The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao was gifted a mattress by Song Mingzhe just like that.

She originally thought that it was just a mattress, and she would just find a chance to send back something of equivalent value or give Song Mingzhe money directly.

But what happened next was even more mysterious. Every time Ling Zhaozhao went to a place, Song Mingzhe would buy it without hesitation whenever he took a second look at a certain product.

Ling Zhaozhao wanted to refuse every time, but every time he was not as quick as Song Mingzhe.

Moreover, most of these things were Ling Zhaozhao's rejection of the shopping guide's good intentions, so he reluctantly looked at them a few more times, and he couldn't say that he liked them at all.

"Miss, this is a pure cotton four-piece suit. It's beautiful. Look at the color and texture..."

"purchase."

"Miss, look at this wall clock, isn't it very creative, it will ring on the hour..."

"purchase."

"Miss, look at this sofa, isn't the color very fresh, you just need to sit on it..."

"purchase."

Ling Zhaozhao, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't help interrupting Song Mingzhe's shopping.

If you continue to buy like this, it would be better to just buy this furniture city together.

"Buy a fart."

Ling Zhaozhao roared angrily, startling the shopping guide lady who was introducing her.

There are also shopping guides in other special areas around her.

I don't know who spread the news, saying that a young couple who spend money like water came to the furniture city today. As long as the woman is lucky enough to let the woman see more of her products, the man will directly swipe the card to pay.

Ever since, everyone came here one after another, eager to find an opportunity to bring Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe to the area they were in charge of.

This is not a young couple, they are obviously their living God of Wealth.

"Where does this match the style I want, return it to me!"

"And you, can you stop talking about buying it all the time, obviously I just looked at it a few more times, and I don't really like it."

Ling Zhaozhao has been holding back all this time, but she can't keep silent anymore.

Because the furniture Song Mingzhe bought was basically not the style she wanted.

What's more, how can anyone put colorful furniture in their homes? This is not pure randomness.

He can be the overlord behind her, but let's forget this kind of intention.

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao was angry, the shopping guides beside him were too frightened to speak.

"Then don't buy it."

The corners of Song Mingzhe's lips twitched invisibly.

It seemed like she was talking to herself for the first time in two days.

But I have to say that Ling Zhaozhao is good at forbearance, so he can't help it now.

If it was her before, she would probably have spoken when he bought that mattress.

Ling Zhaozhao was not angry when he saw Song Mingzhe being told by him, but his expression revealed a faint joy, and he didn't quite understand the brain circuit of this man for a while.

But her top priority now is to correct the wrong track.

The things that Song Mingzhe bought indiscriminately before were all replaced by Ling Zhaozhao with furniture of the same price and suitable for her imagination.

It's just that Song Mingzhe was still following her closely.

Ling Zhaozhao originally wanted to treat him as a transparent person, but his face and ability to swipe his card at every turn have already aroused a lot of whispers from around.

"That guy is so handsome, why does the girl in front of him seem to be ignoring him? Did the young couple have some conflicts? If you want me to say that this is all a bedside quarrel, maybe you will just go back reconciled."

"You don't understand that, do you? Men are cheap. The more indifferent you are to him, the more he will stick to you. Don't just look at that guy's wealth and handsomeness. Maybe that girl is a master." , is a model for our sisters to learn from."

"Either two people quarreled, or that woman was a mistress, and she was afraid of being discovered by the nearby owner, so she deliberately kept a distance from that man. Didn't you see that man kept swiping her card? The gold owner these days It’s really getting bigger and bigger.”

"...Could it be their family's bodyguard or something, just like the love between the cold-faced bodyguard and the eldest lady in the novel?"

"Let me say something..."

……

The grumbling voices of these shopping guides all fell into Ling Zhaozhao's ears.

No way, no one came to see the furniture during the Chinese New Year, and the shopping guides were relatively free, so they secretly talked about them.

It's just that the voice of this discussion is a bit too loud.

Hearing these discussions, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help rubbing his forehead.

In just half an hour, she had already heard three versions between herself and Song Mingzhe.

What about dog licking and the queen of the sea, as well as the generous financial master and the cautious mistress, and even the wealthy bodyguard and the cold young lady.

It's getting more and more outrageous the more I hear it.

If it continues like this, it is estimated that when they walk out of the furniture city, any identity may be realized in the rumors again.

Ling Zhaozhao thought about it, and deliberately paused in front of him, as if he was waiting for Song Mingzhe on purpose.

She had some questions that she wanted to ask him carefully.

Song Mingzhe has always consciously kept a distance of ten steps from Ling Zhaozhao, neither staying away from her nor making Ling Zhaozhao feel that he is too close.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao stop, Song Mingzhe also stopped.

He seemed to have thought of something, and took a step cautiously.

Although Ling Zhaozhao didn't respond, he also knew Ling Zhaozhao's answer.

It was his consent to approach her.

"I said, haven't you heard others say that you are a dog licker?"

"Don't you have work to do?"

Ling Zhaozhao frowned lightly, folded his hands on his chest, and glanced suspiciously at Song Mingzhe.

In the past, he was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, but today he is free to be her payment robot.

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, staring at Ling Zhaozhao with deep eyes.

"Have."

"But Zhaozhao, I don't know how to make you happy."

He had a very full schedule today, but the moment he received Ling Yan's call, he still chose to postpone the schedule.

After all, in his heart, Ling Zhaozhao was ranked first.

He originally thought that following Ling Zhaozhao and buying what she wanted would make her happier.

Now he found that Ling Zhaozhao was not happy, and felt that his behavior had troubled her.

He didn't know if this would make Ling Zhaozhao hate him even more.

But his original intention was not like this, he just wanted to try his best to make up for Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao listened to Song Mingzhe's deep voice, and then looked into his eyes.

Suddenly he remembered the Samoyed he gave him, how pitiful he looked at him when he made a mistake.

She felt a little soft-hearted for no reason.

It was just a little bit short, and her idea of ​​wanting Song Mingzhe to suffer a lot was about to be dispelled.