Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead's Daughter Chapter 137

Song Chen personally took a five-year-old child to the company headquarters. This is simply not in line with Song Chen’s style.

The unspeakable panic in Cheng Qingyun’s heart, as if the quiet life she had always thought was being gradually broken by some force majeure.

“Ah Chen, I stewed chicken soup today and brought it to you.” Cheng Qingyun has a clear and beautiful face, especially sick. His skin color is unhealthy and morbid pale. His actions are elegant and gentle. He is dressed in a plain light yellow dress, which is like Lin Daiyu.

It’s hard for a man not to feel bad.

Song Chen was adding pearls to Gu Chu’s milk tea. He just looked up and glanced at Cheng Qingyun. His attention returned to the milk tea: “don’t bother you. Someone is specially responsible for my diet.”

Cheng Qingyun shook his head gently and put the chicken soup box on the table: “I heard that you have worked hard recently. I’m afraid you’re tired. The doctor said I don’t have many days to live. You can’t let me have regrets in my life. I want to take care of you.”

Gu Chu, who is playing with the robot next to him, pricks up his small ears and wants to roll his eyes.

It deserves to be the first white lotus in the CEO’s sky high price double contract wife, a peerless green tea. Look at the art of speaking. In a few words, it expresses the background of “I can’t cure my terminal disease”, expresses the expression of “my love for you until death”, sublimates her sincere love for Song Chen, and euphemistically reveals Song Chen’s desolation for her.

Gentle “moral kidnapping” against Song Chen – you see I’m dying, and you still refuse my kindness?

Sure enough, Song Chen, the dog father, raised his head slightly and frowned: “the best doctor in the country is treating your disease. You won’t die.”

Cheng Qingyun shakes his head mournfully, his slender eyelashes droop slightly, and he wants to stop talking. It seems that there are thousands of worries lingering in his mind, but he is unwilling to reveal it.

What a poor and lovely little white flower.

Gu Chu was disdainful. Look at Miss Cheng’s clothes, looks and smiles. She was completely imitating Gu Manxi! You have a terminal illness? Lying to ghosts.

“Uncle song, the chicken soup made by this aunt smells delicious.” Gu Chu suddenly raised his voice and ran to Song Chen. His big black clear eyes stared at the chicken soup box without blinking, swallowing, a lovely greedy cat.

Song Chen’s face was soft: “this aunt is uncle song’s -“

“Ah, Chu Chu knows that this aunt must be the cook of Uncle song’s family!” Gu Chu interrupted Song Chen. His chubby little paws touched the chicken soup box and looked forward to it. “Uncle song, Chu Chu Chu wants to drink the chicken soup made by the cook’s aunt, okay?”

“OK, slow down. My uncle will bring you a bowl of chicken soup.” Song Chen agreed when he heard that the baby girl wanted to drink chicken soup. Afraid of scalding Gu Chu, Song Chen personally picked up his sleeve, opened the soup box and filled Gu Chu with a bowl of chicken soup.

Gu Chu breathed two mouthfuls of chicken soup, Meimei took a sip, and then thanked Cheng Qingyun sweetly: “thank you, aunt cook. The chicken soup is so delicious.”

Song Chen was quite pleased.

My daughter is such a polite child!

Cheng Qingyun’s beautiful face changes. He looks at the chicken soup he has made with all his efforts and is snatched away by a little boy in a few words. He almost doesn’t break his mood.

Cheng Qingyun took a deep breath and pulled out a gentle smile: “ah Chen, whose child is this? I don’t seem to have seen it before.”