Song Chen would actually bring his five-year-old child to the company headquarters in person. This is simply inconsistent with Song Chen's style of conduct.

Cheng Qingyun was indescribable in his heart, as if the peaceful life she had always thought was gradually broken by some force majeure.

"Achen, I stewed chicken soup today and I'll send it to you." Cheng Qingyun's beautiful face was particularly sick, her skin was unhealthy and pathological, her movements were elegant and gentle, and she was wearing a simple light yellow long skirt, which made the ground man feel a sick beauty like Lin Daiyu.

It's hard not to feel sorry for being a man.

Song Chen was adding pearls to Gu Chu's milk tea. He just looked up and glanced at Cheng Qingyun casually, and then put his attention back on the milk tea: "Don't bother you, someone is responsible for my diet."

Cheng Qingyun gently shook his head and gently placed the chicken soup box on the table: "I heard that you have worked hard recently, and I am afraid that you will be tired. The doctor said I don't have many days to live, so you can't let me have regrets in my life, I want to take care of you."

Gu Chu, who was playing with the robot next to him, raised his little ears and wanted to roll his eyes.

It is worthy of being the first white lotus in "The President's Sky-Price Stand-in-Charge Wife", a peerless green tea. Look at the art of speaking, and a few words express the background of "I have a terminal illness and cannot be cured", expressing the confession of "I love you until death", sublimating her sincere and sincere love for Song Chen, and tactfully revealing the desolation of Song Chen's neglect of her.

Implementing a gentle "moral kidnapping" to Song Chen - you see, I'm going to die, but you still reject my kindness?

Sure enough, the dog father Song Chen raised his head slightly and frowned: "The best doctor in the country is treating your illness, you will not die."

Cheng Qingyun shook his head sadly, his slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and he wanted to speak but stopped. It seemed that there were thousands of sorrows lingering in his heart, but he was unwilling to reveal his words.

What a pitiful and beloved little white flower.

Gu Chu was disdainful. Look at Miss Cheng's clothes, voice, appearance and smile, she was completely imitating Gu Manxi! Are you suffering from a terminal illness? What a lie.

"Uncle Song, the chicken soup made by this aunt smells so good." Gu Chu suddenly raised his voice and ran to Song Chen. His pair of black and clear eyes stared at the chicken soup box without blinking, saliva, making him look like a cute little greedy cat.

Song Chen showed a soft face: "This aunt belongs to Uncle Song—"

"Oh, Chuchu knows, this aunt must be the chef of Uncle Song's house!" Gu Chu interrupted Song Chen, and his chubby little paws touched the chicken soup box, looking forward to it, "Uncle Song, Chuchu wants to drink the chicken soup made by the chef, okay?"

"Okay, hurry up, uncle will give you a bowl of chicken soup." When Song Chen heard that his baby daughter wanted to drink chicken soup, he agreed without thinking. Fearing that Gu Chu was burning, Song Chen personally took up his sleeves and opened the soup box to serve Gu Chu a bowl of chicken soup.

Gu Chu blew two sips of the chicken soup, took a sip, and then thanked Cheng Qingyun sweetly: "Thank you, Aunt Chef, the chicken soup is so delicious."

Song Chen was quite pleased.

My daughter is such a polite and good kid!

Cheng Qingyun's beautiful face changed. Seeing that the chicken soup he had spent all his efforts to make was snatched away by a little kid's words, he almost couldn't lose his mood.
Chapter completed!