Chapter 72 Song Ziting was stunned and reached out to take the newspaper. When she opened it, she was dumbfounded. There was a big photo on the headline of the newspaper. The big photo showed Zhang Hao carrying her out of the venue last night. Song Ziting couldn't help it.
I don’t admire the photographer’s skill. I don’t know when this shot was taken. In the photo, Song Ziting is quietly raising her eyes to look at Zhang Hao, and Zhang Hao seems to have a smile on his lips. At first glance, it seems that his face is full of smiles.
Song Ziting's little face suddenly turned the color of pig's liver, and she cursed the paparazzi in her heart for being too cruel in taking pictures, but when she turned around and saw the annotation next to the photo, she almost fainted out of breath. A row of small black characters were clear.
He wrote: I am amazed by the news that the daughter of the Song family hit up the young CEO of City S. Afterwards, the two behaved intimately, boarded a luxury car, and left quietly.
Song Ziting grabbed the newspaper and raised her head angrily, damn paparazzi, what do you mean by hooking up?! Who is hooking up with whom, can they talk?! Song Ziting took the newspaper and explained to Mother Song: "Mom, this is all
It was written randomly in the newspaper. Yesterday I was..." Song Ziting originally wanted to say that she fainted, but she thought that if her grandma heard that she had fainted, she would become anxious again, so she immediately continued to say with a blushing face: "
Oh, besides, aren't Haozi and I married? If I don't get in his car, whose car should I get in?" The more Song Ziting talked, the more she felt aggrieved.
Seeing her daughter's wronged look, Song's mother couldn't help but feel a little distressed, so she reached out and touched Song Ziting's little face, but she still said earnestly, "Tingting, I know the media has wronged you, but you also have to pay attention to your public image.
Ah, because according to your request, your and Haozi's wedding was not widely publicized. Many people did not know that you were married, so when you two appeared in public at the same time, it would naturally cause misunderstandings. You are a woman.
My child, according to Haozi’s status, there are naturally many women who are eyeing you, so the newspaper will include you. Fortunately, Haozi can take you out to clarify everything with the media today, otherwise, I don’t know what will happen to you.
How to write it, then our Song family will also be said to be incompetent in raising children! "Mom! I will pay attention to it in the future!" Song Ziting listened to Song's mother's words, curled her lips, her little face was full of grievances, and her heart was filled with paparazzi
The team scolded her all over, but she thought that she was still angry with Zhang Hao for making their relationship public, but now it was better that Zhang Hao had become the savior to restore her image. Thinking of this, Song Ziting couldn't help but feel depressed, why did she take advantage of it every time?
Without the upper hand, the agreement written in black and white will have no effect at all!
"Old madam, madam, the meal is ready!" Just when Song Ziting was about to complain, her aunt's voice came from downstairs. As soon as Song Ziting heard that she had eaten, her face suddenly became happy, and she held Song's arm in her arms.
The old lady held Mama Song's arm, and then said with a smile: "I miss the sweet and sour pork ribs and braised fish at home the most. When I just entered the door, I saw my aunt preparing it. Let's go to eat quickly!" "You little kid
Greedy cat, I know you like to eat, so I specially asked my aunt to make it for you!" Old Mrs. Song fondly poked Song Ziting's forehead, then smiled and followed Song Ziting downstairs, but just now
After walking a few steps, she suddenly remembered something and said to Song Ziting: "Tingting, go call your father and Haozi to come down for dinner!" After hearing what Mrs. Song said, Song Ziting responded happily, but turned around
But she couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "Don't try to steal my sweet and sour pork ribs from me, otherwise, hum!" Song Ziting quietly walked towards the study room while gesticulating.
When Old Mrs. Song and Mother Song looked at Song Ziting's little appearance, they couldn't help shaking their heads fondly and smiling at each other: "Hey, this little girl is even more naughty than her brother, like a child who has not grown up.
!" Song's mother said with a smile, and then helped Mrs. Song downstairs first.
Song Ziting muttered and walked toward the study room, walked to the door, and was about to knock on the door, but found that the door was ajar, and then she heard the conversation coming from inside: "Dad, I really don't let Kun
Do you know? Your relationship with Kunzi..." This was Zhang Hao's voice. Song Ziting could recognize it, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by her father, and then she heard Song Ziting's voice.
Dad said:
"Haozi, since you have married Tingting, we are a family. Since I asked you to help with this matter, I have made up my mind not to let Kunzi know. If possible, I also don't want Tingting to know. You
Can you guarantee it? "Dad, is this appropriate? I'm afraid Kunzi will..."
"Haozi, I'll leave the company to you first. We'll deal with the rest later. Even if Kunzi comes back, he won't be able to help at this time!" Song's father said firmly, "Okay, that's it. The time is about the same."
Come on, let's go downstairs first!" Song Ziting stood at the door in a daze, not knowing what her father was talking to Zhang Hao inside, but through the light through the crack in the door, she could see that her father's face was not good.
, when she heard her father suddenly stood up and said he wanted to go downstairs, Song Ziting came back to her senses, and hurriedly pretended to reach out to knock on the door, but as soon as she raised her hand, Zhang Hao and Song's father opened the door, and Song Ziting hurriedly showed a smile:
"Dad, Brother Haozi, the meal is ready. Grandma asked me to come up and call you to eat!" Father Song was startled when he saw Song Ziting at the door, but when he heard Song Ziting's words, he breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded and went downstairs.
