The national school idol is a girl

Under the dim light of the mobile phone.

A corner of the archives was illuminated.

The name is on the left and the gender is on the right.

A very ordinary birth file.

But the word "female", which was not very big, was reflected directly in Qin Mo's eyes!

Stirred up that pool of eye water!

The guy who never understood what peace was.

The guy who always likes to brag about how handsome he is.

The guy who fights harder than men.

The guy who wanted to compete with him in the first meeting.

That guy who was always dangling in front of him for no good reason and made him bend.

Is it...a woman?

Boom!

Thunder flashed across the sky!

The car window reflected Qin Mo's handsome face with sharp edges, heavy eyebrows and a high bridge of nose. At this moment, even his mixed-race facial features couldn't hide the shock!

No, not so much shocked.

It would be better to say that I don't know how to describe his expression at this time.

His first reaction was to turn over the information, then lift it up, looking at the special forces.

The special forces have never seen the young master like this.

In his impression, the young master was always at ease and careless, like a god walking in the fire of hell. No matter how the surrounding environment changed, it remained the same.

But this time.

The young master obviously had a change in mood.

And it’s still a big emotional change.

"Is there something wrong with the data?" This is the only possibility that the special forces soldier can think of.

Qin Mo's deep eyes darkened, and the impact from deep in his chest made him tighten his fingers: "No, no problem."

Obviously, the young master's mood has been adjusted.

But what kind of information is this that can make the young master do this?

The special forces soldiers were inevitably curious and stretched their necks to take a look.

Qin Mo clasped his hands and turned the information downwards. His profile was noble and his eyes were indifferent, but there was an inherent sense of oppression.

The special soldier froze, and then immediately retracted his neck.

I'm afraid that the young master will be unhappy and break it again.

"Who else has read this file besides me?" Qin Mo's deep voice always gives people a different texture when mixed in the dripping rain.

The special soldier sat up straight: "The report, in accordance with the mission requirements, is completely confidential. No one has read it except the young master."

Qin Mo was obviously listening a little absent-mindedly, but he still tried his best to maintain basic thinking. His slender fingers slid over a word in the information, and his eyes became darker: "Go ahead and don't let anyone know that anyone has investigated He Honghua's information." Regarding the details of the birth, you can make a new file and send it back according to the hospital's specifications. "

"Make a new copy and put it back?" The special soldier turned the steering wheel: "But I haven't seen the copy the young master has yet, and I don't know what the content will be..."

When Qin Mo heard this, he raised his eyes and said slowly and calmly: "Now you even want me to teach you how to make fakes?"

"Hey." The special soldier laughed: "You can still fake things, it mainly depends on what effect the young master wants to achieve."

Qin Mo folded the information and said in a low voice: "No need for any effect, just fill in the gender as male."

It's that simple?

The special forces soldier was confused, what kind of fraud was this?

The young master came down in person to give him such a small order?

The resounding special forces soldier felt like a logistician at this time.

"Also." Qin Mo looked at the rain outside the car window with a slight chill in his mouth: "Let's check to see if anyone has applied for a phone card with unknown destination in the past three months."