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The mail was sent to Zhou Qin's public work mailbox. Because of work, Zhou Qin has the habit of checking emails before going to bed every night.

At the beginning, she saw this email from a strange mailbox named "Happy New Year". Zhou Qin was only a blessing from a student.

Unexpectedly, there was no payment in the body of the email, only a sentence "Mr. Zhou, send your New Year's gift, please check", the email carries a mysterious attachment. Without much thought, Zhou Qin downloaded the attachment and opened the photo with curiosity with a smile.

The next moment, her smile suddenly froze on her face, and her blood seemed to cool down in an instant, her face gradually pale.

There are only a few photos in the attachment. The first photo was taken at night. The pixels were terrible and very blurry. It could only be vaguely discerned that the location was at the door of Jingnan University. The photo was taken from an oblique front of the car. You can see the silhouette of two long-haired women sitting in a white car. One of the women sitting in the driver's seat sideways approached the woman in the front passenger seat. Face close to face, as if kissing intimately. The pixels are too blurred, Zhou Qin can't see her face at all, but she can see the license plate number clearly.

Intersect for many years, familiar with the heart-Xiao Wanqing's car.

If the woman in the driver's seat is Xiao Wanqing, then the woman who was kissed on the side... who is it?

Zhou Qin's heart was shaking, and he dare not deceive himself.

The second and third photos have clear pixels and beautiful scenery, and they were taken on the riverside. One is two women with long fluttering hair sitting side by side on the embankment. The two each made a semicircle on their heads, forming a love. The other picture is still the two women, walking with their fingers intertwined in the narrow alley. The young girl tilted her head to look at the slender woman beside her, revealing delicate and soft side lines, affectionate models .

Just looking at the hair color, only the figure, his daughter, and his friends for nearly two decades, how could Zhou Qin not recognize it as their back. The last two photos looked like they were taken during the National Day holiday together.

If you only look at the next two photos, even if Zhou Qin feels that the emotions revealed by Lin Xian in the third photo are a little too gentle and the atmosphere is a little too ambiguous, she will definitely not think about it in other ways. But with the first photo, Zhou Qin had to think more.

Maybe the first picture is just a matter of angle? Zhou Qin struggled to resolve himself.

But in her mind, she gradually began to see the past, Lin Xian's unusual gentleness every time she talked about Xiao Wanqing, remembering the extraordinary intimate interaction between Lin Xian and Xiao Wanqing, and remembering what she found in Xiao Yunqing's family The paired items reminded me of Lin Xian's sudden change of heart and his determination to refuse to go abroad, mysteriously making phone calls at home, and several times trying to test her situation about not getting married or being gay...

Past scenes are connected in series to piece together a shocking answer. Why did Xiao Wanqing fall down with her parents and why have she never heard her talk about her love life in these years? The doubts that were faintly pressed into my heart for years seemed to be suddenly explained.

Zhou Qin's heart sank to the bottom, and the fingertips holding the mouse were trembling. The doubts and anxieties in his heart were like a blown balloon, and the more he swelled, the more he exploded.

No, it's impossible. Zhou Qin stared at the photo on the screen, clenching his teeth tightly, a little bit out of breath. Even if Xiao Wanqing is homosexual, her nature and humanity are impossible and should not be started with envy! Xian Xian is only a few years old. Xian Xian is her niece. She trusts her like that and hands Lin Xian into her hands. She can't treat her like that.

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