The president's pet daughter

The Ling family has many sons, Yunmei and Ling Shiyi always missed a certain son's birthday in the past, and it was not uncommon for them to make up for it in a hurry.

That's why Ling Zhaozhao was so calm.

She counted the procedures that should be involved in the birthday with her fingers, then clapped her palms, and said seriously.

"How can there be no longevity noodles on your birthday? I'll get you another bowl later. After all, I haven't had time to prepare a gift for you yet."

At that time, she will have to pick out a special gift to make up for Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe saw how meticulously she prepared this impromptu birthday party for him, his lips curled up, and he was about to say that there is no need to spend so much time, but Ling Shiyi walked over.

"Xiao Song, this is a gift from my uncle. I'm in a hurry today, and I don't have time to prepare a bigger birthday party. Please forgive me. I will bring out the Moutai that I have treasured for 30 years. You should drink it with me. Have a few cups!"

With that said, he handed a thick red envelope to Song Mingzhe.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the thick red envelope, and couldn't help but speak.

"Dad, how much private money have you hidden from your mother? And you can't drink alcohol. When mother finds out, she will scold you again."

The family's finances are generally controlled by Yunmei, and she only leaves some pocket money for Ling Shiyi for daily expenses on weekdays.

Yunmei is usually very strict, so she doesn't know how Ling Shiyi managed to save this money.

"Keep your voice down, don't let your mother hear you."

The professor of biology who always had a straight face on weekdays coughed helplessly at his daughter's dismantling.

Song Mingzhe couldn't help laughing when he heard the bickering between the father and daughter, and then took the red envelope from Ling Shiyi's hand.

He felt Ling Shiyi's sincerity and thanked him sincerely.

"Thank you uncle."

The three brothers of the Ling family were not idle either, they were busy arranging ribbons and balloons at home, preparing to bring out the atmosphere of the birthday party.

Ling Yan loves to play and has a lot of tricky ideas, so he became the backbone of setting the scene.

Their efficiency was really fast, and it didn't take long for the warm and elegant birthday party scene to be arranged.

The balloons posted happy birthday words on the wall, and the ribbons and flowers on the side were dotted, which was unexpectedly beautiful.

At this time, Yunmei also came out pushing the double-layered cake that had just been mounted, and looked at Song Mingzhe lovingly.

"Happy birthday, Xiao Song. Auntie hopes that you will be happy every day in the future, safe and smooth."

Her tone was gentle, as if she was celebrating her child's birthday.

Song Mingzhe was shocked.

Shen Qiyu also said this sentence when he was young, but it was too long ago, so that now thinking about it, it feels like a world away.

"You are blessed. The cake made by my mother is the most delicious in the world, and I can only enjoy it on my birthday."

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the exquisite cake and blinked at Song Mingzhe.

In fact, in their family, the best cooker is her mother, Yunmei, who directly made Ling Shiyi fascinated by her.

It's just that later Ling Shiyi felt sorry for her and was determined not to let Yunmei cook, so Yunmei would cook only on special days.

And she thinks it takes time and effort to make cakes, so she will only do it herself on the birthday of her favorite little daughter.

"Mom, you are really eccentric in front of us."

Ling Yan looked at the cake and said sourly.

"But brother-in-law, I will make up for your birthday present when the time comes."

Ling Yan talked, but he still didn't forget who the protagonist is today.

"Me too."

The silent Ling Yuan also spoke.

Hearing that they were scrambling to give him gifts, Song Mingzhe pursed his thin lips lightly, a ripple in his heart.

He never lacked gifts for his birthday, but those gifts were not so much for him as for Song Jianguo.

After all, there are countless people who want to take advantage of his birthday to climb up to the Song family.

"Okay, let's make a wish to the birthday star first, and stop talking here."

The eldest brother Ling Zhi interrupted the chattering of the brothers while laughing, while putting candles on the cake.

Sister-in-law Xiao Beibei also turned off the lights with great insight.

In the darkness, candlelight was shining, and the Ling family surrounded him, waiting for him to make a wish.

Song Mingzhe looked at the happy birthday and the smiling face in the middle of the sweet cake, and couldn't help being a little dazed.

His birthday party has always been extravagant, after all, his father would invite the best band to play, the best celebration company to organize, and the top baker to make a unique huge cake for him.

Afterwards, the guests who file in will have a drink in this grand Vanity Fair.

In that extravagant birthday party, all he felt was a cold profit deal.

And the endless bickering with his parents after his birthday party.

Shen Qiyu didn't like that Song Jianguo made his son's birthday party so grand in order to broaden Boer's market channels.

But Song Jianguo complained that Shen Qiyu had a woman's mentality and didn't understand his painstaking efforts to pave the way for Song Mingzhe.

What followed was the sound of cups breaking, the sound of Song Jianguo closing the door angrily, and the sound of Shen Qiyu crying softly.

So Song Mingzhe has always hated birthdays.

After all, on his birthday, he didn't feel any warmth at all, and no one cared about his true feelings.

But now, in this simple and warm scene, there is no luxurious band performance, no professional master of ceremonies, and even no gathering of guests.

Only a group of people from the Ling family surrounded him, with sincere expressions, sincerely congratulated him on his happy birthday, and waited for him to blow out the candles after he finished making his wish.

It was such a simple scene, but it made him feel the warmth and care that he hadn't seen for a long time.

He closed his eyes, made a serious wish for the first time, and then blew out all the candles.

"What wish did you make?"

Seeing that he had blown out the candle, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help asking.

Song Mingzhe looked at Ling Zhaozhao who unreservedly distributed the love of his family to him, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually widened, and there was endless tenderness in his deep eyes.

"Whoever asks someone what kind of wish they made, it won't work if they say it."

Yunmei stood aside and cast a reproachful glance at Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao thought about it for a while, so he didn't ask any further questions.

Song Mingzhe looked at her expression of wanting to know but had to suppress his curiosity, and lowered his eyes slightly.

His wish was simple.

He hoped that Ling Zhaozhao and her family would be safe and happy every year.

He originally had no desires or hopes for this world.

But now, it seems there is again.