The president's pet daughter

When Ling Zhaozhao returned to the box, the atmosphere in the box was as harmonious as ever.

Mu Yang was well-informed and humorous, and quickly lifted the atmosphere. After the whole meal, he was unexpectedly not so stiff and boring.

It's just that he has just returned to China, and there are still many things to deal with, so he can't stay here any longer, and he will leave in a hurry after a meal.

Before leaving, he gave Song Mingzhe a meaningful look.

"It's good for your health to digest food after a meal, don't you think so, sister Zhaozhao?"

Mu Yang shifted his gaze from Song Mingzhe to Ling Zhaozhao with a half-smile.

"Ah, yes."

Ling Zhaozhao, who was suddenly named, was stunned for a moment, but he still hadn't come to his senses. Although he didn't quite understand why Mo Muyang brought up such a topic of health preservation, he still answered subconsciously.

After Mu Yang left, only Ling Zhaozhao and Song Mingzhe were left in the box.

"Go out for a walk."

Song Mingzhe took the initiative to speak.

By the way, he also carried the bag Ling Zhaozhao put aside in his hand.

"Let me carry it on my back."

Ling Zhaozhao was embarrassed to let Song Mingzhe carry her bag.

They are not lovers, and Song Mingzhe has no obligation to help her carry them.

"It's heavy, so I'll carry it."

Song Mingzhe said without changing his face, as if Ling Zhaozhao's bag weighed a thousand catties.

Looking at the pink bag the size of a palm, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but twitched his eyes.

If it wasn't for her bag, she would really believe what Song Mingzhe said.

She thought Song Mingzhe was just adhering to the gentleman's demeanor, so she didn't continue to persist, but followed him and walked out of the small restaurant.

There was a cobblestone road in front of the small restaurant, Song Mingzhe walked ahead carrying her bag, his long shadow was reflected on the cobblestone.

Ling Zhaozhao became playful, and stepped forward step by step on his shadow, merging the two shadows together.

A little girl pushed a small float and stopped in front of them.

"Brother, do you want to buy flowers for your girlfriend? It's very cheap."

The little girl looked no more than ten years old, with two little chirps on her head, her round face was extremely cute, and her milky voice made one's heart melt.

The small floats are full of bouquets, and the clusters of flowers make the small floats extraordinarily beautiful.

"Little friend, we are not in that kind of relationship, but I can buy a bouquet of flowers."

Although Ling Zhaozhao's eyes couldn't help but brighten up the moment he saw the flower, she couldn't lie in front of the child after all, so she could only bend slightly and pat the little girl's head.

"If you don't have that kind of relationship, how can this big brother help my sister with her backpack? My father often helps my mother with her backpack like this."

The little girl blinked her big eyes and looked back and forth between Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao, seeming extremely puzzled.

Ling Zhaozhao wanted to say something more, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Mingzhe taking a few steps forward.

His serious black suit, matched with her pink bag, inexplicably added a bit of humor.

"What do these flowers mean?"

Song Mingzhe frowned slightly, looking at the little float.

In his eyes, these pink, red and white flowers seemed to be the same except for the different shapes and packaging.

"Brother, what kind of flower do you want to ask? These flowers have different flower languages. If you want to hear it, I can tell you slowly."

The little girl opened her fingers, ready to introduce these flowers to Song Mingzhe one by one.

"No, I bought them all, is there anything else?"

Song Mingzhe roughly estimated the number of these flowers, and said bluntly.

These flowers were not enough to fill his trunk, so it would be a bit overwhelming to give them away.

"Yes, yes, I will call my mother over!"

After hearing Song Mingzhe's words, the little girl's eyes burst out with surprise, and she ran back home bouncing around.

"What do you buy so many flowers for?"

Ling Zhaozhao looked at him with some puzzlement.

Does the president's office need some flowers to decorate it?

His secretary is quite competent, even if he is outside, he does not forget to improve the office culture.

Song Mingzhe glanced at her, his eyes flickered slightly

"You don't like it, I'll give it to you."

He didn't miss Ling Zhaozhao's surprised expression when he saw these flowers just now.

Ling Zhaozhao looked at him dumbfounded.

"I just think these flowers are pretty. Besides, isn't it a bit too wasteful for you to buy so many flowers for me?"

"But I want to send you."

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips and looked at her seriously.

If he wants to give, he must give the best and the most.

Ling Zhaozhao was inexplicably hit in the heart by these words.

She unnaturally looked away from Song Mingzhe, her mind was in a panic.

Damn it, this man has teased her again invisibly.

Just when the atmosphere was full of ambiguity, the little girl took her mother's hand and walked over pushing a cart full of flowers.

"Mom, this is the pair of brothers and sisters I told you about. Are they a good match, and the brother is also super generous to the sister, really very affectionate."

Pointing at Song Mingzhe and Ling Zhaozhao, the little girl followed her mother in a childish voice.

"Yes, this gentleman and lady seem to be a particularly good match."

Wrinkles appeared in the corners of her mother's eyes, and she looked at the two talented people in front of her gently.

Ling Zhaozhao found that he couldn't explain it clearly. No matter how he said it, the little girl and her mother decided that she and Song Mingzhe were a couple.

Song Mingzhe looked at the number of these flowers and nodded slightly.

"I want all these."

Fortunately, the car is not far away. If they move together, they can finish the move.

The little girl was clever. Seeing that Song Mingzhe was so straightforward, she wittily said auspicious words.

"I wish my brother and sister happiness and happiness, love and love."

Ling Zhaozhao didn't expect Song Mingzhe to ask for all the flowers so neatly, and he didn't expect the little girl to say this, and his face was involuntarily stained red.

Song Mingzhe was much calmer.

He raised his eyebrows, seemingly dissatisfied.

"are these all?"

Just happy and happy, loving and loving?

The little girl's mother has a lot of experience, and when she heard Song Mingzhe's words, she immediately reacted.

"There is still a good relationship for a hundred years, a long time."

Song Mingzhe nodded slightly, as if he was satisfied with the little girl's mother's words.

After hearing these words, Ling Zhaozhao on the side suddenly met Song Mingzhe's dark eyes.

Are the words he just said to lead to the following sentence?

Are you asking casually along the topic of the little girl, or do you really want to hear this sentence?

She couldn't see through Song Mingzhe's gaze, nor could she figure out what he was thinking.