Chapter 35 Investigation (1)

Qin Lou closed the cabinet door and stood up straight. When he looked back, he saw Song Shu's gaze stopping on him motionlessly. Qin Lou raised his mouth.

"Curious?"

"...what?" Song Shu came back to his senses from the thoughts that were pulled deeper by the kraft paper bag, raised his almond eyes and met Qin Lou's gaze.

Qin Lou put one hand in his trouser pocket and knocked on the glass cabinet door beside him with one hand. "What I just put in, and the person who went downstairs, who was he, what he came to do, what he gave me, what did I have to hide from you - aren't you curious?"

The madman looked at her and smiled freely, looking like a bright bait hook was placed in front of her and was waiting for her to bite.

Song Shu's gaze was reduced.

After that person left, she had returned to her usual moodless appearance. At this time, she didn't react much after hearing Qin Lou's words.

"If you are curious, will you tell me?"

Qin Lou stood there and stared at her for two seconds, suddenly walked over, "Of course," he stopped in front of her, "but there is a condition."

"condition?"

"Well, this is the adult world, a small clam shell. Everything given by others is marked with value. Nothing is free for visible or invisible." As he spoke, Qin Lou bent down. He hooked a strand of light hair hanging down from Song Shu's ear with one hand, and wrapped it around his index finger to play with it.

After saying that, Qin Lou stopped talking, deliberately raising her appetite and waiting for her to "open up" on her own initiative.

Song Shu was quiet for a few seconds and asked, "What conditions do you want?"

"..." Qin Lou stopped his movements, and he slightly raised his eyes. The curve of the lightly hooked slender eyes hidden the unrestrainedness and laziness after success.

Song Shu looked at him.

She has been the one who has never been deceived or bewitched by his face since she was a child, and it is still the same now.

Qin Lou was used to it and was not frustrated. He took the initiative to end his eyes, then lowered his body forward, and placed the long strand of hair that was hooked around his fingertips in front of the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

The movements are extremely ambiguous, even the half-closed eyes and the emotions flowing inside the eyes are fascinating.

Then he smiled in a low voice: "Guess what I want." On the smiley tail, he seemed to be not satisfied and sniffed it lightly on the hair, but hooked it to his lips, fell together, and then got up and fell to the ground and kissed.

“…”

Song Shu finally couldn't stand his intentional seduction with great impact. She turned her eyes and a faint glow appeared on her cheeks.

Qin Lou smiled, but didn't raise his eyes, his eyes were filled with a feeling of success and satisfaction, "Little clam shell, your heart beats a little faster."

“…”

After a while, Song Shu sighed slowly, but still refused to turn around, "Mr. Qin, your negotiation skills are cultivated in this way?"

“Negotiation skills?”

"Well. First, deliberately reveal good news to attract people to take the bait; then find ways to mess up people's minds, so you can turn the tables when the conditions are set, letting the other party reveal their trump card; in the end, you only need to choose the results and return with the victory." After Song Shu finished speaking, he finally looked back and suppressed the emotions that were stirred up by him, the black almond eyes were as calm as usual, "What are the omissions I said? Do Mr. Qin want to add them?"

Qin Lou looked at her for two seconds, and stood up straight with a grudge.

"Ah, you saw through it."

“…”

"It's true that I miscalculated."

Song Shu's eyes moved slightly, "Where is the miscalculation?"

Qin Lou answered very seriously, "If you want to steal clam shells from someone else's pond, you can't fish with bait. You should just cast a net and catch it."

The words "Others' Pool" bit the accent intentionally or unintentionally. If there is a deep meaning, Song Shu's expression moved slightly after listening. But before she could think carefully, Qin Lou grabbed her wrist and pulled it towards the sofa.

The two sat on the sofa.

This order is different, and a result was that Qin Lou sat on the sofa, but Song Shu was pulled directly into his arms.

Without giving anyone a chance to struggle, Qin Lou turned around and pressed the clam shell in his arms against the three corners and areas between the backrest of the sofa and the armrest.

Song Shu let him hold the servant. After a while, he spoke in a low voice.

"It's already working time, Mr. Qin."

"I worked overtime for two days on weekends, and now I'm so angry that I have no place to expose myself. If I steal for a while, who dares to say I'm lazy?"

