The president's pet daughter

After eating the cake, a group of people sat at the dinner table happily.

Ling Shiyi really took out the bottle of Moutai, and happily poured Song Mingzhe several glasses of wine.

Song Mingzhe glanced at the dishes on the table inadvertently while drinking, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother-in-law, but this is according to your taste, isn't it very to your liking?"

Ling Yan noticed Song Mingzhe's expression, and said with a smile.

He is the only one in this family who deals with business, and watching his words and demeanor is the basic operation.

Although Song Mingzhe was fine on the surface when he was eating at Ling's house, Ling Yan could see that he was picky invisibly.

For example, when he eats vegetables, he deliberately avoids dishes that are heavy in oil and salt, and he doesn't even touch dishes with chopped green onion and ginger.

But the Ling family's preference for food is heavy, so he arranged a lighter banquet today.

"Thank you, third brother, I've made up my mind."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, as if he didn't expect Ling Yan to notice such details, and he couldn't help but feel a little touched.

The warmth and care that he lacked seemed to be found in the Ling family bit by bit.

"Come on, longevity noodles are here."

Ling Zhaozhao, who sneaked into the kitchen not long ago, came out with a bowl of steaming noodles.

She put her face in front of Song Mingzhe, her almond eyes were full of smiles.

Song Mingzhe didn't expect that Ling Zhaozhao actually made longevity noodles for him himself, his eyes moved slightly.

Ling Zhaozhao even cracked two eggs specially, implying that good things come in pairs.

"Oh, it's true that I have a husband and forget my father. I haven't eaten cooked longevity noodles yet."

Ling Shiyi looked at the bowl of longevity noodles in front of Song Mingzhe, with a slightly sour tone.

Ling Zhaozhao has perfectly inherited Yunmei's culinary skills, and is simply a born little cook.

But everyone in the Ling family loves her, even if they know that she is an amazing cook, they are never willing to let her cook.

"That's right, I've always been muttering that kitchen fume is a beauty killer. It seems that we are not qualified enough, so we can't let Chef Ling do it himself."

Ling Yan also started to feel jealous.

"Zhao Zhao, understand what I mean?"

Ling Zhi, who has always been Ling Zhaozhao's only friend, has a strong jealousy in his eyes.

"Hey, and me."

Ling Yuan also coughed from the side, picking up his own sense of existence with jealousy.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help being a little funny looking at these men who became jealous because of a bowl of noodles for no reason.

"It's not your birthday today, so don't come here."

She looked at Song Mingzhe, and there seemed to be stars in her eyes.

"Eat quickly, so that you can live a long and healthy life."

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao did not hide her preference for him in front of her family, Song Mingzhe couldn't help but slightly curved his mouth.

He lowered his eyes and took a sip, and it tasted really good.

Moreover, Ling Zhaozhao seemed to have remembered his preferences, and deliberately did not put in the ingredients he usually hates. The color and taste of this bowl of noodles were unexpectedly very suitable for his appetite.

Seeing the interaction between Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao, Yunmei couldn't keep her eyes open from laughing.

"Xiao Song, have you and Zhao Zhao considered when to get married?"

Song Mingzhe didn't expect Yunmei to urge her to marry with her mouth, so she couldn't help but pause.

And Ling Zhaozhao's smile froze on his face.

"Mom, how could it be so fast? Mingzhe and I haven't been together for long...and you asked me last time, you kept urging us, which put us under a lot of pressure."

Ling Zhaozhao tugged at the corner of Yunmei's clothes, and started her coquettish plan.

She is very aware of Yunmei's temperament, if you try to reason with her, she won't listen to a word, so why not act like a baby and awaken the maternal love in her heart.

"Mom doesn't know you yet? You are thin-skinned, and sometimes it's hard to speak. Mom is helping you speak now."

But Yunmei didn't accept Ling Zhaozhao's set directly, she smiled and resolved Ling Zhaozhao's coquettishness, and incidentally placed the pot of urging marriage on Ling Zhaozhao's head.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at his mother in confusion, she really didn't know when she hated marriage so much.

What do you mean she is embarrassed to speak? !

"I don't know when Xiao Song's parents will be free. Our two families will sit together and have a good chat, so we can discuss your marriage."

Yunmei continued to chase after the victory, leading the topic to the meeting of the two parents.

No way, who let her see Aunt Cai next door carrying her grandson to go shopping this morning, and the child smiled sweetly at her, which made her desire to hug her grandson reach its peak all of a sudden.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly became nervous.

She can find a fake boyfriend, but where can she find a fake father-in-law and fake mother-in-law?

"My parents are currently abroad and won't be back for a while."

Song Mingzhe spoke heavily.

Ling Zhaozhao nodded quickly, feeling relieved.

As expected of an actor, his ability to perform on the spot is pretty good.

"But my parents don't actually interfere with my marriage, as long as Zhao Zhao nods, they can do it anytime."

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, and directly dropped the topic on Ling Zhaozhao again.

What he said seemed to be saying that he also wanted to get married, but Ling Zhaozhao refused to nod.

Ling Zhaozhao:? ? ?

She feels that she is now the biggest backer in this century.

Sure enough, everyone's eyes focused on Ling Zhaozhao again.

"Zhao Zhao, what are you thinking?"

Sister-in-law Xiao Beibei couldn't help asking.

Probably because she and Ling Zhi fell in love at first sight and got married in a flash, so they don't quite understand Ling Zhaozhao's mood.

Ling Zhaozhao doesn't think about anything now, he just wants to escape.

"My head hurts, Mingzhe, see if I have a fever."

Ling Zhaozhao put his hands on his forehead, pretending to be in pain.

She also quietly pulled Song Mingzhe's sleeve under the dining table, and gave him wild winks.

"Zhao Zhao, you..."

Knowing daughter Mo Ruofu, Ling Shiyi twitched the corner of his mouth when he saw Ling Zhaozhao's obviously pretending to be ill.

But before he could finish the rest, Song Mingzhe received Ling Zhaozhao's message, and cooperatively put his hand on her forehead.

"Well, it seems to be really burning."

His expression did not seem to be fake, and there was even a bit of concern in his eyes.

"Then it looks like Zhaozhao is really sick, so let's go upstairs and have a rest."

Hearing what Song Mingzhe said, Ling Shiyi's attitude took a 180-degree turn.

Ling Zhaozhao: ...

Why, she said she was pretending to be sick, but Song Mingzhe said it was true?

Can the world ever get better?

Song Mingzhe smiled, supported Ling Zhaozhao's waist, and whispered in her ear.

"Let's go."

He took her to escape from this marriage urging Shura field.