Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Song Chen said, "Eat it quickly, it's fresh. At the beginning of the year, don't sit in your mother's arms. You are too heavy and your knees will be tired."

Gu Chu had a chubby face.

I know I'm gaining weight, so I don't need you to remind me one by one.

Blame Aunt Zhao and Uncle for the delicious dishes, and blame Cheng Qi for sending me snacks every once in a while. Complaining in his heart, Gu Chu still struggled out of Gu Manxi's arms, ran to sit on the small sofa next to him, and sneaked a little belly by the way—

Fat toot, uh. Small belly.

Hey, I did gain weight.

Gu Manxi called Zhao Manshi over to taste the freshly cut peach meat. Zhao Manshi saw the romantic and suave Song Chen, her ears were slightly red, and she finally remembered that this Song Chen, President Song, was one of the best son-in-laws that her mother chose for her.

Zhao Manshi secretly examines her dress, elegant and beautiful long skirt, high heels, light makeup, and her behavior is elegant as usual. Only then did Zhao Manshi breathe a sigh of relief, sat down beside Gu Manxi, and nodded to Song Chen: "Mr. Song, long time no see, I'm Zhao Manshi, sister of Sister Manxi."

Song Chen glanced at Zhao Manshi and nodded lightly.

Zhao Manshi couldn't help feeling melancholy.

This Song Chen is a top-notch existence among the elites in Kyoto, a golden bachelor in his thirties. The wealth of the Song family is almost comparable to that of the Cheng family. It is the dream of thousands of Miss Jin and young master to marry into the Song family.

It's a pity that Song Chen, the contemporary head of the Song family, is too cold, too inaccessible, and too reclusive. Even if he already has a fiancee Cheng Qingyun, smart people can see that this so-called fiancee It was just a decoration, Song Chen had absolutely no intention of marrying her.

Cheng Qingyun was more like a shield set up by Song Chen, to block gossip and harassment outside.

Hey, Zhao Manshi thought, who would be so lucky to win Song Chen's favor.

Just as she was feeling melancholy, Zhao Manshi suddenly heard Song Chen's gentle question: "Manxi, my car seems to be out of gas."

Zhao Manshi was stunned.

It was the first time she heard Song Chen speak to a human in a "gentle", "tentative" and "cunning" tone. Zhao Manshi looked up and found that Song Chen was chatting with his sister. Song Chen's expression was as gentle as water, and his eyebrows and eyes could not hide the tenderness and love.

Zhao Manshi: ? ? ?

Zhao Manshi: Fuck!

Song Chen said, "You know, my car needs special oil. If I can't refuel today, I can only have my assistant deliver it tomorrow."

Gu Manxi put down the toothpick and glanced at Song Chen angrily: "Take a taxi back by yourself."

Song Chen: "My identity, how can I get a taxi."

Gu Manxi said, "Then what do you think?"

Song Chen: "Why don't I just make do with a sofa tonight. It just so happens that Chu Chu misses you very much, so I will let Chu Chu accompany you tonight."

Gu Manxi said, "No, Chuchu can stay, but you can't."

"Mansi. I've been driving for an hour and my arm is sore."

Gu Manxi and Song Chen talked about each other, and they chatted very speculatively, like a young couple in love. Zhao Manshi, who was next to him, was stunned. On the other hand, Gu Chu's face was calm, and he was not surprised for a long time.

Zhao Manshi's mood was like a roller coaster, rolling up and down, her almond eyes widened, and this cautious Song Chen who was trying to act like a spoiled child was really the decisive Song boss in her memory?

The world is magical.

Song Chen seemed to be chasing after my sister.

Zhao Manshi has a complicated mood, because Mao Songchen wants to like my sister, you are the person I want to marry.

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The list of thanks for the reward is still being sorted out~ Oooo~

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Cheng Qi (trying to probe his presence): Well, my role...

A crescent moon: (ω)