The president's pet daughter

It was finally the rest day, and this day was also a day that Ling Zhaozhao was looking forward to.

Because this day was the day Song Mingzhe took the initiative to ask her out.

Not only did Ling Zhaozhao get up early in the morning to dress up exquisitely, he even learned how to make small cakes from Yunmei.

As the saying goes, to grab a man is to grab his stomach.

Ling Zhaozhao took this sentence seriously.

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao was so concerned about going on a date with Song Mingzhe, the corners of Yunmei's mouth didn't even twitch.

He not only collected his kitchen skills, but also taught Ling Zhaozhao some ways to manage his relationship.

Hearing this, Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback for a while.

When she walked out of the house carrying the incomparably exquisite lunch box and saw Song Mingzhe, a smile appeared on her lips.

Song Mingzhe was wearing a gray suit today, but he lost a bit of his former austerity.

He looked at Ling Zhaozhao's specially dressed appearance, his brows raised slightly.

He did not expect that Ling Zhaozhao would be so well dressed.

But it's okay, it's more formal this way.

Wearing a pink tutu skirt, Ling Zhaozhao, who dressed himself up like a delicate doll, helped the bow on the back of his head. After making sure that everything was in order, he stepped into the car gracefully.

"Wait where shall we go first?"

Ling Zhaozhao obediently fastened the seat belt on the co-pilot and asked.

"Go eat first."

Song Mingzhe checked the time, and arrived there just in time for lunch.

Along the way, Ling Zhaozhao imagined that Song Mingzhe would book a super romantic restaurant, and then the two of them could have lunch together in an extremely wonderful atmosphere.

Next, they will go to the amusement park to have fun, and then she will take out the small cakes she made at the right time, completely impressing Song Mingzhe with her cooking skills.

But when the car drove to the door of that retro, low-key and expensive villa, her eyebrows suddenly jumped.

"I'm going to see my uncle later, you know what to do."

Song Mingzhe looked sideways at Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao:? ? ?

No, why did he suddenly want to see his uncle?

"Didn't it mean to eat?"

"Now they should have lunch ready."

"Didn't you say to play?"

"There is a horse farm near here, if you want to play, you can."

Ling Zhaozhao's smile froze fiercely on her face.

So, she fancied a sweet date for almost a week, and it turned out to be a joke?

Just when Ling Zhaozhao was in embarrassment, Shen Zhihe and Shen Xingxi came out, followed by a gentle lady in a dark green cheongsam.

"You are here. I just said whether I should call and ask where you are."

Shen Zhihe, who was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, looked extraordinarily refined and spirited, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and he looked kind and loving.

He looked Ling Zhaozhao up and down, and a look of amazement flashed across his eyes.

I have to say that his nephew's aesthetics and vision are pretty good.

But Shen Xingxi's eyes showed playfulness and curiosity, and he couldn't help but look at Ling Zhaozhao a few more times.

"What a beautiful little girl, I don't know what to call her."

Zhou Qing frowned, and walked up to Ling Zhaozhao. The dark green cheongsam showed her beautiful figure at a glance, her hair was coiled up high, and a jasper hairpin was inserted obliquely, adding a bit of gentleness and nobility.

She has always wanted a daughter, but God did not fulfill her wish.

The appearance of Ling Zhaozhao simply fulfilled her daughter's dream indirectly.

If she had a daughter, she must be so beautiful and well-behaved.

"Aunt, her name is Ling Zhaozhao, she is my girlfriend."

Song Mingzhe put his arms around Ling Zhaozhao's shoulders, and said calmly.

Then he introduced Shen Zhihe and Shen Xingxi to Ling Zhaozhao in a low voice.

"The one on the left is my uncle, and the one on the right is my cousin."

Hearing this girlfriend, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help twitching his mouth.

All right, the director has already started directing the play. As a qualified actor, he should also devote himself to the play.

"Hello, uncle, aunt, and cousin. This is a small cake I made with my own hands. I don't know if it suits your taste."

The corner of Ling Zhaozhao's mouth curled up, and he called everyone sweetly, and handed the cake in his hand to Zhou Qing.

Whoever told someone not to tell her clearly, that person would not be blessed to enjoy this delicacy.

Zhou Qing smelled the sweet honey and creamy smell, and couldn't help being surprised and happy, looking at Ling Zhaozhao with eyes full of love and emotion.

"You have a heart, I really like this kind of cake."

Ling Zhaozhao was stunned.

Isn't it, this can make her hit by mistake?

"It's as long as my aunt likes it. I also heard Mingzhe mention it inadvertently, and I was worried that you would not like it."

After finishing speaking, Ling Zhaozhao gave Song Mingzhe a shy look.

Song Mingzhe looked back, his lips curled up.

He didn't mean to mention it?

He also said that his acting skills are superb, and it seems that she is not bad either.

Seeing that Zhou Qing was so satisfied with Ling Zhaozhao, Shen Zhihe couldn't help but smile.

"Let's eat first, and talk while eating."

Ling Zhaozhao nodded with a smile, and took Song Mingzhe's arm with his hand.

"Mingzhe, let's go eat, I'm hungry too."

For a moment, Song Mingzhe suddenly remembered the scene when he first arrived at Ling's house.

Fate is really wonderful, the scene today is just like it was at the beginning.

It's just that the identities of the two have been reversed.

He lowered his eyes to suppress the surging emotions, the curvature of the corner of his mouth gradually enlarged, and he said hello.

restaurant.

"I don't know what Zhaozhao you like to eat, so I asked the chef to make some casually. Do these dishes suit Zhaozhao's taste?"

Shen Zhihe sat at the head seat at the dinner table, and asked with a pleasant face.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the table full of delicacies from mountains and seas, and suddenly realized that Shen Zhihe's casualness was similar to that of his mother's adult.

"Thank you Uncle, I like them all, as long as Mingzhe likes to eat, I like to eat too."

While talking, Ling Zhaozhao added vegetables to Song Mingzhe's bowl.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyebrows with a playful expression.

Is she going to be a good girlfriend for 24 filial piety now?

"What's the matter, Mingzhe, don't you like these dishes? If you don't like them, then don't attack me in front of so many people..."

Ling Zhaozhao's tone suddenly became a little aggrieved, and he looked at Song Mingzhe with a bit of panic in his eyes.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's cautious appearance, Zhou Qing, who was sitting next to her, was about to break his heart.

"Zhao Zhao, don't worry about him, he has always had a bad temper, so it's hard for you. It's okay, with my aunt here, he doesn't dare to lose his temper with you."

Zhou Qing stroked Ling Zhaozhao's beautiful hair, with an expression as if he was pampering his own daughter, and couldn't help but glared at Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe: ...

He vaguely felt that this scene was a little too familiar.