The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao thought that he would be questioned endlessly when he returned home, but he didn't expect that everyone's expression was unusually calm.

"Zhaozhao, have you had fun during this time? You really are a child. Xiao Song is so busy with work, and you still need someone to accompany you to stay outside for so long. What's so good about going out? What can I do?"

Yunmei babbled as soon as she came up, which made Ling Zhaozhao's nose a little sore.

She has been homesick for a while.

Song Mingzhe knew that Ling Zhaozhao wanted to save face, so he specially prepared clean and well-fitting clothes for her to change into on the way, and even tied a simple bun for her.

So much so that the Ling family didn't notice anything unusual.

"As soon as the child comes back, don't tell her so much. It's the first time Zhaozhao has played outside for so long. He must be tired. Stay at home these few days and don't go back. Take a good rest."

Even Ling Shiyi, who has always been calm, couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Your mother is just a knife-mouthed tofu heart. Knowing that you are coming back today, she specially prepared a large table of your favorite dishes. In the evening, your brothers and sisters-in-law will also come back. Our house has not been lively for a long time."

Ling Shiyi turned to Song Mingzhe and said lovingly.

"I don't know when the in-laws and mother-in-law will come back, so I can ask them to come over for dinner."

The Ling family's family banquets are always lively, and the food is delicious. Even Song Jianguo, who has always been picky, likes to come to the Ling family.

If Song Jianguo and Shen Qiyu hadn't gone on vacation, maybe they would really come over for dinner today.

"When they come back, I will definitely convey your meaning."

Song Mingzhe put his arms around Ling Zhaozhao, with a curl on his lips.

Hearing Ling Shiyi's words, Ling Zhaozhao glanced at Yunmei again, knowing that although Yunmei's words just now were complaining about her not being able to stay home, they were all thinking about her inside and out, so he couldn't hold back for a while, and lost his mind. A few tears.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao crying, Yunmei thought she was speaking too loudly, so she couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"You child, cry as soon as you say a few words, don't cry when you get home, it's unlucky."

"It was my mother who was wrong just now. She shouldn't have said that about you."

Yunmei said anxiously and distressedly.

Although she was strict with Ling Zhaozhao on weekdays, it was this daughter who was most distressed in her heart.

Ling Shiyi was also distressed at the side.

He quickly went to get some tissues and wanted to pass them to Ling Zhaozhao, but found that Song Mingzhe moved faster than him.

"do not Cry."

Song Mingzhe said in a gentle tone, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Ling Zhaozhao's eyes.

The old father Ling Shiyi stood aside, both relieved and sad.

What is gratifying is that even if he is gone in the future, his precious daughter will still be loved by others, but what is sad is that he is now crying for Ling Zhaozhao but there is nothing he can do.

"I just can't help but want to cry."

Ling Zhaozhao sniffed and said aggrievedly.

Since she became pregnant, she has become extremely sentimental, and a little mood swing will make her cry.

She thought that she had learned how to be calm during this period of time, but she didn't expect that she would still be the same when she returned home.

Song Mingzhe supported Ling Zhaozhao to sit her down on the sofa, and gently pinched her face.

"It's home now, don't be afraid."

During this period, even if she didn't talk about those tormenting times, she must have been a little scared.

So at home, these emotions will be infinitely magnified.

Ling Zhaozhao knew that it was Song Mingzhe who was secretly telling her that the past was over, and now that he was by her side, everything was as before.

She could also understand why Song Mingzhe didn't tell the story of her being taken away. After all, caring is chaos. If everyone in the Ling family knew about it, there would be chaos.

Yunmei and Ling Shiyi were still watching their interaction with relish, but Yunmei seemed to have remembered something, and hurriedly dragged Ling Shiyi out.

"I remembered that there are still some things in the kitchen that I haven't finished. Your dad has to help me."

Hearing Yunmei's words, Ling Zhaozhao's eyes couldn't help being a little strange.

Although Yunmei seldom cooks at home, her culinary skills are top-notch, and she especially doesn't like anyone around when she cooks.

Sure enough, after Ling Shiyi was dragged away by Yunmei, Ling Zhaozhao vaguely heard about a second child, three-year-old couple...

The corner of Ling Zhaozhao's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Before the thing in her belly comes out, her mother is thinking about having a second child?

This is what gave birth to the Captain.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that if his mother liked children so much, he might as well open a kindergarten for her.

Song Mingzhe also heard Yunmei's words, stroked Ling Zhaozhao's tiger's mouth and said nothing.

It was just the faint smile on the corner of his mouth that betrayed him.

As if sensing his good mood, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but glared at him.

"Whoever loves to have a child, I don't want to have a second child anyway."

Ling Zhaozhao touched his stomach, and had a wonderful feeling that he would open the blind box soon.

Not long after her baby was born, she could have a lively new year.

It has to be said that this child is very good at picking the time to be born.

"Do you like boys or girls?"

Ling Zhaozhao asked subconsciously.

She also asked Song Mingzhe this question before, and Song Mingzhe's answers every time were very good.

"all good."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, glanced at Ling Zhaozhao, and the answer was the same as before.

"I hope it's a daughter."

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao's stomach and pondered.

In his eyes, sons and daughters are the same, as long as they are his children, he likes them all.

But the daughter is better educated, and the Song family has not had a delicate girl for a long time.

Song Mingzhe could predict that if Ling Zhaozhao's birth was a daughter, the Song family and the Shen family would definitely regard her as the apple of their eye.

More importantly, the daughter will be as beautiful and lovely as Ling Zhaozhao.

Song Mingzhe's heart melted at the thought of a smaller version of Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao curled his lips, and just about to say something, tears fell uncontrollably.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao crying, Song Mingzhe couldn't help but feel a little strange.

He didn't seem to say anything special, why was Ling Zhaozhao so moved?

"Why are you crying again?"

Song Mingzhe wiped away the tears from the corners of Ling Zhaozhao's eyes again, and his tone was as gentle as ever.

Ling Zhaozhao was out of breath from crying this time, big tears dripped on Song Mingzhe's hands, which made Song Mingzhe's heart start to tug.

Song Mingzhe hurriedly wiped away her tears, but found that the more and more tears were wiped away, he couldn't finish it no matter what.

No wonder it is said that women are made of water.

"It looks like my water has broken..."

Ling Zhaozhao said sobbingly.

This time she didn't cry because of anything else, but because she was hurt.

When Song Mingzhe heard Ling Zhaozhao's words, his expression changed drastically.