The president's pet daughter

"Ling Zhaozhao, you are lucky to have met such a husband."

Song Rui watched Song Mingzhe approach, and already had the best choice in her mind.

After all, Ling Zhaozhao had just given birth, and his body was still very weak. Although he held Song Rui's wrist with great strength, Song Rui's strength was stronger than hers.

When Ling Zhaozhao heard Song Rui's words, he felt chills in his heart.

Song Rui chose Song Mingzhe.

But Ling Zhaozhao also knew very well that once Song Mingzhe was held hostage by Song Rui, the desire in Song Rui's heart would only inflate more and more.

After all, human desires are like bottomless pits.

Ling Zhaozhao clenched his hands into fists by his side, thinking quickly about countermeasures.

She can't keep up with her physical strength now, and her actions are restrained. Although Song Mingzhe can fight back, he may not act rashly because of too many worries.

At least she will not act until she is truly safe.

But Song Rui was equally cautious, and would never give Song Mingzhe such a chance.

Sure enough, Song Rui looked at Song Mingzhe, her red lips opened and closed.

"Aren't you able to do anything for Ling Zhaozhao? Then stab me in the thigh and show me your sincerity."

Song Rui knew very well that she was not Song Mingzhe's opponent. If she really fought, she would definitely not be able to beat Song Mingzhe.

The reason why Song Mingzhe is so obedient now is entirely because Ling Zhaozhao's life and death are in her hands.

She can't control Song Mingzhe who is able-bodied, but she can forcibly restrict Song Mingzhe's activities.

With Ling Zhaozhao around, she was not afraid that Song Mingzhe would not be obedient.

"No."

Ling Zhaozhao exclaimed subconsciously, but the cold feeling on his neck became heavier.

"What are you talking about without letting you talk?"

Song Rui growled impatiently at Ling Zhaozhao.

"Don't you two have a good relationship? I want to see how much my good cousin can do for you."

"Oh, by the way, you probably don't know yet, Yun Qian may have an affair with my good cousin, otherwise how could Yun Qian help her send news to harm me? Maybe during this period of time, someone has already Changed my mind."

Song Rui held the mentality that watching the excitement is not a big deal, so she couldn't help adding a bit of anger and said.

Aren't they in love?She insisted on sowing discord.

There is obviously no room for a grain of sand in things like feelings.

Song Rui looked back and forth between Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao, looking forward to the show, as if she was looking forward to what would happen next.

Song Mingzhe silently glanced at Ling Zhaozhao when he heard Song Rui's words.

"I believe in Zhao Zhao."

A simple sentence is enough to make the expression on Song Rui's face unstoppable.

Song Rui couldn't figure it out, can love and liking really make people believe in someone unconditionally?

She couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure it out.

Song Mingzhe glanced at Ling Zhaozhao affectionately, and took out the knife he carried with him under her gaze.

During this period of time, for self-defense, he specially carried a small knife on his body.

But he didn't expect that the knife was going to stab himself now.

"As long as I stab myself, you can let Zhao Zhao go, right?"

A smile appeared on Song Mingzhe's lips.

"If one knife is not enough, I can continue to stab."

He spoke calmly, but Song Rui frowned fiercely.

She didn't expect Song Mingzhe to be far crazier than she imagined.

How could someone ask others with a smile if one knife is enough, and if they want to add a few more.

No matter how you listen to it, it feels unbelievable.

"I'm not that perverted, you just stab each leg with a knife."

Song Rui relaxed her attention on Ling Zhaozhao's neck, and focused on Song Mingzhe's movements.

She didn't notice that Yun Qian was quietly approaching her back.

After all, in her impression, Yun Qian was timid and fearful, and she would never have such courage.

But when she felt a tingling sensation in her hand, she had to let go of the knife in her hand, and she suddenly realized that Yun Qian was no longer the person she remembered.

"Yun Qian, this is the second time."

Song Rui shook her hand, a look of coldness appeared in her eyes.

This is the second time Yunqian has betrayed her.

Yun Qian quickly supported Ling Zhaozhao, pushed her aside, and Song Mingzhe on the side caught Ling Zhaozhao steadily.

Just now, he and Song Mingzhe cooperated with each other and saved Ling Zhaozhao from Song Rui's hands by chance.

Song Rui saw the duck in her hand fly away, a look of madness appeared in her eyes, and she began to act impulsively regardless of the consequences.

She looked at the timing and quickly picked up the knife on the ground, as if she wanted to take advantage of this chaotic time to fix the knife on Ling Zhaozhao.

Song Rui couldn't remember what she was thinking at that time, only the thought of Ling Zhaozhao's death was left in her mind.

Only when Ling Zhaozhao died, Song Mingzhe would feel more uncomfortable than death, and Yun Qian would be hated by Song Mingzhe as a joint.

This kind of strategy of killing three birds with one stone, even if she calmed down, she couldn't help applauding.

Song Rui's movements were too fast, and Ling Zhaozhao's body was too weak to block her blow at all.

Unexpectedly, someone was faster than Song Rui, and stood in front of Ling Zhaozhao, blocking the knife for her.

Song Rui regained her sanity slightly after being splashed with warm blood on her face.

"It's you."

Song Rui moved her lips, and looked at Yun Qian in disbelief.

How could it be him?

How dare he?

This sentence was the only thing left in Song Rui's mind over and over again, and she looked at Yun Qian in shock.

She suddenly felt that Yun Qian in front of her was so strange.

I can't help but pick up in my heart.

Ling Zhaozhao hid in Song Mingzhe's arms, and quickly checked Yun Qian's injuries after realizing it.

The knife was fast and accurate, and it hit Yun Qian's heart.

"Call the doctor quickly."

Ling Zhaozhao saw a large pool of blood gushing out from Yun Qian's chest, and tugged on the corner of Song Mingzhe's clothes, his expression flustered.

Song Mingzhe could tell at a glance that Yun Qian would not survive, but he still silently pressed the alarm bell beside the bed.

"Are you sick? What are you doing to block this knife for this woman?"

Song Rui twitched the corners of her mouth, her tone was unprecedentedly irritable.

She didn't understand why Yun Qian took her knife abruptly.

If he could knock off her knife just now, would everything be different?

Song Rui didn't have an answer in her heart at this time, she was inexplicably flustered when she saw Yun Qian's blood gushing out continuously.

She was suddenly afraid that Yun Qian would die because of this knife.

But this is obviously not the emotion she should have.

But Yun Qian knew that this was the real her.

To be honest, he doesn't like Song Rui talking in front of him very much on weekdays, because there is always a sense of distance.

The current her is Song Rui who showed her true emotions in front of him.

"Ruirui."

Yun Qian sighed, as if he wanted to reach out and touch Song Rui's forehead, but found that he couldn't do anything.