The president's pet daughter

Shen family.

Knowing that Ling Zhaozhao's pregnancy would inevitably make her feel a little bored, Zhou Qing simply used his own racecourse to invite some people over to play.

Ling Zhaozhao was lying on a deck chair under the shadow of a small umbrella, leisurely watching the horses running in the arena.

"Auntie, it seems that you invited more than familiar faces today."

Now that it's autumn, Ling Zhaozhao has already put on long sleeves, looking at the people who came to Shen's house today, he couldn't help asking questions.

Zhou Qing would also take her to play with her on weekdays and attend some wealthy parties and banquets, so Ling Zhaozhao still had an impression of some people.

But now it seems that there are always a few faces that Ling Zhaozhao is completely unfamiliar with.

"You also know that your uncle likes to make friends. I don't know which family he has befriended recently. It's his invitation anyway."

Zhou Qing pushed the fruit plate towards Ling Zhaozhao, and said casually.

Now Song Jianguo has almost handed over all the affairs of the Song family to Song Mingzhe, and he followed Shen Qiyu to go outside to be chic.

So now Zhou Qing takes Ling Zhaozhao with him whenever he is free, for fear that Ling Zhaozhao will feel bored.

This is what Song Mingzhe meant.

He became busy visibly with the naked eye, so Ling Zhaozhao naturally couldn't take care of it.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, looking at those figures galloping wildly on the field, he couldn't help being a little envious.

Last year, she was also able to run around freely in the Shen family's racecourse.

I heard that her little pony had grown a lot taller at that time, and turned into a beautiful big white horse.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao's envy, Zhou Qing couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Zhao Zhao, after you give birth after a while, you can choose the horses here. I will bring out your uncle's favorite horse for you to ride."

Shen Zhihe's favorite horse is a once-in-a-century horse. Ling Zhaozhao has also coveted it since he learned how to ride a horse.

"Then it's a deal. If uncle doesn't agree at that time, then you can take care of it for me, aunt."

Ling Zhaozhao took Zhou Qing's arm with a smile, and said with a friendly smile.

Zhou Qing can always bring her some surprises gently.

Zhou Qing looked at Ling Zhaozhao's posture as a little girl, and couldn't help but patted her on the head.

She doesn't have a daughter, so she likes Ling Zhaozhao's dependence on her so much.

Although there were quite a few people running on the racecourse, there were also some who just came to join in the fun and had no intention of going for a horse race.

As soon as these people were free, their mouths would be chattering non-stop.

Ling Zhaozhao was not far away, so he happened to be able to hear what they were talking about.

But it's nothing more than the fault of the parents of the host and the family of the west, and Ling Zhaozhao is a bit boring to listen to.

"Have you heard? It is said that Song Mingzhe, the heir of the Song family, is a strict wife."

I don't know who brought up this topic, which made the originally scattered gossip gathering place become united all of a sudden.

"Keep your voice down, we are at someone else's uncle's house now, some things can't be said indiscriminately."

"Yes, yes, so what about a strict wife? They are handsome, rich and good to their wives. Have you seen those photos of them together? It's so perfect."

Hearing these words, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Good guy, I didn't expect someone to knock her and Song Mingzhe's CP here.

"That's what I said, but a dignified man with so much property in his hands is so afraid of what his wife will do. I heard that he will accompany his wife after work, and he can push off social events whenever he can. No one can invite Mr. Song to dinner. "

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, as if agreeing with what this man said.

Song Mingzhe is indeed living a two-point and one-line life now, either in the company or on the way home.

She thought that Song Mingzhe was too busy to have time to socialize, but she didn't expect that it was he who pushed all these away.

It's no wonder that last time Mu Yang said something strange to Song Mingzhe, but Song Mingzhe kicked him out impatiently.

"In this case, either Mr. Song is a relatively clean person, or the person in the family is too strict. Anyway, I heard that the word Mrs. Song says most every day is the word "Madam", for fear that others will not agree with you. knew he was married."

When Ling Zhaozhao heard this half-joking sentence, he felt a little embarrassed.

Song Mingzhe is indeed a show-wife maniac through and through.

But now they have restrained a lot. When they first got married, Song Mingzhe wished that even the dogs on the side of the road would pull over to say that he was married.

Even on the phone with others, it's like how did you know I was married.

But these were not done by her, they were all done by Song Mingzhe voluntarily!

Ling Zhaozhao thought about it, or talk to Song Mingzhe at night, let him calm down a little, and don't let the voices outside go too far.

Although Song Mingzhe would mostly turn a deaf ear to it, Ling Zhaozhao felt that it would be better to mention some things.

"It's just jealousy, guess what you do so much."

A slightly sharp voice stood out from a group of gossip voices.

Ling Zhaozhao followed the voice and saw a person wearing a wine red dress with curly waves, a small and delicate face, and arrogance between his eyebrows.

"This is Qiao Yuying. It's also the first time I've seen her. Their family has just risen recently."

Zhou Qing also noticed what these snarky women were discussing, and couldn't help explaining it to Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded clearly.

For some reason, she vaguely felt a strong hostility from this Qiao Yuying.

"Keep your voice down, the Lord is sitting not far away, what are you talking about so loudly!"

A kind person tugged on Qiao Yuying's sleeve, signaling her to keep a low profile.

It was the first time for her to come to Shen's house to play, if she left a bad impression on the master's family here, maybe no one would dare to invite her to visit her in the future.

Although the people around Qiao Yuying gossiped a bit, they all knew the way of it, so they couldn't help but shut their mouths tacitly.

"What are you afraid of? What I said is true. Do you think anyone would be so afraid of his wife? Unless his wife is really jealous, that's why he will take care of it tightly and leave no room for it."

"It's just that she came from a small family, and I don't know where the capital came from to be jealous. If you are someone else's wife, you have to be generous, otherwise you will lose face if it spreads."

Qiao Yuying talked more and more vigorously, and the people around her gave up on her.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Qiao Yuying's words, he couldn't help feeling a little funny.

This is to persuade her to be a good wife and mother, to be considerate of Song Mingzhe, so that he can go out to socialize, and even have room to mess around?

Not only that, but she also has to be grateful for the fact that a rich family like the Song family has taken a fancy to a small family like her, and it is best to kowtow twice.

Obviously this Qiao Yuying's foundation is not deep, how could she have the nerve to talk about her family background?

Ling Zhaozhao's sharp gaze was instantly on Qiao Yuying.