The president's pet daughter

In the ward.

Song Jianguo slowly opened his eyes, and seeing the white ceiling above his head, he couldn't help being in a daze.

He felt that he had been asleep for a long time.

Song Jianguo looked sideways slightly, and saw Song Mingzhe sitting beside his bed, closing his eyes and meditating.

Song Mingzhe's eyes were already black and blue, his hair was a little messy, and he looked like he had been standing by the bed for a long time with his clothes untied.

"Mingzhe..."

Looking at his son who looked very similar to himself, he moved his lips and made a hoarse voice.

Song Mingzhe opened his eyes and saw Song Jianguo waking up, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He silently helped Song Jianguo up, and poured Song Jianguo a glass of water.

Looking at Song Mingzhe's indifferent attitude, Song Jianguo couldn't help thinking of Song Mingzhe's mother Shen Qiyu.

Although his son looks like him, his temperament is exactly like Shen Qiyu's.

He really wanted to care about whether Song Mingzhe had been working hard to take care of him by his hospital bed these days, but when the words came to his lips, he changed into a different tone.

"Is there anything unusual at the headquarters?"

Song Mingzhe seemed to have guessed that Song Jianghui would ask such a question, his eyes could not help but tinge with sarcasm, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

As expected, his father loved Bohr the most.

"everything is normal."

Song Jianguo also realized that he had said something wrong, so he could only change the subject by coughing.

"Since I'm fine now, you can also get in touch with Gao Yue. You grew up together, and you should move around more."

When he came to Canada this time, he specially brought Gao Yue with him, in order to cultivate Gao Yue's ability to manage business.

After all, in his heart, Gao Yue is the future young mistress of the Song family, and as Song Mingzhe's good helper, her ability is naturally not bad.

"Should I be in touch with Gao Yue, or with their family's gold mine, my dear father?"

Song Mingzhe chuckled, and looked at Song Jianguo, who was lying on the bed, but did not forget to calculate his interests sarcastically.

Song Jianguo, the Gao family's gold mine, has always been eyeing it, and it is precisely because of this that he tried his best to match Song Mingzhe and Gao Yue.

With the help of the Gao family, Boer can go a long way in the future.

Song Jianguo didn't like Song Mingzhe's expression very much. He frowned slightly, with puzzlement in his eyes.

"I'm doing this for the good of you and the Song family. Even if you don't like Gao Yue, you can slowly cultivate your relationship after getting married. And what's wrong with Gao Yue that makes you so disgusted?"

He recalled the scene at the elevator door that day, when Shen Zhihe was showing off in front of him that Song Mingzhe brought his girlfriend home for dinner, and he suddenly felt his head buzzing again.

"The Song family's daughter-in-law can only be Gao Yue, don't even think about other women."

His cold brows and eyes were stained with a bit of chill, and there was a strong sense of oppression in his eyes looking at Song Mingzhe.

He really wanted to chat with his son, just like an ordinary father and son, but he didn't know why, the final ending was always so tense.

"You're only doing it for your own good."

Song Mingzhe looked at Song Jianguo indifferently, and there was a little emotion in his eyes that Song Jianguo couldn't see through.

"Stop arranging my life for me. I'm not your puppet. If you like Gao Yue, I don't mind having another little mother."

"Maybe the Gao family doesn't like you either."

He laughed lightly, his eyes full of coldness.

They are like natural enemies, not father and son.

"roll."

Song Jianguo seemed to be stimulated by Song Mingzhe's words. Looking at this excellent son who had always made him extremely proud, he suppressed his anger and knocked down the vase on the side table.

The vase made of porcelain fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and shattered into cold pieces.

Just like their relationship.

Song Mingzhe stood up silently, and then walked out of the ward without hesitation.

Rong Yuan outside the door was waiting for him. When he saw him, Rong Yuan quickly handed Song Mingzhe his cell phone.

These days, Song Mingzhe has been busy taking care of Song Jianguo and dealing with matters in Canada himself, and has no time to look at his mobile phone, so he asked Rong Yuan to keep it for him.

Song Mingzhe rubbed his sore nose, took the phone, and subconsciously unlocked it.

He hasn't looked at his phone for four days, and there are surprisingly many messages on his phone.

One click, and it was bombarded with news from Ling Zhaozhao.

In the first few days, I was still concerned about his condition, asking him if things were handled well, and by the way, I did not forget to share my daily life.

But later, the news became less and less.

Song Mingzhe vaguely sensed Ling Zhaozhao's displeasure from the change in the number of messages.

He was really so busy these days that he forgot to tell Ling Zhaozhao.

He didn't think about how to explain it, so he could only reply with a short sentence clumsily,

Then seeing the date on the calendar, his fingers paused.

"Book the earliest flight home."

He turned off the phone with a tired tone.

……

Ling Zhaozhao woke up and found that Song Mingzhe had sent her a message.

The man who disappeared for four days only replied three words to her.

Song Mingzhe: I just finished my work.

Ling Zhaozhao was so angry.

She worried about him here for four whole days, but he only used three words to dismiss herself, without explaining what he was doing.

"Bah, ignore you again, I'm a puppy!"

Ling Zhaozhao turned off the phone viciously, set Song Mingzhe to Do Not Disturb, and then went to work in a very unhappy mood.

When she came home at night, her mood was still not beautiful.

She was just lying on her bed when her phone rang.

It's Song Mingzhe's call.

Ling Zhaozhao originally wanted to pretend she didn't see it, but when the second phone rang, she couldn't resist answering it.

All right, be a puppy, be a puppy, she admits it.

"Hello? Is there something wrong?"

Ling Zhaozhao's tone was a bit aggressive.

As if sensing Ling Zhaozhao's anger, Song Mingzhe was silent on the phone for a while.

"Ling Zhaozhao, I'm downstairs at your house."

Ling Zhaozhao sat up from the bed in a jerk.

She walked to the window and saw Song Mingzhe leaning against the car, looking up at the window of her room.

"What about downstairs in my house? Am I going to go down?"

The moment Ling Zhaozhao saw him, the depression in his heart these days dissipated a lot.

But when she thought that she was too soft-hearted towards Song Mingzhe, she snorted, and her temper immediately came up.

"Then I'll wait for you. If you don't come down, I'll wait for you downstairs."

He could hear the softness in Ling Zhaozhao's tone, and there was a smile on his lips.

Today is his birthday, he came back from Canada after traveling thousands of miles, and the only person he wanted to see was Ling Zhaozhao.