it would be too much trouble.

Hearing his words, Ling Zhaozhao looked at him unconsciously, his back trembling slightly.

She could feel his fingertips moving across her body, and the skin he swept seemed to be clamoring for something.

Last time, she couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, so she felt half-dream and half-awake.

But this time, she really felt the aggressive oppression of the man in front of her.

Song Mingzhe liked Ling Zhaozhao's obedience at this time, and he kissed her eyes as a reward.

"Zhao Zhao, come to the family dinner with me next week, okay?"

He wanted to take her and appear in front of the Song family in an upright manner.

Although Ling Zhaozhao was confused by him, he couldn't help but wake up for a moment when he heard these words.

"Are all your relatives easy to talk to?"

She could go, but she was afraid of running into such difficult relatives.

Song Mingzhe pressed the back of her head and thought about it seriously.

The Song family has a great career, and there are a few relatives who are not easy to talk to, but with him around, Ling Zhaozhao will not be at a disadvantage.

"It's okay with me here."

Song Mingzhe gasped heavily and whispered in her ear.

Ling Zhaozhao grabbed Song Mingzhe's back, and his scarlet nails sank into Song Mingzhe's flesh.

She wanted to say something, but was swallowed by endless pleasure.