The president's pet daughter

"Okay, otherwise you can sit next to me and watch."

What Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect was that Song Mingzhe not only nodded in agreement, but even asked the woman to sit beside him and watch together.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that his fist was a little hard just by listening to it.

It's just a wrong data. It's fine to just pass the file to her to read it. As for sitting so close to see it?

Moreover, didn't Song Mingzhe see this woman's obvious intentions at all?

Ling Zhaozhao folded his hands on his chest, and there was a little anger in his eyes.

When the woman inside heard Song Mingzhe's words, she smiled shyly and glanced at the door.

Then he sat down beside Song Mingzhe as kindly as he could.

"Thank you Mr. Song. I used to hear that you were not easy to get in touch with. Now it seems that this is mostly a rumor from outside."

The woman's eyes seemed to be on Song Mingzhe's body, which was extremely seductive.

"In my eyes, Mr. Song is simply the best person in the world."

Ling Zhaozhao watched from the door, feeling that the woman was about to stick to Song Mingzhe's body.

Song Mingzhe originally thought that Ling Zhaozhao should have rushed in the moment he saw a woman sitting beside him.

But he didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao to be so calm.

A look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He distanced himself from the woman in silence, as if he couldn't continue acting.

The woman saw Song Mingzhe's estrangement, and thought of the large sum of money she had received, gritted her teeth, and decided to abide by professional ethics.

No matter what, she will help the boss achieve his wish.

No way, the boss gave too much.

"President Song, do you know that I actually like you very much?"

The woman looked at Song Mingzhe with pitiful eyes, I really felt pity for him.

He even stretched out his hand, ready to grab Song Mingzhe's collar and launch a new round of offensive.

Song Mingzhe looked at the woman's outstretched hand, and suddenly frowned.

There was a knock on the door.

"He heard it even if he didn't know it. You don't need to prove it a second time with your actions."

With a smile on Ling Zhaozhao's lips, he walked gently to Song Mingzhe's side, put his arms on Song Mingzhe's body, and leaned forward slightly, as if he was very intimate with Song Mingzhe.

"Honey, I didn't expect there to be guests here. I seem to have disturbed you."

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at Song Mingzhe, his tone seemed to be really apologetic.

When the woman saw Ling Zhaozhao walk in, she was overjoyed, and almost wanted to say the words do not disturb.

But the play still needs to be played with gongs and drums.

"Mr. Song, this sister seems to have misunderstood something, but you know, that's not what I meant."

The woman bit her lip, and looked at Ling Zhaozhao with some fear.

Ling Zhaozhao looked the woman up and down, and an unidentified emotion flashed in his eyes.

What a delicate and soft white lotus.

I don't know who was able to accurately grasp her lightning points.

It can be said that the behavior of this woman in front of her is all she hates.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the woman in front of him calmly, and unceremoniously sat on Song Mingzhe's lap.

Didn't Song Mingzhe let this woman sit beside him?

Then she sat directly on his lap.

"What did you misunderstand? Why don't I know?"

Ling Zhaozhao put his arms around Song Mingzhe's neck, a little smile appeared in his eyes.

"Mingzhe, do you know?"

She breathed like blue and whispered in Song Mingzhe's ear, like a kitten sharpening its claws.

Although she was smiling, her smile didn't reach her eyes.

Song Mingzhe put his hand on Ling Zhaozhao's back and found that she was trembling slightly.

Looking into Ling Zhaozhao's eyes, Song Mingzhe was finally sure that Ling Zhaozhao was really jealous.

She is now like a claiming lioness, drawing boundaries within the boundaries of her territory.

"I do not know."

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's appearance, Song Mingzhe suddenly felt a little bored.

Ling Zhaozhao was jealous, but he was very happy.

But Ling Zhaozhao was not happy.

She was even a little angry.

This is not what Song Mingzhe wants.

The office fell into an eerie silence. Ling Zhaozhao found that Song Mingzhe didn't follow her words, but looked at her wondering what she was thinking.

Ling Zhaozhao was not sure, did Song Mingzhe feel that there was no need to answer this question, or did he not want to answer it?

Ling Zhaozhao's hand on Song Mingzhe's neck tightened involuntarily.

Seeing that she had achieved her goal, the woman couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, her expression changed, revealing a sad look.

"I know, everything is just wishful thinking on my part. Mr. Song has never been interested in me from the beginning to the end."

She wiped the tears she cried whenever she said she was crying, as if she was extremely sad.

Incidentally, he choked.

Seeing the woman crying with real emotion, Ling Zhaozhao almost handed her a piece of paper.

The woman took a deep look at Song Mingzhe, and Ling Zhaozhao could see the sadness and reluctance in her eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao even thought about it for a while, if she was Song Mingzhe, she might not be able to help but soften her heart when she met such a flowery woman crying at her pitifully.

It's a pity that she is not Song Mingzhe, and Song Mingzhe is not her.

Not only did Song Mingzhe not soften his heart, he even acted as if he hadn't seen this scene, which was really embarrassing.

Seeing that things were about the same, the woman stomped her feet quickly to enhance the dramatic effect, and ran out the door while trotting and wiping tears.

Just like the heroine in the mv.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly felt that this woman had acted as the protagonist of some MV before, otherwise every step she ran seemed to be stepping on the melody.

Song Mingzhe seemed to stay out of the matter, his eyes just staring at Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know what Song Mingzhe was looking at, but just thinking about what happened just now, he felt a little angry.

"You are really lucky. There are so many beauties thinking about you after get off work."

She pinched Song Mingzhe's cheek with a bit of reproach in her tone.

Song Mingzhe's hand on Ling Zhaozhao's waist tightened slightly involuntarily.

"Zhao Zhao, were you jealous just now?"

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to ask such a question, so he hesitated for a while.

"Isn't that obvious and normal?"

That woman is so close to Song Mingzhe, if she doesn't get jealous, won't she become a clay figurine without emotions and desires?

Ling Zhaozhao even touched Song Mingzhe's forehead to confirm that he didn't say this while having a fever.

Song Mingzhe held Ling Zhaozhao's hand on her forehead with a serious face.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm sorry."

After much deliberation, he felt that it would be better to confess to Ling Zhaozhao.

Hearing the three words I'm sorry, Ling Zhaozhao's mind exploded instantly.

Why did you suddenly apologize to her?

Did Song Mingzhe do something to offend her? !