The president's pet daughter

He prolonged the ending, as if he had brought this ambiguous and intriguing atmosphere to the extreme.

Ling Zhaozhao took the drink from his hand, took a sip, and his lips were a little wet.

"Doesn't it look good?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly, pretending to be calm and tugging at Song Mingzhe.

Gao Yue said that she wanted to inadvertently touch a man's heartstrings.

Now that she has put on the dress, there is no turning back.

Her beauty can be her 36 strategies to attack the city, and it can also be a sharp weapon to pull Gaoling Zhihua off the altar.

Lonely men and widows live together in one room, the right time and place have already arrived.

It's just a reconciliation.

The familiar scent lingered in Song Mingzhe's nose. He lowered his eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of Ling Zhaozhao's slender legs, and his throat tightened suddenly.

He didn't know whether Ling Zhaozhao really didn't know or was just pretending to be stupid.

She dresses like this, as long as a normal man can't control it, right?

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't see his expression, nor could he figure out what he was thinking.

No way, can't this take him down?

Based on her experience of reading so many novels, Song Mingzhe should be obsessed with her beauty and unable to extricate himself at this time.

"I say……"

Ling Zhaozhao bit his lip, wanting to take a few steps forward to get closer to him.

If he doesn't look at her, she still wants him to look at her.

She walked a little fast, but she didn't notice that there was a small coffee table not far away. The legs of the small coffee table were slightly raised.

Caught off guard, her foot suddenly hit the table leg firmly, and then she slipped, and sat down straight to the side.

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's exclamation, it was too late to grab her.

Ling Zhaozhao fell unsightly like this.

"Hey—it hurts."

Ling Zhaozhao was in so much pain that tears were about to come out.

She fell to the ground, clutching her swollen ankle, her pained expression didn't seem fake.

Woohoo, why every time she seduces a man, there are always such and such accidents!

Subconsciously, Song Mingzhe wanted to hug Ling Zhaozhao who was sitting on the ground, but all he could see was Ling Zhaozhao's naked skin like cream.

He thought for a while, picked up the suit jacket at hand, and wrapped Ling Zhaozhao tightly.

Ling Zhaozhao, who was so painful that he was about to cry:?

This man's defense is really strong, and he didn't forget to distance himself from her at this time.

He picked up Ling Zhaozhao and put it on the sofa, looking at her swollen ankle and frowning slightly.

Ling Zhaozhao has always been afraid of pain, even if she got an injection, she would cry from the pain.

Not to mention twisted feet.

"I won't be unable to walk in the future."

Ling Zhaozhao's tone was a little aggrieved, and he looked at Song Mingzhe with tears in his eyes.

Song Mingzhe stretched out his hand to touch it, and observed Ling Zhaozhao's expression by the way.

Fortunately, it just looked scary on the surface, but it didn't really hurt the bones.

He dug out the medicine box at home, washed his hands, and prepared to give Ling Zhaozhao some bruises.

"It's okay, don't be so delicate, Ling Zhaozhao."

He unscrewed the medicine bottle and glanced at Ling Zhaozhao who was about to cry.

He didn't want to see Ling Zhaozhao's tears, because there would be an indescribable emotion in his heart.

Stuffy, unable to dissolve, seemed to be affected by Ling Zhaozhao.

"But it really hurts, and it's not that you sprained your foot."

"If I can't walk, you won't be responsible for me."

Ling Zhaozhao pursed his lips, looking at the baggy suit on his body, he wanted to cry even more.

She must be crazy to fall in love with such an incomprehensible man.

And made himself so embarrassed.

"Will do."

Song Mingzhe's fingertips swept across the red and swollen area, and these words came out suddenly.

His movements were very gentle, and even Ling Zhaozhao's piercing pain dissipated a lot.

Ling Zhaozhao's tears reached the corners of his eyes and he held back.

He seemed to say that he would be responsible, right?

"I fell at your house, you have to take care of me until I recover."

Song Mingzhe let out a muffled laugh when he heard what Ling Zhaozhao said.

"it is good."

As long as she doesn't cry, everything is fine.

Ling Zhaozhao heard the connivance in his words, and couldn't help being slightly dazed.

Has she actually succeeded a little?

At least he is not so repulsive now.

But she didn't dare to confirm, and she was afraid that it was her own wishful thinking.

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and some tentative and cautious emotions surged between the two of them.

After Song Mingzhe helped Ling Zhaozhao with the good medicine, he leaned over and carried her upstairs, and walked to the guest room step by step.

Ling Zhaozhao grabbed the shirt on Song Mingzhe's chest, and hid his flushed face in his arms.

It was the first time for her to be hugged like this, and she could even clearly feel Song Mingzhe's strong heartbeat.

Her heartbeat seemed to be at the same frequency as his, and some unspeakable emotions were quietly breaking out.

Song Mingzhe gently put her on the bed, and when he saw the suit jacket on her, his lips curled up.

Ling Zhaozhao seemed to feel Song Mingzhe's gaze, she rolled into the quilt and returned Song Mingzhe's suit jacket to him.

Song Mingzhe picked up the jacket filled with her breath, as if he remembered something, with a serious expression.

"Don't wear it like this again."

Ling Zhaozhao poked his head out from under the quilt, his face was flushed, and he blinked at him.

"why?"

But I was secretly guessing in my heart.

Could it be that she finds it too alluring?So he won't allow it?

Song Mingzhe received Ling Zhaozhao's curious and scrutinizing gaze, and his deep eyes moved slightly away from Ling Zhaozhao's face.

He gave a reason that even he thought was a little ridiculous.

"It's cold, you'll catch a cold if you wear it like this."

Ling Zhaozhao: ...

Sure enough, what good things could she expect this incomprehensible man to say?

"Yeah, I see, you go to rest, good night."

Ling Zhaozhao responded perfunctorily, and even yawned.

She is indeed a little tired.

Song Mingzhe backed out of the door and glanced at the suit on his arm.

The scent of the shower gel was intertwined with the unique fragrance of her body, and it smelled surprisingly good.

He recalled the scene of carrying her upstairs through the suit in order not to offend her.

Although separated by a piece of clothing, he felt that the temperature of his fingertips on Ling Zhaozhao's body was terribly hot.

And the smooth skin that he accidentally touched also made his blood churn and scream.

Song Mingzhe's eyes darkened, and he let go of a button on his chest.

It's been a long time since autumn, but he unexpectedly felt a little dry and hot.

I don't know if it's because of the weather or because of the people.

He walked to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and took a cold shower in silence.