Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Chapter 218: Is he chasing my sister? (2)

  Chapter 218 Is he chasing my sister? (2)

  Song Chen said: "Hurry up and eat something fresh. At the beginning, don't sit in your mother's arms. You are too heavy and will make her knees tired."

  Gu Chu had a fat face.

  I know I have gained weight, so I don’t need you to remind me one by one.

  To blame, blame Aunt Zhao and uncle for the delicious dishes, and blame Cheng Qi for this kid who gave me snacks every few times. Complaining in his heart, Gu Chu still struggled out of Gu Manxi's arms, ran to the small sofa next to him, sat down, and sneaked a little belly by the way——

  Fat toot, uh. Small belly.

  Hey, I really gained weight.

  Gu Manxi greeted Zhao Manshi to come over and taste the freshly cut peach meat. Zhao Manshi saw Song Chen, who was suave, and his ears were slightly red. Finally, he remembered that Song Chen Song, the president of Song Chen, was one of the best son-in-law chosen by his mother.

  Zhao Manshi secretly examined her dress, elegant and beautiful long skirts, high heels, light makeup, and graceful behavior as usual. Zhao Manshi breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down beside Gu Manxi, and nodded towards Song Chen: "Mr. Song, it's been a long time since I saw you. I'm Zhao Manshi, sister Manxi's sister."

  Song Chen glanced at Zhao Manshi and nodded lightly.

   Zhao Manshi is inevitably melancholy.

  This Song Chen is a top-notch existence among the rich and powerful in Kyoto, a golden bachelor who is nearly 30 years old. The wealth of the Song family is almost comparable to that of the Cheng family. Marrying into the Song family is the dream of Miss Jin and Master.

It's a pity that Song Chen, the head of the Song family, is too cold, too inaccessible, and too inaccessible. Even if he already has a fiancée, Cheng Qingyun, smart people can tell that this so-called fiancée It was just a display, Song Chen had no intention of marrying her and entering the house.

  Cheng Qingyun is more like a shield set by Song Chen, blocking the rumors outside and blocking the harassment of flowers and plants.

  Hey. Zhao Manshi thought, I don’t know who would be so lucky to win Song Chen’s favor.

   was secretly melancholy, Zhao Manshi suddenly heard Song Chen's gentle question: "Manxi, my car seems to run out of gas."

   Zhao Manshi was stunned.

  It was the first time that she heard Song Chen talk to humans in a "gentle", "tempting" and "cunning" tone. Zhao Manshi looked up and found that Song Chen was chatting with his sister. Song Chen's expression was soft and soft, and his brows were soft and loving.

   Zhao Manshi:? ? ?

   Zhao Manshi: Fuck!

  Song Chen said: "You know, my car needs special oil. I can't add oil today, so I can only ask the assistant to bring it tomorrow."

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

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

  Gu Manxi said: "Then what do you want?"

  Song Chen: "Why don't I make do with a sofa tonight. It just so happens that Chuchu also missed you very much, let Chuchu be with you tonight."

  Gu Manxi said: "No, you can stay at the beginning, but you can't stay."

   "Manxi. I drove for an hour and my arms were sore."

  Gu Manxi and Song Chen talked very speculatively, like a young couple in love. Zhao Manshi next to them was stunned. But Gu Chu's face was calm, and he had been familiar with it for a long time.

   Zhao Manshi's mood was like a roller coaster, rolling up and down, her eyes rounded Xing'er, and the cautious and trying to act like Song Chen before her, was she really the decisive Song clan boss in her memory?

  The world is illusory.

  Song Chen seems to be chasing my sister.

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

    update update update update update update

     The list of thanks for the rewards is still being sorted~ 嗷嗷~

    ——

     Cheng Qi (trying to probe the sense of existence): Well, my role...

     a crescent moon: (ω)

    

   

  (End of this chapter)