Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

It is better to contact the parents of the children first in the streets late at night.

Song Chen glanced at Gu Chu from the corner of his eye.

Although this child is dirty, he looks very cute. I don't know how irresponsible the child's father is. He can't even take care of a child, and let people sneak out late at night to buy ice cream?

If you encounter bad people, the consequences will be unimaginable!

What an irresponsible father!

"I'll call your father and ask him to pick you up home." Song Chen said indifferently.

Gu Chu's mouth twitched, what's the matter with your disgusting tone, Daddy?

Gu Chu said, "I didn't—"

"Chuchu." Zhao Yan's voice came from the side of the road. He had just finished the night meeting, but he didn't expect to see Gu Chu's small figure outside the community.

Zhao Yan drove over and the window fell: "What are you doing out of the middle of the night, kid? Aren't you afraid your mother will spank you in anger?"

After that, Zhao Yan glanced at the black luxury car parked on the side of the road and saw Song Chen. With cold eyes slightly raised, Zhao Yan got out of the car and carried Gu Chu, who was hesitant to speak, back to his car.

Gu Chu lay his hands and paws on the car window, a little speechless.

Uncle, I'm fishing for my dog ​​father!

What are you doing!

Zhao Yan turned around and nodded slightly towards Song Chen: "Mr. Song, hello." They are both from the capital circle. Zhao Yan and Song Chen have a lot of business connections, and they still understand each other's people.

Song Chen understood.

It turned out that this dirty little girl was actually Zhao Yan's child. Zhao Yan has always been low-key, doing big things in a dreary manner. He opened up a place in Kyoto at a young age. Song Chen didn't expect that such a calm man was secretly married.

The child is five or six years old.

Sure enough, people can't be seen.

Song Chen said, "Take care of your children."

Zhao Yan: "Yeah."

Simple communication, and no other superfluous words. Song Chen drove away, Zhao Yan got in the car, and looked at Gu Chu with a slightly embarrassed face: "Chu Chu, you are not allowed to sneak out in the future."

Gu Chu stuck out his tongue, uncle, you don't understand.

I'm speeding up the plot.

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The assistant was conscientious and conscientious, and quickly contacted director Wang Fugui.

However, Wang Fugui strictly kept his promise and refused to reveal Gu Manxi's identity and origin. Fortunately, the assistant is worthy of being a part of the entertainment tycoon. He quickly found the groundworker who was filming that day and obtained information on the heroine of the promotional film.

"President, according to the description of the staff at the filming site." The next day, the assistant will report the situation one by one, "After Cao Yuezhi's strike, Director Wang Fugui found a lady temporarily at the scene. The lady's surname is Gu and accompanied him. The kid Lin Xiaozhou came to shoot, it may be an acquaintance. I have already found her temporary address. "

After all, the assistant sent Gu Manxi's address.

Song Chen screened out his assistant, canceled all the meetings today, and spent most of the day alone in the luxurious office without seeing anyone.

The weather turned cloudy in the afternoon, Song Chen changed into a low-key dress and drove to this address alone.

This is an apartment in the inner ring of Kyoto, with convenient transportation and great value. Song Chen was slightly surprised that this address was actually the place he had been to last night, and he had also met that little girl.

He was waiting at the gate of the community.

In the middle of waiting, I did not forget to open the rearview mirror of the car and checked the appearance and instruments.

The appearance is impeccable, but;

Approachable clothing can be;

The expression is watertight, yes;

He was still that flawless man, and the words about reuniting with her were repeated in his mind a dozen times.

President Song: The top of my head is green. . .

Please poke me for typos, I will revise it as soon as possible, I can't always find the typos