Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead’s Daughter

The man's facial features are handsome, and the facial contours are delicately carved like an artist's. When he walks towards him, he has a kind of natural domineering temperament. He is tall and has long legs in an Italian haute couture suit.

This person is the famous President Song Chen Song in Kyoto, the man who controls most of the resources of the entertainment industry. Song Chen was talking to his assistant. Hearing the words, he raised his head slightly.

He knew Zhao Manshi and met him at the dinner party before.

Seeing Zhao Manshi's seventy-eight-like face, Song Chen stopped and nodded slightly at her.

Zhao Manshi was ecstatic, Song Chen still remembered himself! He also responded to me! You must know that countless glamorous actresses and ladies who tried to get close to Song Chen, were all indifferently rejected by him, and Song Chen would not even give alms with an extra glance.

But today, Song Chen actually responded to me!

He really liked me.

Zhao Manshi's cheeks were flushed, and she lowered her head shyly. Today, she was wearing a beautiful light yellow dress, her long hair was rolled up, and her stiletto high heels were wrapped around her ankles, which made her more and more ladylike and quiet, attracting the attention of many people along the way.

Knowing her beauty, she added a kind person to herself softly and weakly, "My little niece is in the hospital, I like children the most, so I came to the hospital to see her. By the way, Mr. Song, what are you doing in the hospital? are you sick?"

Song Chen replied lightly, "Visit a friend."

His eyes fell on Zhao Manshi's face and quickly moved away.

It's just seven or eight similar, it's not her after all.

Song Chen didn't stay any longer and left with his assistant. Zhao Manshi stayed where he was, until Song Chen's back was no longer in sight, and then he reluctantly left.

Song Chen, who is busy with every day, came to the hospital today to visit a special friend.

In the VIP ward, the room is pale and pure, the afternoon sun shines through the window lattice, and a cluster of green saxifrage sticks out the small green head. The pale young woman on the hospital bed was looking out of the window in a trance.

A sick face could not hide her quiet beauty.

"Brother Chen, you're here." Hearing the door slam, the woman smiled more.

Song Chen pushed in the door and sat down beside the hospital bed: "I heard from the doctor, Qingyun, you are sick again today."

Cheng Qingyun shook her head, her tone helpless: "Congenital heart disease, it can't be cured. It's complicated every now and then, and you'll get used to it when it hurts."

Song Chen said, "You shouldn't have returned to China, the medical environment abroad is suitable for recuperation."

"However, I miss you very much, and I don't want to be separated from you." Cheng Qingyun held up the water glass, the white water vapor was dense, and she looked at Song Chen's face, "Brother Chen, you said you liked me before. Why did you forget? What about that woman?"

Some hidden thoughts were exposed, Song Chen stood up and said lightly, "Since you're fine, then I'll go first."

After all, Song Chen left the ward without turning his head.

Cheng Qingyun's fingers holding the water glass were trembling, unwilling.

Before I fell ill, you would come to see me day and night; now I fall ill, and you left in less than a minute after staying in the ward!

I am obviously your childhood sweetheart, and I am the one who loves you the most!

But you, you actually packaged a little star who mixes in the entertainment industry! After I tried to get her away, you still miss her!

Cheng Qingyun was not reconciled! Teeth creaked. She likes Song Chen, and she likes Song Chen's financial power more. Only by marrying Song Chen can she have the confidence to compete for family property in the Cheng family.