Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

After breakfast, Mr. Song took Gu Chu to the garden.

It was sunny in the morning, and Mr. Song's private garden was full of greenery. In August, bunch after bunch of grapes grew on the grape trellis. Gu Chu ran over and poured a cup of steaming fruit tea for Mr. Song.

"Grandpa Song, drink tea."

Old Man Song's eyes trembled, his eyes moving back and forth between the tea and Gu Chu's small face. Mr. Song's eyes could not help sour, and he hurriedly took the tea: "Okay. Okay, thank you Chuchu."

"You're welcome, hehe." Gu Chu sat on the bench opposite, his two chubby feet swaying, looking at the grape trellis innocently, as if thinking that it would be better to get that bunch of purple grapes later.

Grandpa Song drank the cup of tea tremblingly.

He said, "Chuchu, if your great-grandmother was here, she would have liked our Chuchu very much."

"Where did the great-grandmother go?" Gu Chu blinked.

She saw tears in the eyes of the eighty-year-old.

The business leaders who used to be all-powerful, even in the waning years, even had moments with tears in their eyes.

"She, you left early." The old man Song's voice was like a withered old tree root, rustling, "The one who promised to accompany me forever left me and left early."

When Mr. Song was young, he had a happy and happy marriage. The wife is a famous lady, smart and virtuous, and her favorite fruit is grapes. Father Song chased after her for a long time before he caught up with the girl.

It's a pity that Mrs. Song left early, and Mr. Song was deeply affected. He raised three children by himself.

Unpredictable circumstances, Song Chen's eldest son, Song Chen's father, died unexpectedly in a car accident. When Mr. Song learned that the death of the eldest son was actually related to the other two sons, Mr. Song was so angry that he woke up and could no longer walk with his legs.

Father Song kept his breath and raised his grandson Song Chen.

Only when Song Chen has a successor that day can Old Master Song find the lady in heaven at ease.

But he has only half a life left, and now there is a new worry - Chuchu.

At the beginning of this small, weak and petite, she shoulders the hope of the entire Song family's future. What should the poor child do if someone in the family has a crooked mind?

Old Master Song sighed.

"Chuchu, come here." Old Man Song waved to Gu Chu.

Gu Chu walked over obediently.

Song Laozi's palm rested on Gu Chu's shoulder, suppressing the melancholy and worry in his heart: "Chuchu, Grandpa Zu told you a truth - you must be ruthless when you should be ruthless, and you must not be bullied by others, you know?"

Gu Chu's eyes were clear.

I thought, I understand I understand.

No one in the world knows better than me.

"At the beginning of the year, me, your Uncle Song, the young masters of the Cheng family, the young masters of the Lu family, and your uncle, they are all young and promising people. They can protect you for a while, but not for the rest of your life." Old Master Song said, " In the beginning, only when you are strong can you be truly strong.”

Gu Chu nodded: "Chu Chu knows."

This old man is for her good.

The situation in Kyoto is changing, and there are many dangers. Gu Chu is now the young lady of the Song family who is open to the public, and the future heir of the Song family. There must be a lot of malicious eyes staring at her.

Tigers are difficult to deal with, and young tigers are vulnerable.

Old Man Song patted Gu Chu's small shoulder and smiled.

After the birthday, Gu Chu returned to the apartment with a pile of gifts.

Fill your little room.

Of course, the valuable real estate certificate and the transfer of shares were handed over to the adults for safekeeping.

Gu Manxi was stunned for a long time when he saw the ten red real estate certificates; when he saw the share transfer letter, he was even more shocked. Gu Manxi secretly found Song Chen, the child is still young, a small gift is enough, and there is no need to send valuables.

Song Chen didn't think there was anything wrong. Gu Chu was his lovely little girl. She deserved the best of everything. Money and power were the foundation of her strength.

No way, Gu Manxi had no choice but to hand over the property certificate and share transfer letter to Song Chen for him to keep temporarily.

Lu Shanhe's crew is going to the United States to shoot on location next, and Gu Manxi will go to the United States with the crew to shoot for more than a month. Now that he is free for the time being, Gu Manxi always accompanies his daughter.

At noon that day, Gu Manxi personally cooked and cooked a large table of food.

Song Chen had a dog's nose, so he would come to eat when he smelled it.

At the lunch table, there were Gu Manxi, Gu Chu, Song Chen and Zhao Yan.

Gu Chu was biting into the fragrant and glutinous sauce pork ribs, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Zhao Yan who was distracted and preoccupied. Gu Chu was quite puzzled and asked curiously, "Uncle, where is brother Xiaozhou?"

I don't know what conflict happened between Lin Xiaozhou and Zhao Yan. In short, when Gu Chu returned home, he found that the always lively single-family apartment was quiet and outrageous. Uncle Zhao Yan was obviously absent-minded. He helped cook in the kitchen at noon, and almost confused salt with white sugar.

Today, the dog's father came to eat, and the uncle, who has always looked down on him, was too lazy to answer!

Gu Chu smelled a strange smell of gossip.

"Xiaozhou, he went home." Zhao Yan said, with a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. Zhao Yan stood up, "I'm full, I'll go to the company to deal with something first."

Lin Xiaozhou ran away in a hurry, leaving only two things:

A text message announcing his departure.

And the sheets were stained with red blood.

Gu Manxi was quite worried when he saw Zhao Yan's tableware and chopsticks that had hardly been touched.

Gu Manxi went to the kitchen to pack a warm meal, handed it to Zhao Yan, and told him to finish it when he got to the company. Zhao Yan thanked him perfunctorily and went out with the car key.

"Mama, will brother Xiaozhou come back?" Gu Chu asked vaguely, biting the ribs in his mouth.

Gu Manxi shook his head: "I don't know—chuchu, don't talk while eating, it's easy to choke."

Gu Chu finished the food in two mouthfuls and wiped the corners of his mouth. Gu Chu checked Lin Xiaozhou's information and found that Lin Xiaozhou was a Chinese born in the United States, and his family was fairly well-off. In the early years, he returned to China without telling his parents and brother, pursued his dream of e-sports and became a professional game anchor.

Lin Xiaozhou's current career is booming, and his popularity is sweeping at home and abroad. It stands to reason that he was at the peak of his career. Why did he suddenly abandon his career and slip back to the United States?

I left in a hurry, and only brought my ID and a little money.

It's like running away

"Mama, Uncle Song, I'm full. I'll go upstairs to do my homework first." Gu Chu put down the tableware and ran upstairs. Give your parents some personal space to be alone.

Seeing his daughter walking away, Song Chen whispered to Gu Manxi, "Manxi, I also have to work in the afternoon. I will also pack a meal and save it for the evening."

In the next few days, Song Chen and Cheng Qi cooperated to develop an amusement park project in the suburbs. This is a big project, and the presidents of the two giants are personally supervised, and there are endless meetings and outings every day.

Busy at work, what I want most is to be able to taste the food made by my lover in my spare time.

Uncle: Don't ask, it's just a drinking mistake_

Ahem, don't worry about why there is blood in the sheets, it's inconvenient to explain (ω) Old readers can recall that in [The King's Time is Slightly Sweet], it was the first time in the silent mountain, and the other mountain was lying there for seven or eight days. ...

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