Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

Qinghe didn't know what was wrong with him, but he could get so nervous just by sending a message.

Obviously, it was just a very ordinary text message.

She silently stared at the sign in front of the message bubble from blue to green, and the words "delivered" appeared in front of her eyes.

This country allows the flow of guns, so even if she makes this request, no one will find it strange-she is no longer a child.

Qinghe stared at the chat interface for a long while, but the other party hadn't replied to her yet.

Maybe I haven't had time to see it yet.she thinks.

A lot of thoughts piled on her heart, sometimes it made her breathless.

By coincidence, she clicked on the other person's profile picture, and then all the public information and previously posted news of this account popped up.

Staring at the empty dynamic column, Qinghe just smiled silently.

Maybe this is a human being, knowing that there is nothing, but still can't help but watch it over and over again.

The screen name only has one dot, no personalized signature, and the background of the circle of friends has not been changed, it has always been included in the system-it can't see his preferences at all.It's just that the business card shows that the other party's area is London, England, and I don't know if it's just written casually or he really lives there.

Qinghe turned off the phone screen, and was about to open the bathroom door to go out when the phone vibrated.

Oh!

She opened the chat interface again, and the other party actually replied to her——

I replied with a very simple ok.

Qinghe felt that he might not understand what she meant, so she replied in seconds, "I...I am not 21 years old this year."

Feeling ashamed to say this sentence, Qing He silently added a sentence in his heart, he is not yet 21 years old in this world.

Just sending a message was not enough, Qinghe decided to send another emoji to liven up the atmosphere.

It would be nice to use that kind of cute emoji.After all, every time I chatted with this guy before, he didn't know how to use emoticons at all, and his words were very short. Every time he commented on things, he was always unique and to the point. He never considered other people's feelings, and he was very vicious.

Qinghe could feel the indifference and arrogance through the network cable.

Then she sent a crying emoji over.

Qinghe actually wanted him to come up with an idea, after all, he looked very smart at the other end of the network cable.

Unexpectedly, he replied, [I have. 】

【The style you want? 】

Qinghe was overjoyed.

"Hmm... I want a small pistol, a miniature one is fine too, in short, one that is easy to hide on the body."

After this message was delivered, the other party didn't reply within a second. I don't know what the other party was thinking, but they were silent anyway.

Just when Qinghe thought the man would ask her why she wanted the small pistol, he replied the message.

【Where are you? 】

The other party seemed not interested in her private affairs, Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, to be honest, she hadn't figured out what to say if asked the reason.

"Oh... New York!" she replied.

[Which neighborhood? 】

"The Queen."

Qinghe clicked send, and then thought that he hadn't asked where he was yet. If he was really in England, wouldn't the two of them be far away?

But the other party's next message surprised her.

【Me too. 】

Uncharacteristically, the other party sent an extra message, [Let's meet, you decide the location. 】

... You must know that this guy usually sends a sentence in Qinghe, and he sends a sentence, and he never sends too much, which leads to the fact that the chat interface does not exceed five pages of information after we have known each other for so long.

"Oh, good," Qing He typed, and she thought of something in the next second, and asked again, "Isn't it written on your business card that you live in England——London, England?"

She was too embarrassed to spell the word London these days.

【Yes. 】

"Then why are you in New York?"

[Changed jobs. 】

Qinghe felt a little strange, did he directly change the country after changing jobs?She couldn't help asking, "Then can you tell me what your job is?"

The contact name at the top of the chat interface has changed to "The other party is typing...".

Then the person replied, [I don't know that you have changed your job of checking household registration. 】

It was followed by a cold [Impossible].

good boy...

Qinghe sent an angry emoji over, saying, "Stingy!"

This time he didn't love her anymore, but said, 【What are you doing in New York? 】

Oh man, Qinghe played hard to get, "I won't tell you."

The other party replied in a very puzzled manner.

Except for special people and his favorite part of solving cases, other people and things, no matter how dazzling and beautiful, are boring in his eyes, and naturally he can't arouse any curiosity.

Qinghe wanted to ask something else, "Then you mean that we want to face the base?"

[Mianji? 】

"It's good friends I met online meeting offline."

[We are good friends? 】

"Isn't that counted?" Qing He's eyes widened.

[Meeting is a must.Do you think the courier company will accept guns to deliver such dangerous goods? 】

[As for what you said... Mian Ji, our relationship is not enough to this level.Of course, I can't help you if you insist on thinking so. 】

Oh wow, I really don't know what to say.Qing and slander.

"Why are you typing so fast today?" She decided to change the subject.

[Voice to text. 】

Qinghe became interested.Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle, so why not tease him, "Are you so out of touch? Just make a voice call. I'll check whether your voice is good or not."

This time the other party did not reply to her for a long time.

Seeing that no new news came in for a long time, Qinghe felt very boring, that's it?

