The president's pet daughter

"Finally we can have a quiet meeting."

Seeing that everyone had gone out, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Now everyone's attention is on her, and she is wrapped up in so much love that she is at a loss.

But Ling Zhaozhao had a hunch that this was just the beginning.

Perhaps her baby has been fully arranged before it is born.

With the enthusiasm of the Ling family and the Song family, it is estimated that in two days she will have to make a plan for her child's future growth trajectory.

The more Ling Zhaozhao thought about it, the more he felt that his idea was not groundless.

She looked at the empty VIP wards with some headaches. Maybe it won't be long before these places will be filled with a steady stream of gifts.

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao's words, Song Mingzhe smiled slightly, sat by her bed, and held her hand.

"Zhao Zhao, I'm very happy."

He gently brushed away Ling Zhaozhao's hair, and looked at her softly.

Although Song Mingzhe's tone was not as ups and downs as expected, Ling Zhaozhao could also feel it from the strength with which he held his hand.

He is really happy.

Ling Zhaozhao knew very well that Song Mingzhe had always been short of words in expressing his emotions. His ability to say these words was enough to prove that he was too happy to think of any adjectives.

"You're still young, and you're so happy, so when you're born in the future, won't you be so happy that you're going crazy."

Ling Zhaozhao held his hand and said a little funny.

This was the first time she saw Song Mingzhe who was a bit clumsy, and she couldn't help feeling that he was cute like this, and her heart gradually moved closer to him.

"Probably they will."

Song Mingzhe said seriously word by word.

He also imagined having a child with Ling Zhaozhao, but when all this happened, he couldn't believe it.

He originally thought that he could always endure the hopeless darkness in his life, but he didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao to break the darkness for him and bring him into the sunshine again.

It feels so amazing.

"You have to stop your work for a while, and you have to take a good rest during these times, and you don't have to think so much about other things."

Song Mingzhe thought of the doctor's instructions just now, and felt a little worried.

The doctor said that if Ling Zhaozhao continued to work like this for a long time, maybe the child would lose his life, and the adult's body would also be hurt.

Whether the child can be kept or not is secondary, but Song Mingzhe only hopes that Ling Zhaozhao can be healthy.

Ling Zhaozhao thought of his career that had just started, and wanted to fight for it again, but seeing Song Mingzhe's resolute look, he didn't know how to speak when the words came to his lips.

"Ok."

Ling Zhaozhao was aggrieved and compromised.

After all, she is responsible for the unborn child.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's well-behaved appearance, Song Mingzhe couldn't help softening his heart. He touched her head and curled up his lips.

"But you can ask, as long as it doesn't bother you too much."

Now that Ling Zhaozhao has made a concession, he will also consciously take a step back.

He rarely had such peaceful moments, especially when he was with Ling Zhaozhao.

He could feel his own strong heartbeat, and he could also feel the seed called joy taking root and sprouting in his heart.

very nice.

Song Mingzhe recited these two words over and over again in his heart, unable to restrain his inner impulse.

It was the appearance of Ling Zhaozhao that made his concept of home clearer and more cherished.

"Do you like boys or girls?"

Ling Zhaozhao covered his lower abdomen and asked a somewhat silly question.

"like it all."

Song Mingzhe said without thinking.

Both boys and girls are fine, as long as they are his and Ling Zhaozhao's children.

"When he grows up, I will teach him to read and write, take him to ride a horse and play ball, and take him to see different places in the world with us."

Song Mingzhe's deep words were like mellow fine wine, which sounded particularly pleasant to Ling Zhaozhao's ears.

"Did you grow up like this when you were a child?"

Ling Zhaozhao didn't think too much about it, but felt that Song Mingzhe's description was too good, as if it was his childhood, so he asked.

After she finished asking this sentence, she realized that her question just now might arouse Song Mingzhe's sadness.

Shen Qiyu and Song Jianguo divorced when Song Mingzhe was very young. Song Jianguo has always been in a laissez-faire attitude towards Song Mingzhe, so how could he teach him to read, read, and play horseback riding.

"No, but this is what I longed for when I was a child, and I hope it can be realized in my children."

Song Mingzhe thought of his childhood, and didn't hold much resentment, but smiled with relief.

When he was a child, becoming good had always been his goal. He thought that as long as he was good enough, Song Jianguo would be able to see himself.

But he didn't expect that no matter how many awards he won or how much he achieved, Song Jianguo's eyes would always look at him indifferently.

Only then did Song Mingzhe realize that Song Jianguo didn't care much about whether he was good or not, but he didn't care about him at all.

Therefore, he will ignore all feelings.

Because he has no emotional sustenance, his life is more like a robot.

But now everything is different. He has hope and someone he wants to love, so he wants to make up for what he lacks in his child.

Ling Zhaozhao felt sour when he heard Song Mingzhe's words.

"Well, no matter what, we will grow up with him."

She grew up surrounded by love. Although she couldn't understand Song Mingzhe's feelings, she was willing to embrace him with her love.

Song Mingzhe stroked Ling Zhaozhao's fingertips, and when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, his heart softened even more.

"it is good."

His Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and the sunlight softly sprinkled on his body, outlining his figure.

But in his eyes, only Ling Zhaozhao's figure was reflected.

Ling Zhaozhao held his fingers together, his heart full of longing for the future.

"Do you think I won't be able to wear a wedding dress in a while?"

Ling Zhaozhao looked at his stomach in distress, with a delicate tone.

Although her month is not very old, this kind of thing is uncertain. What if her waistline becomes thicker?

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao's words, the haze in Song Mingzhe's heart was swept away, and the smile on his lips widened.

"If you can't wear it, let them change it."

Anyway, he has the ability to make money, and there is nothing he cannot do.

After Ling Zhaozhao fell asleep, Song Mingzhe's eyes became a little darker, and he walked out of the ward lightly.

"Rong Yuan, do something for me..."

Song Mingzhe stood in front of the ward, took out his mobile phone and called Rong Yuan.

He wanted to do some things slowly, but now that Ling Zhaozhao is pregnant, some things have to be accelerated.

These obstacles also have to be freed up to clean up.

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, suppressing the decisiveness in his eyes.