The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe seemed to feel the stiffness of the people around him, his lips curved slightly, took Xiaofu's drink, and unscrewed the bottle cap for him.

"Thank you brother, have you seen Sister Zhaozhao? I also want to ask her for candy."

Xiao Fu happily took a sip of his drink, blinked and asked Song Mingzhe.

Ling Zhaozhao's complexion could not be described as ugly.

Huang Qibo was afraid that Xiaofu would not get candy if he asked any more questions, and he would be beaten up, so he stood up with a smile and relieved the siege.

"Xiao Fu, the meat over there is ready to be roasted, you can go over there and eat."

He looked at Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao, and warmly invited them to sit in the pavilion.

"Come over and have a barbecue. I have roasted a lot just now, so I'll wait for you."

Song Mingzhe walked ahead calmly, between Ling Zhaozhao and Huang Qibo.

Ling Zhaozhao tried his best to calm down, looked around, but did not find Lin Xi.

"Where did Lin Xi go?"

Now she can't wait to take off her makeup, and then severely question Lin Xi's aesthetics.

She saw that her connotation hadn't improved much, but her seniority had grown a lot.

"She went over there to catch fish and play, maybe she will come later."

Huang Qibo coughed, and winked at Ling Zhaozhao, motioning her to look at the skewers put aside.

Yesterday he had already secretly asked Ling Zhaozhao, Lin Xi likes to eat food with a slightly burnt aroma, so he baked it himself on the side.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the delicious grilled skewers with understanding, and silently gave a thumbs up.

Huang Qibo was affirmed by Ling Zhaozhao, heaved a sigh of relief, picked up a bunch of barbecue and handed it to Ling Zhaozhao.

"This skewer is fresh from the oven and brushed with your favorite BBQ sauce."

Ling Zhaozhao was about to reach out to pick it up, but one hand was faster than her.

Song Mingzhe glanced at Huang Qibo, raised his eyebrows slightly, and took the string of sizzling meat skewers.

Huang Qibo didn't know if he was thinking too much, he always felt that Song Mingzhe's look was vaguely cold.

But he couldn't figure out how he had offended the man in front of him after thinking about it.

He obviously just met Song Mingzhe this morning.

He turned to Ling Zhaozhao, with a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, and handed it to Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao just stretched out his hand, before even touching it, the meat skewer suddenly fell to the ground.

"Hand slipped."

Song Mingzhe withdrew his hand lightly and said lightly.

Ling Zhaozhao:? ? ?

It's not that she said that this slippery hand is a bit deliberate.

"It's okay, there are still..."

Huang Qibo really thought that Song Mingzhe had slipped his hands, and was about to say that there are more here, but was interrupted coldly by Song Mingzhe.

"I'll re-roast it for you, don't you like my baked food the most?"

He looked at Ling Zhaozhao, and there seemed to be some emotion surging in his eyes.

Ling Zhaozhao was confused.

When did she say that?

Besides, Song Mingzhe didn't barbecue for her, did he?

Huang Qibo on the side felt the excessively weird atmosphere, and thought of Song Mingzhe's inexplicable hostility towards him, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

So he put all the ingredients and sauces in front of Song Mingzhe very politely.

"Dry more of this sauce, Ling Zhaozhao likes it."

Huang Qibo warmly recommends it.

He even called Ling Zhaozhao's full name, as if to deliberately distance himself from Ling Zhaozhao.

Song Mingzhe took a look at Huang Qibo's neatly arranged things, and heard him call Ling Zhaozhao distantly, the coldness in his eyes lost a bit.

He sat on the stone bench, rolled up his sleeves, and really concentrated on grilling meat for Ling Zhaozhao in the smoky environment.

With his slender fingers pinching the skewer, he brushed sauce on the meat from time to time, his movements were graceful as if he were painting.

Sitting beside him, Ling Zhaozhao originally wanted to say something, but looking at his tough side face, he couldn't help being a little lost in thought.

The smell of meat drifted away with the sound of sizzling oil, and Ling Zhaozhao felt a sense of tranquility in the years.

As if sensing Ling Zhaozhao's unblinking eyes, Song Mingzhe's mouth subconsciously curled up.

"You look really pretty when you smile."

Ling Zhaozhao noticed his smile and couldn't help admiring.

I also remembered that she is now taking the route of connotation, so speaking like this is too empty and too straightforward.

So she was silent for a while, collected the ink in her stomach, and continued.

"It's kind of three-point ridicule, three-point cold, and four-point careless and good-looking."

As soon as she said this, she regretted it.

Help, why are all these weird adjectives in her mind.

Lin Xi, who had just returned from catching fish, heard Ling Zhaozhao's astonishing adjective, and couldn't help being overwhelmed by her sister's talent.

It's just the kind of admiration that is embarrassing again.

"Zhao Zhao, your adjectives are quite special."

Sitting in the opposite corner, Huang Qibo has been trying to reduce his sense of existence, but he couldn't help but smile when he heard Ling Zhaozhao's words.

"Aside from Zhaozhao's talent, Zhaozhao's attire today is also exceptional, isn't it Mr. Song?"

Lin Xi wanted to help Ling Zhaozhao save the situation, and wanted to bring the topic to Ling Zhaozhao's mature attire today.

This was the result of two hours of hard work between her and Ling Zhaozhao.

It was fine if she didn't say this, but Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but get angry when she said this.

"Where does it look good?"

Ling Zhaozhao grumbled.

Now she would rather have no makeup than wear this overly mature face.

Song Mingzhe seemed to have heard Ling Zhaozhao's muttering, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he stuffed the grilled meat skewers into her hands.

"really."

Ling Zhaozhao thought that Song Mingzhe was teasing her, and the corners of his mouth drooped instantly.

"You don't need to comfort me."

She's hit hard right now.

She really doesn't have such a thing as connotation.

No way to pretend.

"No."

Song Mingzhe saw Ling Zhaozhao's frustration and pursed his lower lip.

He wasn't comforting her.

And he has always disdain to lie in order to comfort a person.

"You are you, you look good no matter what."

Whether she is wearing a pink princess dress as delicate as a doll, or she is wearing a hot and bold style, or she is wearing a strict professional attire but still cannot hide the vitality of her body...

In his eyes, everything looks good.

In the final analysis, just because Ling Zhaozhao is Ling Zhaozhao, she looks good no matter what.

Listening to his serious words, Ling Zhaozhao was taken aback for a moment.

The wind blew gently, blowing the broken hair beside her ear.

But she knew it wasn't Feng Dong.

But heartbeat.