Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead's Daughter Chapter 239

“Dad is free tomorrow. Dad invites your brother and sister to dinner.” Cheng Kaiyuan doesn’t seem to notice Cheng Qingyun’s depression. “Xiao Qi, come out at noon tomorrow.”

Cheng Qi said faintly, “and Bobo, call together.”

Cheng Kaiyuan was stunned: “Bobo? Which son is this?”

Cheng Qi: “mother is like Marilyn Monroe.”

Cheng Kaiyuan patted his head, suddenly recalled it and shook his head: “it was Monroe. Hey, speaking, the child looks like his mother. I met his mother in the United States. Hey, I don’t know how she is doing now.”

Cheng Qi: “long dead.”

Cheng Kaiyuan: “ah? I’m dead. Time flies… I think of meeting her that day when the sun was just setting and she was reading on the library bench…” Cheng Kaiyuan looked very sad and muttered. He talked about his previous experience with Bobo’s mother and almost left tears of heartache and nostalgia.

Cheng Qi was speechless.

Cheng Qingyun secretly clenched his sleeve.

This man really has no sense of shame? Flirting outside without any guilt!

Cheng Qi gets up and sits down next to Cheng Qingyun.

Cheng Qingyun almost jumped out of the car.

“Are you… Are you looking for me?” Cheng Qingyun fidgeted and his heart beat like a drum. “I, I didn’t hurt you, and I didn’t participate in the internal struggle of the Cheng family.” Cheng Qingyun didn’t dare to look at Cheng Qi and kept his head down.

Cheng Qi sends his restless illegitimate son to the hospital for treatment, which is well known to the insiders of the Cheng family.

Cheng Qingyun once saw with his own eyes that Cheng Qi broke the arm of a “brother” without blinking. The bone broke, making a creaking sound, accompanied by a scream of severe pain. The boy was not yet sixteen years old. He changed his face overnight and became a frightening God of plague.

He doesn’t like beating around the Bush and intriguing. He advocates violence to solve all problems.

He succeeded. The Cheng family is his.

“It’s all right. I just want to remind you.” Cheng Qi leaned gracefully on the black leather chair. The night outside the window was beautiful. The street light sprinkled on Cheng Qi’s angular side face. He looked like a quiet sharp knife.

Cheng Qingyun stammered, “what did you mention and remind me…”

Cheng Qi soft channel:

“Don’t move, Gu Chu.”

Cheng Qingyun opened his mouth. It was dark and he didn’t speak for a long time.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on enough and almost frozen her internal organs.

Cheng Kaiyuan, who was chatting next to him, shut up and stared at Cheng Qi strangely. He didn’t know what he was thinking.

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Song house, ancestral hall.

After seeing off the guests, Song Chen went back to his room, changed his light clothes and went to the small ancestral hall in the Songjiazhuang garden.

The ancestral hall is quiet, and the incense lamps and candles emit a slightly flickering dark yellow light. Old man song sat in a wheelchair, his eyes sad, waiting for Song Chen to come.

As soon as Song Chen stepped into the ancestral hall, he heard his grandfather’s thick and loud voice: “kneel down!”

Song Chen:

Grandpa, no, No.

“If I were your parents, I would have gotten out of the ground in anger! You worthless bastard!” old man song had a thick voice, lingering for three days, and the crutch in his hand slapped on the ground. “It’s better to be honest. When do you have it!”

Song Chen lit a incense stick and offered it to his parents: “Grandpa, what are you talking about?”

Mr. Song smashed a crutch and said, “still pretending! Today’s little girl named Chu Chu is five years old! You really think I’m dazed and can’t see her relationship with you! She drank water in the water cup today, and I’ve sent someone to take the remaining DNA on the cup and do paternity test with your dnaz! The result will come out tomorrow!”