Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Song Chen put down the hot cocoa in his hand, his black eyes flashed a calculus, and he nodded helplessly: "Recently, the problem of back pain has become more and more serious, I am in my forties, and I have to deal with various tasks every day, hey. , if only you could take over the company sooner."

Song Chen dreamed that Gu Chu could take over the company's business and inherit the billions of properties of the Song Group.

That way, he can travel the world with Mansi earlier and live a carefree retirement.

Gu Chu took two mouthfuls of hot cocoa: "Dad, if you can cut down on playing games with my mother until midnight, your back pain can be alleviated by half."

Mom and Dad are both in their tens of years old, and the relationship between husband and wife is still sweet and sweet, and they still play games in the room every now and then.

Fortunately, the Song Residence was large enough and the sound insulation effect was good enough, otherwise Gu Chu might not sleep well.

"Cough, you don't understand, this is a matter between husband and wife." Song Chen coughed slightly to hide his embarrassment.

Gu Chu sipped hot cocoa and sighed in his heart.

These two can play.

"Drip-"

Gu Chu's cell phone on the coffee table rang, Song Chen glanced at Gu Chu's oddly shaped cell phone, and said in surprise, "Chu Chu, where did you buy this cell phone?"

Gu Chu said casually: "It was given by a friend abroad. His family sells mobile phones. This is a special edition."

With that said, Gu Chu answered the phone.

On the other end of the phone, another team member's voice came: "Captain, there is news from the hospital that Mr. Cheng Qi is out of danger and is still in a coma."

thump—

The big stone hanging in Gu Chu's heart finally fell to the ground, and she couldn't say how lucky she was.

For a moment, her eyes turned red, and the bridge of her nose was slightly sour, but this turbulent emotion was quickly suppressed by Gu Chu, and she hurriedly drank two sips of hot cocoa to suppress her shock.

But the corners of his mouth were still raised secretly.

The scourge has been left for thousands of years, and Cheng Qi will not die easily.

Song Chen was still complaining: "At the beginning, Dad's back pain—"

Gu Chu stood up and said seriously to Song Chen, "Dad, if your back hurts, we'll go see a doctor! Come on, I'll take you to the hospital, so we can't delay."

The girl's sudden enthusiasm made Song Chen a little confused.

Song Chen doesn't have any problem with back pain at all. How can a dignified boss have such a stinky problem?

He exercises regularly every week, and he is in good shape. He can play games with his wife all night without any problem! He always complained of back pain, mainly to make his daughter feel distressed and let her inherit the family business earlier.

"No, no." Song Chen refused.

Gu Chu had a tough attitude, grabbed Song Chen's arm and walked to the garage: "If you are sick, you must treat it. I will take you to the best private hospital in Kyoto to see a doctor."

"It's really not necessary, you let go of Dad at the beginning of the year!"

"Go, get cured!"

Gu Chu dragged Song Chen into the car, and Gu Chu drove the car himself, all the way to Cheng's private hospital.

Gu Chu sent Song Chen to the doctor, and said bluntly, "My dad's back pain is caused by overwork, you can treat him well - Dad, you can see a doctor here first, and I will wait for you outside."

Song Chen stretched out Erkang's hand to hold him back: "Chuchu."

Gu Chu quickly left the consultation room and hurried upstairs.

Cheng's Private Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.

"I was wrong! Let me go!" The man in his early thirties knelt on the ground, blood gurgling from his forehead. His expression was extremely frightened, his whole body was trembling, and he didn't dare to look at Cheng Qi on the hospital bed.

Cheng Qi has woken up.