Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead's Daughter

Two tall staff members quickly stopped Gu Chu.

One of them had a cold expression and his tone was very impolite. "Kid! You are not allowed to enter this area! Where are your parents? Leave with your parents!"

Gu Chu stopped in her tracks. "I'm here to look for Uncle Song..."

I'm here to look for my father. Do you really dare to stop me?

"Mr. Song is not someone a little girl like you can get close to." The staff bent down and tried to carry Gu Chu away from the VIP area. Mr. Song Chen was an important shareholder of the airline. He had a high position and power, so they could not afford to offend him.

Moreover, Song Chen was famous for his germaphobia. He could not let an unfamiliar child get close to him.

Gu Chu furrowed her cute eyebrows.

Just as she was about to be taken away by the two staff members, a cold voice came from behind, "Let go of her."

The two staff members quickly let go of Gu Chu.

Song Chen quickly walked over with a smile on his handsome face. He bent down and picked Gu Chu up. He said happily, "Chu Chu, why are you here? Your mother's flight was delayed. She won't get here in another three more hours."

Song Chen had been busy with work during this period of time, but he still found time to personally come to the airport to wait for Gu Manxi. It had been a long time since he had seen the person he loved. He had been thinking about her even in his dreams. Unexpectedly, he heard a familiar soft and cute voice halfway through the wait.

He turned around and saw that it was his daughter.

She had soft short hair, a cute little face that was fair and tender, and her eyes were dark and bright. She was simply getting cuter and cuter every day.

"I just missed Mom, so I decided to come over early to wait for her." Gu Chu smiled sweetly. "Uncle Song, have you had dinner yet? There's chocolate in Chuchu's bag. I can give you one."

"Okay, thank you, Chuchu."

The two staff members were stunned when they saw Song Chen being all nice and kind to the little girl. 

Was this still the cold and unfeeling President Song in their memories...

Song Chen brought Gu Chu to sit down and called for the waiter to bring over candies and fruits. Zhao Yan and Lin Xiaozhou arrived soon after. Zhao Yan sat down opposite Song Chen and waved at Gu Chu. "Chuchu, come sit with uncle."

"There's no need. Chuchu likes to sit next to me." Song Chen smiled.

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes.

The corners of Song Chen's mouth curled up.

There was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

Gu Chu was holding sweets in her hands. The two were ready to start a war again. Uncle had always disapproved of Song Chen's character and morals. He did not approve of Gu Manxi and Song Chen being together.

Every time the two of them met, they would always be hostile to each other. 

"Chuchu, where do you want to sit?" Zhao Yan asked.

Song Chen's eager gaze also swept over.

Gu Chu was in a dilemma and decided to play dumb. Her smile was sweet, and her eyes were black. She looked particularly harmless. "Chuchu likes Brother Xiaozhou's jokes. I'll sit with Brother Xiaozhou." 

Lin Xiaozhou, who was putting candy in his pockets, raised his head, and a tuft of curly hair drooped down. "What?"

Gu Chu ran to Lin Xiaozhou's side and handed him a handful of candies. In a childish voice, she said, "Brother Xiaozhou, do you have any more jokes for Chuchu?"

Gu Chu cursed in her heart. You two should keep your business to yourselves. Don't drag an innocent and weak child like me into this.

Lin Xiaozhou was very happy, and he said enthusiastically to Gu chu, "Do you like my jokes that much? Then let me tell you another one. Why shouldn't you write with a broken pen?"