Luan Qiaoqing was so frightened that she suddenly stood up and hit the back of her head hard on the roof of the car. She covered her head in pain and stepped back.
Not sure if it was because of the collision or because of the words that confused her, Luan Qiaoqing felt her head buzzing, as if hundreds of bees were flying around her. She reached out and pinched the back of her hand.
It hurts, I'm not dreaming.
The drunk one was the one lying inside, not her, so it shouldn't be an illusion or auditory hallucination.
That is to say, the person who looked like Song Shu inside really called her "Qiaoqiao".
Luan Qiaoqing swallowed her saliva. An incredible thought flashed through her mind at that moment—even though her mind told her it was impossible, she just couldn't get rid of the thought and it began to linger in her mind.
Qin Qing she...
Luan Qiaoqing walked forward slowly and bent down again. She felt that she should do something while the woman in front of her was still drunk and unconscious, even if it was just to make her soberly realize how outrageous her idea just now was.
Unfortunately, just as Luan Qiaoqing was about to reach out, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed it.
Luan Qiaoqing paused, turned around in annoyance, "Who—" She choked, "...Brother?"
Qin Lou stood beside her car, breathing rapidly. He was only wearing a thin shirt, and his chest rose and fell slightly with his breathing.
He frowned, took a deep breath and looked into the car.
"Qin Qing is in there?"
Luan Qiaoqing had a complicated expression, "Yes, but—"
Before she finished speaking, Qin Lou pulled her aside, bent over and carried out Song Shu, who was fast asleep due to alcohol.
The person who was carried out and had fallen asleep was very quiet, without any struggle, just leaning in Qin Lou's arms so docilely and obediently. Her small face was revealed from between her soft long hair, and her eyelashes gently rested on her eyelids, quiet and beautiful.
Compared to the woman she usually saw in the company who always had a gentle smile on her face which Luan Qiaoqing felt was as fake as a mask, "Qin Qing" at this moment seemed so familiar to Luan Qiaoqing.
Coming back to her senses, Luan Qiaoqing shook her head vigorously again—
She must be crazy! She saw Song Shu take off the ventilator, watched the doctor read out the time of death, and even watched the man being sent to the crematorium...
How could Qin Qing be that person!
When Qin Loutuo stood up holding Song Shu, what he saw was Luan Qiaoqing's face full of doubts about life, confused and dazed.
If Luan Qiaoqing had any emotions or thoughts in her heart, she couldn't hide them and they would all be written on her face.
Qin Lou frowned and looked at Song Shu who was sleeping in his arms with a little uneasiness in his heart: This is the first time that little Bangke got drunk, he wouldn't have the habit of talking in his sleep, right
“… I’ll take her there, you go back.” Qin Lou thought about it and decided to wait until Song Shu wakes up tomorrow. He picked up Song Shu and prepared to leave.
Luan Qiaoqing didn't think about it and said, "I'll go with you—"
"Together what."
Qin Lou stopped and turned back to look at her with gloomy eyes.
Luan Qiaoqing choked.
To send someone off, especially a woman weighing only about 50 kilograms, there was no need for Qin Lou and herself to do it together - there was not even a reason for them to follow.
During this time, Qin Lou frowned and started walking again.
Only the tail sound remained behind him, "You inform Chu Xiangbin and ask him to come to my office tomorrow morning!"
"… oh."
Hearing the impending storm in Qin Lou's tone, Luan Qiaoqing did not dare to refute. In addition, what happened tonight really made her unconscious. Watching the two figures walk away, Luan Qiaoqing stood there for a long time, and finally turned around with a frown and got into the car.
Sitting in the car seat, Luan Qiaoqing did not start the car in a hurry. Instead, after thinking for a long time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
A few dozen seconds later, the other end answered, "Minister Luan?"
"How's the person I asked you to check?"
"We are still investigating this. It's a bit difficult because Qin Qing grew up abroad. The images of her childhood that we can find are very blurry, so it's hard to compare whether she had plastic surgery..."
"Then find a specific time point and tell me which country and city she was in and what she was doing at that time."
"Oh? What specific time point does Minister Luan want to check?"
“…” Luan Qiaoqing closed her eyes, a look of pain on her face. “August 2010. I want to know where she was and what she was doing at that time.”
