After receiving the certificate, the paranoid uncle kissed me 99 times a day

Zhuang Ming patted Qin Xin on the back, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, take the medicine first."

Zhuang Ming put Qin Xin down from his arms, then got up to help Qin Xin pour hot water.

After Qin Xin took the medicine, he took out a document bag and handed it to her.

It contains specific information related to Qin Xin, and there are many things that even Qin Xin doesn't know.

Before watching, Zhuang Ming asked, "Xinxin has grown up, she won't cry at will, huh?"

Qin Xin nodded solemnly, "Yes!"

The information is a bit long, and it will take some time for Qin Xin to read it carefully.

Zhuang Ming didn't disturb her by the side, and took his laptop to the side desk to deal with work.

Qin Xin sat down on the sofa and carefully looked at her profile.

The information is very detailed, including which hospital she was born in, what illnesses she suffered from since she was a child, and what school she went to, and everyone knows exactly who she is.

In fact, Qin Xin has forgotten many small things and experiences. Now that she sees the materials written in such detail, she has a sense of familiarity.

Qin Xin also knew why Zhuang Ming asked her if she would cry, because in the information, there were many photos of her and her grandfather when she was young.

Looking at these photos, Qin Xin's nose was a little sore, because she missed her grandpa so much.

After reading the general experience, there are a few attachments in the back.

On those attachments, Zhuang Ming reviewed them once with a red pen, and put a question mark on Xue Qian's pregnancy date.

Below the question mark, a few sticky notes were posted.

The note shows Qin Haozhong's life trajectory during that time.

At that time, Qin Haozhong was almost always around Chen Lian and the newborn Qin Xiaoli, and there was no record of opening a room at all.

And there is no record of opening a house under Xue Qian's name.

"Finished?" Zhuang Ming closed the computer and walked over.

Qin Xin nodded, "But this doesn't prove that I'm not father's own?"

"Well, these cannot be proved, so when I was chatting alone with my grandfather that day, I asked something about your mother, and then got a stack of letters."

Qin Xin blinked and looked at Zhuang Ming.

Zhuang Ming raised his eyebrows, "Want to see?"

Qin Xin nodded immediately.

Zhuang Ming sat on Qin Xin's lap, then leaned back on the sofa chair very naturally.

Putting his hands on the back of the chair, he continued lazily, "Then Xinxin needs to answer my question first."

Qin Xin was very used to and proficient at sitting on Zhuang Ming's lap, so she didn't dare to rub her hands.

Zhuang Ming leaned on the back of the chair, and she couldn't hug Zhuang Ming's neck, so she could only sit tremblingly, then nodded.

Only then did Zhuang Ming ask, "Does Xinxin hope that she is Qin Haozhong's own daughter, or?"

This question made Qin Xin silent.

Qin Xin pursed her lips, thought for a long time, and then said softly, "I hope I am grandpa's granddaughter..."

As for whether Qin Haozhong was her biological father, it didn't seem to matter anymore.

Ever since she was thrown in the cemetery and watched her family's car drive away, Qin Xin had already given up on Qin Haozhong.

She now has Zhuang Ming who loves her, four brothers who love her, and a grandpa who is arrogant and charming. She has no shortage of family affection now.

Zhuang Ming patted Qin Xin's head, "Even if you are not your own granddaughter, you are still your grandfather's little angel. Blood relationship is not the only way to link a grandparent's relationship."

"So, my father really has someone else?" Qin Xin cleverly understood the meaning of Zhuang Ming's words.

Zhuang Ming nodded, "Your mother's letter is in the middle of the suitcase, Xinxin can get it by herself."

When Qin Xin heard this, she immediately got up from Zhuang Ming's lap, and ran to the suitcase to find the letter that Zhuang Ming said.

As soon as Qin Xin left, the soft and warm feeling on her legs disappeared. Zhuang Ming patted the folds of his trousers with some dissatisfaction, and wanted to continue to be a humanoid chair for his little wife.

At this time, Qin Xin had already found a stack of letters in the suitcase, there were about dozens of them, and the envelopes were kraft paper envelopes, very old-fashioned.

Qin Xin carried the pile of letters and returned to Zhuang Ming's side. Just as she was about to sit down on the sofa, she heard Zhuang Ming coughing in a low voice.

Qin Xin looked over, her eyes rolled around, and she understood instantly.

Zhuang Ming wanted her to sit on his lap.

"Hmm... I don't feel comfortable sitting with my legs apart during my menstrual period."

Zhuang Ming just gave up, nodded with a stern face, and then patted the place beside him.

Qin Xin immediately sat over and pressed herself into Zhuang Ming's arms.

Hugging Qin Xin's waist, and smelling Qin Xin's faint milky and hair fragrance, Zhuang Ming finally said in satisfaction, "Look, I'll watch it with you."

Qin Xin looked at Zhuang Ming and covered her mouth, "Why do I suddenly feel that my husband is cute!"

"You are the only one who dare to use such words to describe me."

This was the second time Qin Xin said that he was cute.

Angry and helpless, Zhuang Ming pressed Qin Xin and kissed her hard, before continuing, "I only do this in front of you."

He admitted that he was indeed a bit clingy to Qin Xin, and would occasionally use tricks to coax Qin Xin to get close to him. These tricks somewhat violated his aloof personality.

However, "cute" is not, let alone.

It's impossible for a dignified president to let the word "cute" fall on him.