The president's pet daughter

Seeing that Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao knew each other, Huang Qibo kindly arranged for Song Mingzhe to be in the room next to them.

During the whole process, Song Mingzhe exuded an air of keeping strangers away, which made Ling Zhaozhao confused.

I don't know if it's her illusion, she can clearly feel that Song Mingzhe's mood is very depressed now.

Huang Qibo still had things to do, seeing that Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe knew each other again, he asked Ling Zhaozhao to lead Song Mingzhe to the room.

"Have you been working hard recently?"

While in the elevator, Ling Zhaozhao still couldn't hold back his words.

She still noticed Song Mingzhe's haggard complexion.

Hearing that she was concerned about him, Song Mingzhe's gloomy face eased a little.

"Ah."

Not bad, but also know how to care about him.

"Who is he?"

Song Mingzhe asked in a low voice.

Ling Zhaozhao reacted for a while before realizing that he was asking Huang Qibo.

"He is the owner of this hot spring villa and a classmate of my good friend Lin Xi. He is a very nice person."

Ling Zhaozhao's sentence that people are good is like clockwork, constantly echoing in Song Mingzhe's mind.

He remembered that Ling Zhaozhao said the same thing to him when he was at his house last time.

"Your ones are very good, and the scope of application is really wide."

Suddenly, he said these words.

Ling Zhaozhao thought about it for a while, and vaguely felt that the tone of his words was strange.

But where is the blame, she can't tell.

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao didn't come back for a long time, Lin Xi was worried that something might happen to her. Just about to open the door to go out to find Ling Zhaozhao, Lin Xi ran into Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe head-on.

As soon as she saw Song Mingzhe, she couldn't help being shocked by his handsomeness.

She believes that she has been chasing stars for so many years, and has seen countless handsome men, but none of them can beat the man next to Ling Zhaozhao in terms of appearance and temperament.

"Then you should rest early."

Ling Zhaozhao swiped open the door with his room card, gave him some instructions, then handed him the room card, and returned to his room after he entered.

"Who is this man? Isn't it the man you've been thinking about?"

Before Ling Zhaozhao could fully enter his room, he was grabbed by Lin Xi who was standing at the door watching the show.

Lin Xi looked Ling Zhaozhao up and down, with an expression that I knew.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't resist Lin Xi's scrutinizing gaze, so he said yes without confidence.

"Sure, sister, this kind of superb man, no wonder you can fall in love with him."

Lin Xi looked at Ling Zhaozhao in relief.

She was still worried about Ling Zhaozhao's understanding of handsome, but now it seems that her sister's understanding of the word is as good as fire.

"In fact, he is also very connotative."

Ling Zhaozhao coughed lightly, wanting to prove that he was not a superficial Yangou.

Lin Xi thought of Song Mingzhe's act of spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on clothes for Ling Zhaozhao, and couldn't agree more.

Her eyes were pulsing with light, and she was obviously more excited than the Lord.

"Indeed, if money is content, then he does have content."

Ling Zhaozhao: ...

"It's not because of you that he came, is it?"

Lin Xi looked at Ling Zhaozhao with an expression that I understand.

Looking at Ling Zhaozhao, there was a bit of ridicule in his eyes.

"I don't know, he said he was on vacation."

Ling Zhaozhao put the breakfast on the table and answered without thinking.

"You just believe what he said? It's very good. You may come here for vacation, maybe you came here for love."

Lin Xi looked at the breakfast on the table, and patted her disappointing sister on the shoulder with some resentment.

"What else do you have for breakfast? People came all the way here, maybe they didn't eat anything. Smart women have long learned to seize the opportunity to have breakfast with others."

She casually grabbed her heavy breakfast with an impatient expression.

"Go, I would like to give my breakfast to add to your love."

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao didn't respond, she almost pushed and dragged Ling Zhaozhao out.

Then he closed the door for Ling Zhaozhao mercilessly.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the cold door, and resigned himself to knocking on Song Mingzhe's door.

After a while, Song Mingzhe opened the door.

His upper body was half naked, and a bath towel was casually wrapped around his lower body. He seemed to have just taken a shower, his temples were slightly wet, and his smooth and muscular lines directly hit Ling Zhaozhao's sight.

I have to say, his figure is really good.

Ling Zhaozhao took a deep breath before allowing reason to take the upper hand in his mind, and he reluctantly looked away.

"I'm here to bring you breakfast."

Song Mingzhe swept away the tiredness on his face before, and raised his eyebrows at Ling Zhaozhao.

He glanced at the breakfast Ling Zhaozhao was carrying, and turned to the side, motioning for her to come in.

Ling Zhaozhao walked in quickly, moving away from this place full of hormones.

Song Mingzhe caught a glimpse of her fair ankles inadvertently, and his eyes were dim.

"Let's eat something casually first, and then eat delicious food later. The food in this villa is not bad."

Ling Zhaozhao sat on the chair and opened the box.

The fragrance instantly filled the whole room.

She also thoughtfully opened a chair aside for Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe walked to the table, but did not sit down, but squatted in front of Ling Zhaozhao, holding Ling Zhaozhao's restless ankle in silence.

The temperature of his palm came from Ling Zhaozhao's ankle, and rose directly to her face.

"It's still a little swollen, don't walk so fast next time."

He opened his mouth deeply, his eyes lowered like a devout believer.

Obviously his tone was normal, his movements were gentle, without the slightest desire, but Ling Zhaozhao felt that every place he touched was scorching hot, which made her flustered.

He let go of Ling Zhaozhao's ankle and sat on the chair.

Just as Ling Zhaozhao wanted to look at him, he caught sight of his muscle lines, so he didn't dare to look away.

"Well, can you put on your clothes?"

Ling Zhaozhao spoke cautiously.

He didn't wear clothes, and she didn't know which dish to eat.

Whether to eat the dish in front of you or the dish on the table.

Song Mingzhe originally planned to put on his clothes before opening the door, but Ling Zhaozhao knocked on the door so quickly that he didn't have time to put on.

He picked up the clothes he had put on hand before, but seeing the blush on Ling Zhaozhao's face, and remembering Huang Qibo's obviously inferior figure compared to him, he put down the clothes in silence.

"That's fine."

Some things, he had to show Ling Zhaozhao to compare them.

Ling Zhaozhao bit the chopsticks in his hand, not knowing what to say.

He's fine, but she's not fine at all? ? ?