I heard that Mr. Song was old and eager to hold his great-grandson.

Cheng Qingyun thought, if I had the blood of the Song family, I was worried that Song Chen would not marry me? Let’s take a step back, even if Song Chen was really heartless and righteous and did not marry her, and if she had children as a support, Cheng Qingyun could still live a free and prosperous life.

For some reason, the face of the five-year-old girl appeared in front of Cheng Qingyun's eyes.

Cheng Qingyun was quite uneasy.

The identity of this little girl is so suspicious...

"Strange, why haven't Yuezhi replied to my message?" Cheng Qingyun sat down beside the carved window frame, with long hair spreading on his shoulders, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned.

After Cao Yuezhi switched to Wang's Entertainment Media, in order to show his importance to Cao Yuezhi, Wang accumulated various resources on her. Luxury endorsements, fashion show, TV series and movie scripts, with the support of multiple resources, Cao Yuezhi's popularity and traffic have risen to the next level.

This also made Cao Yuezhi even busier.

Even the time I spent chatting with Cheng Qingyun’s best friend was pitifully small.

If you don’t get Gu Chu’s DNA, you are not sure about Gu Chu’s relationship with Song Chen, Cheng Qingyun is always hung up in his heart. If you don’t get married, Qingyun is not panicked. Even if the facts prove that Gu Chu is really Song Chen’s child, she can still use means to make the child disappear in the world.

After all, five-year-olds are too fragile and there are always accidents around them.

"Miss Cheng, the car has arrived downstairs." The maid knocked on the door respectfully and reminded.

Cheng Qingyun put down his cell phone, his beautiful eyes flowed, he took off the pearl necklace from his neck, bent down and took out a faded ruby ​​necklace from the drawer. This necklace is simple in shape and not valuable. It is an old jewelry from more than ten years ago.

But this ruby ​​necklace is Cheng Qingyun's greatest confidence.

"Let's go, go to Mr. Song's birthday party."

Cheng Qingyun put on a faded old-fashioned ruby ​​necklace and lifted up the hem of the golden dress, like a gentle fairy falling into the world, stepping onto a luxury car waiting.

It is hot in Kyoto in August. At dusk, celebrities from all walks of life gathered in the Song Manor. Mr. Song’s 80th birthday party is about to begin...

....

It was not dark, and intoxicating music flowed in the luxurious European-style manor.

The crystal clear fountain, the fragrant and intoxicating champagne tower, the men and women in gorgeous clothes who were drinking and chatting back and forth, shuttled between the green trees and stone slabs, and the dinner venue was elegant and lively.

"You guys are waiting here, don't follow me." Gu Chu said to the two tall black-clad bodyguards with a stern face, "Just wait here, I'm going to the garden to promote the plot--ah, go to the garden to pick flowers."

These two bodyguards were specially matched by Dog Dad for Gu Chu.

At the dinner, people came and went. Dog Dad was the current storefront of the Song Group and had to communicate with all the powerful. Gu Chu was too idle and sneaked out to play. The two bodyguards followed the boss's instructions and followed him without leaving.

"Miss Chuchu, the president said-"

"You are here to wait for me, I will come back in half an hour." Gu Chu put his waist on his back, "Follow me again, I will cry for you to see."

The two bodyguards showed hesitation.

They knew the importance of this five-year-old girl to Mr. Song, but the girl had a bad temper and didn't want anyone to follow her. They were also very embarrassed by the two of them working. However, the garden is the permanent residence of Mr. Song and has complete security facilities.

The little girl breaks in and will not be in trouble.
Chapter completed!