Song Chen took the grapes given by Gu Chu. Although there was only one sour, the color was very green.

But this is a gift from his own daughter. No matter how sour he is, he has to find time to eat it...

"Chuchu, the bodyguards will come to follow you later. There are many guests at dinner. Uncle Song will come to play with you after finishing his work. OK?" Song Chen squatted down and rubbed Gu Chu's chubby little face.

Gu Chu shook his head and grabbed the corner of Cheng Qi's clothes with his fingers: "Chuchu doesn't like bodyguards, Chuchuchu likes Brother Cheng Qi to play with me."

Cheng Qi smiled.

Song Chen grinds his teeth.

Song Chen said patiently: "Chuchu, your brother Cheng Qi is very busy, he has no time--"

"No, Mr. Song, I'm very leisurely. I can help you take care of Chuchu." Cheng Qi's tone was respectful and polite.

Song Chen glared at Cheng Qi with slightest eyes.

Next to him, Mr. Song, who had been watching the show, finally spoke: "Song Chen, let Brother Cheng Qi take care of this child. You push me into the venue, I will leave after saying a few words." Mr. Song looked calm and held the celadon tea cup with his right hand.

The fruit tea trembled in the teacup.

Mr. Song Ling Rui's eyes were patrolling back and forth between Song Chen and Gu Chu. Mr. Song looked at Song Chen's deep eyebrows and eyes, then looked at Chu Chu's clean eyebrows and eyes; then looked at Song Chen's thumbs, then looked at Gu Chu's white and clean hands.

A thought popped up in my mind.

Only then did Mr. Song realize that the five-year-old girl's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Song Chen!

There is also the curved contour curve of the thumb, which is exactly the same, in line with dominant inheritance!

Mr. Song's pupils shrank suddenly, and the teacup in his hand was not tightly clamped, and it hit the floor and broke it in half.

"Grandpa, be careful." Song Chen hurriedly pushed away the wheelchair.

Cheng Qi bent down, picked up the teacup pieces and put them back on the table.

Mr. Song took a deep breath and restrained his surging emotions: "Okay, push me into the venue. Chuchu left it to Brother Cheng Qi to take care of him."

The birthday boy spoke, but Song Chen did not dare to disobey, so he had to hand Cheng Qi a look of [You must take good care of Chuchu and don’t be able to think randomly, otherwise I and you will never stop]. He then pushed the wheelchair and took Mr. Song into the venue.

"Grandpa Song, beg~" Gu Chu stood on tiptoe, his voice sweet and soft.

Mr. Song's body trembled slightly.

Gu Chu watched the dog father take his grandfather away, and the corners of his mouth raised a curve. It seemed that Mr. Song had already discovered it.

——

Mr. Song’s 80th birthday party was filled with guests.

Zhao Manshi and his mother Tang Chunxiu were also invited.

"Manshi, there is Wang Zhiwen of the Wang family in Kyoto, and Wang Entertainment Media is not bad in Kyoto." At the birthday party, Tang Chunxiu secretly reminded Zhao Manshi, "Mr. Song will come here later, so you go and toast him."

"I understand, mom, you go and do your business first, I want to sit for a while."

Zhao Manshi has a superior appearance and elegant manners. Today she wore a high-end Chinese style evening dress. Her appearance surpassed the many daughters present and attracted the attention of many people. In the past, Zhao Manshi would definitely show off at such banquets and become the best beauty among female guests.

However, her mind was obviously not on this birthday party full of social atmosphere. She found a secluded dining table to sit down, took out her cell phone, and sent a text message to Gu Manxi.

【Manshi】: "Sister~~The birthday party is so boring~~ Have you finished the commercial now?"

【Manxi】: "Intermission."
Chapter completed!