Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

I heard that Mr. Song is old and eager to embrace his great-grandson.

Cheng Qingyun thought, if I had the blood of the Song family, would I be worried that Song Chen would not marry me? Taking 10,000 steps back, even if Song Chen was really unfeeling and did not marry her, and had a child to rely on, she would still be able to live a handsome life and be rich for the rest of her life.

For some reason, the face of that five-year-old girl appeared in front of Cheng Qingyun's eyes.

Cheng Qingyun was quite uneasy.

This little girl's identity is so suspicious

"Strange, why hasn't Yuezhi replied to my message." Cheng Qingyun sat down beside the carved window lattice, her long hair spread over her shoulders, her eyebrows frowned uneasy.

After Cao Yuezhi jumped to Wang's Entertainment Media, in order to show the importance of Cao Yuezhi, Wang's accumulated various resources on her. Luxury endorsements, fashion shows, TV drama and movie scripts, with the blessing of multiple resources, Cao Yuezhi's popularity and traffic have increased to a higher level.

This also led to Cao Yuezhi being even busier.

Even the time to chat with Cheng Qingyun's best friend was pitiful.

Without getting Gu Chu's DNA, and not sure about the relationship between Gu Chu and Song Chen, Cheng Qingyun was always hanging in his heart. Qingyun didn't panic. Even if it turned out that Gu Chu was really Song Chen's child, she could still use some means to make the child disappear from the world.

After all, five-year-olds are too fragile, and there are always surprises around them.

"Miss Cheng, the car has arrived downstairs." The maid respectfully knocked on the door, reminding her.

Cheng Qingyun put down the phone, her beautiful eyes flowed, she took off the pearl necklace around her neck, and bent over to take out a faded ruby ​​necklace from the drawer. This necklace is simple in shape and low in value. It is an old jewelry from more than ten years ago.

But this ruby ​​necklace is Cheng Qingyun's greatest confidence.

"Let's go, let's go to Father Song's birthday banquet."

Cheng Qingyun put on the faded old-fashioned ruby ​​necklace, lifted the hem of the golden dress, like a gentle fairy falling into the world, and stepped into the waiting luxury car.

In August, it was hot in Kyoto, and at dusk, celebrities from all walks of life gathered at Song's Manor, and the 80th birthday banquet for Mr. Song was about to begin.

It was not dark, and intoxicating music was flowing in the luxurious European-style manor.

The crystal clear fountain, the fragrant champagne tower, the men and women in Chinese costumes staggering back and forth, shuttle among the green trees and slate, the banquet hall is elegant and lively.

"You guys wait here, don't follow me." Gu Chu said with a small face to the two tall black-clothed bodyguards, "Just wait here, I'm going to the garden to advance the plot-ahhh, go to the garden Pick flowers."

These two bodyguards were specially assigned to Gu Chu by Dad.

At the dinner party, people came and went, and Dad Dog was the current frontman of the Song Group, and he had to communicate with the dignitaries. Gu Chu couldn't sit still, so he sneaked out to play, and the two bodyguards followed the boss's instructions closely.

"Miss Chuchu, the president said—"

"You guys are waiting for me here, I'll be back in half an hour." Gu Chu put his hands on his hips, "Follow me again, and I'll cry for you."

The two bodyguards looked hesitant.

They knew how important this five-year-old girl was to President Song, but the little girl had a big temper and didn't want anyone to follow her. It was also very embarrassing for the two of them to work. However, the garden is the permanent residence of Mr. Song, and the security facilities are complete.

The little girl broke in and shouldn't be in trouble.

Gu Chu hooked the corner of his mouth, lifted the pink skirt, stepped on cute little shoes, and ran towards the depths through the lush shade of trees.

Cheng Qi:  …