The president's pet daughter

In fact, Ling Zhaozhao also had some selfish intentions. Song Mingzhe, a elm-headed man, might have to wait for him to open his mind.

Since Ling Yan sent such a good assist, there is no reason for her not to use it.

After arriving at the cinema, Ling Zhaozhao took the opportunity to change into the couple outfit in the bathroom.

When she came out, Song Mingzhe had just changed to wait for her at the door.

He is also pink and tender in color, his thin lips are lightly pursed, and his face is a bit colder than before.

The two stood together, inexplicably like a couple on a university campus.

Because of their high looks, they also attracted the attention of many passers-by.

"Let's go."

Song Mingzhe couldn't help frowning slightly when he saw the eyes of his surroundings looking at him from time to time.

"it is good."

Ling Zhaozhao responded in a low voice, gently tugged on his cuff, and followed him to the reserved theater.

The theater Song Mingzhe reserved was a luxurious small hall, which was just within Ling Zhaozhao's expectations.

After all, if it is too big, it is not easy to arrange.

Ling Zhaozhao called the staff, and communicated with the staff in detail according to the marriage proposal list Ling Yuan gave her.

Song Mingzhe stood beside her, listening to her arrange everything with great interest.

"This place should be hidden better, and the petals and fireworks may need to be placed at the right time. Please pay attention to my gestures then."

"The position of the camera should be more hidden, and these things have to be pushed out at the moment when the lights are turned on at the end of the movie."

……

She spoke vividly, and Song Mingzhe looked at her quietly.

The staff noticed that Song Mingzhe had been looking at Ling Zhaozhao intently, and couldn't help laughing.

"Miss, you and your boyfriend are really affectionate. He's been looking at you for as long as you've been talking here."

Ling Zhaozhao noticed Song Mingzhe's burning eyes.

"You have a bit too much broken hair."

Song Mingzhe lowered his eyes slightly, and stretched out his hand to pin the broken hair behind Ling Zhaozhao's ear.

His cool fingertips lightly brushed Ling Zhaozhao's cheek, which made her shudder slightly.

Ling Zhaozhao's excited little thoughts just now dimmed.

It turned out that people just couldn't see her messy hair.

She refocused on Ling Yuan's marriage proposal process.

And Ling Yuan hurried to the theater after finishing the morning's work.

Seeing that Ling Zhaozhao had sorted out everything about the marriage proposal in an orderly manner, Ling Yuan couldn't help showing gratitude.

"Zhaozhao, Xiao Song, I have really worked hard for you."

"Can you help me to see what's wrong with the proposal."

He took out a note, densely written on it.

There are many traces of modification, it seems that one version has been changed.

Ling Zhaozhao watched his second elder brother get his fingers stained with ink in order to write this marriage proposal, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

But she knew that this marriage proposal would definitely satisfy the second sister-in-law very much.

Song Mingzhe glanced at the marriage proposal calmly.

Although the rhetoric is not gorgeous, it is more sincere.

He glanced at Ling Zhaozhao, but saw Ling Zhaozhao was very moved.

It turned out that she liked this type of proposal.

Song Mingzhe thought about it thoughtfully.

Ling Zhaozhao felt that Ling Yuan's marriage proposal was perfect, and she only helped to change some small details.

Now that Ling Yuan is here, there is no need for them to follow up on other tasks.

Ling Zhaozhao sat directly on the couple seat behind and stretched tiredly.

After waking up early and tiring all day, she now truly understands it.

Obviously she didn't do anything, but she was too tired to panic.

"Moisten your throat."

Song Mingzhe handed her a bottle of water.

He had just seen her talking all the time, so his throat must have been exhausted.

So he deliberately bought a bottle of water.

Ling Zhaozhao just felt dry mouth, thanked him in a low voice, took the water bottle, and took a big gulp.

At this time, they were adjusting the lights, and the lights in the theater suddenly dimmed.

In this dim environment, they looked at Ling Yuan and the staff in front of them who were busy looking at the details.

The ending song of the movie was also playing on the stereo, which was poignant and melodious.

And they sat in a corner where no one noticed, sitting very close to each other.

Ling Zhaozhao suddenly realized that this was very similar to the scene Gao Yueli described yesterday.

With the dark environment, the moving atmosphere, and the people, what else is there?

Ling Zhaozhao thought for a while, and took out the small pendant from his coat pocket.

It was only a surprise for her.

"I have something for you."

Ling Zhaozhao said something in a low voice.

But the sound in the movie hall was too loud, Song Mingzhe couldn't hear it clearly, and the distance with her got closer.

"what?"

he asked in a low voice.

A beam of light suddenly shone on Ling Zhaozhao's face, and her delicate eyebrows and red lips were clearly outlined in front of him.

There seemed to be bright stars in her eyes, which were so beautiful at that moment.

Song Mingzhe's gaze focused on her lips again.

No one knew that in the dark corner, his throat was tight and tight.

No one knew how many nasty thoughts were swirling in his mind under his calm face.

Ling Zhaozhao's lips opened and closed again, but he didn't hear it at all.

Finally, Ling Zhaozhao seemed to be unable to take it anymore, and directly stuffed a cold hard object into his hand.

Her lips were suddenly very close to him, as if they were about to brush against his cheek in the next moment.

And her warm breath lingered beside his earlobe, itching, as if scratching his heart.

"This is your birthday present."

She said softly.

He glanced at her, her cheeks were red, as if drunk.

Song Mingzhe looked down at his palm, and the silver pendant in the shape of a bright moon and a mountain lay quietly in his palm.

The pendant is very detailed and the material is very good, it looks like it was made by a master.

Ling Zhaozhao nervously observed Song Mingzhe's expression, for fear that he would not like this gift.

In fact, she didn't think so much at the beginning, even when she was drafting, she felt that she was scribbling.

But she just felt that if Song Mingzhe was born as a cold mountain, then she would be the bright moon shining on him.

The two of them should complement each other and be entangled with each other.

But this is also her wishful thinking.

Who knows if someone is willing to let her be his bright moon.

Song Mingzhe looked at the pendant in his hand, and his lips curved suddenly.

He rubbed the cold pendant carefully until it was warmed up.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

He said softly, looking at Ling Zhaozhao sincerely.

His bright moon actually gave him a round of bright moon.

Bright, gentle light shines on him.

He held the moon in his hand, looked at the moon in front of him, and couldn't stop the smile on his lips.