The president's pet daughter

The wedding banquet of Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe,

Shen Qiyu and Yunmei have followed up all the procedures, and Ling Zhaozhao only needs to complete them step by step.

When Gao Yue took Ling Zhaozhao to put on her bridal makeup, she couldn't help but joke about it.

"Who's bride is as happy as you, you don't even have to worry about the wedding banquet, just be a beautiful bride."

Ling Zhaozhao was looking at the design drawing of the new product in the back seat, and when he heard Gao Yue's words, his smile rose slightly.

"I don't want to have a wedding yet."

She has always felt that a wedding is a tedious and time-consuming thing. If she is really asked to do it, she really doesn't want to do it.

Just finalizing the guest list of the two families is already a headache enough, let alone the venue and details.

It was also thanks to Yunmei and Shen Qiyu that she was spared so many troubles.

"Come on, you, don't be ignorant of your blessings. Your wedding must be the biggest wedding in this century."

Gao Yue couldn't help being amazed when she thought of how the Ling family and Song Jiahao spent a lot of money.

The scheduled castle alone cost almost tens of millions.

Not to mention all kinds of rare jewelry that will appear at the banquet.

Gao Yue was lucky enough to take a look at the dreamy wedding venue, and felt that it would be the headlines three weeks later.

It is also enough to prove that the two families attach great importance to this wedding.

Listening to Gao Yue's joke, Ling Zhaozhao smiled, and was about to speak, but felt nauseated in his stomach.

"Yueyue, drive slowly."

Ling Zhaozhao rolled down the car window to ease the nausea.

Gao Yue looked at the fuel gauge, feeling a little confused.

"It's not fast, it's like a turtle crawling any slower."

She raised her eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing that Ling Zhaozhao's face was a little pale, she couldn't help but slow down.

"Zhao Zhao, you didn't seem to get carsick before."

Gao Yue's words hit Ling Zhaozhao's heart, and Ling Zhaozhao suddenly thought of something.

Ling Zhaozhao suppressed the throbbing in his heart, took a deep breath, feeling a little distraught.

"Maybe I'm too tired recently..."

Gao Yue felt weak after hearing Ling Zhaozhao's words, and she was afraid that asking further questions would make Ling Zhaozhao even more uncomfortable, so she gave up this idea, and could only drive the car as gently as possible, so that Ling Zhaozhao could sit more comfortably.

Ling Zhaozhao's pale complexion eased a little when he arrived at the studio of the makeup artist he had appointed.

"This is Mrs. Song, right? The real person looks better than the photo."

The chief makeup artist, Fan Bingzhi, put on delicate makeup and brought her assistant to the waiting room.

This makeup artist was introduced by Gao Yue's friend. It is said that she has done red carpet makeup for many popular stars, and every time her makeup can spark public discussion, she is a leader in the beauty makeup industry.

So when Fan Bingzhi saw Gao Yue, he couldn't help saying hello to her politely.

"As long as you help her put on this bridal makeup and let her finish her wedding beautifully, your reward will not be less."

Gao Yue crossed her arms, implying Fan Bingzhi.

In fact, Gao Yue didn't need to hint, Fan Bingzhi also knew the importance of this makeup trial.

Who is the Song family?It is a class that she will never touch no matter how many stars she draws.

As long as she takes this step, her career can go to a higher level.

"Don't worry, I will take care of it."

Fan Bingzhi brought Ling Zhaozhao into the dressing room with a smile.

Gao Yue knew that some makeup artists didn't like idle people watching, so she simply waited outside the door.

Ling Zhaozhao sat on the chair, smelled a pungent scent of perfume at the tip of his nose, and couldn't help but sneezed.

And the assistant Shao Zhilan who was standing next to Fan Bingzhi opened the window of the dressing room a little more silently.

Ling Zhaozhao noticed Shao Zhilan's small movements and smiled at her.

"Thank you."

Shao Zhilan's delicate face was stained with a blush, she bit her lip, as if she didn't know what to say.

"Stand farther away, and don't block me from putting on makeup for Mrs. Song."

Seeing the interaction between Ling Zhaozhao and Shao Zhilan, Fan Bingzhi's expression turned ugly for some reason.

The blush on Shao Zhilan's face faded quickly, and she stepped aside, silently preparing the things that will be used later.

Fan Bingzhi first put a mask on Ling Zhaozhao, and then took advantage of this spare time to chat with Ling Zhaozhao.

"I don't know if Mrs. Song has read the latest issue of Yuanfeng magazine? The interview between you and Mr. Song is really enviable."

Ling Zhaozhao naturally read the latest issue of Yuanfeng Magazine. The interview was indeed well done, and the pictures were taken like a photo.

Ling Zhaozhao also specially bought the hardcover version to keep at home.

In the past few days, topics about Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao have once again rushed to the hot search list because of this interview.

Song Mingzhe was even rated as the national husband, the man whom countless women dream of marrying.

As for Ling Zhaozhao, the Internet is even more envious and jealous.

But Ling Zhaozhao's appearance was there, and they had nowhere to complain, they could only find some trivial things to talk about.

But in the end, there were no waves, and the majority of people blessed Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao leaned back on the chair, feeling sleepy again, she could only nod her head as a response.

Fan Bingzhi didn't seem to expect Ling Zhaozhao to be so cold, and the smile froze on his face.

"I'm going to the bathroom. Mrs. Song should take a good rest first."

Fan Bingzhi smiled awkwardly, and looked at Shao Zhilan with unfriendly eyes.

"You are watching the time here, don't be lazy."

When Shao Zhilan heard Fan Bingzhi's words, she nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Ling Zhaozhao was dozing off, when suddenly a soft voice came from beside his ear.

"Mrs. Song, you might feel better if you drink some honey water."

Ling Zhaozhao opened his eyes and was a little dazed when he saw the glass of honey water.

"I see that you are not feeling well, so I poured you a glass of honey water on my own initiative."

Shao Zhilan grabbed the corner of her clothes nervously, as if she was a little scared.

"Thank you."

Ling Zhaozhao saw her nervousness and comforted her softly.

Now she really wants to drink something sweet to suppress the nausea in her heart.

Shao Zhilan's heart was touched when she heard Ling Zhaozhao's gentle words.

Few people would be so amiable to her little assistant, and would only treat Fan Bingzhi with courtesy.

And Ling Zhaozhao's actions inevitably made her feel cared for.

"Mrs. Song's eyebrows and eyes are very good. Maybe there is no need to make the eye makeup too thick, just a little makeup."

Shao Zhilan seemed inspired, and boldly expressed her thoughts.

Fan Bingzhi, who had just walked in, heard Shao Zhilan's words, anger was written on his face.

"What nonsense is your little assistant talking here?!"

Her voice was a little sharp, which made Ling Zhaozhao frown unavoidably.

Before she came here, she had heard that Fan Bingzhi was a good-natured makeup artist, but now it seems that there is a big discrepancy with the rumors.