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"Did those old people say bad things about you again when I was away? Or did father say something wrong about you?"

The evil spirit in Su Xinji's eyes was turbulent. His carefully pampered Wanwan should not be so cautious.

She is flamboyant and will never be restrained.

"So, brother will always like me, right?"

Su Wan took a deep breath and leaned forward slightly, as if she wanted to see clearly the true emotions in the man's eyes, and wanted to help the original owner ask what he had been struggling with for a long time.

If she was just a sister who was not related by blood, would her brother still favor her?

She is a thief who steals other people's identities and steals 20 years of their time.

But after spending 20 years together day and night, the brother will always be the brother, but she is not the real sister.

"Wanwan, brother can do it."

Su Xinji felt uneasy in the girl's heart, and was a little annoyed that she had been busy with the company's business and neglected what happened to Wanwan recently.

He licked his lips nervously, his eyes showing endless doting and distress.

Su Xinji slowly opened his arms, hugged the girl's slender shoulders, and gently pulled her body into his embrace.

But he restrained himself from touching her with his hands.

"Wanwan, my brother will always be your last harbor. If there is anything that makes you unhappy, you must tell your brother."

I seem to feel the warmth on my chest.

The man raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally patted the girl's thin back soothingly, as if coaxing a child, reluctant to use a harsh tone.

Su Xinji has never been a gentle person.

How can a man who can make a name for himself in the cunning business world be a docile and harmless sheep?

But in front of Su Wan, he will always be the brother who will be endlessly tolerant.

Even though the elder brother doesn't want to just be an elder brother.

The midsummer sunshine was just right, shining through the gaps in the leaves and falling on the two of them, making them as beautiful as an oil painting.

"If Wanwan keeps crying, brother's clothes will get soaked."

Su Xinji gave all his patience and tenderness to the girl in front of him, with warm eyes.

"I didn't cry!"

The stubbornness of the girl's husky voice made the man's eyes flash with a smile.

Su Xinji looked at the hurried students in the distance with nostalgia in his eyes. He placed his hands on the girl's shoulders and pulled her away slightly.

"Well, Wanwan didn't cry, but she's going to be late for class."

"Then remember to pick me up tonight!"

"Most definitely."

Su Xinji looked at the young girl, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly, finally regaining her vitality.

He watched the girl go away until the figure completely disappeared from his eyes, and the gentleness in his eyes suddenly turned cold.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he dialed the secretary's phone number.

"Secretary Wang, we found a girl named Zhou Kexin in the slums. I want to know all her information tonight."

On the other end of the phone, Secretary Wang, who was still handling affairs, heard this and paused while opening the bidding case.

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As soon as she heard the name Zhou Kexin, she knew she was a girl.

Is it possible that his leadership, which has not blossomed for thousands of years, has finally come to his senses?

You won’t get the script of the cold tyrant’s crematorium and the innocent and tough Little Baihua, right?

He knew that the romance novels he had read over the years were not in vain!

**

At night, Su Xinji looked at the thick pile of information on his desk and frowned.

He just asked Secretary Wang to find out Zhou Kexin's information, but he didn't say that he would dig out all the eighteen generations of people's ancestors.

Opening the file with skeletal fingers, Su Xinji frowned when he saw the photo.

What he wants is information. Why does he want photos of Zhou Kexin's life?

After flipping through several pages in a row, Su Xinji even doubted whether his instructions during the day had caused the Wang Secret Society to misunderstand.

His face suddenly looked a little ugly, and the veins on his forehead were slightly swollen. It wasn't until the information at the back became normal that he gave up the idea of ​​changing to a secretary.

Zhou Kexin, 22 years old, born on July [-]th, is from Hongshan, Beijing, and was born in St. Mary's Hospital.

His parents were badly behaved and often quarreled.

In this environment, I still entered Qingbei University, majoring in computer science and minoring in economics.

Su Xinji summarized Zhou Kexin's 20 years of life into a few short sentences with one glance and ten lines.

He was silent.

Are there really any pure white people in the slums?

Or rather, beneath this taciturn appearance is her elaborate disguise.

Su Xinji looked at the photos on the homepage and fell into deep thought.

What is her purpose in approaching Fu Weiqi?

And why is Wanwan so afraid of her?

Su Xinji looked at it and suddenly felt that the girl in the photo looked inexplicably familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

The man loosened his tie with some irritation, slightly bent his knuckles, and tapped it lightly on the table, making a snapping sound.

The veins wrapped under the thin skin are prominent, with clear veins and full of vitality.

Suddenly, Su Xinji's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He seemed frightened by the speculation in his mind, and slammed the table and stood up.

Santa Maria Hospital!

July [-]th!

Isn't this the time and place where Wanwan was born?

Logically speaking, the two incomparable classes would never appear in the same hospital.

But when Su's mother received the photo from the mistress outside, she angrily wanted to find out from Su's father.

But who would have expected that I met a scoundrel grandma on the way. Not only did she not apologize for hitting someone, she even fell to the ground to blackmail them.

Su's mother was already so angry that Su's father might have a woman outside. With such a collision, her amniotic fluid broke.

And the grandma, who knew that she was not getting any benefit, took advantage of people to care about the pregnant woman and ran away.

Poor Su's mother looked at the amniotic fluid on the ground alone, her face was pale and she couldn't move.

Fortunately, if there are bad people in this world, there will also be good people.

They enthusiastically sent Su's mother directly to the nearest hospital, which was the Virgin Mary Hospital that was famous in the slums for its free treatment.

The time and place all matched, and Zhou Kexin had the same blood type as herself.

Su Xinji's heart was surging. He thought about a bold idea over and over in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, pacing around on the ground while twirling the jade ring.

But this is just his guess.

Su Xinji forcibly suppressed the thought that had just occurred to him, regaining his complicated thoughts and inner happiness, and his originally excited mood gradually calmed down.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment when not getting it.

Su Xinji stood still for a few seconds, then sat down again.

The man then picked up an unopened cigarette from the table.

His eyes habitually narrowed slightly when lighting a cigarette, and the sudden leap of light from the lighter made it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Su Xinji's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, he put it to his lips and took a deep breath.

His mouth was filled with billowing clouds of smoke, entangled between his lips, and finally dispersed.

He looked at the smoke, his eyes dark and deep, and dialed Secretary Wang's phone again.