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Song Ziting saw that her father was still serious when he saw her, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. But when she turned around, she saw Zhang Hao leaning on the wall behind her and looking at her. She couldn't help but puffed up her cheeks and turned around to leave, but she just stepped forward.
After taking a step, she heard Zhang Hao's voice from behind: "If you want dad to forgive you, be more proactive and show some sincerity!" Song Ziting paused in her steps and turned back to look at Zhang Hao in disbelief. She couldn't help but be surprised by Zhang Hao.
Hao's eyes seemed to be able to see through his own heart. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that what he said made sense. Just when Song Ziting was stunned, Zhang Hao couldn't help but grinned, passed Song Ziting sideways, and then took a step forward.
Upstairs.
"Hey, wait a minute, grandma specially made the sweet and sour pork ribs for me, you are not allowed to snatch it!" Zhang Hao had already gone downstairs, and Song Ziting realized what she was doing and shouted at Zhang Hao's straight back.
Zhang Hao listened to Song Ziting's voice behind him and couldn't help but walk toward the restaurant with his lips curled up. Song Ziting behind him trotted downstairs and followed closely behind him.
"Haozi, come here quickly and sit next to grandma!" Old Mrs. Song greeted Zhang Hao as soon as she saw him entering the door.
Zhang Hao walked to the door and saw Mrs. Song and Mother Song already sitting at the dining table. He hesitated at the door and heard Mrs. Song's voice. But before Zhang Hao could take a step forward, Song Ziting from behind had already rushed over.
, and then took the lead and sat on the right side of Mrs. Song.
"Grandma, eat quickly, I'm starving to death!" Song Ziting shouted after sitting down. She raised her head and secretly made a face at Zhang Hao, who was still standing at the door. Then she grabbed the chopsticks and pointed at the dining table.
The middle plate of sweet and sour pork ribs was stretched out.
"Bang!" Just when Song Ziting was close to the target, the chopsticks in her hand were knocked off with a bang. Just as Song Ziting was about to feel aggrieved, she heard Song's father's voice: "We are all married."
, so unruly! Haozi, just sit next to Tingting!" Song's father pointed to the empty seat next to Song Ziting.
"Yeah!" Zhang Hao responded, and then sat towards the empty seat next to Song Ziting.
Song Ziting retracted her arm depressedly. From the corner of her eye, she saw Zhang Hao smiling, and she became even more dissatisfied. However, Song Ziting was still in awe of her father, so when Father Song said, "Let's eat," Song Ziting
Then he went towards his goal again.
But Zhang Hao deliberately antagonized Song Ziting. He first caught the piece of ribs that Song Ziting had coveted for a long time. Then he deliberately circled the ribs in front of Song Ziting and put it into Mrs. Song's bowl.
Then he said, "Grandma, you eat the ribs!" "Haozi, you are really sensible!" Mrs. Song heard Zhang Hao's words, her face was full of smile, she reached out and picked up a piece of braised fish and put it in Zhang Hao's bowl: "Haozi,
, you have to eat more!" Song Ziting was extremely depressed looking at the food flying in front of her. She puffed up her cheeks and stuffed a mouthful of white rice into her mouth, hoping to attract everyone's attention, but it seemed that it didn't.
It had no effect at all. At this time, his grandmother, mother and even his stern father were all confused by Zhang Hao. They were chatting happily while eating.
"Oops!" Song Ziting was vomiting and only stared at Zhang Hao's curved mouth. As a result, she forgot about the soup that had just been poured out of the bowl. She scooped up a large spoonful and stuffed it into her mouth.
As you can imagine, Song Ziting spit out the hot soup when she poured it into her mouth. However, Song Ziting's tongue was still numb from the burning, and her little lips were red.
When everyone heard Song Ziting's voice, they couldn't help but raise their heads and turn to Song Ziting. Before anyone could react, Zhang Hao quickly put down his chopsticks, stood up, opened the refrigerator and clamped an ice cube. Then he walked to Song Ziting's side and faced Song Ziting.
Song Ziting, who was screaming with her small mouth, said: "Open your mouth!" Song Ziting looked up with tears in her eyes, then opened her small mouth gently, and took the ice cube handed over by Zhang Hao. The coolness spread instantly, making Song Ziting feel hot and numb.
Her tongue felt much better. Song Ziting no longer looked at Zhang Hao with depressed and jealous eyes, but turned around and lowered her head in grievance.
"You kid, why are you so careless!" Old Mrs. Song couldn't help but blame her heartily, but seeing Zhang Hao's considerate actions just now, Old Mrs. Song was extremely satisfied, and she even felt that she had found the right grandson-in-law. And Song's father and Song
Mom's eyes were also full of approval.
Zhang Hao saw Song Ziting drooping her head and stopped talking. He couldn't help but feel angry and funny: This girl is like a child, but her mouth was burned. How should I appreciate the sweetness on that little mouth... Zhang Hao helplessly said
Shaking his head, it seemed that he really couldn't deliberately anger this little girl, so he reached out and picked up a piece of badly burned ribs and put it in Song Ziting's bowl: "No, eat slowly, your mouth will be fine after a while!"
"The ice cubes in Song Ziting's mouth slowly melted, and her mouth and tongue were much better. Looking at the ribs in front of her, Song Ziting blushed in embarrassment: Damn it, it's so embarrassing.