Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

  Chapter 20 Ma Ma is Missing

  This Saturday, there is no one in the kindergarten.

  At first glance, it looks like a tomb, but it's not half of the kindergarten's vigor.

  Gu Manxi had lingering fears, always feeling that this is not just a simple kindergarten. Obviously there are many problems in the park, but it can still stand upright, maybe there is an unshakable force behind it.

  Gu Manxi stopped staying, and secretly took a few photos and sent them to Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan is firmly rooted in Kyoto, and he should be able to investigate something.

  Gu Manxi returned on the same road and was stopped by a car at the intersection not far from Zhao Yan’s apartment. When the car window opened, Tang Chunxiu's charming face appeared, and she gently called her: "Man Xi, I was planning to come to you. I didn't expect to meet you at the intersection. Where did you go?"

   "Go to the hospital to get some medicine, the initial foot injury is not healed." Gu Manxi didn't want to talk much with Tang Chunxiu, she remembered Zhao Yan's advice, if she can stay away from the Zhao family, she can stay away from the Zhao family.

  Tang Chunxiu opened the car door, still looking kindly. She gently pulled Gu Manxi’s hand, tears in her eyes instantly, and her voice choked, "It’s all because of my mother’s carelessness and accidentally hurt Chuchu. Manxi, don’t blame mom. Me, me, ah. I just want to Make up for you."

  Gu Manxi's expression is not very natural.

  I want to ask about the kindergarten, but I really can’t say it.

Tang Chunxiu said again: "The relatives of the clan know that you are back, and are very happy. Your second uncle, do you remember? He loved you the most when he was a child. After he knew you came back, he was so excited that he shed tears and said that he was an ancestor. Lie Zong bless our Zhao family."

  "Your second uncle and them are here tonight, you should at least see them. Child, you are the meat that fell from your mother, don't you still doubt your mother?"

  Gu Manxi couldn't bear it, and was persuaded and pulled by Tang Chunxiu, and took him into the car.

  The green light turns red at the intersection.

  Busy traffic in an instant.

  Gu Chu rarely has free time alone, shrinking in the room to play on the computer.

  White and tender fingers tapped on the keyboard, lines of code seemed to appear, one firewall was breached, and Gu Chu sat upright, no longer the immature and innocent five-year-old child on him.

  She is the king who was born silently in the dark.

  No one noticed.

  Time is flowing unconsciously, and when the sunlight spilling into the window is dyed golden, Gu Chu realizes that it is already dusk.

Gu Chu twisted his neck, flexed his muscles and bones, and walked out of the room: "Ma Ma, Chu Chu was hungry and want to eat a milk crochet." Gu Manxi went to the suburbs to find the kindergarten in person. At this point, he should have returned long ago. Home now.

  However, no one responded.

  The apartment was empty, only Gu Chu's clear voice echoed. Gu Chu stopped there for two seconds, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly took out his mobile phone and called Gu Manxi.

  Beep beep, the phone is turned off.

  Gu Chu patted his forehead, speechless!

  I am too stupid and easy to be deceived, what should I do! Waiting online, very anxious.

  According to the plot of the original story, now Gu Manxi is probably going to be scammed by the Zhao family. Go and give it to that greasy President Li!

  I thought Ma Ma, you would at least be a little wary!

  Gu Chu hurriedly called Zhao Yan, accompanied by the beeping sound, after half a minute, Zhao Yan answered the phone, "Chuchu, uncle is still in a meeting—"

  "Uncle! Ma Ma is gone!!! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu's whether he is in the meeting whether he is in the meeting whether he is in a meeting or not whether he is in a meeting or not.

  Tears all over his face, and my heart beats his hands!

  If I were not a five-year-old baby, I would have carried a plane cannon to save people!

  I want to regenerate a five-year-old doll for Mao! Except crying and selling cute, nothing!

  　 Beginning: Dozens of senior citizens cry so cute, is it a moral loss or a distortion of human nature? ? ? ?

  (End of this chapter)