The president's pet daughter

Since Song Mingzhe came to this small town, he has been completely reduced to a family husband.

His culinary skills improved, and Ling Zhaozhao's sweet mouth coaxed Song Mingzhe to go to the kitchen willingly to wash his hands and make soup every day.

It made Song Mingzhe familiar to the vegetable markets around them, and even sent Song Mingzhe some side dishes from time to time.

After all, with Song Mingzhe's face, it's hard not to be given some favors.

Song Mingzhe strolled to a maternity clothing store with a vegetable basket that didn't fit him.

Ling Zhaozhao complained to him that now his stomach is getting bigger and bigger, and the beautiful clothes he used to have can no longer fit.

Although Song Mingzhe also arranged a lot of clothes for Ling Zhaozhao, there are always enough clothes for women.

Ling Zhaozhao's current size flashed silently in Song Mingzhe's mind, and he looked at these colorful maternity clothes in silence.

"Sir, we have all kinds of maternity clothes here, you can choose slowly."

The owner came out and greeted enthusiastically.

She recognized Song Mingzhe as a tourist who had just settled here in the past few days. After all, the appearances of Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao were really eye-catching in this small town.

"I don't know what your wife likes? Do you like to look slim, or to look fair?"

The shopkeeper observed Song Mingzhe's expression and introduced him carefully.

Song Mingzhe thought about the two options given by the shop owner.

Although Ling Zhaozhao is approaching the third trimester of her pregnancy, her figure is still very good. Except for her belly getting bigger, she doesn't need to choose clothes that look slim if she thinks about it, so that this little workman won't think too much.

Thinking of Ling Zhaozhao's random thoughts recently, Song Mingzhe couldn't help pursing his lips.

As for being white...

Song Mingzhe thought of Ling Zhaozhao's white and shiny skin, and his throat rolled unconsciously.

She is white enough that she doesn't need much touch-ups.

Song Mingzhe glanced at it, apparently not satisfied with the shopkeeper's proposal.

The shop owner could also see that Song Mingzhe was a picky person, so he couldn't say anything, so he could only quietly step aside.

For such picky customers, we can only wait for him to slowly discover the beauty of the store.

Song Mingzhe looked at the dazzling array of clothes in front of him, and for the first time felt that choosing clothes for a woman was such a troublesome thing.

In the past, he only knew the brands that Ling Zhaozhao loved to wear, and every season he would send people the latest new products.

But it's different now, he has to pick out some of these clothes that are most suitable for Ling Zhaozhao.

It is also possible that none of them can be picked out.

Song Mingzhe's fingertips flicked over these clothes, and suddenly stopped.

It was a purple knee-length dress.

When Song Mingzhe first saw it, he didn't feel too surprised, but just felt that this style was quite satisfactory.

There are no extra puff sleeves, shoulderless, and no folds specially made to cover the stomach. The straight version is more slim.

But what is different about its body is a string of silver chains.

There are even a few bells hanging behind the chain, which will make a crisp sound when shaken slightly.

The shop owner saw Song Mingzhe standing in front of this one, and felt that this one was a little ordinary compared to other styles in the store.

"Sir, this one is not bad, why don't you bring one more?"

The owner came up with another maternity dress that was selling well.

Song Mingzhe glanced critically at the long wine red dress, his brows and eyes were full of indifference.

"This is what I want."

That long purple dress was just enough to reveal Ling Zhaozhao's immaculate white arms.

Song Mingzhe always felt that every part of Ling Zhaozhao's body was beautiful.

Thinking of Ling Zhaozhao shaking those arms like lotus root joints in front of him, Song Mingzhe's eyes became a little dim.

He has always felt that the color purple is very attractive to wear on Ling Zhaozhao's body.

Although the shop owner didn't quite understand Song Mingzhe's aesthetics, he still packaged it honestly for him.

When Song Mingzhe got home, Ling Zhaozhao was waiting at the door wearing slippers, and gave him a big hug as soon as he opened the door.

"I knew it was you when I heard the keys."

Ling Zhaozhao nestled in his arms, looked up at him, with endless light in his eyes.

The weather has not been very good these few days, and there is a sense of rain coming. Ling Zhaozhao doesn't like to turn on the lights during the day, so the room looks a little dark at this moment.

A breeze blew in from the window, lifted Ling Zhaozhao's beautiful hair, and lightly brushed Song Mingzhe's neck, making him itchy.

"Just wait for me obediently next time, don't be at the door, lest you fall."

Song Mingzhe touched her swollen belly and said softly.

He is now afraid that Ling Zhaozhao will bump into him and accidentally hurt himself.

"I'm already very careful. I'm almost turning into a piglet after staying at home these few days."

Seeing Song Mingzhe holding his favorite fruit in his hand, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling elated.

Because of the typhoon these days, Ling Zhaozhao just stayed at home obediently, waiting wholeheartedly for Song Mingzhe to feed him.

Her greatest joy every day is to wait at the door for Song Mingzhe to come back.

Although Song Mingzhe said that Ling Zhaozhao didn't need to wait at the door, Ling Zhaozhao could feel it, so Song Mingzhe would be very happy.

Song Mingzhe is not a person with extroverted emotions, all his emotions are very restrained, because of this, Ling Zhaozhao is willing to do things that will make Song Mingzhe happy.

"what is this."

Ling Zhaozhao stuffed a piece of fruit into his mouth, and looked at the unremarkable bag in Song Mingzhe's hand.

It doesn't look like a dish.

"New clothes for you."

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, and handed it to Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao was worrying that the jewelry he had bought these days had no clothes to match, and when he heard that Song Mingzhe had bought new clothes for himself, the corners of his mouth almost grinned to the back of his head.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingzhe was quite good, and even knew to bring her a new dress.

May I ask which woman would not be tempted by new clothes?

Ling Zhaozhao took the bag and happily went to the room to change it. After Song Mingzhe put the dishes away, he sat on the sofa and waited quietly for Ling Zhaozhao.

Not long after, Ling Zhaozhao came out of the room.

"I'm not very good at handling this chain."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the messy silver chain on his body with some distress, feeling like he couldn't do anything.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's clothes, and it was just as he imagined, his eyes could not help but be stained with strange emotions.

"Stand still, I'll do it."

Song Mingzhe's voice was a little hoarse. He stood up from the sofa and walked in front of Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao felt Song Mingzhe's breath, and suddenly remembered the first night in Song Mingzhe's manor that she was embarrassed because she couldn't zip up her clothes.

At that time, she was moved by Song Mingzhe's approach, and she is also the same now.