Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Song Chen heard his own heart beating faster.

One by one, it was beating violently.

With his hands on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the icy temperature of the glass penetrated his palms, spreading from the inch of blood vessels to his heart.

is her!

is her!

Must be her!

Song Chen had never been so sure.

In this world, only she has such a thin and cold back, and only she can wear ancient costumes into the grace of the people in the paintings. In the days and nights they spent together, he was familiar with the curvature of her shoulders and the flexibility of her waist. Her figure and back were deeply embedded in Song Chen's heart.

"President?" The assistant asked tentatively when he saw Song Chen's strange behavior.

After a while, the man in the black suit turned his head.

The assistant saw his reddish eyes.

The assistant thought that he had misunderstood that Song's boss would be so emotionally out of control.

"Go, find out who the heroine of the [Fantasy Xianyou] promotional video is, the fastest!" Song Chen's fingertips were trembling, he never thought that the woman would actually be in Kyoto.

The two looked up at the same piece of sky and breathed the same piece of air.

He didn't notice

The assistant nodded hurriedly: "Yes, I'll do it right away. President, remember to take the stomach medicine." After that, the assistant hurriedly left the office, still wondering in his heart - Fantasy Xianyou? It seems to be the film that Cao Yuezhi gave up before.

Why is the president suddenly interested in the heroine of this film?

That night, Song Chen drove alone and wandered around the city.

His heart had already drifted to the ends of the earth, recalling the scenes he once spent with Gu Ruoxi (a pseudonym of Gu Manxi).

Guilt, miss, resentment, helplessness, all kinds of emotions intertwined, Song Chen, like an immature boy, seemed unable to find his way.

With complicated thoughts, he drove randomly, and unknowingly drove outside a certain apartment complex. Song Chen stopped on the side of the road and opened the car window. The street near the luxury apartment was always empty at night.

"Uncle Long Legs, why are you here?" A sweet and soft voice sounded.

Song Chen looked up and saw the five-year-old girl again. The little girl was wearing pink pajamas, her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky, but unfortunately she was dirty—the ice cream in her hands was melted, and her little hands were dirty.

How can you come across this little doll anywhere!

Song Chen frowned fiercely, he hates children!

Especially children with dirty fingers!

"Uncle, did you secretly go out to buy ice cream from your family?" Gu Chu asked with a smile, watching the show in his heart.

What is it that makes the male protagonist drive around in the middle of the night?

What is it that makes Dad go out alone when he is upset?

Is it the loss of morality or the destruction of human nature, or is the dog father finally discovering the traces of my Ma Ma, and I feel uneasy and don’t know how to meet my Ma Ma?

"It's getting dark, go home quickly." Song Chen glanced at the luxury apartment area not far away.

Gu Chu raised the corners of his mouth, and the slyness in his eyes flashed: "Uncle, it's so dark, Chuchu is scared alone. Can uncle take me home? She's the most beautiful Mama in the world."

Come on, daddy, come home with me.

I'll show you my Ma Ma.

You don't have to wait until your wife has been dead for more than ten years to find her like in the original book.

There are not many sweet and sensible little babies like me.

Song Chen was not interested in sending this filthy child home, but it was really not safe for a child to walk this way. Song Chen took out his mobile phone: "What's your father's mobile phone number?"

typo stamp me

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Don't dislike the current dog father, he will soon become a sand sculpture and Hanhan~