Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

Time flew by and it was the weekend again.

Song Chen personally came over and brought the five-year-old little Gu Chu to the headquarters of his company to play. Now, Song Chen had basically figured out his daughter’s preferences. His cute baby liked things which were alternative, special, interesting, sci-fi, adventurous, and so on.

She didn’t like pink dolls.

Song Chen’s heart ached. He felt that Gu Chu’s interest in alternatives might have something to do with her lack of fatherly love in her childhood. Song Chen silently decided that he would slowly make up for what he owed Manxi and her daughter.

“Uncle Song, does your company really have very cute robots?” Gu Chu followed Song Chen into the company.

Song Chen nodded. “Yes, a batch of intelligent robots just came in. They are responsible for the daily delivery of coffee and food in the company.” This was a batch of highly intelligent robots produced in Silicon Valley. They were very valuable for research.

Gu Chu is very interested, she wanted to steal a robot from her father and secretly disassemble them to make them into her weapon.

Gu Chu sweetly smiled, “Chuchu really~ likes robots.”

Song Chen immediately said, “Get Chuchu a robot by tonight.”

“Thank you, Uncle Song,” said Gu Chu. “Uncle Song is such a good man.”

Looking at his daughter’s cute and charming smile, Song Chen felt that he could even make the moon rise from the sky if his daughter wanted to.

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Song Chen’s company took up a huge area. The buildings were tall, and there were beautiful artists everywhere. There were still quite a number of employees at the company on weekends, and the entertainment company did not have any days off.

Song Chen took Gu Chu to his private elevator.

Along the way, they attracted a lot of attention.

“Hello, President Song.”

“Hello, President Song.”

“President song, the three S+ level new drama projects have been sent to your office.”

“Good afternoon, President Song.”

There were quite a number of artists who passed by. When they saw Song Chen, they all greeted him politely. Many people noticed the cute little girl beside President Song, but no one dared to ask who she was.

What a joke. Who would dare to interfere in the president’s private affairs?

Also, President Song, who was usually cold and domineering, why could he still have such a gentle and delicate side!! It was unbelievable!

Who was this little girl!!

Could she be President Song’s illegitimate child? Or was she the child of the Wang family next door?

Gu Chu followed Song Chen to the highest level. Song Chen’s office was the same as all presidents. It was luxurious yet low-key, low-key yet domineering, domineering yet cold, aloof yet imposing. In short, it was the standard president office.

The automatic door opened, and the robot’s gentle voice rang out, “President Song, welcome back.”.

Song Chen said, “Send a cup of milk tea in.”

The advanced robot said, “Okay, President Song, please wait for five minutes.” As it spoke, the robot silently entered the cubicle and began to make milk tea.

Gu Chu secretly and quickly sized up the 1.5-meter-tall robot. It was high-precision, intelligent, and highly capable. It was perfect for dismantling.

Very soon, Gu Chu drank the sweet milk tea and hopped around the robot like a child, happily studying where to dismantle it the fastest. Song Chen excitedly took a few photos of Gu Chu playing. Like all fathers who took their babies out to play, he sent Gu Manxi photos to reassure her.

However, the father-daughter scene was quickly interrupted by accident.

Assistant Song carefully poked his head in. “President, Miss Cheng is here to see you. She also brought her home-made chicken soup.”

A “kind” employee sent the news of Song Chen bringing the little girl to the company to Cheng Qingyun. Cheng Qingyun was anxious and suspicious, so she rushed over to check on the situation.