"Okay, I'll check it out as soon as possible."
"Well, I'll wait for your news."
After hanging up the phone, Luan Qiaoqing rubbed his face and said, "Don't think too much."
She finished mumbling to herself, started the car with red eyes, and drove out.
at the same time.
The other side of the parking lot.
Qin Lou carried Song Shu into the passenger seat, adjusted the curvature of the seat back for her, and fastened her seat belt.
After completing this series of actions, Qin Louwei stopped and leaned over Song Shu's quiet sleeping face, leaning on the back of the leather seat.
He lowered his eyes slightly and asked in a low voice: "Have you gotten into trouble, little clam?"
“…” Naturally, the person who was soundly asleep could not answer him.
Qin Lou frowned and thought for a moment, then relaxed a little, "But she has had a low IQ since she was a child, so she should be easy to deceive. Even if she said something wrong, she can always find an excuse to get away with it, right?"
After thinking this, Qin Lou prepared to get up, but his eyes inadvertently fell down and stopped on Song Shu's red lips.
His figure froze.
After enduring for a few seconds, Qin Lou still couldn't control himself. His hands that were supporting the seat slowly clenched, and his upper body leaned down.
As she moved closer to him, she made amends in a hoarse voice: "I'll just kiss you, nothing else."
"… "
This "a moment" lasted for a while, until Song Shu, who was sleeping soundly, frowned and pushed someone away with a bit of unhappiness, Qin Lou finally stepped back reluctantly.
He returned to the driver's seat and started the car with a gloomy look in his eyes: his little clam was drunk like this, and he didn't even wake up when someone took advantage of him like this... Chu Xiangbin is dead tomorrow.
—Mr. Qin, who had gotten the advantage and acted like a good kid, drove away dissatisfied.
Qin Lou has always been very clear about Song Shu's address. He even knew that this was the residence arranged for her by Yu Qisheng - this was also the point that made Qin Lou most unhappy.
For this reason, Qin Lou pestered Song Shu several times to get her to move to the 23rd floor to live with him.
Song Shu’s answer was naturally no.
Qin Lou also knew that she had a lot of concerns and couldn't do whatever she wanted before Bai Song's case was resolved, so he didn't make it too difficult for Song Shu on this matter.
This was even the first time Qin Lou visited the apartment where Song Shu lived.
This apartment is the best high-end apartment in the corner of District L of Q City, and the decoration is also very grand. Entering the house is a large flat, which is only slightly smaller than Qinlou's residence on the 23rd floor of Vio.
There are no repaired partition walls inside the house except for the load-bearing columns. Instead, bookshelves or display racks are used as space partitions.
After entering the door, Qin Lou held Song Shu and put him down on a low stool at the entrance.
He squatted down and helped her take off her shoes and put on slippers.
Then Qin Lou picked up Song Shu again and carried him to the sofa on the floor, which was very close to the entrance.
After being tossed in and out of the car and up and down the stairs several times, even the deepest drunkenness and sleepiness were mostly gone.
An unknown amount of time had passed before Song Shu slowly woke up from her deep sleep while leaning against the corner of the sofa. She felt dizzy and didn't know where she was. As soon as she moved her legs, she felt the difficulty of being unable to move.
Song Shu lowered his head—
In the light of the floor lamp next to the sofa, a man in a suit, shirt and trousers was sitting on the carpet under the sofa, half hugging and half resting his head on her legs, with his eyes closed and falling asleep.
Song Shu's action of waking up also woke Qin Lou up. The two of them, one lowered his head and the other raised his head, looked at each other blankly for a few seconds, before they each regained consciousness with difficulty.
Song Shu looked around, "Why are you and I... here? As I remember... weren't you going on a business trip to City C this afternoon?"
"I rushed back from City C tonight. As soon as I got off the plane, I heard that Chu Xiangbin took you to a drinking party." Qin Lou spoke in a lazy and hoarse voice. He stretched out his hand to loosen the tie on his chest, and a bit of hostility was revealed in his frown. "I finally got here, and I was almost intercepted by someone."
Song Shu struggled to sort out his remaining drunken consciousness, "So, has Team Leader Chu gone back?"
