Chapter 223 Great-granddaughter

  I heard that Mr. Song is old and desperate to be able to embrace his great-grandson.

  Cheng Qingyun thought, if I had the blood of the Song family, would I still worry that Song Chen would not marry me in? Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Song Chen is truly unfeeling and unrighteous and does not marry her, and she has a child to rely on, she can still live unrestrainedly, and still be rich and wealthy for the rest of her life.

  For some reason, the face of the five-year-old girl appeared in front of Cheng Qingyun's eyes.

  Cheng Qingyun was quite disturbed.

  The identity of this little girl is too suspicious

   "Strange, why Yuezhi hasn't returned my message yet." Cheng Qingyun sat down by the carved window lattice, her long hair spread over her shoulders, her eyebrows frowned uneasy.

  After Cao Yuezhi moved to Wang's Entertainment Media, Wang's accumulation of various resources on Cao Yuezhi in order to show the importance of Cao Yuezhi. With the blessing of luxury endorsements, fashion catwalks, and TV series and movie scripts, Cao Yuezhi's popularity and traffic has increased to a higher level.

  This also caused Cao Yuezhi to be busier.

  Even the time spent chatting with Cheng Qingyun’s best friend is pitiful.

  If you don't get Gu Chu's DNA, and you're not sure about the relationship between Gu Chu and Song Chen, Cheng Qingyun always hangs in her heart. Qingyun didn't panic after the process, even if the facts proved that Gu Chu was really Song Chen's child, she could use means to make the child disappear into the world.

  After all, five-year-old children are too fragile, and there are always accidents around them.

   "Miss Cheng, the car has arrived downstairs." The maid knocked on the door respectfully to remind.

  Cheng Qingyun put down the phone, her beautiful eyes flowed, took off the pearl necklace from her neck, bent over and took out a faded ruby ​​necklace from the drawer. This necklace has a simple shape and low value. It is an old piece of jewelry more than ten years ago.

   But this ruby ​​necklace is Cheng Qingyun’s greatest confidence.

   "Let's go, to Father Song's birthday banquet."

  Cheng Qingyun put on the faded old-fashioned ruby ​​necklace and lifted the hem of the golden dress, like a gentle fairy falling into the world, stepping into the waiting luxury car.

  August is hot in Kyoto. At dusk, celebrities from all walks of life gather in the Song Family Manor, and Father Song’s 80th birthday banquet is about to begin.

  The sky is not dark, and the intoxicating music flows in the luxurious European-style manor.

  The crystal clear fountain, the fragrant and intoxicating champagne tower, and the men and women in Chinese clothes who are waiting to go back and forth, shuttle between the green trees and stone slabs, and the evening banquet hall is elegant and lively.

"You wait here, don't follow me." Gu Chu said to the two tall black bodyguards with a straight face. Pick flowers."

  The two bodyguards were specially matched by Gu Chu by the dog father.

  People come and go at the dinner, and Gou Da is the current facade of the Song Group, so he has to communicate with all the rich and powerful. Gu Chu couldn't get off his feet and sneaked out to play. The two bodyguards obeyed the boss's orders and followed every step of the way.

   "Miss Chuchu, the president said--"

   "You are here waiting for me, I will be back in half an hour." Gu Chu akimbo, "Follow me again, I will cry for you to see."

  The two bodyguards hesitated.

  They knew the importance of the five-year-old girl to Mr. Song, but the little girl had a bad temper and didn't want anyone to follow her. They were also very embarrassed to work part-time. However, the garden is the permanent residence of Mr. Song, with complete security facilities.

  The little girl broke in, she shouldn’t be in trouble.

  Gu Chu hooked the corner of his mouth, lifted the hem of the little pink skirt, stepped on the cute little shoes, and ran deep through the lush shade of the trees.

  　 Cheng Qi:...

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)