The president's pet daughter

When Wang Hanlin heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, his face turned blue and white.

He really didn't pour such expensive wine for Ling Zhaozhao.

He originally planned to mock Ling Zhaozhao for not being able to drink such an expensive wine, but after Ling Zhaozhao took a sip, he told her that the wine was actually cheap and like Ling Zhaozhao, it would not be on the table.

But he didn't expect that Ling Zhaozhao didn't even taste it, and saw through his little trick at a glance.

"It's better to throw away this kind of garbage."

Song Mingzhe glanced at the goblet in Ling Zhaozhao's hand, took it from her hand, and then threw it into the trash can beside it.

His words seemed to mean something.

Wang Hanlin looked at the fruit wine that was mercilessly thrown into the trash can, his face was hot and painful.

It always feels like he was slapped in the face by his cousin.

"Anything, you dare to abuse my son overtly and secretly. It's not bad for my son to pass you wine. What's more, don't you have to drink this kind of wine for a woman like you?"

Fourth Aunt Song Mei listened to Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao singing together, and couldn't help standing up from behind her son.

Thinking that she has always been the Fourth Miss of the Song family that everyone respects outside, even her son and daughter are superior when they walk outside. When has she ever been angry like this?

Still in front of so many Song family members.

The Song family has always been at odds with each other, and Song Mingzhe's words are undoubtedly embarrassing to her.

But Fourth Aunt Song Mei also knew that Song Mingzhe was still the heir of the Song family, and she couldn't offend him.

Persimmons need to be picked softly, so she directly pointed the finger at Ling Zhaozhao.

"Little sister, no one said anything, why are you in a hurry?"

Standing up on the sofa beside her was a middle-aged woman with cold features and eyes. She had a scrupulous bun and a long dark green dress. There was a wooden hairpin on her hair.

"This is my second aunt, Song Qingqing."

Song Mingzhe whispered in Ling Zhaozhao's ear again.

Because Song Mingzhe spoke softly when he mentioned his second aunt Song Qingqing, and this was the first Song family member who spoke for her, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling a little fond of this second aunt.

"Second sister, you usually stay silent by the side, how can you be a good person now?"

The fourth aunt, Song Mei, glanced at the second aunt, Song Qingqing, who stood up, and looked down on Song Qingqing's attitude.

Although she is the youngest daughter in the family, she was also spoiled and pampered since she was a child, but when it comes to pampering, the second sister Song Qingqing will always dominate her.

But Song Qingqing always had such a deserted look, no matter how much she loved her, she would still look unaffected by favor or humiliation.

Even though she was widowed in middle age and raised her daughter alone, Song Qingqing didn't show much sadness on her face.

She is like a fairy in a painting, mundane things in the world can't bother her at all.

And Song Mei hated Song Qingqing the most.

The more noble Song Qingqing was, the less she felt that she could compare to Song Qingqing.

They were all born of the same father and the same mother, even though her body is full of gold, silver and jewels, she is still far behind Song Qingqing.

"It's not pretending to be a good person, it's just to say something fair, it's just a meal, the little girl has turned this place into a place to show off."

"If you play prestige at your own house, then of course I have no objection, but this is the Song family, the elder brother's family, so you can decide what you say and do."

"What's more, Zhaozhao didn't say anything. It's Mingzhe who said your son is rubbish. If you don't explain Zhe, what's the point of targeting Zhaozhao?"

Second Aunt Song Qingqing smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard his second aunt Song Qingqing call him Zhaozhao, and then said these extremely lethal words, Ling Zhaozhao immediately became full of affection for his second aunt Song Qingqing.

Everyone in the room called her Miss Ling, for fear that she would have something to do with the Song family, but only the second aunt, Song Qingqing, called her very intimately.

Jiang is still old and hot, and the elders speak better than her.

The fourth aunt, Song Mei, did not expect that the second sister, Song Qingqing, who usually didn't bother to say a word, would talk so much in one breath.

Not only did she froze for a while, but also made her unable to refute a word.

After all, everything is on point.

This is Song Jianguo's home. Song Jianguo is not here, so naturally Song Mingzhe is the master.

They are guests, but they come up and point fingers at the people brought by the master.

It's too much to do for others.

The fourth aunt, Song Mei, couldn't help but shudder when she thought of her elder brother Song Jianguo's cold face.

If Song Jianguo knew that she was yelling here, maybe he would scold her.

"My mother was just telling the truth..."

Wang Xueqin, the daughter of the fourth aunt Song Mei, saw her mother being bullied, and couldn't help standing up to speak for Song Mei.

But in the Song family, she was afraid of too many people, including Song Mingzhe, and her second aunt, Song Qingqing, who was usually not very talkative.

So her courage was vented in an instant.

"If you don't like to hear it..."

Wang Xueqin muttered something in a low voice, but was heard by Ling Zhaozhao who was at the side.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Wang Xueqin who lowered his head and didn't dare to look at them, he didn't hold back, and let out a soft laugh.

She could tell that this was just a pampered little girl, and she wasn't so mean-spirited.

But the fourth aunt Song Mei's son Wang Hanlin couldn't swallow this breath.

He couldn't figure out why Song Mingzhe and Song Qingqing had the support of this kind of clever woman who couldn't get on the stage. It was obvious that their family was the Song family, but there was no one to help him.

"Even if my uncle is standing here, he will feel that the woman brought back by my cousin is not worthy."

Wang Hanlin's voice was particularly harsh in the spacious living room.

"Okay, it's almost time for dinner, everyone don't stand here."

Song Mingzhe's second uncle Song Dahai pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a kind smile on his face, interrupting the farce among the juniors.

His brows and eyes are soft, and compared with Song Mingzhe, he is more approachable. Although the years have left marks on his face, it can be seen that he was also a handsome man when he was young.

But Ling Zhaozhao felt that this man was not simple the first time he saw him.

Thinking about it carefully, the second uncle Song Dahai was quietly watching the fourth aunt Song Mei stir up trouble, and waited until the second aunt Song Qingqing came out to speak, and then came out to be a good person.

Not only won the favor of the fourth aunt Song Mei, but also got the gratitude of Ling Zhaozhao.

This person has a lot of scheming.

Ling Zhaozhao silently came to a conclusion about this person in his heart.

"Why is everyone standing here and not eating? I thought I was going to be late."

A hearty female voice came from the door, and everyone's eyes were cast in unison.

I saw Shen Qiyu dressed in red walking slowly from the door, his sharp eyes scanning everyone present.