"Yeah." Qin Lou stood up, then remembered something and frowned, saying in a deep voice, "Don't mention him."
Song Shu rubbed his dizzy forehead, "He didn't—wu—"
Song Shu was pressed into the sofa by the man who stood up, and was kissed hard for a long time before being released. Qin Lou leaned against her neck and said in a muffled voice, "You are not allowed to go out drinking alone with other men in the future. You obviously can't drink, and what if you get drunk like this and are taken advantage of by other men? Do you want me to turn you into a wine-fermented clam shell?"
Song Shu choked on the word "wine and clam shells".
Perhaps it was the alcohol that made it difficult to control her emotions. After a few seconds, she couldn't help but raise her hand, slightly covering her eyes and laughing softly.
"… What are you laughing at?" Qin Lou raised his head and saw the girl's lips curled up at the corners and her cheeks flushed.
The emotions in his dark eyes rose and fell again, and in the end he couldn't hold it back. Qin Lou leaned over and bit Song Shu's lips lightly.
Then he raised his head slightly, frowned and suppressed the jealousy that had been pent up all night, "Stop laughing, little clam."
Song Shu slowly stopped, but still covered his eyes, refusing to let go, "Then don't call me like that."
Qin Lou frowned, "Why?"
"If this continues, I'm really going to think I'm some kind of shellfish..." Song Shu lowered her hands, she stood up, opened the cabinet on the marble table in front of the sofa, and took out a box from it.
Then she opened the box, revealing many small shell bracelets of different styles.
Song Shuwei raised her head, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol. She stuffed the box into the stunned Qin Lou with a wooden face.
"You see, every time I went to a city before, I saw this kind of bracelet and I couldn't help but buy it..."
Qin Lou took it in a daze.
After holding the box for dozens of seconds, he lowered his eyes slightly and laughed hoarsely, "You're still drunk, right, little clam."
Otherwise, how could she show him something like this when she hid it so well, as if she had never thought about him being hurt all these years
His clam shell is so cute that even when drunk he looks like he is sober.
“… Nonsense.”
Song Shu gently refuted him, then she bent her waist slightly, leaned on her knees, and reached out to fiddle with the small shells in the box.
After playing for a while, Song Shu raised his lips and tilted his head slightly, "Does it look good?"
Before she could finish her words, the man came up to her and kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth.
"They're not as pretty as you."
"… Really?" Song Shu frowned seriously. After asking, she hugged the box and studied it carefully. "But I think they are pretty."
"Not as pretty as you."
Song Shu thought about it seriously, "What color is my clam shell?"
Qin Lou was stunned.
Song Shu said distressedly: "I can't see my own clam shell myself."
Qin Lou couldn't hold back any longer and laughed softly.
Song Shu frowned, "What are you laughing at? Is the color of my clam shell ugly?"
"I want to give you wine every day." Qin Lou said with a hoarse laugh, and then he hugged Song Shu, who shrank and looked much smaller, into his arms, "The color of your clam shell is the most beautiful."
Song Shu's eyes lit up, but he still tried to keep a straight face and pretend that he didn't care that much.
"Is... what color is it?"
Qin Lou lowered his eyes and looked at her for a few seconds, then raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Light orange."
Song Shu was stunned for two seconds, "Light orange?"
"Yeah, it's a light orange color with a little bit of white pearl."
"… "
Qin Lou lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly, and kissed her hair gently.
"There is a little girl sitting inside the clam, wearing a white dress, and always holding a six-level Rubik's Cube in her hand... I see her every time in my dreams. She hides in the clam and refuses to come out to find me or see me. No matter how I call her, she ignores me... I have waited for her for many years, little clam, she finally comes out to see me."
Song Shu was stunned.
She felt something cool falling into the long hair beside her ear, and the sweet voice gradually became hoarse.
She reached out and slowly hugged him.
After a few seconds of silence, the girl asked carefully, "Then I'll open the clam a little and let you in, okay?"
Qin Louwei paused.
After a moment, he kissed the corner of her lips with red eyes, seeming to laugh and cry, "Okay... You took the initiative to promise me this, don't regret it."
The girl shook her head and tightened her arms around him, "I won't regret it. From now on, my clam shell will also be your clam shell."
