Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead's Daughter Chapter 217

Gu Chu’s small eyebrows wrinkled, suspicious.

He ran over with his short legs, offered the towel and cried, “Ma Ma, Chu Chu and uncle song have come to see you.”

Gu Manxi was drenched in artificial rain, wet all over and cold fingers. Seeing his precious daughter, Gu Manxi was afraid that the water on his body would touch Gu Chu. He hurriedly said, “Chu Chu, first go to the lounge and wait for my mother. I’ll change my dry clothes and then come with you.”

Zhao Manshi said, “sister, I’ll change clothes with you.”

Zhao Manshi kept up with Gu Manshi’s steps. He didn’t forget to look back at Gu Chu with a smile in his eyes: “Yo, your child seems to be getting fat again, with meat on his face.”

Gu Chu: (? ` ~ ′?)

What’s Zhao Manshi’s idea?

I haven’t seen you for many days. I’ve changed my face. How’s my relationship with my mother?

Gu Chu had to look back at Manxi’s personal lounge first. Dog dad is sitting in a chair, slender fingers, holding a sharp fruit knife, holding a delicious big peach, sitting upright and seriously peeling the peach.

Song Chen’s ability to peel fruit has improved by leaps and bounds.

A big peach, the thin skin can be cut continuously. Peel and remove the core. Cut the peach meat into neat pieces and poke them one by one with a toothpick for easy consumption.

Gu filled with a thousand regrets and make complaints about how the dog’s father looked happy and peaches.

Creak~

The door of the lounge opened, and Gu Manxi and Zhao Manshi, who had changed their usual clothes, came in.

Gu Manxi took off his makeup. He had long black hair and shawl. He was thinner than some days ago, and his appearance became more beautiful and beautiful.

Gu Chu opened his arms and called ma ma. Gu Manxi smiled and bent down to pick her up. Gu Manxi weighed Gu Chu’s weight. Mei Mou was slightly surprised: “Chu Chu, you are indeed heavier. Man Shigang just told me that I don’t believe it.”

Zhao Manshi said with a smile, “I’ll tell you. Xiaochu’s face is full of meat. He must have gained at least five kilograms.”

“You have a good eye.”

“That’s — by the way, sister, I just asked my assistant to make two cups of ginger tea. Drink some to keep out the cold.” Zhao Manshi smiled. “The artificial rain in the crew is so cold. Next time I’ll give the director a suggestion to turn the water temperature higher.”

Gu Chu watched the two beauties talking and laughing.

She thought of several words – “best friend”, “sister” and “bosom friend”.

Gu Chu asks his cheek to spy on Zhao Manshi. Her eyes are vicious and she knows everyone. If Zhao Manshi is really in a bad mood, Gu Chu will be able to spy out something. But when Gu Chu looked horizontally and vertically, up and down, Zhao Manshi looked completely like a girl’s innocence.

No calculation, no conspiracy, only full of admiration for Gu Manxi, as if he really regarded Gu Manxi as his sister.

“Strange…”

Gu Chu pulled her head. Did my aunt really wash her white and become a good person?

What happened here that I don’t know?

While Gu Chu was racking his brains to guess, Song Chen, who was cutting peaches over there, put down the fruit knife. The fruit knife touched the fruit plate and made a crisp impact. Song Chen reminded Gu Manxi in his voice – don’t ignore me, I’m coming.

Gu Manxi finally saw Song Chen. The smile on his face converged. He sat down next to Song Chen with Gu Chu in his arms. He looked at the peach flesh in the fruit tray on the table and said, “you don’t have to help me cut the peaches. I’ll do it myself.”

Song Chen’s superior boss should handle the Empire’s commercial territory, not the furry peaches and fruit knives.