"You have changed a lot, small clam shells. You used to not like laughing, talking, talking to people you don't know, and even more like touching these knife and dining plates in the kitchen... When you didn't like these things, no one dared to force you to learn to do it, but why did you get used to it?"

"..." Song Shu trembled lightly at his fingertips, and then she smiled, "Mr. Qin, don't say this during midnight snack-"

"Bang!"

The pair of chopsticks of unknown texture were patted on the marble surface of the bar, making a crisp sound, which also shattered Song Shu's smile on his face.

Qin Lou turned his head and raised his eyes. He didn't know when the corners of his eyes turned scarlet, and his eyes were as hatred as a storm.

"When I saw you forcing yourself to do everything you don't like to do, I wanted to know who that person was... I'm going to kill him, I want him to return my doll. My doll doesn't laugh if you don't want to laugh, doesn't talk if you don't want to talk, does whatever you want... I promised to protect her, but I don't want to - break my promise."

At the end of the conversation, the man's trembling hidden in his voice could not be suppressed any longer.

Song Shu's lips trembled slightly, and his eyes turned red, but those emotions were quickly suppressed by her. She smiled, "Qin Lou... has passed Qin Lou."

"I won't go there, I know it's not. Tell me everything you're doing and thinking, and let me help you, okay?"

He reached out to hold her, looking at her almost begging.

Song Shu wanted to nod.

Thinking too much.

But the second before she nodded, the loud banging sound and the dizziness came from her ears again. The warm and hot blood flowed out from every part of her body, drowning her entire body until it suffocated. All her vision was quickly covered and spreading...

“——!”

Song Shu's figure trembled suddenly.

Her pupils were fixed again and her face was pale, "No, OK."

"I--"

"No!" Song Shu's voice suddenly raised, and she stared at Qin Lou tightly. Her red almond eyes made people feel pity, "I said no, Qin Lou, absolutely not."

Qin Lou's body stiffened for a few seconds and nodded slowly.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

What else Song Shu wanted to say was that the phone vibrated in the bag placed on the sofa.

Song Shu's emotions surged in his eyes, and she suppressed them again. She turned around and took out her cell phone in front of the sofa. After seeing the caller ID clearly, Song Shu hesitated before answering the phone.

"Qisheng?"

"Do you have time tonight?"

"It's so late, what else is there?"

"Well, if you have time, I want to pick you up to my dad's place, and he said he wanted to talk to you."

"——!" Song Shu breathed tightly, "Have he discovered something in the archive information?"

"It should be, but he wouldn't say it on the phone in detail."

"...I'll go there now! Where are you?"

"I've been downstairs of your house. The guard said you haven't come back yet. I called your colleagues in your department again. They said you've worked overtime - so now I'm rushing to your company and will be downstairs in about three minutes."

"Okay, I'll go downstairs now."

Without having time to say more, Song Shu hung up the phone and picked up the bag and coat on the sofa.

Before turning around, she looked at Qin Lou hesitantly.

"I have something to do, I have to deal with it immediately, you..."

To Song Shu's surprise, Qin Lou agreed this time without any obstacles.

The archives were too much involved, and Song Shu didn't bother to think about Qin Lou's reaction and quickly left the room.

The huge layer quieted again, and only the vague sound of water droplets was left behind.

Qin Lou sat down for a few seconds, walked down from the stool, and went to get his cell phone and dialed out a number without notes.

A few seconds later, the phone was connected.

Qin Lou raised his eyelids, "How is the person I asked you to check?"

"Master Lou, this matter is a bit mysterious."

"explain."

"I think his resume looks a bit strange. I suspect that his name is not his real name - his nationality was later changed to abroad, and the information there is normal, but in China, according to his current name, he cannot find clues and traces of his past, let alone relatives, family relationships, etc. In other words, such a net worth is not like a small commoner who started from scratch, and should not be left without a trace."

"Then are there any other ways?"

"There is a relatively easy way, but you need some help from Master Lou."

“What’s the busy thing?”

"You see if you can get his DNA so that it can be faster and hair or something like that."

"……good."

Qin Lou finished speaking and was about to close the line, but before he hung up, he suddenly remembered something, his eyes tightened slightly.

"If you give you dna, you can match his true identity in the past?"

"If there is indeed a cover-up like a name change, of course."

"Then she is dangerous at all times?"

"...ah? Oh, you mean Miss Qin Qing." The opposite side was silent for two seconds, "Not to mention whether Miss Qin can never reveal her identity. Even if she absolutely cannot, there will be no danger in this regard because of DNA."

"Why? Don't you just need DNA?"

"They're different."

"If anyone can get her-"

"When Song Shusheng's father is now living in seclusion with Mr. Qin, unless they are willing to go to Europe to experience many obstacles to obtaining Song Chengjun's DNA for paternity tests, they will not be able to determine Song Shudan alone."

"Why can't it?"

"Uh, this...you may have forgotten something."

"?"

"Mr. Qin, Song Shu, is dead in the legal sense - all her information and data, theoretically, have been destroyed."

“…”

Qin Lou was stunned.

It took a long time to go, and then he slowly put down his cell phone and walked back to the bar.

Sitting on the stool, Qin Lou picked up the bowl of cold noodles and slowly rolled it up with chopsticks. His mouth was a little astringent. It was obviously the first time that the little clam shell cooked for him, but he couldn't taste anything.

As he ate, Qin Lou slowly lowered his head.

Very low, almost buried in that bowl.

[Mr. Qin and Song Shu are dead in the legal sense.]

“…………”

There was a "click" sound.

A drop of water fell into the clear soup of the noodles.

The author has something to say: This chapter is really difficult about the reasons for being late. Generally, the author's emotions are more likely to be mobilized, so you think there is a little sad plot. When the author wrote it, it is very likely that he had already cried like a dog, or the kind that was so vast.

While drawing tissues to wipe tears and blow your nose, typing, it's too low-efficiency.

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