The president's pet daughter

Hearing these overly sober words, Ling Zhaozhao cast a suspicious look at him.

"Aren't you drunk?"

If he hadn't said that he was drunk, she wouldn't have used this as an excuse to block the gun and urge the marriage.

"Well, I have a terrible headache."

Song Mingzhe supported his forehead cooperatively.

Ling Zhaozhao saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, so he helped him fasten his seat belt, took out his mobile phone and handed it to him, motioning him to enter his address.

"Then I will resign myself to being Secretary Ling."

"President Song, I will serve you wholeheartedly."

Song Mingzhe listened to Ling Zhaozhao's dog-legged words, lowered his eyes to suppress the smile in his eyes, entered the address of his apartment in her mobile phone, and threw the apartment key to Ling Zhaozhao along the way.

It was the same apartment as last time.

Ling Zhaozhao followed the guidance of the navigation and drove the car directly downstairs.

With a responsible attitude, she opened the door and helped Song Mingzhe onto the sofa.

She also poured a glass of warm water for Song Mingzhe, and thoughtfully took out a thin quilt from the room to cover Song Mingzhe.

"If you feel uncomfortable, drink some water to moisten your throat, and remember to call me if you need anything."

Ling Zhaozhao helped Song Mingzhe tuck up the quilt carefully, and was about to pat his ass and leave.

It's time for her secretary to get off work.

And it would be too embarrassing for her to stay here forcibly.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Song Mingzhe grabbed Ling Zhaozhao's wrist.

"Secretary Ling."

He yelled extremely lightly, the corners of his eyes seemed to be stained red, and he looked at Ling Zhaozhao captivatingly, his sword eyebrows slightly raised.

"I have a headache and can't move. Can you please put the bath water for me?"

ha?

Ling Zhaozhao looked back at him in disbelief.

Did he really regard himself as his personal secretary?

"Zhao Zhao."

Song Mingzhe's tone suddenly softened.

He called her name affectionately, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional.

"Headache."

He looked at her and said in a low voice.

Ling Zhaozhao felt strangely that Song Mingzhe seemed to be acting like a baby to him.

Seeing him like this, Ling Zhaozhao disarmed and surrendered helplessly.

"Okay, the little one will go right away, Mr. Song will wait a moment."

Since they sent him home, she should be good to the end.

Seeing Ling Zhaozhao walk into the bathroom, Song Mingzhe, who was leaning on the sofa, slightly curled his lips.

He suddenly remembered that there is a saying in the book of teasing girls that goes like this.

Men will be coquettish, women will bow down.

Although he only briefly glanced at the 50-dollar collection of teasing girls, he has a photographic memory since he was a child, so he can use the tricks in it with ease.

Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, he touched his chin.

It's okay, the 50 is not a waste.

Ling Zhaozhao put away the bath water, and after confirming that the water temperature was suitable, he helped Song Mingzhe to the bathroom.

It's strange to say that Song Mingzhe's face doesn't look like he's drunk, but his steps are very vain, as if without Ling Zhaozhao's support, he would fall to the ground in a second.

Ling Zhaozhao did his best to help him to the bathroom, thinking that the next link should be inappropriate for children, so he could not help but push Song Mingzhe who was leaning on him.

"Zhao Zhao, I can't stand still."

He once again called Ling Zhaozhao's name lingeringly, making her panic.

He lowered his eyes slightly, trying to get rid of the bad and playful look in his eyes.

"I have no strength in my hands."

Ling Zhaozhao bit his lip and glared at Song Mingzhe angrily.

"You mean let me undress you?"

Song Mingzhe seemed to turn a blind eye to her angry eyes, pressed his temple, and said casually.

"Then thank you for your hard work, Zhao Zhao."

Ling Zhaozhao:! ! !

Can't he politely decline?

With the mentality of not being as knowledgeable as a drunkard, Ling Zhaozhao sighed resignedly, stretched out his hand and tiptoed to help Song Mingzhe take off his sweater jacket with difficulty.

"It's okay, why are you so tall?"

Ling Zhaozhao, who was a little sour even when he raised his hand, couldn't help muttering.

He also had a white base shirt underneath, which looked extremely flimsy under the light of the bathroom.

It can't even hide the vigorous muscles under the shirt.

Ling Zhaozhao didn't know where to look.

She cautiously stretched out her fingertips, and helped Song Mingzhe unbutton his shirt tremblingly.

However, Song Mingzhe couldn't stand still, leaning on her with most of his body, his breathing was entangled with her.

He lowered his head, spraying hot breath on her pale white fingers, lowering his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ling Zhaozhao felt extremely tormented.

Her fingertips would rub against Song Mingzhe's skin no matter what, but Song Mingzhe kept leaning against her, and she couldn't keep the distance away, which only made her distracted.

As soon as she got up with one mind, the movements of her hands would naturally not be too fast.

"Zhao Zhao, the water is getting cold."

Song Mingzhe suddenly let out a muffled laugh, and raised his hand to cover Ling Zhaozhao's fingertips.

How could this man be so mad.

The moment Ling Zhaozhao was held by his fingertips, he met Song Mingzhe's deep eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his mind was full of these words over and over again.

Her thoughts were directly dominated by Song Mingzhe, unable to control her movements, she could only let Song Mingzhe hold her hand, and deftly unbuttoned her buttons one after another.

The steaming mist filled the whole bathroom, Ling Zhaozhao wanted to see Song Mingzhe's eyes clearly, but found it was foggy.

She could feel the temperature of his palm, and even touch the clear veins of his palm, depicting the skin on his body.

But she couldn't see through what he wanted to do at this moment.

With the last button undone, Song Mingzhe took off his loose shirt easily.

It was only when Song Mingzhe's smooth and muscular lines were fully exposed in front of Ling Zhaozhao's eyes that she came back to her senses.

She withdrew her hand abruptly, and looked away.

"It seems that your wine has also sobered up a bit, and you don't need my help for the rest."

If it goes on like this, she won't be able to hold it anymore.

And when she was held by hand just now, she clearly felt Song Mingzhe's sobriety.

But she couldn't tell who was taking advantage of whom now.

Song Mingzhe saw his prey trying to escape from his palm, his eyes moved slightly, and he held her hand again.

This time, he directly put Ling Zhaozhao's hand on his belt.

"Zhao Zhao, help me."

His deep words came out from his thin lips, which were a little damp in the foggy environment.

He seemed to be drunk, but also not drunk, he just looked at Ling Zhaozhao directly.

Ling Zhaozhao felt his palms burn.

Her mind went blank.

Only one thought remains——

There is no end to this help.