The president's pet daughter

Ling Zhaozhao still couldn't resist sending the address, until Song Mingzhe rang the doorbell of her room, she was still in a dream.

Is he Doraemon?Otherwise, how could he have shuttled in front of her so quickly.

When Ling Zhaozhao looked at Song Mingzhe who was wearing a black coat, a gray scarf around his neck, and some white snow stains on his delicate eyebrows and eyes, this was the first thought that came to his mind.

It turned out that he was really not joking, he was really in Xueyuan.

Ling Zhaozhao had already changed into comfortable pajamas and slippers in the room. Seeing that her pajamas were thin and her smooth white neck was exposed, Song Mingzhe couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Is not It Cold?"

He stood outside the door, and put the scarf around Ling Zhaozhao's neck. The warm temperature brought Ling Zhaozhao's thoughts back to the real world in an instant.

"When did you arrive at Xueyuan?"

Ling Zhaozhao stared into his eyes, many inexplicable emotions flashed in his eyes.

"Not long after I got off the plane, I saw the news of your withdrawal, and then I called you."

Song Mingzhe answered her questions honestly.

Afraid that Ling Zhaozhao would be in a hurry, he asked the driver to step on the accelerator all the way and rushed here as fast as possible.

Seeing his dusty appearance, Ling Zhaozhao knew that he was not lying to her, and remembered the message he had sent and withdrawn, so he couldn't help biting his lip.

A lot of emotions suddenly surged in her mind, from the joy and anticipation of arriving here for the first time, to the fact that her work and hard work were thrown aside as garbage.And her grievance and disgust when Ma Jun and Cai Minghui regarded her as a commodity traded by power and sex...

Looking into Song Mingzhe's deep eyes, she still couldn't help reaching out and hugging him.

Her emotions overcame her reason, and at this moment she couldn't restrain herself and fell towards Song Mingzhe.

She doesn't want to talk or express now, she just wants a hug.

And it's his.

Song Mingzhe, who was hugged by Ling Zhaozhao suddenly, was a little dazed, and afraid that the wind and frost on his body would be stained by her who was wearing thin clothes, so he could only move his position carefully.

He felt Ling Zhaozhao's emotional fluctuations in his arms, this was the first time he saw Ling Zhaozhao, who was always heartless and carefree, so fragile.

In addition to the suppressed anger in his eyes, there is also a deep heartache.

"Zhao Zhao."

He softly called her name, and covered her hair with cool fingertips, as if to comfort her gently.

His gentle actions soothed the grievance in her heart, and his generous chest was her best safe haven.

"Everything is with me."

Song Mingzhe said in a low voice.

He didn't press Ling Zhaozhao to ask what happened, and he didn't want to ask more.

She doesn't want to say it, so there's no need to say it.

He can also check around.

The most important thing is that no matter what happens, he will be there for her.

Ling Zhaozhao leaned his head on Song Mingzhe's chest. Hearing his words, his fingertips couldn't help but tighten his clothes.

There was a burst of ripples in my heart.

This man is sometimes so gentle that people really can't help but feel moved.

She hugged Song Mingzhe quietly for a while, and the bad emotions in her heart gradually calmed down.

"Xiao Songzi, thank you."

She thanked her in a muffled voice.

"Let's go eat barbecue, I'm so hungry."

She raised her head, a little pitifully.

It's nine o'clock now, and she didn't even have a sip of tea, she was really hungry.

Moreover, there are some things that she wants to complain about while eating.

"Okay, dress warmly, don't catch a cold."

Song Mingzhe pinned the broken hair around her ears behind her ears, and said gently.

Ling Zhaozhao sniffed, feeling that today's Song Mingzhe was too gentle.

As expected of the person she likes.

Ling Zhaozhao silently praised his vision in his heart, then nodded obediently, went back to the room and quickly changed into a set of warm clothes.

Fortunately, Lin Xi sent her a guide on eating, drinking and having fun in Xueyuan before, which made her not so entangled in choosing a barbecue restaurant.

Fortunately, the delicious barbecue restaurant is not far from the hotel, it only takes a few minutes to walk there.

When they walked out of the hotel, Ling Zhaozhao was surprised to find that the first snow had fallen in Xueyuan.

When she arrived this morning, it hadn't snowed yet.

The pure white snowflakes fell one by one, and under the illumination of the lights, they were extraordinarily holy and beautiful.

Ling Zhaozhao seldom saw such a beautiful snow scene, so he couldn't help reaching out to catch a few snowflakes.

"So lovely."

She couldn't help sighing.

She looked sideways at Song Mingzhe, only to see snowflakes falling on his head, staining his short black hair a few spots of white.

Walking in the snow with him, she felt as if she would grow old with him in the snow.

This strange idea couldn't help but make Ling Zhaozhao's cheeks turn red.

Her heart couldn't help itching.

They were already very close, and Ling Zhaozhao touched Song Mingzhe's cold hand with just a slight movement.

"Little Songzi, your hands are so cold."

Ling Zhaozhao sighed, and subconsciously grabbed his palm.

She didn't think so much at first, she just wanted to pass the temperature of her palm to him immediately, but when she held Song Mingzhe's palm, she realized something was wrong.

Her behavior was really too intimate.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at Song Mingzhe nervously, for fear that he would be unhappy because of his actions, and even wanted to withdraw his hand.

But Song Mingzhe looked normal.

He looked down at Ling Zhaozhao holding his hand, seeing that she was trying to escape, there was an invisible curve on his lips.

"Well, your hands are still warm."

There seemed to be some irony in his tone, and the temperature on Ling Zhaozhao's cheeks couldn't help but rise again.

"Just right."

He said this lightly, and then squeezed Ling Zhaozhao's hand tightly.

His hands were too cold, but Ling Zhaozhao's were warm enough, and it was just right for them to hold each other.

A string of their parallel footprints were left on the white snow, and the street lamps on the roadside cast their shadows on the snow.

Their shadows were intertwined, as if they had merged into one.

And Ling Zhaozhao was still immersed in Song Mingzhe's just right sentence.

So he doesn't resent these small actions of his own, and even acquiesced with actions?

Her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't think normally.

Until I came to the door of the barbecue shop.

Probably not because of the weekend, the traffic in the store was not too much, Ling Zhaozhao's eyes lit up when he saw the huge signboard.

Song Mingzhe also saw the barbecue restaurant, and couldn't help but pause.

He counted the time it took for him to come here, and looked down at the hand he and Ling Zhaozhao were holding.

Let him find a place to eat next time.

This road is still too short.