The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe held his mobile phone and looked at her downstairs.

Ling Zhaozhao was still a little annoyed that he left without saying goodbye some time ago, hung up the phone, drew the curtains, and lay on the bed deliberately not to see him.

It didn't take long before she got up from the bed resignedly.

She admitted that she really has no bottom line for Song Mingzhe.

Ling Shiyi, who was coming out of the kitchen serving dishes, saw Ling Zhaozhao hurriedly going out in slippers, so he couldn't help calling her to stop.

"Zhao Zhao, where are you going? I'm going to eat."

Ling Zhaozhao didn't even have time to answer, he opened the door and walked out.

Song Mingzhe stood tall and tall in front of the car, the moment he saw Ling Zhaozhao, his eyes immediately became extremely deep.

He quietly watched Ling Zhaozhao walking towards him, every step she took seemed to step on his heart.

"You seem tired."

Ling Zhaozhao had a lot to say, such as where he had been these days, why he didn't reply to her messages, and what did he take her for when he suddenly disappeared and appeared again.

But with so many words, the moment she saw Song Mingzhe, she knew that these words were the ripples of her silent thoughts.

She looked at Song Mingzhe, who was obviously much haggard, with distress in her eyes.

Song Mingzhe thought that according to Ling Zhaozhao's temperament, he would inevitably be questioned, but he didn't expect that her first sentence was to care about him.

During his busy days, even his biological father was only concerned about whether there was any trouble in his family's property, but Ling Zhaozhao was the first person who cared about him.

He pursed his thin lips, and suddenly had the urge to hug her into his arms, but he was afraid of offending her.

He could only suppress it in his heart, put his hands in his pockets, and subconsciously changed the subject.

"Why don't you let me wait a little longer."

It was he who ignored her feelings, and she should have made him wait a little longer.

Ling Zhaozhao curled her lips, but she thought about it, but she was just reluctant.

"You probably didn't do it on purpose, and..."

Her eyes were slightly lowered, and her tone seemed a little lonely.

"After all, we are not real boyfriend and girlfriend, and I don't need to play my temper on this matter."

She was afraid that her self-indulgence would make Song Mingzhe feel like a burden, so she could only cover up everything with this pretended relaxed attitude.

Song Mingzhe heard something was wrong in her words, took her hand and gently pulled her over, and took out a pink love diamond necklace from his pocket.

Then carefully put on the necklace for her.

He bought it on the way before boarding the plane. The first time he saw this necklace, he thought of Ling Zhaozhao's beautiful neckline.

She really wanted a delicate and beautiful necklace.

In the past, he would think that pink things are extremely tacky, but now when he sees things about pink, he always thinks whether Ling Zhaozhao needs it or not.

The cold touch of the necklace made Ling Zhaozhao shrink back. She stared at the necklace pendant around her neck in a daze, feeling a wave of turmoil in her heart.

Did he even bring a gift for himself?

"You can play a little temper in front of me at any time."

Song Mingzhe squeezed her palm, his mellow voice was somewhat bewitching.

In front of her, he can be infinitely tolerant.

His voice was low, scratching lightly like a feather on Ling Zhaozhao's heart, itching.

Ling Zhaozhao recalled these words, his heart was beating violently.

This man, don't you know how flirtatious he is!

Just when the atmosphere was extremely ambiguous, Song Mingzhe's cell phone rang.

It's Shen Zhihe's call.

"Mingzhe, today is your birthday, do you want to come to uncle's for dinner?"

In the past, Song Mingzhe's birthday party was organized by Song Jianguo. Originally, Song Jianguo wanted to hold the birthday party as big as before, but he fell ill, so the birthday party was over.

Shen Zhihe was afraid that his nephew's birthday would be deserted, so he took the initiative to call him and ask him.

Song Mingzhe glanced at Ling Zhaozhao in front of him, and thanked Shen Zhihe for his kindness.

"No, uncle, thank you."

He has already met the person he wants to see, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't celebrate his birthday.

What's more, he didn't want to have a meaningless birthday.

Although Song Mingzhe deliberately lowered his voice, Ling Zhaozhao, who had sharp ears, still heard the word birthday.

"Xiao Songzi, is today your birthday?"

Ling Zhaozhao blinked his almond eyes and looked at him with some doubts.

Before Song Mingzhe could figure out how to answer, Ling Zhaozhao hugged him suddenly.

The unique fragrance of flowers and fruits on her body instantly enveloped him.

"Happy birthday, Song Mingzhe."

Her soft and waxy voice came from his arms. She hugged him as if she wanted to pass on her warmth to him.

Song Mingzhe didn't expect Ling Zhaozhao to give him a warm hug, he hesitated for a while, and then put his arm on her back.

He felt her hot emotions, so his heart was pounding violently in his chest at this moment.

"I want to give you a lively birthday today."

She raised her head and smiled brightly.

It's not too late now, if all the members of the Ling family are mobilized, they should be able to organize a birthday party.

Song Mingzhe didn't even have a chance to refuse, so Ling Zhaozhao dragged him to Ling's house.

The Ling family was eating, and when they saw Ling Zhaozhao bringing Song Mingzhe in, they were obviously taken aback.

"I said, why do you have to go out when you have to have a meal in an urgent matter? It turns out that you are going to see your brother-in-law."

Ling Yan stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth and said narrowly.

"Xiao Song's complexion doesn't look very good. I'll ask the Chinese medicine practitioner I know to prescribe some medicine for you."

Eldest brother Ling Zhi and sister-in-law Xiao Beibei also happened to be at home on official vacation. Ling Zhi glanced at Song Mingzhe's face and said with concern.

"Today is Mingzhe's birthday, do you understand what I mean?"

Ling Zhaozhao coughed and looked at them expectantly.

Ling Shiyi was the first to react, he snatched away the job of Ling Yan who was closest to him, and he hated iron for being weak.

"I still have the mind to eat here, why don't I hurry up and buy a table of dishes again!"

"Xiao Song, auntie is going to make you a cake, you sit down and have a conversation with Zhaozhao first."

Yunmei stood up with a happy face, and quickly got into the kitchen, and the rest of the people also started to get busy with winks.

"Is this not good?"

Song Mingzhe felt a little sorry for seeing the Ling family busy up and down for his birthday.

"It's okay, my family is your family, and today's birthday has to be celebrated like this."

Ling Zhaozhao pressed him on the sofa and said with a smile.

Their family really has experience in this kind of temporary birthday celebration.