Qin Lou smiled silently, "Okay."
The next morning, Saturday.
There was no need to go to the company or attend any meetings. This should have been the happiest time after a tiring week. However, Song Shu was lying on the big bed in his apartment with a blank expression and empty eyes.
—Who can tell her who is using her body to replace her, as her head is now filled with memories that seem to be from last night
Otherwise, how could she possibly ask, "What color is my clam shell?"
"ah… "
The memories replayed themselves in his mind, and Song Shu almost collapsed as he pulled up the quilt to cover himself.
Why doesn't she have the skill of blacking out after drinking...
"Awake?" A sound of footsteps came from the other side of the apartment. Qin Lou, wearing light grey slippers, walked around the bookshelf that served as a partition in front of the bed, walked up the three wooden steps, and stood beside the bed.
Song Shu slowly and woodenly pulled down the quilt, revealing a half-emotionless face.
Qin Lou was only wearing a bathrobe with a belt and was wiping his wet hair with a towel. He lowered his eyes and looked at her with a half-smile.
Song Shu struggled to find his voice: "Why are you still in my house..."
"You tortured me like that last night, and now you want to throw me away after using me. Aren't you too heartless?" Qin Lou stopped beside the bedside and leaned down slightly.
Song Shu: "Don't say things like this... things that can easily be misunderstood."
"But I'm telling the truth."
"..." Song Shu looked away, "I don't have any men's clothes at home."
Qin Lou stood up and said, "It's okay. I'll ask my assistant to take it."
“—?!”
Qin Lou paused for two seconds and chuckled, "So you also have these uneasy moments, little clam?"
“—”
These three short words brought back the unbearable memories of last night. Although Song Shu tried hard to hold back, his face slowly turned red.
She struggled to hold her voice and asked, "Would it be a bad idea to ask your assistant to come?"
"What's wrong?"
"Easy to cause misunderstanding?"
"As they saw it, there was no misunderstanding."
“… … ”
Song Shu gave up on communicating at this time - the right time, place and people were not in her favor at the moment, she needed to wash her face to wake up and change the "battlefield".
The toilet and bathroom next to the entrance are the only rooms on the floor with separate partition walls.
Song Shu was washing his face with cold water in the bathroom, trying to wake himself up as quickly as possible, when he heard the doorbell ring.
Song Shu hesitated for two seconds.
It was these two seconds that made her lose the opportunity to fight for the initiative in speaking—
"Mr. Qin, here's what you wanted." An Xingyun's calm voice came back from outside the door, and Song Shu's expression froze when he heard it.
After a rustling sound, Qin Lou took it and put it in the entrance. "Assistant An, thank you for your hard work."
"As an assistant, it's just my job." An Xingyun paused and asked, "Is this your new residence, Mr. Qin?"
"!" Song Shu in the bathroom quickly turned around and wanted to run to the door to signal Qin Lou not to talk nonsense.
However, before she reached halfway, Qin Lou's joyful laughter could be heard from outside the frosted glass door of the bathroom.
"No. This is Qin Qing's residence."
“… … ”
There was a long silence and dead stillness in the air.
About ten seconds later, An Xingyun's voice resounded, sounding the same as usual, except with a hint of difficulty: "I see. I was presumptuous. Sorry, Mr. Qin."
"Don't be sorry. I would have told you even if you hadn't asked me."
"..." An Xingyun paused slowly and lowered his head, "Then Mr. Qin and... Miss Qin, please continue with your work. I'm leaving first."
"Um."
"Bang." The door closed.
Qin Lou turned around happily and passed the bathroom. He saw that the frosted glass door had been opened at some point. Song Shu was standing inside the door expressionlessly, looking at him critically.
Qin Lou raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?"
"Is this how you met Assistant An just now?" Song Shu's eyes slowly swept over Qin Lou—the half-open bathrobe that revealed his collarbone, the wet hair, the lazy eyes.
The whole look was like aftermath of something happening.
Imagining An Xingyun's possible mental state and mental journey at this moment, Song Shu felt that the rationality he had just worked hard to rebuild was facing the threat of collapse again.
Song Shu lowered his head and raised his hands to cover his eyes.
