TRANSMIGRATED AS THE TORTURED FEMALE LEAD'S DAUGHTER I

Chapter 83: He's in Love (2)

Chapter 83: He's in Love (2)

Translator: ShinoJ

Song Chen's eyes were gentle. "Don't worry."

Song Chen was smart after all.

Gu Chu was not Zhao Yan's child. Gu Chu was five years old this year, and Gu Chu looked a little like him – even a fool could tell that Gu Chu was Song Chen's child.

Gu Chu was their child!

He has become a father!

Of course, now was not the time to ask Gu Manxi the truth. The most important thing was to save Chuchu.

"You have to be careful too," Gu Manxi said worriedly to Song Chen.

Zhao Yan really could not stand it anymore!

Song Chen's surely had a hole in his brain!

Our Zhao family didn't have much contact with him, and they didn't have many business dealings. Song Chen came here to flirt with his sister, and even took advantage of the situation to try to win her heart!

"Manxi, you go back to your room to rest first." Zhao Yan pulled his sister back and glared coldly at Song Chen.

Song Chen smiled and didn't say anything. He simply packed up and set off with the search and rescue team.

Gu Manxi returned to her room with restless thoughts while Zhao Yan took care of her. In the large room, only Bobo and Cheng Qi were left, along with a few policemen who stayed behind.

Bobo stole a glance at his big brother and asked cautiously, "Brother, can I go home now? This isn't our home. It's not good for us to stay here."

Cheng Qi sat down calmly. "Wait."

"Brother, I've never seen you care so much about anyone before. Could it be that you've taken a fancy to someone and love has changed you?"

Cheng Qi poured a cup of coffee and sipped it carefully. He didn't answer or deny it.

Bobo was suddenly interested, "Brother, I'm just reminding you this as your younger brother. Think about the age difference! There's also the difference in family background! How old are you and how old is she? It might not be suitable between the two of you."

Cheng Qi thought about it. Although Gu Chu's soul was 20 years old, she was still a five-year-old child.

There were some things that couldn't be rushed.

"We'll talk about it in a few years' time." Cheng Qi took a sip of coffee calmly.

Bobo was anxious. "Even if you wait for a few more years, you still can't! Although Miss Gu Manxi is beautiful, she's already the mother of a five-year-old child! You're 15 years old this year. When you're an adult, she'll be at least in her late twenties! Don't tell me you want to be the stepfather of a five-year-old child? Huh?"

Cheng Qi: "..."

Cheng Qi glanced at him. Is this really my younger brother who's related to me by blood? Who does he inherit this IQ from?

"I don't fancy Gu Manxi. I fancy someone else," Cheng Qi said calmly.

He didn't get the Ace of Hearts in his previous life, so he had to start all over again in this life.

Bobo was silent for a moment.

As if he thought of something, Bobo suddenly jumped up and moved away from Cheng Qi. "B-Big Brother, I didn't know you were into that! Which one do you fancy, President Song or President Zhao?"

Cheng Qi put down his coffee cup.

"If you say one more word, I promise I'll let you know the reason why the flowers are so red."

Bobo didn't dare to say anything.

Don't try to guess Cheng Qi's thoughts. You'll never guess it right.?

It was rare for Cheng Qi to take the initiative to help someone. He must be into somebody. However, other than Gu Manxi, Song Chen, and Zhao Yan, no one else here was good-looking.

"Hey, I just took a dump, and everyone already left?" Lin Xiaozhou ran down and looked around. "Young Master Cheng, where's Zhao?"

"He's in the room, accompanying Miss Gu."

Lin Xiaozhou acknowledged and didn't disturb her. He went to the kitchen and packed some food for Zhao Yan, then brought a plate of chicken drumsticks with soy sauce to the living room.

"Are you two hungry? Eat Something to fill your stomachs first. You should never skip your meals. Oh, right, what's your name, little friend?"

From the moment Lin Xiaozhou appeared, Bobo's entire body had become stiff.