The president's pet daughter

when off work.

Song Mingzhe walked to the underground garage and saw Ling Zhaozhao's car at a glance.

He walked to the passenger seat with a tall figure, opened the door and sat sideways.

"You're here. It seems that you got off work on time today."

Ling Zhaozhao frowned when he saw Song Mingzhe.

She thought that according to the nature of Song Mingzhe's work, she would have to wait in the underground garage for a while.

Song Mingzhe nodded and glanced at Ling Zhaozhao.

Today, she wears a ball head, lazy and casual, with two silver earrings ringing on her round earlobes, and there is a little smile on her lips with nude lipstick.

His gaze moved down, and he saw Ling Zhaozhao's tight pink puff sleeve dress, which made her waist feel tight.

The skirt was still a little short, exposing half of Ling Zhaozhaoxiu's long fair thighs.

"Let's have French food tonight, okay?"

Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe nervously while starting the car.

She didn't know Song Mingzhe's taste preference, so she could only choose a French restaurant with good evaluation and taste according to her own aesthetics and intuition.

I don't know if Song Mingzhe can fall in love with him.

After all, Song Mingzhe seemed to be a very picky person.

She didn't know whether it was because the air conditioner in the car was turned on too low, or because of the cooling down tonight, she shivered from the cold, and pulled her skirt again, trying to make herself warmer.

It's unlucky to say that she didn't check the weather forecast when she went out today. She didn't know that the temperature would drop tonight, and she was wearing a short dress when the temperature dropped.

"It will be all right."

Song Mingzhe noticed that she was trembling a little, and quietly raised the temperature of the air conditioner in the car.

He heard Gao Yu mention that the temperature seems to be cooling down tonight.

He took off his suit jacket and put it on top of Ling Zhaozhao's short skirt.

It seemed that Song Mingzhe's warmth still remained on the suit jacket, directly hitting Ling Zhaozhao's heart through Ling Zhaozhao's cold skin.

I don't know if Song Mingzhe's coat was too warm, which caused the temperature on her face to rise rapidly, and even a blush appeared.

At that moment, Ling Zhaozhao seemed to hear his heart beating wildly again.

Damn it, she doesn't feel cold now, but feels that the car is extremely hot.

Then, she heard a low and magnetic chuckle.

That laugh disturbed her heartstrings again, making her heart very chaotic.

"Your new bag suits you very well."

Song Mingzhe inadvertently caught a glimpse of Ling Zhaozhao's bag on the back seat.

Not only is it pink, but it is also covered with sparkling diamonds.

Song Mingzhe suddenly remembered the words she said to Ling Zhaozhao the first time, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

This woman is quite specific in her hobbies.

But such a tacky bag, it seems that only she can handle it.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that he had an illusion, and he heard a hint of praise from Song Mingzhe's words.

Ling Zhaozhao coughed lightly, trying to get rid of these wild thoughts in his mind.

"My mother told me to take you to buy some casual clothes. Tonight, you can boldly swipe my card and I will pay for everything. Don't be polite to me."

Hearing these words, Song Mingzhe felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Ling Zhaozhao's tone was like that of a rich woman who spends a lot of money, but he is a little boy who is fully taken care of by the rich woman.

But unexpectedly, he didn't reject such a feeling very much.

Ling Zhaozhao seemed to have thought of this too, and the temperature on his face couldn't help rising a bit, bit his lip, and stepped on the accelerator to drive the car towards the destination.

Although she didn't have much expression on her face, she was extremely flustered inside.

Oh my god, is she sick, or why is she always blushing and heartbeating recently.

And this symptom will only be revealed in front of Song Mingzhe.

International Trade Center.

Ling Zhaozhao planned to buy clothes for Song Mingzhe before going to dinner.

After all, Song Mingzhe is a born clothes rack, so it shouldn't take long to buy a few sets of clothes.

They walked side by side all the way, and the combination of handsome men and beautiful women naturally attracted the attention of countless passers-by.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyes slightly, and saw the wine red tube top tutu dress worn by the models in the window next to him.

Although the lines of the tutu skirt are simple, the few roses on the chest are lifelike and charming.

He paused slightly, and took another look at the skirt.

For some reason, the first time he saw this skirt, he felt that it was designed for Ling Zhaozhao.

No one is more suitable for this dress than her.

Brilliant and warm.

Ling Zhaozhao felt his pause, and looked at him with some doubts.

There are women's clothing stores around here, what's there to see?

"follow me."

Song Mingzhe grabbed her wrist and walked straight to the store without any explanation.

Ling Zhaozhao was still a little dazed when the shopping guide brought the tutu skirt in front of her.

She didn't say she wanted to buy women's clothing.

Besides, who pays for this dress? !

If she counted correctly, this skirt would have one more zero than her bag!