The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao stood in front of the mirror, looking at the wedding dress on himself, feeling a little dazed.

The wedding dress fit her even better than she had imagined, as if it was born for her.

Song Mingzhe came out after finishing his makeup, looking at her in the mirror, the smile on his lips became more and more obvious.

He followed this wedding dress for three full months, and he paid close attention to every detail. Because of this, the finished product is so stunning.

This wedding dress will definitely not only appear in their wedding photos, but also at their wedding.

"very beautiful."

Song Mingzhe put on a veil for her personally, and wrapped his arms around her waist, with a somewhat pampering tone.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Mingzhe's praise, the temperature on his face rose rapidly.

"I love so much."

Ling Zhaozhao pursed his lips lightly, and said softly.

Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's evaluation, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.

Sometimes he likes Ling Zhaozhao very much and speaks up whenever he has something to say.

"But we're going to the beach later, won't it get dirty?"

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the white skirt, feeling a little worried.

She really didn't want to ruin such a beautiful wedding dress because of a location shoot.

"No, I've made arrangements."

Song Mingzhe seemed to have thought of this a long time ago, rubbing the cloth around Ling Zhaozhao's waist, and said slowly.

At first, Ling Zhaozhao thought that Song Mingzhe had taken some protective measures on this wedding dress, so he was not afraid that the hem of the wedding dress would get dirty.

But when she got to the beach and started shooting, she found out that Song Mingzhe's protective measure for this wedding dress was Mu Yang.

Mu Yang held Ling Zhaozhao's wide and heavy skirt, and looked at the photographer resentfully.

"Please don't forget to shoot me when the time comes."

Perhaps it was because Mu Yang's expression was too resentful, the photographer was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded readily.

"That's natural."

Holding the bouquet in his hands, Ling Zhaozhao glanced at Mu Yang who was huddled under her skirt with some pity.

"At that time, I will treat you and Yueyue to eat delicious food."

Mu Yang's eyes lit up when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words.

This is much better than his good brother whose women are like brothers and brothers are like clothes.

Ling Zhaozhao was also afraid that he would suffer from heat stroke if he was too exposed to the sun by the sea, so he thoughtfully handed him a bottle of ice water.

"Sister Zhaozhao, there are still many good people in this world."

Mu Yang was about to burst into tears.

When Song Mingzhe heard Mu Yang's words, he gave Mu Yang an unhappy look, and Mu Yang didn't dare to speak immediately.

Ling Zhaozhao pinched Song Mingzhe secretly, signaling that his face should not be so stinky.

Song Mingzhe received the message from his wife with understanding, and turned into a boy with a smirk.

After Ling Zhaozhao's training and practice, he has already switched back and forth between indifference and natural smile.

Ling Zhaozhao saw Song Mingzhe's sudden change of appearance, adjusted his position, and snuggled up with Song Mingzhe.

At the moment when he saw the camera, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

She never thought that one day she would take wedding photos with her beloved at her favorite seaside.

The tip of her nose smells of salty sea flavor, her favorite seascape is where she can see, and standing beside her is her beloved, wearing a unique wedding dress in the world.

All this was so beautiful that she was in a trance.

With yesterday's experience, Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe cooperated more tacitly, and the shooting progressed rapidly.

Mu Yang thought he was here to suffer, but he didn't expect the progress to be so smooth, and his complexion was not as bad as it was at the beginning.

When the filming ended, Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe also watched the sunset by the sea.

Ling Zhaozhao was holding up the hem of her skirt, and Song Mingzhe was helping her hold the bouquet, with tender eyes.

Mu Yang flicked his hands that were a little sore from holding the hem of the skirt. When he saw this scene, he suddenly became interested, and quickly took out his mobile phone to record this moment.

Then it was presented to Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe like a treasure.

"Look at the composition, look at the lighting, look at the photography technique, it's me."

Mu Yang praised himself without hesitation.

Ling Zhaozhao fell in love with this photo almost immediately, and quickly asked Mu Yang to forward it to her.

Mu Yang obediently forwarded the original picture to Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao set this photo as his lock screen and desktop in one go, and took out his mobile phone from Song Mingzhe's pocket very handily.

Song Mingzhe's mobile phone does not have a password, so she easily set the photo as his desktop and lock screen.

"We have the same desktop and lock screen now."

Ling Zhaozhao flaunted his mobile phone in front of him.

Song Mingzhe saw the smile on Ling Zhaozhao's face, and gently helped her pin the veil around her ears.

"Good shot."

Seeing his wife so happy, Song Mingzhe did not forget to give Mu Yang a sweet date.

Mu Yang clicked his tongue.

Song Mingzhe treats him coldly on weekdays, let alone compliment him on his own initiative.

Sure enough, men in love are different.

Before Mu Yang could say a few words against Song Mingzhe, Song Mingzhe's cell phone rang.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the incoming call notification on Song Mingzhe's phone screen, found that it was from Rong Yuan, and immediately handed it to Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe took the phone and pressed the answer button.

"President Song, Yuanfeng Magazine would like to invite you to do an exclusive interview with your wife."

Song Mingzhe frowned when he heard the word "exclusive interview", subconsciously wanting to refuse.

Since he returned to China, this kind of exclusive interview has generally been pushed as he can.

But he remembered the recent gossip about his relationship with Ling Zhaozhao, so he couldn't help being silent for a moment.

He could not care about these gossips in the past, but he can't now.

The popularity of Yuanfeng magazine in China can be said to be ranked first in the industry, and the interviews with characters in each issue are hot spots.

And they are also very smart. This time they invited not only Song Mingzhe, but also Ling Zhaozhao by the way.

After all, there are already rumors about the relationship between Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao, and some even say that they are already preparing for divorce.

"Yes, let's arrange a schedule to come out."

Song Mingzhe held the mobile phone in his hand, and his eyes fell on Ling Zhaozhao not far away involuntarily.

The brilliance of the setting sun sprinkled on her white wedding dress, adding a bit of holiness and mystery, and making her delicate face softer, like an angel who is not stained by the world.

Song Mingzhe's heart was extremely soft at that moment.

Rong Yuan on the other end of the phone didn't seem to expect that Song Mingzhe would agree so readily this time, so he quickly agreed, and seeing that Song Mingzhe had no other instructions, he hung up the phone hastily.

Ling Zhaozhao felt Song Mingzhe's gaze, and turned his head to meet Song Mingzhe's eyes.

Where the eyes of the two met, countless sparks sparked.