The president's pet daughter

When Ling Zhaozhao was leisurely lying on the hospital bed playing with his mobile phone, Shen Zhihe and Zhou Qing walked in suddenly.

Song Mingzhe had just bought pomegranates for Ling Zhaozhao, when he saw Shen Zhihe and Zhou Qing, he pursed his lips and spoke slowly.

"Uncle, aunt."

But Shen Zhihe and Zhou Qing didn't seem to see Song Mingzhe. Their eyes were completely attracted by Ling Zhaozhao on the hospital bed. When they saw Ling Zhaozhao lying on the bed weakly, their eyes revealed Full of distress.

When they received the call from the vice president, they really thought that Song Mingzhe was sick. They originally thought that they would ask Shen Xingxi to send something over and visit them after they finished their work.

Unexpectedly, the vice president called again, saying that the female companion brought by Song Mingzhe was sick.

How many women can Song Mingzhe take with him? If you think about it with your toes, you can tell that it is Ling Zhaozhao.

So they couldn't care less about the business at hand, they hurriedly prepared a bunch of things, and hurried over here.

"Poor Zhaozhao, this is how sick he is, his face is pale."

Standing in front of Ling Zhaozhao's hospital bed, Shen Zhihe said with a sigh.

If Ling Zhaozhao hadn't looked in the mirror not long ago, and admired her overly rosy cheeks as if she had blush, she would have really believed Shen Zhihe's words.

Does the hospital bed have its own dermabrasion effect?The rosiness on her face was worn away.

"Uncle, aunt, you are here."

Ling Zhaozhao wanted to get up from the bed, but Zhou Qing held him down.

Today Zhou Qing was wearing a bright red cheongsam, with her hair coiled up high, giving her a little more grace and luxury. She put her hands on Ling Zhaozhao's shoulders, her tone full of concern.

"You're still sick, so you don't need to get up."

Zhou Qing's tone was very gentle, and his gentle eyes showed full of concern.

Ling Zhaozhao's smile was a bit embarrassing, but in fact, she now felt that except for the lack of freedom of movement, everything else was fine.

As long as she can get her out of bed, she promises to be alive and kicking immediately.

"My aunt knew that you were sick, so she picked out a few thousand-year-old ginseng and some supplements to replenish qi and blood. You must take them on time."

"There is also a pillow to help you sleep. You must not be as comfortable at home in the hospital. Auntie brought it here because she was afraid that you would not be used to it."

"The clothes here are all bought according to your height and size. You are in a hurry to stay in the hospital, so you must not have prepared so carefully. If there is anything missing, just tell your aunt."

A few men in suits walked in from the door, carrying bags of things in their hands, and put them on the sofa not far from Ling Zhaozhao.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at the sofa that was piled up to the brim, and had the illusion that she had a serious illness and was going to stay in the hospital for a long time.

But she might be discharged from the hospital this afternoon...

"Aunt, I..."

Ling Zhaozhao was about to explain that her condition was not serious, she just had a fever, but was interrupted by Song Mingzhe who was standing aside.

There was a vague smile on his lips, looking at Ling Zhaozhao, he seemed to find her current situation a bit funny.

"Since uncle and aunt gave it to you, you can keep it."

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the instigator who caused her to be hospitalized, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and started to play in a blink of an eye.

Hmph, she's having a hard time anyway, so don't even think about it.

"Then thank you, aunt. I was afraid that Mingzhe would be unhappy because I accepted these things."

She sighed, feeling inexplicably strict with her husband, she quietly looked at the pomegranate on the table, and looked at Song Mingzhe with some fear.

"Oh, bad, Mingzhe, don't be angry, I'm just sick and forgot, I'll peel a pomegranate for you to eat later, oh no, I'll get out of bed now."

She looked like she was afraid of Song Mingzhe, and she was about to get out of bed in a hurry, so frightened that Zhou Qing quickly held her down, and even Shen Zhihe beside him couldn't help frowning.

"What kind of pomegranate, can't he peel it himself?"

"Mingzhe, you don't feel sorry for Zhaozhao too much. She is sick, and you still ask her to peel some pomegranates."

Even Zhou Qing, who had always favored Song Mingzhe, defended Ling Zhaozhao.

"No, Zhaozhao, don't pay attention to him, with uncle and aunt here, it's good if you don't ask him to peel pomegranates for you to eat."

She took Ling Zhaozhao into her arms, put her hands on top of Ling Zhaozhao's head, and gently comforted Ling Zhaozhao.

Lying in Zhou Qing's arms, Ling Zhaozhao winked slyly at Song Mingzhe.

Song Mingzhe saw through her little trick, and was not angry. Instead, he sat down on the chair in front of Ling Zhaozhao's bed, and peeled the pomegranate for Ling Zhaozhao himself.

"Then I'll peel it off for you."

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to accept her move so obediently, and he couldn't help being a little stunned.

His knuckle fingers carefully peeled the pomegranate, and handed it to Ling Zhaozhao's mouth.

"Eat."

His eyes were deep, as if he wanted to see through Ling Zhaozhao.

Seeing Zhou Qing and Shen Zhihe at the side, Ling Zhaozhao was a little embarrassed, she got out of Zhou Qing's arms, stretched out her hand, and wanted to take the pomegranate from Song Mingzhe's hand.

Song Mingzhe stopped her movements.

He smiled slightly, and looked at Ling Zhaozhao's embarrassed expression calmly.

"You are sick and can't move, let me feed you."

Ling Zhaozhao finally knew what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

Seeing Song Mingzhe being so considerate to Ling Zhaozhao, Zhou Qing and Shen Zhihe couldn't help but smile with relief on their faces.

"Zhao Zhao, don't be polite to him, don't be shy, eat whatever you want."

Shen Zhihe didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, he booed from the side.

Looking at Zhou Qing and Shen Zhihe's expectant faces, Ling Zhaozhao ate the pomegranate in Song Mingzhe's hand.

Her lips brushed against Song Mingzhe's fingertips lightly. The warm red lips and the cool white fingertips added a bit of ambiguity and made his eyes darken.

Originally, he just wanted to tease her a little, but he didn't expect that in the end, the object of teasing seemed to be himself.

The soft touch of her lips lingered on Song Mingzhe's fingertips, making him unable to resist rubbing them repeatedly in the dark.

He suddenly thought of Ling Zhaozhao's drunken kiss, and his throat rolled unconsciously.

"Sweet?"

Song Mingzhe suppressed the strange emotions surging in his heart, and even avoided Ling Zhaozhao's gaze.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't notice that Song Mingzhe's tone was wrong, she was still savoring the sweet juice of pomegranate.

"sweet."

She said it sweetly, her expression did not seem to be fake.

Her cheeks were flushed, but she was a little more girlish than before.

Song Mingzhe's eyes were dim, and he thought of the taste on her lips again.

He suddenly felt that no matter how sweet this pomegranate was, it might not be as sweet as Ling Zhaozhao.