Chapter 4: Madman and Dolls (4)

“Move to boarding school?”

In the Qin family's large study room, Qin Liang unexpectedly looked at Song Chengjun, and then his eyes fell on the girl he was holding.

"Is this Song Shu's wish?"

"Yes." Song Chengjun said: "Dad, Xiaoshu is a very sensible child, so I'm embarrassed to mention it myself. But she is actually quite scared of Qin Lou. I can't bear it very much, so I still want to ask you to allow her to go to the boarding school by myself..."

"You can't go in. Mr. Qin and Mr. Song are talking about things - Young Master! Young Master!"

In response to the call from the study room in the corridor, the door of the study room was pushed open from outside. The thin young man stood behind the double-open door with a fierce look.

Then the servant chased him in a hurry and bent down to Qin Liang in the study, "Mr. Qin, I didn't stop..."

"Well, don't worry about him. You go out." Qin Liang waved his hand.

"yes."

The servant breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and walked away quickly.

Qin Liang frowned and looked at the boy, "What are you doing in the study?"

"……I?"

When Qin Lou heard the sound, he slowly pulled his eyes away from Song Chengjun. His mouth curled with a smile, and there was a little resentment in his scattering.

The boy walked in like a walk.

"My 'doll' is about to be taken away, of course I have to come and see who is like this..."

Qin Lou closed his feet in the last step and stopped in front of Song Chengjun. He looked up at the adult man who was much taller than him. He was so angry that he had a thin red lips raised with a sharp curve.

This smile seems to hurt people.

【--court death?】

He made a silent lip shape and connected the broken tail sound.

Song Chengjun's eyes were so angry that his eyes were bloody.

He is the only son-in-law of the Qin family. In the social scene in the company, everyone respects him and respects him - when has he been so provoked? What's more, the one who provoked him was a teenage child?

Song Chengjun didn't even think about it, and reached out to grab the boy's collar in front of him and wanted to teach him a lesson.

"Sung-jun."

Behind him, Mr. Qin's voice was not tall but majestic enough. Although Qin Liang didn't say anything, the warning in a title was self-evident.

Song Chengjun's figure froze.

A few seconds later, he smiled and let go of his hand, "Qin Lou, my uncle was a little excited because he was worried about Xiaoshu, so he didn't mind."

"…Mind? I don't."

Qin Lou smiled and raised his hand, half-rolled up his sleeves and wrapped an ugly bandage and bow on his forearm. He smiled lazyly and looked at Song Chengjun, slowly turning the collar that was pleated by the other party.

Then the boy's eyes raised slightly, his mouth widened, and his eyes were filled with a crazy smile.

"I will get revenge, why should I mind?"

Song Chengjun's face changed and he almost couldn't help but attack.

"Okay, Qin Lou." Qin Liang said to stop him, "You are also here for Song Shu's affairs?"

Qin Lou fell back to his eyes, "Yes."

"Your uncle said that Song Shu didn't want to be with you, she was a little afraid of you. Have you bullied her?"

Qin Lou raised his eyes lazily, "If he said you believe it? What is he?"

Song Chengjun turned around in anger, "I am Song Shu's father!"

"Hahahaha..." Qin Lou laughed loudly when he heard the sound, pointing at Song Chengjun as happy as a madman, "You? Hahahaha--You are a father too?"

"Qinlou!"

Song Chengjun's face turned red, as if he had been slapped in the face.

Qin Liang said: "Qinlou, enough."

The laughter echoed in the study ended abruptly.

The young man who bent over smile slowly stood up. He rubbed his face and his eyes were scattered, as if the person who was still laughing wildly last second was not him.

The boy's eyes closed halfway, his eyes swept through the study room—

Qin Liang's forehead was supported with complex expressions, and Song Chengjun's eyes were mixed with disgust, fear and retreat, and Song Shu...

Qin Lou's mouth suddenly turned up.

His doll stood quietly beside Song Chengjun, and he raised his head at some point, and was looking at him at this time.

There were still no impurities or emotions in those eyes, only his figure was clean.

She just looked at him like that, without saying a word.

This little clam shell that cannot be pried...

Qin Lou suddenly wanted to laugh.

From the heart, for the first time in his life, he wants to follow and feel a real and pleasant smile.

"...Since she is afraid of me, let her choose it myself." The boy suddenly spoke.

Qin Liang asked uncertainly: "What did you say?"

Qin Lou looked up, "Where is my side, or the other side - where to stand, whom to follow, let her choose it myself."

Qin Liang thought for two seconds and nodded, "Chengjun, do you agree?"

Song Chengjun took two deep breaths and slowly suppressed his ups and downs.

He forced himself to smile, "Of course, Dad, I must respect Xiaoshu's opinions."

After Song Chengjun finished speaking, he turned around and looked down at the girl who was held in his hand, "Xiaoshu, have you heard Grandpa Qin's words?"

"..." The girl didn't speak.

Song Chengjun secretly clamped the girl's hands tighter, and her voice still sounded gentle.

"You don't like going to No. 2 Middle School, right? It doesn't matter, dad understands."

"..." is still quiet.

Song Chengjun showed a satisfied expression. He quickly restrained himself, turned to Qin Liang and changed into that respectful expression.

"Dad, you saw it too. Qin Lou didn't dare to say it..."

He hesitated for a while.

Song Chengjun was a little uncertain. He subconsciously looked down at his hand - he mistakenly felt that the girl's hand holding his palm seemed to be emitting a little reverse pull.

But it seems... it's not an illusion.

Song Chengjun's face changed slightly.

"release."

In the quiet study, the girl's voice sounded softly and slightly awkward.

"——Xiaoshu?" The unexpected situation made Song Chengjun's expression a little distorted. He forced a smile and bowed, "Why did you suddenly-"

"release."

The girl's voice was very low and light, but it was so calm that it made people feel firm and unshakable.

She raised her head, and her delicate face had a blank expression.

His eyes were so empty that he felt chill.

"release."

“…!”

On the last time, Song Chengjun couldn't help but let go.

He even took a step back.

There was a few seconds of silence in the study.

The adults didn't come back to their senses.

The boy leaning against the desk suddenly laughed.

He stood up straight, his expression and steps as happy as a little lunatic who could dance at any time.

The boy walked to the girl a few steps and stopped. Then he leaned over and gave a gentlemanly ceremony that was as exaggerated as a clown-

The boy bent over almost ninety degrees, and his left hand wrapped in bandages reached in front of the girl.

He raised his head, smiling wildly and crazy.

"Dear doll, can I invite you to go with me, a lunatic?"

The girl looked at him, and the expression on her delicate little face was blank.

After a few seconds, she nodded slowly.

"Um."

The girl's slightly cool petite hands were placed in the boy's palm.

Then it was suddenly clenched.

"See, do it."

The boy's face was grinning like an exaggerated smile like a clown.
Chapter completed!