The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe's deep words rang in Ling Zhaozhao's ears, tickling, making Ling Zhaozhao shrink back unavoidably.

Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that pregnancy would leave scars on his stomach and body, so he paid special attention to this aspect on weekdays.

Either with essential oils, or with expensive skin care products, all in all, after this period of time, her skin has become more delicate and fairer.

And Song Mingzhe was also afraid that she would be tired, and he would personally do this kind of thing on weekdays.

Ling Zhaozhao hummed, found a comfortable position and continued to lie down.

Song Mingzhe looked at her unmoved, frowned lightly, and ran his fingertips up and down Ling Zhaozhao's stomach.

Ling Zhaozhao's stomach was already slightly swollen, and it felt good to the touch.

Ling Zhaozhao was about to turn the next page, but found that the fingers on her stomach were turning lightly and heavy, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Ling Zhaozhao put down the magazine, and wanted to touch the messy hand, but saw a lively scene.

Song Mingzhe's strong chest dangled brightly in front of her like this, his chest muscles trembled, and the perfect abdominal muscles were within reach.

Seeing Song Mingzhe's broad shoulders and narrow back, Ling Zhaozhao swallowed subconsciously.

"What are you doing in this dress? It's colorful, like a beautiful peacock."

Ling Zhaozhao was afraid that he would continue to think about it, so he quickly shifted his gaze and landed on the clothes on Song Mingzhe.

Ling Zhaozhao bought this dress for Song Mingzhe on a whim when they were going to play. Although it was very colorful, Song Mingzhe wore it with a special meaning.

She knew that Song Mingzhe's wardrobe was full of silent tones of black and gray, and such bright colors were rare.

But she doesn't like those dull colors the least, so she wants to infect Song Mingzhe with her favorite colors.

Song Mingzhe resisted at first, but seeing Ling Zhaozhao's high spirits and unable to hold back Ling Zhaozhao's compliment, he nodded in agreement.

Ling Zhaozhao thought that this dress would be left unused in the closet when he bought it, but he didn't expect that Song Mingzhe would take the initiative to put it on one day.

However, when Song Mingzhe put it on, he was flamboyant like a peacock courting a mate.

"I'm really courting."

Song Mingzhe seemed to have guessed what Ling Zhaozhao was thinking, and smiled lowly.

It's like bewitching people's hearts.

"If you think it's a flower, I'll take it off."

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao's attention was no longer on the magazine, Song Mingzhe said in a good mood.

Before Ling Zhaozhao could speak to stop him, he saw Song Mingzhe take off his shirt neatly.

"Wait……"

Before Ling Zhaozhao could say the words, he saw the scene in front of him.

Although Ling Zhaozhao had seen it many times, he couldn't help but blush every time.

However, Song Mingzhe was still holding an upright gentleman, sitting still, and gently applied essential oil for her.

"The air conditioner is a bit low, you'd better put on your clothes, lest you catch a cold."

Ling Zhaozhao's voice became softer and softer, and he didn't dare to look at Song Mingzhe's tanned skin.

This is not helping her apply essential oils, it is clearly tempting her to commit a crime.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't think he was a pure-hearted person, and he was teased by Song Mingzhe on weekdays.

Now that she is pregnant, she hasn't touched Song Mingzhe for a while, not to mention that she has secreted a lot of hormones recently, which makes her feel even more itchy.

"No, I like it that way."

Song Mingzhe's light words directly disrupted what Ling Zhaozhao wanted to say next.

Ling Zhaozhao bit her lip, feeling the touch on her body, and the feeling of two layers of ice and fire kept growing in her heart for a while.

"Aren't you excited to see those male models? Huh?"

Song Mingzhe spoke coolly, and his tone was even more chilling than the [-]-degree air conditioner.

The essential oil on Ling Zhaozhao's stomach was almost touched, so he shifted his position and landed on Ling Zhaozhao's thigh.

Ling Zhaozhao was so excited that he almost retracted his leg, but Song Mingzhe grabbed his ankle viciously, making him unable to move.

She could hear the sourness in Song Mingzhe's tone, which made it a little funny.

"I didn't look at their figures, I just thought the accessories they wore were very special, and I just wanted to take a closer look."

Song Mingzhe didn't say anything, she really didn't realize that she had overturned the jealous jar of the man in front of her.

What's more, who would be jealous because his wife looked at fashion magazines a few more times?

Although Ling Zhaozhao also felt that the shooting style above was very bold.

"What's more, theirs are not as comfortable as yours."

The more Ling Zhaozhao spoke, the more vigorous he became, and he moved his hands out of itching, and grabbed Song Mingzhe's chest.

Her original intention was to tease Song Mingzhe, she didn't want to, but she didn't expect Song Mingzhe to hold her down.

"How comfortable is it?"

Song Mingzhe raised his eyebrows, let go of her hand, and slowly applied essential oil to her thighs.

The essential oil was cold and had a unique fragrance, which made Ling Zhaozhao feel dizzy.

She clearly felt that her body temperature was not high, but she unexpectedly felt a fire burning in her heart.

"It's hard to comment. After all, I haven't played it before, and I don't know if it still feels the same as before."

Ling Zhaozhao said pretending to be light, and leaned lazily on the sofa.

Anyway, everyone is looking forward to plum blossoms to quench their thirst, so we can't let her suffer alone.

Song Mingzhe knew that Ling Zhaozhao was full of bad water, so he couldn't help pinching Ling Zhaozhao's calf.

Ling Zhaozhao was already sensitive, so he couldn't help crying out in pain when he pinched him like this.

"You know that remembering me is the best."

Song Mingzhe covered her dress, looked away, and found a random dress to put on.

Whether it's the male model in the magazine or that Yun Qian, they can't compare to him.

Seeing Song Mingzhe put his clothes back on in the blink of an eye, Ling Zhaozhao even buttoned them up tightly, feeling a little anxious.

what is this?

Provoking her and not being responsible for putting out the fire?

For the first time in his life, Ling Zhaozhao felt unspeakable suffering.

Biansheng Song Mingzhe pretended to be innocent, looked at her with his eyes open, and asked her what was wrong.

"Ask, ask, you big-headed ghost."

Ling Zhaozhao snorted angrily, and threw the magazine in Song Mingzhe's arms.

Big bad, bad man!

Ling Zhaozhao scolded Song Mingzhe [-] times in his heart, and then went back to the room wearing slippers.

Song Mingzhe was dazed by her actions, and didn't know what happened.

Holding the magazine that Ling Zhaozhao threw to him, he couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

It seems that he has to find some time to ask the doctor how to regulate the emotions of pregnant women during pregnancy so as not to fluctuate too much.

"Women are such strange creatures."

Song Mingzhe muttered, and casually threw the magazine into the trash can.