"I am not as confident as President Qin. I didn't even receive work tasks next week on weekends, so I didn't work overtime - I should have to go to work."

Qin Lou's ears moved, and he raised his head from beside her neck, his eyes a little gloomy, "It turns out you came to me for work."

Song Shu: "…"

Song Shu: "You even want to eat vinegar for work?"

"You spend eight or nine hours a day with it, and you may not even spend eight or nine minutes with me. Why can't I eat it jealous?"

"..." I couldn't refute it.

Song Shu fell into silence.

Qin Lou's eyes moved, and he smiled from the depths of the gloomy mood, "But I have a way to have the best of both worlds."

"What's the solution?"

"I'll work for you, work on the bed."

Song Shu: "."

A few seconds later, a muffled sound came from the sofa area. Humph, Qin Lou rubbed his waist, which was angry and angry, and bent his belly, then a low and hoarse laughter ran out of his chest.

He tilted his head slightly, with a playful teasing on his face, "Will you be angry, little clam shell?"

Song Shu automatically reduced his strength halfway. Seeing that he was hunched over and was a little uneasy, she clenched her fingertips when she heard this, and said without any ups and downs: "I don't want to be special about work. It's too easy to give people a handle. Qiaoqiao will definitely try every means to make things difficult for me during performance appraisal. Do you want me to be kicked out of the company?"

"She dares." Qin Lou smiled faintly and stood up. "I snatch the clam shell in the pond, who dares to touch my hand to chop up."

Song Shu glanced at him.

Qin Lou thought for a while, "Luan Qiaoqing's can be chopped up and left it to you for disposal."

“…I need to work, normal legal compliance staff work.”

Qin Lou was silent for two seconds after hearing this, and suddenly spoke without warning: "Who do you want to contact the company?"

“…!”

Song Shu's pupils shrank slightly.

Qin Lou was originally observing her emotions and reactions very close, but at this time she showed a low smile of success.

"I have grabbed your tail, the little clam shell."

Song Shu: "…"

Song Shu opened his eyes and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about. Daily work is a responsibility, and I don't want to be special."

"You know that even if you want to cover up the truth in front of me, it's useless?"

“…”

"It's okay, I didn't expect to support you personally." Qin Lou said regretfully, "You go back to the law department to wait for the notice. Before tomorrow, I will give you a suitable position in the project team."

Song Shu's eyes stirred up emotions, but in the end they were all suppressed.

She got up from his arms, "Then I'll go back to the 12th floor."

Qin Lou raised his eyes grievedly, "It would be too realistic to run away immediately after getting the benefits he wanted. Are we so naked and naked?"

Song Shu paused and looked back. A few seconds later she smiled, "Isn't it the provisions in your 'contract', Mr. Qin?"

Qin Lou choked.

After seeing the slippery little clam shell disappearing, Qin Lou came back to his senses from this joke, deeply annoyed that he had shot himself in the foot.

A few dozen seconds later, the mechanical sound of the elevator descending from the entrance elevator on the 23rd floor came from the mechanical sound of the elevator.

Qin's emotions on the floor became lazy.

He lingered on the sofa that was still smelling fragrant on Song Shu for a while before he slowly got up.

Walking to the glass cabinet next to it, Qin Lou leaned over and took out the kraft paper bag from the cabinet.

"Close the door." Qin Lou whispered.

The intelligent automatic control system received the owner's instructions that the voice line matched, and an electronic protective door leading to the elevator slowly fell down.

The soft lights in the flat layer will automatically light up.

Qin Lou returned to the sofa with a kraft paper bag, pulled open the strap of the rope, opened it, and poured out the things inside.

"Shuh", stacks of photos and files scattered on the desktop, spreading into a fan shape.

Qin Lou picked up a few of the photos and picked up the top document.

The first page is Yu Qisheng's personal information, which is vague from the previous generality. This time the information is much more detailed, and it is all the traces he left in the country before he changed his surname from Qiao to Yu.

But in the family column, I still didn’t get any information.

Qin Lou frowned slightly, and he reached out to pluck the photos of Yu Qisheng whom he collected from somewhere, and suddenly paused his fingers.

He picked up one of them.
To be continued...