She opened the door of the bathroom and walked out. At this time, there was another call. Maybe there was an accident just now.

Seeing that she finally came out, the little boy stared at her with speechless eyes.

It was only then that Qinghe remembered that the big Buddha hadn't been sent away yet, but when he thought about how he helped her out just now, he immediately looked at the child a lot more pleasing to the eye.

Hey, don't tell me, he looks really cute, and he will definitely be a handsome guy when he grows up.

But Qinghe was not interested in children, so she restrained her expression.

Even so, I still heard the little boy say quietly, "So happy?"

"Why, can't I be happy?" After Qing He finished speaking, a new message just came in.

She opened it and was amused.

【Are you free? 】

*

Qinghe's injury was not a serious injury, so he was discharged from the hospital the next day.The doctor ordered rest.

"Are you sure you want to follow me?" Qing He asked uncertainly.

All I saw was the little boy nodding his head heavily.

The black-haired girl didn't answer, but frowned slightly, and pushed open the door of the ward.

Today's weather was unexpectedly clear, the golden sunlight shone through the window glass into the long corridor, covering Qinghe's bare skin, arousing a burst of warmth.

Qing He half-closed her eyes, the sudden sunlight made her a little uncomfortable - she really didn't know how to deal with this child.

Perhaps seeing what Qinghe was thinking, the little blond boy lowered his head, pinched a corner of his clothes, and said calmly, "You can leave me behind, it's okay... Anyway, I'm just a trouble."

His tone was very light, as if the protagonist in the words was not him, but another person who had nothing to do with him, that's why he could say giving up so indifferently.

Qinghe really felt that the man in front of him didn't look like a child at all. Qinghe suddenly thought of something. Could this child be the illegitimate child of someone she knew?

After all, his face still looked familiar.

The next second, the little boy raised his head again.He was really short, so he could only look up at Qinghe.Qinghe caught a glimpse of his light blue clear eyes that were wet, obviously he wasn't being coquettish, but there was an invisibly strong and endearing feeling.

This made it clear and the slightest thought in my heart was severely suppressed.

Someone seemed to be saying to her in her mind, "Do you have a conscience? The other party is just a helpless child!"

This kind of compassion made Qinghe unable to refuse him.

The black-haired girl sighed softly, "Okay, I just... reluctantly agreed to take you home."

"But—don't get me into trouble, you know!"

The little boy raised his mouth slightly and nodded, looking like a sunny boy.

However, when Qinghe looked away, the smile on his face quickly subsided, and a complicated expression flashed in his eyes.

"It's just what's your name, and how should I call you?" Qing He was thoughtful.

The little boy was in a daze, he hadn't figured out how to answer this question for a while.

It's just that Qinghe didn't pay attention to the strange look on his face, and suddenly thought of something, and smiled slyly, "Why don't I call you son? You call me sister, I call you son, we have different ways, how about it?"

The little boy refused without thinking, "Dream!"

Having been mentally prepared for this reaction, Qinghe whistled again and looked away.

After walking a few steps forward, while waiting for the elevator, the boy who had been silent all this time seemed to have made up his mind suddenly, and then said, "You can call me...Harris."

Qinghe's scattered thoughts suddenly stopped, and she turned to look at the little boy.

Harris, Harry...

Isn't there such a coincidence?

Doubts in her heart sprang up like mushrooms after a spring rain, and she stared at the other person's face carefully for a long while.

At first, I just thought it looked familiar, but now it really looks a bit like that guy Harry Osborn...

Not to mention the bad-hearted look, it was Harry himself.

blah blah blah-

This thought was thrown away by Qinghe.

How can it be?How old is Harry, and how old is this child, it's almost the same if he said it was his illegitimate child!And when I met this kid yesterday, Harry was there too...

But Harry looked like the kind of person who would have a five-year-old illegitimate child, no way?No, no, no, no?

Qinghe felt that he shouldn't think about it anymore, the more he thought about it, the more outrageous it became.

Forget it, this idea can be completely dispelled when I meet Harry.

As soon as he entered the elevator, an unfamiliar number called.

Qinghe quickly answered: "Hi, hello."

The signal in the elevator was not very good, so the voice on the other side was intermittent, and no one spoke at first, and Qinghe only heard the sound of flipping files.

"Hello?" Qing He spoke again.

The other side finally spoke, it was a young girl's voice, "Hello, I want to ask if Mr. Osborne is with you now?"

"No...what's the matter?" Qinghe recognized that the voice came from Harry's new secretary, Felicia, and she was even more puzzled.

"I haven't seen him since yesterday evening." Qing He added.

"Is that so?" Felicia said, "Sorry to bother you."

Before she hung up the phone, Qinghe asked, "What happened?"

"He didn't come to the company today, and there is no one at home." Felicia hesitated for a while, but said it out.