The president's pet daughter

Although Song Yuchen is not as famous as Song Anan outside, but as the son of Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao, he is naturally attracting attention.

He is three years younger than Song Anan, but not as talented as Song Anan. He finished his master's degree at a young age and took over the family business by the way.

He is just an ordinary high school student now.

But Song Yuchen can also think about it, knowing that he is not as good as Song Anan, he also fishes leisurely.

He thought it would be nice to be a mediocre rich second generation.

If Song Anan's temperament is like Song Mingzhe, then Song Yuchen's temperament is like Ling Zhaozhao.

He is exactly like Song Mingzhe, but he is a born optimist, with a smile always on the corner of his mouth.

Because he is so cute when he smiles, both the Ling family and the Song family dote on him.

Sometimes Song An'an is not smooth enough, and Song Yuchen can just make up for this lack.

Song Yuchen is sometimes impulsive, but Song Anan is calm enough.

Two movements and one stillness complement each other naturally.

"I'm not wrong, brother Jiamu was pretty good."

Song Yuchen pursed his lips, picked up the water bottle on the table, unscrewed it and took a big gulp.

Hearing Song Yuchen's words, Song An'an's cheeks turned red.

The brother Jiamu that Song Yuchen was talking about was Mu Jiamu, the son of Mu Yang and Gao Yue.

It's just a few months younger than her, but she behaves just like her brother.

But this was only in front of everyone, Mu Jiamu looked different in front of her.

Thinking of Mu Jiamu's coquettish behavior in private, Song An'an's face turned redder.

The reporter also seemed to have noticed the change in Song Anan's expression, and couldn't help feeling that there was something to dig deeper.

"Miss Song An'an..."

She seemed to want to dig something more, but was interrupted by Song Yuchen.

"I said, it seems that 10 minutes have passed since your interview, and you are still lingering, do you want to have lunch at my house?"

Song Yuchen grinned, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Song An'an is indeed a cold-faced beauty, but her heart is soft when it comes to small things.

Many times, Song Yuchen always pretended to be ignorant, and refused such malicious questions for his sister.

The reporter heard the unwelcome in Song Yuchen's words, and couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

She and the cameraman looked at each other, said sorry several times, packed up their things in a hurry and left.

Song Yuchen looked at the back of them leaving, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

"You have such a stinky face for nothing. If I hadn't stopped you just now, maybe tomorrow's gossip headlines would all belong to our family and Uncle Mu's family."

Song Yuchen touched his chin and clicked his tongue a few more times.

"Anyway, I don't have any objection to Brother Jiamu, brother-in-law, but Dad may have an opinion."

Although Song Mingzhe is not very good at expressing his feelings, everyone can see that he treats Song An'an like an eyeball.

Every time Mu Yang came to Song's house, he would say that he would forget Song An'an as his daughter-in-law, and would be ridiculed by Song Mingzhe every time.

No way, Mu Yang wanted a daughter, but he only had one son.

Mu Yang could also see that his son's incompetent little Jiujiu would always come to the Song family to grind Song Mingzhe with an old face.

"If you didn't mention it, can people ask about it?"

The blush on Song An'an's face faded, and his expression became as serious as ever.

Song Yuchen yawned, seeing his elder sister pretending to be calm, she didn't expose it.

If he hadn't seen Mu Jiamu and Song Anan huddling together in the corner several times, he would really have believed Song Anan's words.

After all, Song An'an has a face without worldly desires.

"Just pretend."

Song Yuchen cut and glanced at the empty home.

"Parents aren't here?"

After Song Yuchen finished asking, he realized that he asked too much.

Ever since Song An'an took over the family business, Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao seemed to let themselves go even more, staying away from home for two days made them look like empty nesters.

Song An'an and Song Yuchen's unaccustomed behavior from the beginning has turned into indifference.

It seems that it is not normal for Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao not to go out to play.

Not to mention their grandfather and grandmother, they have played all over the world over the years, and they can only see them during Chinese New Year and festivals.

Only their grandfather and grandmother can still meet a few times from time to time.

Their uncles are also very kind to them, and they also go to have a meal from time to time.

Anyway, Song Yuchen likes Uncle Ling Yan the most, because Uncle Ling Yan has a lot of tricks, and he can always play with him.

Perhaps because Ling Yan and Ling Zhaozhao are twins, Song Yuchen can always find a strange intimacy in Ling Yan.

"Well, it seems that I came back after the Chinese New Year this time."

Song An'an responded, remembering the message Ling Zhaozhao sent her not long ago.

Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe are now playing first and then playing, and only think of telling their children that they are safe when they are free on the plane.

Song An'an always had the illusion that he was not their child, but their parents.

"Forget it, as long as you pay me living expenses on time."

Song Yuchen shrugged, he was used to Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe leaving without saying goodbye.

Even if Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe were at home, he could still see the crooked scene.

It's better for these two people to go out to play and stop swaying in front of him, making him upset.

"I told you last time..."

Song Anan thought of something, and just started a conversation, but was interrupted by Song Yuchen.

"I'm not going to study abroad, whoever wants to go, as long as we have an excellent student like you."

Song Yuchen made a grimace, and what he said was quite unprogressive.

It's not that he's not smart, it's not that he doesn't want to be so good.

Song An'an is excellent, so many eyes are placed on her.

Although Song An'an always looked calm and breezy, only Song Yuchen knew that she had put in a lot of hard work.

So Song An'an became so dazzling, she deserved it.

Song Yuchen didn't want to steal Song Anan's limelight, nor did he want to.

"I'm going back to my room, call me for dinner."

Song Yuchen was afraid that Song Anan would not let go of this question, so he quickly got up from the sofa and walked to his room.

When going upstairs, Song Yuchen couldn't help but took out a photo from his pants pocket.

The girl in the photo smiled sweetly and made a brilliant comparison to the camera.

Just watching, Song Yuchen's mood improved.

"Whoever wants to go will go."

Song Yuchen recited it again in his heart, carefully put the photo away, and walked back to the room humming a little song.

His small coffers are running low, and he has to buy her a birthday present in a few days, and he doesn't know if he can cheat his mother of some money...