Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Gu Chu's chubby white face was wrinkled into a ball, ouch, ouch, yelling non-stop, the crisp and crisp voice is so pitiful.

Almost instantly, Father Dog rushed over in a panic.

"Chuchu, what's the matter?"

Gu Chu clutched his stomach and cried pitifully, "Chu Chu is going to die, woo woo, my stomach hurts so much, woo woo."

Song Chen was so frightened that his face was pale and his heart was jumping with fear.

Could it be that Chu Chu had a problem with the milk tea he drank just now? Or the ingredients used in that bowl of chicken soup are unhealthy! Without saying a word, Song Chen bent down and hugged his precious daughter: "Don't be afraid at the beginning, I will take you to see a doctor right away."

Song Chen had already left behind Cheng Qingyun who had a relapse of angina pectoris behind him.

Cheng Qingyun's heart is broken at this moment.

In Song Chen's eyes, this five-year-old kid is actually more important than me? Obviously I am suffering from a terminal illness that may die at any time, that child has diarrhea at most, and you are running around in a hurry!

Cheng Qingyun has known Song Chen for many years, and has had several attacks of illness, and has never seen Song Chen panicked or nervous.

"President, President, what's the matter?" Assistant Lao Song rushed over after hearing the news. At first glance, there was Cheng Qingyun curled up on the ground in the huge office, the anxious looking president and the screaming little girl in the president's arms. early days.

The assistant is confused.

what's going on?

Song Chen said: "Let all the doctors in the group's medical department wear their equipment and roll over within three minutes. At first, their stomach hurts. It may be appendicitis, diarrhea, or food poisoning. Ask the secretary to bring a clean blanket."

Old Song: "Then Miss Cheng?"

Only then did Song Chen remember Cheng Qingyun who was sick, and told Lao Song: "You send Miss Cheng to Cheng's Private Hospital."

Lao Song: "Yes, President." Lao Song bent down and helped Cheng Qingyun, who was pale in pain. Cheng Qingyun wanted to scold someone, but the child's illness was too timely, it seemed like he was having a stomachache on purpose!

Cheng Qingyun clung to Lao Song's arm, and was helped out with a crutch. Cheng Qingyun was extremely unwilling, this was a good opportunity for her to win Song Chen's sympathy, but it was ruined by a child, Cheng Qingyun stared at Gu Chu.

As a result, the crying little girl made a provocative grimace at Cheng Qingyun from an angle that Song Chen could not see.

Cheng Qingyun:! ! !

This kid is really pretending to be sick! At a young age, he will pretend to be sick and show sympathy, he is simply a natural little green tea.

Cheng Qingyun was furious, as if she had been stabbed in the face by the masked Nanny Rong with a rainstorm pear blossom needle, and there was nowhere to vent her depression. Since she was a child, she has always played the role of a weak victim. She has always been the only one who bullies others, but today she was beaten up by a five-year-old brat!

Cheng Qingyun gritted her teeth, and deeply gouged out Gu Chu's eyes.

you! wait! Go!

Gu Chu raised his eyebrows and almost laughed.

I just dealt with you the way you used to deal with my mother, and you got angry?

Who wouldn't pretend to be sick?

In the original book, Cheng Qingyun relied on her superb and on-call "onset" acting skills to cause unexplainable misunderstandings to Gu Manxi and Song Chen time and time again. For example, pretending to be ill and fainting on Song Chen's bed, and Gu Manxi caught him; for example, pretending to have angina and deliberately falling into Song Chen's arms, from Gu Manxi's point of view, it was an ambiguous embrace between the two

Even Cheng Qingyun pretended to be pushed downstairs by Gu Manxi, and almost died of a heart attack. After being rescued, Green Tea said, "Achen, don't blame sister Ruoxi, she was just blinded by jealousy for a while."

I told the editor about the changed title, and the editor changed it without saying a word, and I didn't even have a chance to go back on my word. .

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Dressed as the pro-daughter of the heroine of the abusive novel. . . okay

And toothache, oh, oh, oh, it hurts so much. . .

Typo poke me