The president's pet daughter

Seeing the cards in front of Ling Zhaozhao, Wang Xueqin couldn't help but twist her face.

Well, she felt now that the clown was herself.

It wasn't Ling Zhaozhao who couldn't step down in front of so many people, but herself.

Wang Xueqin gritted her teeth, feeling that the eyes of the people around her had changed a little bit, and she looked at Ling Zhaozhao angrily.

"You're out of luck!"

Wang Xueqin looked at Song Mingzhe behind Ling Zhaozhao, as if he understood something.

"With the help of my cousin, of course you can beat me."

She was only one step away from killing Ling Zhaozhao.

Unexpectedly, Ling Zhaozhao was the final winner.

How can this make her reconciled?

"Cousin, isn't it kind of you to be so kind?"

Of course Wang Hanlin knew Wang Xueqin's level and had high hopes for Wang Xueqin. Hearing what Wang Xueqin said, he felt more and more reasonable.

Song Mingzhe was almost speechless by the stupidity of these two brothers and sisters.

He didn't even open his mouth the whole time, and even put his hands in his trouser pockets.

Could it be that he communicated with Ling Zhaozhao through brainwaves?

Song Mingzhe glanced at them coldly, making them silent instantly.

"Skills are not as good as people, so don't make excuses."

Song Mingzhe's cold words were like a sharp knife, piercing Wang Xueqin's heart.

Wang Xueqin curled her lips, as if opening her mouth to cry.

After finally coming to Song's house for dinner, her mother was invited out of Song's house, and she was even embarrassing in Song's house with her, how can this day go on?

Seeing that the young lady was about to cry, Ling Zhaozhao walked directly behind her before she was about to cry, and twisted her collar.

"Don't forget what you promised me."

Ling Zhaozhao said with a half smile.

Wang Xueqin didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao to attack her directly. She looked around and was about to find her brother Wang Hanlin.

In the end, she found that Song Mingzhe had quietly stood behind Ling Zhaozhao without knowing when, firmly blocking the second uncle, those cousins, and of course her own brother.

Like a patron saint, he forcibly opened up a way for Ling Zhaozhao.

Wang Xueqin had no choice but to look for help to Song Rui, the daughter of the second uncle Song Dahai.

Unexpectedly, Song Rui was far more adaptable than Wang Xueqin.

"Cousin, since we have said what we have said, we naturally have to carry it out, right?"

"What's more, you are not young anymore, you always have to bear what you have done and said."

Song Rui deliberately avoided Wang Xueqin's gaze, and said slowly word by word.

As soon as Wang Xueqin heard this, she knew that this cousin was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Zhao Zhao, forget it, what Xueqin said is also true."

Ran Yingchu, daughter of Second Aunt Song Qingqing, said quietly.

Following the temperament of her second aunt Song Qingqing, she took everything lightly, so she didn't take Wang Xueqin's words to heart at all.

Second aunt Song Qingqing was a little confused when she heard their conversation.

When she spoke to Shen Qiyu just now, she seemed to have missed something important.

"What did you say?"

Second Aunt Song Qingqing's eyes fell on Wang Xueqin, her voice was gentle and gentle.

When Wang Xueqin heard Song Qingqing's words, she remembered that Song Qingqing was not a temper tantrum. If she had explained the matter honestly, Song Qingqing would not blame her too much for her slip of the tongue.

After all, she is only a child, so she wouldn't be too harsh on her.

Even Song Qingqing couldn't bear to blame her, let alone Ling Zhaozhao who had half a foot in Song's house?

So Wang Xueqin mustered up the courage to say what she just said.

"Auntie, I didn't do it on purpose, I just said this when I was in a hurry, you won't..."

Wang Xueqin was interrupted coldly by Song Qingqing before she could say "blame me".

"Apologize to my daughter now, or I will slap you like a pig's head and throw it at the gate of your royal family."

Song Qingqing's words, not to mention Wang Xueqin, everyone else was stunned when they heard it.

Is this woman who wants to fan people into pigs' heads, or that otherworldly Second Miss of the Song family?

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Qingqing's cold face, and it was really hard to imagine that such words came from Song Qingqing's mouth.

Compared with Song Qingqing, Ling Zhaozhao felt that his methods were a little lighter.

On the side, Ran Yingchu also looked at her mother in disbelief.

Song Qingqing's words undoubtedly shattered the exclusive high-cold filter in her heart.

But for some reason, she felt that Song Qingqing like this was more real.

"Apology and being slapped into a pig's head, you choose one."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Wang Xueqin's expression with sympathy.

If this tender little face was slapped into a pig's head, it would be too horrible to look at.

Wang Xueqin glanced at Song Qingqing, who had become a little strange at this moment, with some fear, imagined the scene where she would be slapped, and frowned again.

Although Song Qingqing was indifferent to everything on weekdays, Song Jianguo once said that Song Qingqing's behavior was most similar to him.

Thinking of his uncle's resolute methods, Wang Xueqin couldn't help but wailed in pain in his heart.

No matter how stubborn she is, she still insists on defending her appearance to the death.

"I'm sorry, cousin."

Wang Xueqin said in a muffled voice.

"A voluntary apology is a good boy."

Ling Zhaozhao patted Wang Xueqin's collar to show his appreciation.

Then Ling Zhaozhao seemed to remember something, and said to the other two people at the poker table with a smile.

"It's better to transfer the money directly to me, it's more convenient."

Wang Xueqin whose collar was ripped into crumpled: ...

How did Ling Zhaozhao see that she apologized voluntarily?

One grabbed her by the collar to threaten and lure her, while the other directly threatened her.

What kind of voluntariness is this?

Moreover, is there anyone more capable of killing people than Ling Zhaozhao?

This is not to remind Wang Xueqin all the time that she not only lost face, but also lost a lot of money.

Seeing the behavior of Ling Zhaozhao and Song Qingqing, the others looked different for a moment, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't have the heart to guess what other people were thinking.

It's best to be carefree.

Just when Ling Zhaozhao thought the whole thing was going to end like this, the housekeeper Chen Fu went downstairs without anyone noticing.

He walked lightly, and not many people noticed him.

So when he suddenly appeared in front of Ling Zhaozhao, Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback.

Thanks to Song Mingzhe standing behind her all the time, otherwise she might be so frightened that her feet slipped and she performed a butt-slamming performance in front of everyone.

"Miss Ling..."

The housekeeper Chen Fu couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he saw Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback by him.

After seeing Ling Zhaozhao stand firm, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The master wants to invite you to go up and have a conversation."

Chen Fu glanced at Song Mingzhe, and his tone was undeniable.

"The master only lets you go up alone."