The president's pet daughter

After eating, Ling Zhaozhao quietly returned to her room, and impatiently called her love mentor Lin Xi.

"Lin Xi, my good sister, help me."

Lin Xi seemed to be still eating, and when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's hurried voice, he muttered a vague reply while chewing his food.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?"

"Isn't today my mother's birthday? Then he came, and he might share a room with me tonight. What should I do?"

"...Aren't you unrequited love? Why did you suddenly meet your parents?"

After hearing this, Lin Xi almost choked on the food.

It's only been a few days?

Has it reached the point where everyone in the family tacitly agrees to live in one room?

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly stopped.

Too bad, she didn't seem to have ever told Lin Xi that she found a fake boyfriend to mess with the family affairs.

So he could only bite the bullet and explain the matter to Lin Xi honestly.

By the way, Song Mingzhe's work was also mentioned.

"...Ling Zhaozhao, you hid it deep enough."

Lin Xi was silent for a long time after hearing Ling Zhaozhao's thrilling experience during this period.

Although she was a little angry at Ling Zhaozhao for hiding this matter, she could understand Ling Zhaozhao's state of mind at that time.

Who would have imagined that it was just pretending to be a boyfriend, and so many things would be involved behind it.

"Forget it, who told me to be your dog-headed military adviser. I will teach you the simplest method. Aren't you going to cut the cake later? After all the lights are turned off, you approach him silently, pretending to bump into him unintentionally. His hand, and then quietly draw circles in his palm."

"When he looks at you, you blink at him, use your beauty and innocence to conquer him, and finally say softly what's wrong?"

"This move is so seductive that you can't see it, making him fall directly under your pomegranate skirt."

In the dim environment, the weak candlelight, the warm temperature, the slightly itchy palms, and the girl's innocent eyes with a little ignorance.

Ling Zhaozhao substituted in, only to feel goose bumps all over his body.

It's amazing, she deserves to be her love mentor!

"Lin Xi, why do you understand so well? Are you not in love because you don't want to talk about it?"

Ling Zhaozhao was rolling on the bed.

"Hehe, is there a possibility? I can't find it."

If falling in love was as easy as drinking water, she wouldn't have to kiss seven times a week.

……

Dinner time was still enjoyable, Yunmei and Ling Shiyi crazily served Song Mingzhe food, and Ling Zhaozhao's three older brothers were also chatting with Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe is well-informed and has unique insights into various fields, so even the young and old of the Ling family who are in different industries are willing to talk with Song Mingzhe.

And Ling Zhaozhao obediently ate the rice in his bowl, quietly waiting for the next cake cutting.

Maybe it was because her quietness was so unusual that Song Mingzhe looked at her several times.

When Ling Shiyi came out with the cake after dinner, the corners of Ling Zhaozhao's mouth curled up involuntarily.

"Happy birthday dear wife, please make a wish."

All the surrounding lights were turned off, only the candlelight was flickering.

Ling Shiyi looked at Yunmei lovingly, his eyes were full of doting.

Ling Zhaozhao calmly moved a few steps closer to Song Mingzhe's side.

Eldest brother Lingzhi and sister-in-law Xiao Beibei stood in front of them.

Ling Zhaozhao was so nervous that he didn't even dare to look down, and slowly stretched out his hand pretending to be nonchalant.

bumped into--

Ling Zhaozhao was overjoyed when he touched a finger, and the temperature on his face rose rapidly.

She coughed lightly, then boldly moved her hand up slowly.

He drew several circles in the palm of that hand, neither light nor heavy.

I have to say that Song Mingzhe's hands seemed extraordinarily smooth to the touch.

Song Mingzhe glanced at Ling Zhaozhao with a feeling in his heart, looked at the two blushes on her face, and thought of how quiet she was during dinner, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Sensing Song Mingzhe's gaze, Ling Zhaozhao seized the timing, found an angle that best reflected his beauty, and looked at him with pure and innocent eyes.

Then she said coquettishly, "What's wrong?"

She gently drew a few more circles in the palm of that hand.

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao's deliberately changed voice, Song Mingzhe became more certain of what he was thinking.

"Are you sick?"

As he spoke, he raised his left hand and placed it on Ling Zhaozhao's forehead.

It seems that there is no fever.

Ling Zhaozhao froze on the spot.

No, why is this person so incomprehensible?

At such an ambiguous moment, he actually asked her if she was sick?

Then she remembered that Song Mingzhe seemed to be using his left hand.

And she was standing on Song Mingzhe's left, and what she just touched should be Song Mingzhe's left hand.

Ling Zhaozhao instantly petrified.

So, whose hand is she drawing circles on? !

At this time, Yunmei had finished her wish and blew out the candle in one breath.

Then the lights were turned on one by one, and the whole hall suddenly became brightly lit.

"Zhao Zhao, why are you acting like a child, and still love to play tricks like this?"

Sister-in-law Xiao Beibei saw Ling Zhaozhao playing tricks on her palm, and gave her a reproachful look.

She has the gentle appearance of a Jiangnan woman, and even her reproach makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Ling Zhaozhao looked down and saw his restless fingers resting in Xiao Beibei's palm, his heart broke again and again.

"Hahahaha... Sister-in-law, your hands are slippery, what kind of hand cream do you usually use?"

Ling Zhaozhao faced Song Mingzhe's puzzled gaze, and changed the subject with an awkward smile.

Woohoo, it's so embarrassing, she really wants to find a crack in the ground to get in.

For the next time, Ling Zhaozhao didn't dare to face Song Mingzhe because he felt too embarrassing, and kept pestering his gentle sister-in-law for nothing to say.

"Zhao Zhao...it's already ten o'clock, and your sister-in-law and I are going to bed."

Ling Zhi glanced helplessly at the clingy Ling Zhaozhao.

I don't know what happened to Ling Zhaozhao today, he stayed in their room all the time.

This will delay him from talking about love with his wife.

Ling Zhaozhao heard that his elder brother issued the order to evict the guest, and returned to his room aggrieved.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard the sound of water dripping from the bathroom.

Through the frosted glass of the bathroom, Ling Zhaozhao could also see Song Mingzhe's figure reflected on the glass.

Inexplicably, she suddenly felt dry mouth.

She pushed open the door of the room, ran to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator to find a bottle of cold water to calm down her restlessness.

She casually took a bottle of ice water and anxiously took a big gulp.

When the extremely spicy taste filled her mouth and nose, she vaguely felt that something was wrong.