"… Never mind, it's nothing, as long as you're happy." After saying that, Song Shu turned around and prepared to go back to the bathroom.
But before she had completed the 90-degree turn, she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled out by someone outside the door, then pressed against the wall outside the bathroom.
Song Shu was stunned for a moment, then she looked up after coming to her senses.
"How did you..."
"Don't you like me like this?" The man leaned down slightly, and there was no emotion on his handsome face, which was rare. Only his dark eyes were filled with her figure, and more demands and desires to wrap her figure tightly.
Song Shu looked away uncomfortably, "No, it's just..."
"Just what?"
Song Shu was speechless.
"Why don't you like me to be honest with you? You shouldn't care about an assistant's opinion. You never care about other people's opinions, right? Why do you care now? Or do you just not want to be intimate with me in front of them?"
Qin Lou's speech speed was getting faster and faster, and his voice was getting lower and lower. Song Shu could feel that his emotions began to fluctuate violently - but it came so inexplicably. She didn't know what had hit his acupoint of anxiety between last night and today.
Song Shu could only explain: "It's not because of this."
Qin Lou's eyes darkened, and he kept asking, "Why is that?"
Song Shu was silent for a few seconds.
The gazes he cast upon her grew more dangerous.
When she felt that the emotions inside her were beginning to reach a certain critical point, Song Shu finally gave up the struggle in her heart. She lowered her head helplessly and muttered something.
Qin Lou didn't hear clearly, "What?"
Song Shu numbly raised his head and repeated, "Assistant An is my mother's best friend. I call her Aunt An in private."
"." Qin Lou paused.
Song Shu said this and said the rest of the words, so as not to leave him any room for wild thoughts.
"So you just found an elder who I have a close relationship with and asked her to deliver your change of clothes to my doorstep one morning—and you opened the door in your bathrobe."
Song Shu paused for two seconds, "Now do you understand why I do this?"
"… "
A few seconds later, Qin Lou suddenly laughed.
The emotion in that voice was so joyful that he couldn't suppress his smile even when he leaned over and buried his head in her long hair at her neck.
Song Shu looked expressionless, "..."
Then she sighed slowly, and the corners of her mouth curled up, "Are you so happy that my elders misunderstood such a thing?"
Qin Lou squeezed out the words in his laughter, "Yes, if I had known that Assistant An and you had such a relationship, I would have been unable to resist showing it to her earlier."
"…Are you childish, Qin Lou?"
"Well, do you have other elders like this? Why not call them all over today?"
"… "
Song Shu was helpless.
After a moment, she gently raised her hand, clasped the back of the neck of the man who was leaning over in front of her, and rubbed it soothingly.
"unnecessary."
"I think it is necessary," Qin Lou asked with a smile, "Why not?"
"sorry."
Qin Lou paused, "Sorry for what?"
Song Shu sighed softly in his ear, and she hugged him tighter, "I make you feel insecure, Qin Lou."
"… "
Qin Lou's smile stopped on his face and then slowly faded away.
After a long time, he slowly bent down and put his chin on her shoulder. He lowered his eyes and spoke in a flat voice: "Ah, you found out. So how are you going to compensate me?"
"I still need some time. I can't indulge myself in accepting all your feelings until this is over... You know that."
"I don't want to know." Qin Lou said in a muffled voice.
Song Shu was about to speak again when the doorbell beside them suddenly rang.
One lowered his head, the other raised his head. After staring at each other for a few seconds, under Qin Lou's increasingly dangerous gaze, Song Shu said softly, "I never have any guests here."
Qin Lou paused, "Is Assistant An back again?"
"..." Song Shu suddenly had a headache.
Qin Lou curled the corner of his mouth and walked over to open the door.
Song Shu came to his senses and quickly stopped him, "Let me do it, you're not dressed properly."
“I’ve just seen it.”
"… "
"Hiding now would only make things more obvious."
“… … ”
Song Shu gave up struggling, "Then you just stand next to me, don't say anything, I'll do the talking, okay?"
Qin Lou nodded.
Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly picked it up again.
She took the door handle and opened it.
"install-"
"Excuse me, Qin Qing lives here—"
The voices stopped at the same time.
Looking at Luan Qiaoqing standing outside the door in a daze, Song Shu felt a splitting headache.
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