The president's pet daughter

Until Ling Zhaozhao was about to leave, Zhou Qing and Shen Zhihe were still full of reluctance.

"Zhaozhao, the first time we met, my aunt didn't have anything good to give you, so I'll give you this family heirloom of the Shen family. It was originally prepared for Mingzhe's future daughter-in-law."

Zhou Qing took out an exquisite brocade box, in which lay a clear and warm jade bracelet.

Even someone like Ling Zhaozhao, who doesn't understand jade, can tell that this bracelet is expensive.

Song Mingzhe looked at the brocade box, his eyes dimmed.

It was left by his mother.

"Auntie, it's too expensive, I can't accept it."

Ling Zhaozhao was a little flattered.

She is just Song Mingzhe's fake girlfriend now, and she is not really with Song Mingzhe. It is not good to accept this family heirloom for no reason.

She cast a look at Song Mingzhe for help.

"Take it."

Song Mingzhe, who was silent, suddenly spoke.

Ling Zhaozhao's heart skipped a beat again.

Does he know what it means to accept this?

But also, if you keep refusing, it will make people suspicious.

"Then thank you, aunt."

With a sweet smile on Ling Zhaozhao's face, he apologized obediently.

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao's words, Zhou Qing smiled and put the bracelet on Ling Zhaozhao's hand.

The transparent and clear bracelet made Ling Zhaozhao's wrist more fair and slender.

"It's very nice. If Mingzhe bullies you or treats you badly in the future, remember to tell your aunt and uncle that we are on your side."

Shen Zhihe said with a smile.

Song Mingzhe also mentioned the situation of Ling Zhaozhao's family to him in the study. Although he was not a wealthy family, as long as he was a good person and had a good personality, he didn't care much about other conditions.

Most importantly, Song Mingzhe likes her.

He had seen his sister and Song Jianguo tear apart a complete family because of conflicts of interest, so he naturally didn't want his nephew to follow in his sister's footsteps.

Even if the old man Song Jianguo disagreed, he would support his nephew.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help blinking when he heard the inexplicably familiar words.

Good guy, she vaguely felt that the favor she lost in her own family because of Song Mingzhe was regained in Shen's family.

"Will not."

With a smile on his face, Song Mingzhe looked down at Ling Zhaozhao, his cold eyes were full of doting at the moment.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't tell the truth of this sentence, but his heart still jumped a little bit, but he suddenly remembered the love history that he didn't allow Shen Xingxi to talk about.

Is it possible that the reason why she finds Song Mingzhe so provocative is because he has practiced many times?

Thinking that Song Mingzhe might be a seasoned lover, Ling Zhaozhao was a little discouraged.

Although this did not hinder her liking for Song Mingzhe, it also gave her a sense of frustration.

Maybe she was too narrow-minded, so narrow-minded that she wished that Song Mingzhe could only have her in his past and future.

When she was sitting in Song Mingzhe's car, this sense of frustration still enveloped her somewhat.

She touched the bracelet on her wrist, as if mustering up her courage, stared at Song Mingzhe's side face, and asked with a serious face.

She never liked to hide her words. Since this matter did not affect her liking for Song Mingzhe, she simply asked to understand.

Whether it's a veteran in the field of love or a blank sheet of paper, she doesn't want to have an inexplicable barrier between Song Mingzhe and Song Mingzhe.

"Do you have many ex-girlfriends?"

Song Mingzhe didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao to ask this question suddenly, and almost hit the brakes.

He parked the car on the side of the road, as if he understood something, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

The light from the street lamp poured down and shone on his god-like handsome face, adding a bit of indescribable helplessness.

"I do not have."

He looked into Ling Zhaozhao's eyes and said word by word.

"I never had an ex-girlfriend."

He always finds people who ask him relationship questions stupid and boring, so he never explains them.

But for some reason, when Ling Zhaozhao asked, he answered seriously without thinking.

And also twice.

Ling Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of Song Mingzhe's provocative and unknowing actions again, he couldn't help muttering.

"Then you are really talented."

Song Mingzhe couldn't hear clearly, and frowned slightly.

"What did you say?"

"I said the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

Ling Zhaozhao raised his eyes to look at the sky, saw the bright moon hanging high, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Song Mingzhe didn't understand why the topic suddenly jumped to the moon.

But Ling Zhaozhao's thinking kept jumping, and he got used to it.

"Well, it's beautiful."

He responded casually, and then glanced at Ling Zhaozhao.

Her delicate bow dangled behind her head, making her extra petite and cute. There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and the dimples on both sides were faintly visible.

His gaze moved down slightly, and seeing that fair and slender neck, he vaguely remembered her trembling back that night.

He suddenly felt that the beauty of the moonlight was nothing more than this.

At least less than one ten-thousandth of the people around him.

Ling Zhaozhao's good mood lasted until the car drove to the door of Ling's house.

When she saw that all the lights in her small western-style building were turned off and it was completely dark, her right eyelid twitched violently.

Song Mingzhe also noticed something unusual, he looked at the time, and looked at Ling Zhaozhao with some doubts.

"Does your family go to bed at 08:30?"

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know how to answer this question, and had a vague premonition in his heart, so he gave an awkward smile, picked up his cell phone, and dialed the number of his mother, Yunmei.

"Mom, why is there no one in our house?"

Yunmei seemed to be in a very noisy environment and couldn't hear Ling Zhaozhao's words clearly, making Ling Zhaozhao repeat it again.

"Oh, what are you talking about? Didn't your dad tell you that our family is going to camp by the sea these two days? Maybe you forgot, don't you have the key?"

Ling Zhaozhao: ...

Doesn't the whole family include her, can they forget to notify her?

"Mom, I'm in a hurry to go out today, and I don't have a key with me."

Ling Zhaozhao tried his best to calm down his mentality, and said as calmly as possible.

"Then you can stay at Xiao Song's house for one night, and we will go back tomorrow afternoon."

Yunmei said disapprovingly, and did not forget to dislike Ling Zhaozhao.

"I didn't say that, how can anyone go home and live on a date?"

Ling Zhaozhao's blood pressure was about to rise.

"Honey, the fish is ready, come and eat."

Ling Shiyi's cheerful voice came from the phone.

Yunmei happily responded, and then hung up Ling Zhaozhao's call readily.

Happiness belongs to them, only Ling Zhaozhao is sad now.

Ling Zhaozhao twitched the corners of his mouth, and showed Song Mingzhe a smile uglier than crying.

"Little Song Zi, do you mind if there is another beautiful woman staying in your house tonight?"