The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao backed out of the door lightly, and closed the door for Song Jianguo and Shen Qiyu intimately.

As an old lover, you have to catch up on the old days.

She understands everything.

Just backing away, she retreated into a warm embrace.

Ling Zhaozhao thought that he had accidentally bumped into the conscientious butler, and subconsciously turned around to apologize.

"Sorry, did I step on you..."

Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that his high heels would step on someone else's feet, so after apologizing, he looked up and found Song Mingzhe was behind her.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the empty downstairs, feeling somewhat puzzled.

"How did you come up, where are they?"

Just now, a group of people gathered downstairs and waited for her to come out of Song Jianguo's study to watch the excitement.

Unexpectedly, no one is missing now.

"They had a quarrel just now, and they all left."

Song Mingzhe spoke helplessly.

I don't know who picked the head first, anyway, it was very chaotic just now.

The juniors kept arguing without talking, and even Song Dahai, who had always been prudent, almost lost his defense.

The second aunt, Song Qingqing, didn't bother to argue, so she took her daughter and left.

When Song Qingqing started, everyone followed suit and left.

I don't care about the excitement at all.

So now, the Song family is also quiet.

Song Mingzhe understood very well that Song Jianguo's physical condition had gotten worse in recent years, and even the other members of the Song family had other thoughts.

Maybe the second aunt Song Qingqing didn't have such thoughts, but it was hard for others to say.

Otherwise, how could there be chaos just now.

From Song Mingzhe's expression, Ling Zhaozhao could probably know what happened just now.

But it's good for them to leave, lest they have to fight wits and courage when they come out.

She has been fighting wits and courage all night, and if she continues to fight, I'm afraid she will have a headache tonight.

It's really useless brain cells in the Song family.

Ling Zhaozhao could not help pressing his sore temples.

Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao's exhausted face, and guilt welled up in his eyes.

He really wanted to hug the tired Ling Zhaozhao, but he was afraid that Ling Zhaozhao would run away.

Or, he shouldn't have brought Ling Zhaozhao to the Song family from the very beginning.

Unknowingly, he has become cautious.

"I'll take you back to rest."

Song Mingzhe consciously distanced himself from Ling Zhaozhao.

But in Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, this move was a bit too deliberate.

It's fine if I don't avoid him, but he still avoids me.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt uncomfortable.

But Ling Zhaozhao didn't say anything, just nodded, turned around and went downstairs.

They didn't go out arm in arm like they did when they came here, they walked out of Song's house one after the other like strangers.

Song Mingzhe drank some wine today, so it was the Song family's driver who took them back.

When I first got in the car, the interior of the car was eerily quiet.

Ling Zhaozhao felt like she was riding a ride, and Song Mingzhe was like a passenger she had picked up on the spur of the moment.

The two were polite and distant.

She thought that the Song family was like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, and that Song Mingzhe had grown up in such an environment, so she couldn't help but sighed softly, and spoke first.

"You can sit down a little bit."

Her hint is already obvious, right?

Song Mingzhe responded in a low voice, and then his eyes moved slightly as if he had realized something.

"Zhao Zhao, I..."

Bringing Ling Zhaozhao back to the Song family undoubtedly exposed the chaotic and gloomy environment around him to Ling Zhaozhao.

A paranoid and controlling father, a group of relatives who are at odds with each other.

Eating a meal is like setting up a stage, and every day there are different dramas performing with gongs and drums.

But he also has his responsibility, and he cannot give up this responsibility just to live a simple and happy life with Ling Zhaozhao.

His eyes flickered, his voice was deep and deep, Ling Zhaozhao thought of the Samoyed that was rubbing against her feet again.

She stretched out her hand to block Song Mingzhe's eyes.

"If you look at me like this, I will be very soft-hearted."

In fact, she had already softened her heart in a mess.

The cold war between the two of them should also be over.

If Song Mingzhe dared to hide something from her next time, then she would never look back.

Song Mingzhe's long and curled eyelashes swept across Ling Zhaozhao's palm, making Ling Zhaozhao's heart itch.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the lower half of his face that was not blocked by him, thinking in a daze that he might as well call that Samoyed Zhe Zhe.

Left and right, they are indeed alike in certain behaviors.

Song Mingzhe noticed the emerald ring on Ling Zhaozhao's hand, and was taken aback for a moment, then grabbed her hand and held it gently.

"This is what my dad gave you?"

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, feeling that Song Mingzhe's words were a bit unbelievable.

It wasn't given by Song Jianguo, could it be that she got it from the Song family herself?

Song Jianguo gave it to her suddenly, and the skirt on her body has no pockets, so after thinking about it, she can only wear it on her hands temporarily.

Thinking of finding another chance to return it to Song Mingzhe at that time, if Song Mingzhe hadn't mentioned it just now, she would probably have forgotten about it.

"It was given by my uncle. He said it was a family heirloom. Why do your family members like to meet each other and give it a family heirloom?"

As a result, she has calmed down about the word "heirloom" now.

Moreover, if Shen Qiyu and Song Jianguo gave another ring next time, she would be able to wear it on all ten fingers in no time.

Song Mingzhe caressed the emerald ring, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"This is indeed a family heirloom of the Song family."

And it's the most expensive kind.

"Now you have the entire Song family on your hands."

Song Mingzhe's sudden words frightened Ling Zhaozhao directly.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the faintly shining emerald ring on his hand, and suddenly felt that his hand was heavy.

"This is the status symbol of the mistress of the Song family. From now on, if you wear this, you can go to any part of the property under the name of the Song family without hindrance."

There was a slight smile in Song Mingzhe's eyes, and Ling Zhaozhao's figure was reflected in his eyes.

He originally thought that Song Jianguo would not like Ling Zhaozhao at all, and he had already made long-term preparations to fight Song Jianguo.

Unexpectedly, Song Jianguo actually gave Ling Zhaozhao the ring directly.

At the beginning, this ring was worn on Shen Qiyu's hand.

Since the Song family made a fortune, this ring has been passed down from generation to generation.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the emerald ring in disbelief.

She just accompanied Song Mingzhe to act in a play, but she didn't expect that as she acted, she seemed to put herself in again.

Moreover, Song Jianguo's attitude towards her just now did not seem to be very satisfied with her.

"It's too expensive, I can't have it."

Ling Zhaozhao took a deep breath, took off the ring, and handed it to Song Mingzhe.

She needs time to buffer now.