Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Song Chen took the grapes from Gu Chu. Although there was only one sour grape, the color was still very green.

But this was a gift from his own daughter, and he had to find time to eat it no matter how bad it was.

"Chuchu, the bodyguards will come and follow you at any time. There are many guests at the dinner party, so Uncle Song will come to play with you after he is busy, okay?" Song Chen squatted down and rubbed Gu Chu's chubby little face.

Gu Chu shook his head and tugged at the corner of Cheng Qi's clothes with his fingers: "Chu Chu doesn't like bodyguards, Chu Chu likes Brother Cheng Qi to play with me."

Cheng Qi smiled.

Song Chen gritted his teeth.

Song Chen patiently said: "At the beginning of the year, your brother Cheng Qi is very busy, he has no time-"

"No, Mr. Song, I am very leisurely. I can help you take care of Chu Chu." Cheng Qi's tone was respectful and polite.

Song Chen glared at Cheng Qi faintly.

Next to him, Mr. Song who had been watching the play finally said, "Song Chen, let Brother Cheng Qi take care of this child. You push me into the venue and I'll leave after a few words." Mr. Song looked calm, his right hand clenched tightly. Porcelain tea cup.

The fruit tea trembles in the teacup.

Song Old Master Ling Rui's gaze roamed back and forth between Song Chen and Gu Chu. Old Master Song looked at Song Chen's deep brows and eyes, then at Chu Chu's clean brows; then at Song Chen's thumbs, and at Gu Chu's white hands.

A thought popped into my mind.

Only then did Mr. Song realize that the eyebrows of the five-year-old girl were somewhat similar to Song Chen!

There is also the curved outline of the thumb, which is exactly the same, in line with dominant inheritance!

Old Master Song's pupils shrank suddenly, the teacup in his hand was not clenched tightly, and it smashed to the floor and shattered in half.

"Grandpa, be careful." Song Chen hurriedly pushed the wheelchair away.

Cheng Qi bent down, picked up the teacup fragments, and put them back on the table.

Mr. Song took a deep breath and restrained his surging emotions: "Okay, push me into the venue. I will leave it to Brother Cheng Qi to take care of it at the beginning."

When the birthday star spoke, Song Chen didn't dare to disobey, so he handed Cheng Qi a look at "You must take good care of Chu Chu, don't let your mind wander, or I will never end up with you", then pushed the wheelchair and led Mr. Song into the venue.

"Grandpa Song, bye~" Gu Chu stood on tiptoe, his voice sweet and soft.

Old Man Song trembled slightly.

Gu Chu watched Daddy Dog and Grandpa Zu leave, and the corners of his mouth raised a radian, it seemed that Mr. Song had already discovered it.

——

Song Laozi's 80th birthday banquet was full of guests.

Zhao Manshi and his mother Tang Chunxiu were also invited.

"Manshi, that's Wang Tiancheng from the King's family in Kyoto. Wang's entertainment media is not bad in Kyoto." Tang Chunxiu secretly reminded Zhao Manshi at the birthday banquet, "Mr. Song will also come here, you can give it to him. Toast."

"Understood, mother, you go to work first, I want to sit for a while."

Zhao Manshi has a superior appearance and elegant demeanor. Today, he is wearing a high-definition Chinese-style evening dress. His appearance is overwhelming the presence of many daughters, attracting the attention of many people. At this kind of banquet, Zhao Manshi was bound to stand out and become the most beautiful among the female guests.

However, her mind was obviously not on this birthday feast full of friendship and friendship. She found a secluded dining table and sat down, took out her mobile phone, and sent a text message to Gu Manxi.

[Manshi]: "Sister~~ The birthday banquet is so boring~~ Have you finished shooting the commercial now?"

[Manxi]: "Halftime."

[Manshi]: "Sister~~ There are a lot of delicious snacks here. Would you like me to pack some for you? Osmanthus cake, pineapple cake, peach cake, golden taro O(∩_∩)O"

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