The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, while secretary Rong Yuan was sitting in the driver's seat and driving the car intently.

He had just finished the meeting and promised Ling Zhaozhao to send her home later.

Suddenly, with a sudden brake, Song Mingzhe almost hit the back of the chair in front of him.

Then came a slight crash.

"what happened?"

Song Mingzhe pressed the bridge of his nose, his tone a little indifferent.

Rong Yuan has always been experienced in driving, and such a situation rarely occurs.

Rong Yuan was still in shock, took a deep breath, and finally regained his sanity.

"It seems to have been rubbed against the car."

He was sure and certain that the other party did not slow down when driving over. If he hadn't stepped on the sudden brake and turned the steering wheel a little, maybe it was head-to-head collision.

Song Mingzhe frowned slightly, and looked out of the car window with deep eyes, only to see a brightly dressed woman coming down from the pink Maserati opposite.

She was a very bright woman, with slightly curly long chestnut hair and agile facial features. When she walked, it seemed that even the surrounding scenery brightened up.

Rong Yuan unfastened his seat belt on the driver's seat and got out of the car to deal with the matter.

The woman had an apology on her face, and she didn't know what Rong Yuan said to her, so she knocked on Song Mingzhe's car window again.

Song Mingzhe saw the woman's fingers clearly, they were slender and fair, and the scarlet on the fingertips was so beautiful that it was shocking.

Song Mingzhe rolled down the car window with a gloomy expression.

For some reason, he seemed to be able to feel a bit of familiarity from this woman.

That inexplicable feeling lingered in his heart, like a cloud of fog.

The woman glanced at Song Mingzhe cautiously, seeing the indifferent expression of the man in front of her, she swallowed slightly nervously.

The woman pursed her lips, and her bright lips became more rosy.

"Hello, my name is Ye Jiaojiao. This is my contact information. If you need anything, just call me. I won't let you down."

"I just got my driver's license. I've been trying to get on the road for the past few days. I accidentally lost my mind, so I didn't see your car. I used the accelerator as the brake in a hurry. I'm really sorry."

Ye Jiaojiao clasped his hands together, looking very sorry, his brows and eyes were very agile.

Ye Jiaojiao?

Song Mingzhe raised his eyebrows.

This name is very similar to Ling Zhaozhao's.

Song Mingzhe glanced at the very pink business card, but didn't take it.

His fingers rested on the car window, knocking one after another.

"Just contact my secretary."

He is too lazy to take care of such small matters of claim settlement. There are many cars around him. Even if the car is damaged in any way, can he drive it instead?

Why bother to leave the contact information of a strange woman.

"No, this car belongs to you. I feel guilty, so I not only have to pay for the repair costs, but I also have to pay for your mental damage. Otherwise, I wouldn't have knocked on your car window just now."

Ye Jiaojiao's tone was very serious, as if she really wanted to compensate Song Mingzhe.

"Don't worry, I won't renege on my debts. I'll just keep my business card here. It's up to you to keep it or not. I'll keep one with your secretary."

Ye Jiaojiao became more serious, and directly stuffed the business card into Song Mingzhe's hands.

The action of her inserting her business card undoubtedly shortened the distance between Song Mingzhe and Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe could smell the fragrance of Ye Jiaojiao's body with a light sniff.

There was a scent of flowers and fruits on her body, not very sweet, but unexpectedly pleasant.

"Oops, I accidentally dropped my brooch."

There was a brooch hanging on Ye Jiaojiao's chest, and he didn't know if he used too much force when inserting the business card, and accidentally rubbed the pin open, so the brooch fell directly on the seat.

Song Mingzhe heard Ye Jiaojiao's voice suddenly raised several degrees, frowned, and distanced himself from Ye Jiaojiao calmly.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but Ye Jiaojiao's behavior, appearance, and even the smell on his body seem to be familiar.

Ye Jiaojiao fiddled with it for a while before picking up her brooch, and looked at Song Mingzhe embarrassedly.

Song Mingzhe's expression was still very indifferent, as if no matter what Ye Jiaojiao did, he would not make him fluctuate in the slightest.

Ye Jiaojiao pinned the brooch and smiled at Song Mingzhe with a hearty voice.

"I'll give you some presents in two days, and I'll treat it as a shock."

Rong Yuan at the side saw Song Mingzhe's impatience, and quickly tugged at the corner of Ye Jiaojiao's clothes.

"Miss, if you have anything to say, just communicate with me."

Ye Jiaojiao also saw Song Mingzhe's attitude towards her, pursed his lips, and looked a little aggrieved.

"Okay, it's okay to communicate with you."

Even Rong Yuan, who has seen the world, couldn't help but soften his heart when he saw that look.

Originally, Rong Yuan had a cold look towards everyone and everything, but when he encountered Ye Jiaojiao's appearance, he couldn't help softening his serious expression so as not to scare her.

But Song Mingzhe was unmoved.

He was already very tired, but he made this out of nowhere on the road, and it might be too late to connect to Ling Zhaozhao after a while.

So he didn't pay attention to Ye Jiaojiao's expression at all, he just found this woman who rushed out out of nowhere very annoying.

If it wasn't for this woman who got into his car, he might be able to see Ling Zhaozhao now.

Ling Zhaozhao finally forgave him, if he was late again, Xiao Zuojing would probably feel a little sulky again later.

At the thought of seeing Ling Zhaozhao later, the sullenness in his heart dissipated a lot.

Song Mingzhe looked at his watch, seeing that the time was almost up, he couldn't help pursing his lips.

Can't wait any longer.

Rong Yuan had just finished exchanging contact information with Ye Jiaojiao when he saw Song Mingzhe knock on the car window.

Rong Yuan understood very well that this meant to let him go quickly.

Now that the boss has spoken, Rong Yuan dare not continue talking to Ye Jiaojiao.

So Rong Yuan said goodbye to Ye Jiaojiao politely, and then sat in the driver's seat.

Ye Jiaojiao also waved at them, as if saying goodbye.

But his eyes vaguely fell on Song Mingzhe's collar.

Seeing Ye Jiaojiao driving the car away, Rong Yuan was about to start the car and leave here.

Unexpectedly, a business card was thrown behind him.

It belongs to Ye Jiaojiao.

Song Mingzhe didn't raise his eyes, his voice was flat.

"Deal with it."

He didn't want to keep this kind of garbage on himself.

It will accidentally fall in front of Ling Zhaozhao, or be discovered by Ling Zhaozhao, which will cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Rong Yuan took the business card knowingly and handled it, and when he was about to destroy it, he seemed to have noticed something.

"She kind of likes pink..."

The car is pink, even the business cards are pink.

It is exactly the same taste as the future proprietress.

Hearing Rong Yuan's mumble, Song Mingzhe opened his eyes subconsciously, with a somewhat inexplicable look on his face.