The president's pet daughter

When Ling Zhaozhao opened his eyes, he found that only Song Mingzhe was left in the ward.

Song Mingzhe's eyes were black and blue, as if he didn't sleep well.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know how long he had slept, but he just felt weak all over.

Song Mingzhe's sleep was very light, and Ling Zhaozhao woke up when he moved.

"Drink some water."

Song Mingzhe quickly poured Ling Zhaozhao a glass of warm water, his eyes were full of concern.

Ling Zhaozhao was carefully supported by him, and he felt better after taking a sip of water.

"How long have I slept."

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the dim light outside, and only vaguely remembered that it should be night when he passed out.

"Two days."

Song Mingzhe stroked Ling Zhaozhao's palm, his tone as if he was treating a fragile treasure.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect that he could sleep for so long, he couldn't help touching his nose, and suddenly understood why Song Mingzhe had bruises under his eyes.

Thinking about it, I didn't move an inch for two whole days.

"Where's the baby?"

Ling Zhaozhao blinked and looked around.

She glanced at her daughter before she passed out, thinking she could see it when she woke up.

"I was taken to take a bath, and I should be back later."

Song Mingzhe explained patiently.

Thanks to Ling Zhaozhao's parents for taking care of him these two days, as well as his uncle and aunt, otherwise he would not be able to take care of it alone.

Song Jianguo and Shen Qiyu rushed back as soon as they received the news, but the weather over there was bad and the flight was delayed, so they haven't come back yet.

"How does she look? I just glanced at it, and I don't know if it has become better in the past two days."

Ling Zhaozhao put his arms around Song Mingzhe's neck, and kissed his cheek with some distress.

"Why don't you take a rest, you're almost turning into panda eyes."

Ling Zhaozhao's slightly complaining words fell into Song Mingzhe's ears, and they sounded sweeter than honey.

"I only took one look at it, but it looks like you, and it should look better the longer it grows. As long as it's about you, I want to do it myself."

Song Mingzhe took Ling Zhaozhao's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it.

When he saw Ling Zhaozhao lying on the bed like a sick beauty, his heart was broken.

If he had known that childbirth would torture Ling Zhaozhao like this, he would never let Ling Zhaozhao bear this pain.

"We won't have a baby, okay?"

Song Mingzhe gave Ling Zhaozhao a forbearing look, as if he was asking for her opinion.

Ling Zhaozhao could hear Song Mingzhe's cautiousness, his brows and eyes were curved.

"For things like children, it depends on fate. Fate can't stop it when it comes. We haven't named our daughter yet."

Ling Zhaozhao actually thought of a lot of names during pregnancy, but he just didn't think they were very good.

Hearing what Ling Zhaozhao said, Song Mingzhe subconsciously touched his pocket.

He originally wrote down a few names in the notebook, but it seems that Mu Yang borrowed it to read it.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the ward, and a nurse came in through the door.

"It's time to change the potion."

The nurse said in a low voice, the brim of the hat was pulled down a bit, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

She was holding two medicine bottles and couldn't see the medicine inside.

"I'll go find Mu Yang, wait for me."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips. Since he wrote a lot of names, he was afraid of missing something, so he decided to ask Mu Yang for the notebook.

After all, naming this matter can not be sloppy.

What's more, he just left for a while, and there are nurses here, so there would be nothing wrong with him.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded, looked at Song Mingzhe's leaving back, and lazily leaned against the head of the bed.

"Ling Zhaozhao."

The nurse pronounced Ling Zhaozhao's name without any emotion.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard this voice, he felt that it sounded familiar, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps on his body.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that the person in front of her was weird.

"Yes, what kind of medicine did you take today?"

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the nurse and asked casually.

During the period of her drowsiness, she presumably had to hang on to the nutrition needle all the time, and today should be no exception.

"I don't have any medicine for you."

The nurse sneered and took off her mask.

Only then did Ling Zhaozhao realize that the medicine bottle in the nurse's arms was actually empty.

"Song Rui, it's you."

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw the nurse's face clearly.

"You didn't expect me to come out, did you? Do you think those people can stop me?"

Song Rui sneered, and leaned closer to Ling Zhaozhao, her eyes were full of coldness.

Song Mingzhe's people naturally regarded her as a secret, but with the addition of Yun Qian, things became different.

Because Ling Zhaozhao said a few good words for Yun Qian, Song Mingzhe's people were unguarded against Yun Qian, which also gave Song Rui a chance.

Yun Qian originally felt guilty towards Song Rui, but was deceived by Song Rui's sweet words, and was fascinated for a while, so he agreed to bring Song Rui out to get some air.

But he didn't expect that the moment Song Rui came out, he knocked him out without hesitation.

Although Song Rui lost a lot of manpower, there are still people who are loyal to her outside, so it is not difficult to sneak into the hospital where Ling Zhaozhao is.

When Ling Zhaozhao gave birth again, the Song family and the Ling family's defenses were relaxed, so Song Rui also met the right time, place and people.

"Ling Zhaozhao, you have deceived me so badly."

Song Rui didn't know where to take out the knife, and pressed it coldly against Ling Zhaozhao's neck.

Her eyes were full of hatred, as if she wanted to tear Ling Zhaozhao apart.

It was in vain that she treated Ling Zhaozhao so well these days, but Ling Zhaozhao secretly hooked up with Yun Qian behind her back, and stabbed her inside out.

Why does this make her angry?

Ling Zhaozhao shrank his neck gratefully at the cold touch, and leaned back weakly.

"Song Rui...you..."

Ling Zhaozhao felt a sense of suffocation, and wanted to say something, but his voice was broken into pieces.

"You and Yun Qian deserve to die, you know?"

Song Rui's eyes were red, and the sharp blade on Ling Zhaozhao's neck was slightly bleeding.

For the first time, Ling Zhaozhao felt that he was so close to death, and his breathing became short of breath.

"I don't want to ask for anything now. Even if I go to hell, I will drag you down with me. Even if I die, I will drag you down."

Song Rui laughed softly, like a demon in hell.

She understood that Song Mingzhe would not back down any step to her, and all her previous efforts were in vain.

That being the case, it would be better to let her destroy everything.

Anyway, she has nothing now.

Her father could only wait to die in prison, and her two older brothers could only be forced to stay in Africa and not return to China.

As for her, everyone has to shout and beat her like a mouse crossing the street, and she has to live in unknown fear.

She hated it, she hated everyone.

She, Song Rui, was clearly a noble lady, but now she has become a prisoner.

How could this make her happy? !