The president's pet daughter

When she smelled the strong smell of alcohol in the mineral water, she couldn't help scolding her father ten thousand times in her heart.

Father's only hobby is to drink a few glasses of white wine.

Originally, the family didn't care about him.

But since he was found to have several abnormalities in his physical indicators a few years ago, his mother has spoken, forbidding him to drink anymore.

But even if the mother and the adults absolutely forbid it, the father can still drink alcohol everywhere at home.

For example, pour liquor into an empty mineral water bottle to pretend to be mineral water.

Ling Zhaozhao had caught her father secretly hiding wine and drinking before, but under the bribe of his father's bag, she fell.

Reluctantly open one eye and close one eye.

anyway.

There's nothing wrong with having a drink, but...

Ling Zhaozhao's drinking capacity is extremely poor.

And when drunk, he loses his composure!

Ling Zhaozhao touched his burning face, feeling dizzy for a while.

Finished!

How fast is this wine?

……

Song Mingzhe came out of the steamy bathroom.

The light pajamas couldn't conceal his smooth muscle lines, and the water droplets from his hair dripped onto his delicate collarbone, adding a bit of abstinence to him.

Seeing the pink color in the bedroom, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

The sheets are pink, the quilt is pink, and even the small sofa next to it is pink.

How much does this woman love pink?

He looked down again at the colorful pajamas that Ling Yan borrowed on his body, just like the brand new pajamas he was on vacation in Hawaii, and he couldn't help letting out a soft tsk.

He suddenly felt that there was a reason why Ling Zhaozhao and Ling Yan could become twins.

After all, the taste of these two people is hard to compliment.

Ah!

What about that woman Ling Zhaozhao?

Like a tacit understanding, just when Song Mingzhe was puzzled, Ling Zhaozhao opened the door and walked in.

Her cheeks were flushed, she didn't even give Song Mingzhe a look, she quickly opened the wardrobe door of the room, and then hurried into the bathroom with her pajamas.

"Ling Zhaozhao..."

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao didn't see him, Song Mingzhe frowned, and just about to call her to stop, he smelled the smell of alcohol on her body.

she drank?

Is it because you want to sleep on the same bed with yourself, so you go to drink to relieve your worries?

Yes, no wonder she was reluctant to go back to the room.

Song Mingzhe's mind was full of thoughts, looking at the hazy figure on the frosted glass, his throat tightened, and he felt an inexplicable sense of irritability in his heart.

"Ling Zhaozhao, if you don't want to, I can find an excuse to leave now."

He frowned.

It was obviously the woman's choice, but she was also the one who regretted it in the end.

But the only answer to Song Mingzhe was the sound of splashing water.

Then the sound of the water gradually diminished, and the bathroom door was pushed open.

The steaming mist shrouded Ling Zhaozhao's surroundings, the loose pink suspender dress was loosely put on her body, her hair was wet and draped behind her back, her face was flushed, and her eyes were moving, she was a little more charming.

"I didn't say no."

She leaned against the door, her voice was lazy and soft, like a beautiful water demon that just crawled out of the water.

Although Ling Zhaozhao was calm on the surface, his mind was already dizzy.

Her remaining rationality told her that even if she was drunk and crazy, she would roll around on the ground fragrantly.

After all, one less shameful thing is one less.

Song Mingzhe glanced at Ling Zhaozhao's exposed fair skin, and subconsciously looked away.

"Then let's go to bed early."

Since she was willing, he didn't want to get to the bottom of the reason for being drunk.

But in the next second, Ling Zhaozhao fell straight into his arms.

Thanks to Song Mingzhe's quick reaction, Ling Zhaozhao was spared the embarrassment of falling to the ground.

"Wet hair."

Ling Zhaozhao raised his head from his embrace, his tone a little aggrieved.

Song Mingzhe was silent for a while, seeing her drunk and honest appearance, could he know that Ling Zhaozhao was drunk.

So, he picked her up horizontally, put her on the bed, and let her sit down.

Then he found a clean towel and covered Ling Zhaozhao's hair.

It has to be said that Ling Zhaozhao's hair is long and dense, and it was his first time to brush a girl's hair, and he didn't know what to do with his hands, which made Ling Zhaozhao gasp in pain.

"Song Mingzhe, you are so stupid."

Song Mingzhe's face sank, but the strength in his hands subconsciously eased a bit.

It was the first time in his life that he heard someone call him stupid.

"Song Mingzhe, big idiot, big wood."

Ling Zhaozhao muttered a few words with his eyes blurred.

Her voice was too low, Song Mingzhe couldn't hear her clearly, he could only vaguely hear her calling his name, he couldn't help leaning slightly towards her.

"What did you say?"

"I say……"

Seeing him approaching, Ling Zhaozhao suddenly elongated his tone.

Then he turned over and pushed Song Mingzhe onto the bed.

She lay on Song Mingzhe's body and squeezed Song Mingzhe's face with a little resentment.

"I said you are a big wood, the stupidest big wood in the whole world."

"If I text you good morning and good night, won't you reply me? If you don't know how to type on the keyboard, I suggest you just throw away your phone."

"Besides, can't you take the initiative to share some daily life with me? It's me who is actively looking for topics. You are really boring, very boring, very boring."

Probably because of alcohol, Ling Zhaozhao vented all his dissatisfaction with Song Mingzhe these days when he was unconscious.

Song Mingzhe felt the different touch and temperature on his body, and he couldn't help being a little stunned when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's thoughts.

Most of them don't reply because they don't know how to reply.

However, he did not reject what Ling Zhaozhao said to him on his own initiative.

"Then why are you still trying to find a topic?"

Song Mingzhe's voice suddenly became very deep.

He originally thought that Ling Zhaozhao took the initiative to talk to him because of her personality.

Now it seems that it is not.

So what is it?

He met Ling Zhaozhao's almond eyes, as if he was waiting for something.

"why?"

He repeated it again, as if to tempt Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao's drunkenness seemed to have reached its peak, she swung her head in front of her eyes one after another.

Her vision was already blurred, and her brain was so chaotic that she couldn't think.

"because……"

Before she could say that answer, she couldn't control herself and knocked straight in front of her.

When Song Mingzhe's lips touched those soft lips, he was shocked and his throat rolled violently a few times.

He could even taste the aroma of wine between Ling Zhaozhao's lips.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was Ling Zhaozhao who was drunk or him.

But the touch didn't last long. After kissing Song Mingzhe forcefully, Ling Zhaozhao quickly got up from his body.

She had a bitter face, as if she was in great pain.

"I want to throw up."

Song Mingzhe: ...

Can you stop saying this after kissing him?