Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

On Saturday, my uncle and Lin Xiaozhou didn't know where they went to play.

Gu Manxi is busy filming, and Zhao Manshi has now become Gu Manxi's personal life assistant, helping Gu Manxi every day. Zhao Manshi likes this job very much, works hard, and is determined to become the next gold medal assistant in the entertainment industry.

After more than half a year, Zhao Manshi gradually returned to the lively girl she used to be, but after experiencing the wind and rain, she has matured a lot, and she is no longer as reckless as she used to be when dealing with people. But she likes the days of self-reliance and earning money. The only trouble is that she doesn't have enough money to buy clothes every month.

Gu Chu sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his feet: "If you have nothing to do today, why don't you go and see Mr. Song."

Gu Chu has not been to play with the old man for almost a month.

Mr. Song is 81 years old this year, and he is in the waning years. He prunes the grape trellis in the garden every day and is busy tidying up the garden. Song Chen was busy with work and had very little time to take care of the elderly. Old Man Song was always alone.

Gu Chu did what he said, got dressed, went downstairs and greeted the nanny.

Aunt Zhao sighed and had to drive her little ancestor to the Song family's old house. Aunt Zhao put Gu Chu at the door: "At the beginning of the year, my aunt and grandson have a fever and I'm going to take care of this little brat. You will be at Master Song on weekends. Let's go home, okay?"

Gu Chu nodded: "Okay, Aunt Zhao, walk slowly."

Aunt Zhao put down Gu Chu and drove away.

Gu Chu stretched out a lot and knocked on the door of Mr. Song. She didn't tell Grandpa Song in advance today because she wanted to give him a big surprise.

The door is set with an automatic identification lock, and Gu Chu has direct access. Gu Chu showed a small face to the recognition system, and the door of intelligent recognition immediately opened with a click. Gu Chu walked in with a small bag on his back.

However, the huge mansion is quiet, only the gentle sunshine quietly sprinkles the whole big mansion.

Gu Chudong looked around and wondered: Isn't there a nanny and bodyguard in Mr. Song's house? Why haven't you seen anyone?

For some reason, Gu Chu had a bad premonition in his heart.

She ran towards the garden quickly, and Mr. Song got up early, and after breakfast, he would trim the grape trellis in the garden. Gu Chu stepped into the garden, and sure enough, he saw Mr. Song's wheelchair under the grape trellis, and Mr. Song was sitting on the wheelchair.

Time passed quickly, and it was already golden autumn in the past half a year. The grapes on the grape trellis are hanging firmly in clusters, crystal clear, and the air is filled with a faint grape fruit fragrance.

"Grandpa Song, guess who's here?" Gu Chu took a deep breath, prepared the cutest cute smile in stock and ran over.

Mr. Song was still sleeping, and there was an old photo album and a bunch of purple grapes on the table.

On the album is a photo of him and his wife, and the old yellowed photos are well preserved.

"Grandpa Song, don't sleep in the garden, you will catch a cold and get sick." Gu Chu pulled the sleeve of the old man Song, but the old man Song still did not respond. Gu Chuwei was stunned, reached out and touched Old Master Song's hand, the temperature was very low!

Gu Chu was taken aback and quickly pushed the old man Song: "Grandpa Song? Wake up! Wake up!"

However, Mr. Song seemed to fall into a permanent sleep, closing his eyes peacefully.

Gu Chu stood on tiptoe to touch his neck, and his heartbeat was still weak, but his breath of life was getting weaker and weaker.

It's not over yet~ It's too early