Knowing that he was not abandoned at the beginning, but was held wrong because of the same surname, even if he was as cold as Qin Qing, he could not help feeling.

The so-called landing and returning to the root, people naturally want to find their own roots and yearn for family affection and love.

Even without Oman's request, Qin Qing felt that she would go there one day.

"We will find it. As long as it exists, we will trace it." Feng Yan gave a positive answer. This is the most basic belief of a scout. Everything in the world has traces to follow. "Recently, my people will contact you to protect your safety there."

Hearing this, Qin Qing turned over and sat up from the bed. He restrained his smile and said, "Uncle Yue can protect my safety. Your people don't move for the time being. Good steel should be used on the blade. Seal Yan. Don't lose big for me."

Although the identity of the sniper camp in the southwest World War I is confidential, it will inevitably not arouse the vigilance of the gambling king. Now Feng Yan's people can't show up. Once exposed, it directly threatens the safety of Feng Yan's mother.

Feng Yue's last wish before she died is also for her mother.

Finally, Qin Qing tried to persuade people to stop. As soon as Qin Qing hung up the phone, she heard a knock at the door. She got up and opened it. She found that Yue Chengzhi looked strange outside the door.

"Uncle Yue, is something wrong?" she wondered.

"Well... Lao Zhao asked me to tell you that Zhao Tiancheng has sent the information of Sacred Heart Hospital. He is looking for the list of pregnant women 18 years ago." Yue Chengzhi said and gave way, as if he had expected the girl to go there in person.

"OK." Qin Qing's whole mind was really attracted. She turned right and walked a little faster than usual.

Yue Chengzhi followed her and kept looking at her dignified and cool back. He kept thinking of the soft words like coaxing children he heard outside the door. For a moment, the contrast was too great, which made him very entangled in the multifaceted nature of girls.

In the independent study of the Zhao family, Zhao Yin is concentrating in front of the computer to find the list of more than ten years ago. Due to the age, many of them are scanned in paper, and some of the handwriting has been illegible.

"I found the information that Mrs. Qin Jin was hospitalized for production at that time, but there was no second Qin surname in the consent for labor on the same day." after looking through the information for half a year, Zhao Yin didn't find the same Qin surname, and even the signature of her family didn't appear.

Qin Qing thought of the handkerchief embroidered with Qin characters, frowned and mused: "could it be that the pseudonym was used. The newborn baby was placed in a heat preservation room. It should be that the mother was also in labor recently. Check the blood type. I'm AB blood."

The biggest coincidence was that the Qin and Jin Dynasties were also AB blood, which led to the dislocation of her life for 17 years.

But in the end, the results deleted from the computer showed that there were no qualified pregnant women.

No,

Qin Qing sat alone in the backlight, and the shadow pulled away on the floor was silent, making people unable to see what expression that face was.

"Will it be a senior customer secretly arranged, such as the governor's wife?" Yue Chengzhi was also a parent. He couldn't bear it for a moment, so he said, "you must have missed it. Maybe Zhao Tiancheng didn't give all the information."

Speaking of this, before Zhao Yin responded, Qin Qing on the sofa stood up, pursed her lips and said, "I'll come."

He had studied in Nanxu for a while before, and he was already very skilled in basic operation. Qin Qing almost never forgot to engrave a large number of list photos into his mind, but it was the same as the previous conclusion.

Another surname, Qin, disappeared or did not exist at all.

"Don't be discouraged, go to the hospital tomorrow." Zhao Yin brought a cup of hot cocoa and gave it a pertinent consolation.

"Well, thank you." Qin Qing nodded. While clicking other materials with the mouse, he was going to reach for the cup.

Just then, the movement of her fingers stopped in midair in vain, and she suddenly saw a name on a visitor list.

Zhou Yunfei.

The first time she heard the name was in Feng Yan's grandfather's house. The old photos next to the shelf showed Feng Yan's mother, a beaming short haired girl.

"My mother was sent away in the midsummer of August 18 years ago. The weather was very hot. Xiaoyue was crying all the time. I held her and chased her to the gate. Both of them were hit by the heat. It was the heat of summer and our last memory of our mother."

The prelude to the bedtime story is still in my ears, and those mottled old memories belonging to men suddenly become strange. Because his crazy mother appeared in the Sacred Heart Hospital in Macao a month after she disappeared, just before and after her birth.

She as like as two peas in the paper signature.

Is all this a coincidence or

With a clang, the glass was inadvertently swept down on the ground by her, and the aroma of hot cocoa dispersed and soaked the white marble floor.

"What's the matter? Is it hot?" Zhao Yin quickly took her hand and bent down to pick up the glass. When she found that her fingertips were cold, she looked a meal and slowed down her tone. "Go and have a rest first. Don't think too much."

No matter how powerful the girl in front of her is, she is only an 18-year-old child after all. She has no power to parry in the face of family affection.

Qin Qing didn't mean to explain more. After taking away the information and going out, she found that there was a layer of fine sweat on her palm. Her intuition told her that if she continued to study this matter, it would be a huge vortex.

And she is jumping in step by step.

The next day, he left for Shengxin hospital. Zhao Tiancheng, a young master, rarely got up early in the morning and was willing to be a driver. Along the way, he explained the scenery of Macao to girls, which was more warm and friendly than the guide.

"Yesterday, I asked someone to arrange the staff who had worked in the hospital for more than 18 years to gather in the conference room, and gave them the information in advance, which can save some time later." Zhao Tiancheng took the three to the conference hall on the third floor. Along the way, many doctors and nurses saw the arrogant owner Baba currying favor with an ordinary girl. The picture was very strange.

In this regard, Qin Qing naturally expressed his gratitude. "If today goes well, I will teach Zhao Er less tricks to see things when I am free."

Hearing the speech, Zhao Tiancheng was overjoyed. He immediately heated up and cut a few points. He pushed open the door of the conference room and went in. "I explained everything last night. If there are clues, I'll say it quickly. There's another raise with reasonable grounds."

Material is always the only way to satisfy people's hearts.

As soon as the voice fell, the head surged in an instant. Everyone grabbed a handful of data and came up with it. They wanted to seize the cash tree in front of them.

"I, I have a clue. One rainy night eighteen years ago, a pregnant woman was sent to the hospital. She was covered with blood. I heard that her man's surname was Qin."