C4 She Is More than a Proud Daughter of Heaven

Qin Jiujiu took it politely and smiled. "Hello, Uncle Jinrong!"

In the air, waves of stifled laughter instantly rang out.

Jin Rong raised his hand and pressed his temple again, but didn't say anything.

Qin Jiujiu drank some hot water, sighed comfortably, and casually asked, "I'm surnamed Qin, the Qin Doukou he mentioned earlier is also surnamed Qin, what does it have to do with me?"

"Qin Doukou is Mayor Qin's only daughter. Mayor Qin's name is Qin Shusheng and is your eldest uncle; the one in charge of the economic lifeline of the Qin Family is your father, Qin Mosheng. He is the chairman of the Huisheng Group's chairman and you are also his only daughter. To be specific, it would be better for you to go back and ask your father. "

Jin Rong stopped right there.

After all, the specific battle between the Wealthy Class and the Wealthy Class was a family matter. He was entrusted with the task of being loyal to others, so it was fine for him to bring her back.

Everything else had nothing to do with him.

Qin Jiujiu sneered in her heart. She was born in the Wealthy Class so how could she not know about Qin Doukou?

Since Qin Doukou was the only child in the Qin Family, it was publicly accepted that Qin Doukou was the successor to the Huisheng Group. Adding to that, she had the father of the mayor of a provincial capital, Qin Doukou, who was more than just a proud daughter of heaven?

Didn't Gu Xihong ask for a divorce just to get on Qin Doukou's branch?

She was foolish enough to think of using her two year old son to save his heart, but Qin Doukou tricked her into the car with her son. Just as she stepped on the gas pedal, the car exploded.

Qin Jiujiu's eyes turned even redder.

Thinking of her two year old son's tender and soft hands, and her soft and silky body, her tears fell endlessly.

He lowered his head and clenched his fists. His back stubbornly stood straight.

After the accident, when she woke up, she became Qin Congcong.

She lied in the New York's ward for a long time. The teachers and students came to visit her, and the orphanage also called to inquire about her condition.

She was frightened about her rebirth, and she could not accept the fact that she had lost her son.

She had checked that the day she and her son had been killed by the explosion was the same day Qin Congcong had fallen to the ground.

Thus, this was how she lost her memories.

Because she could not remember what the real Qin Congcong had experienced, because she had to endure it patiently and then become strong. She could not let down the chance that the heavens had given her to be reborn.

Jin Rong looked at the little girl crying with her head down.

He felt that this girl's reflex arc was a little too long.

He took out a light brown handkerchief and handed it to her, but she did not look up from her tears.

He got up and sat beside her, pushing the handkerchief into his hand, but she grabbed him by the collar and buried her face in his chest.

He was crying silently just a moment ago, but now, he was like a river that had its brakes turned on. With a wail, he started to cry loudly.

He cried like a child, tears and snot all over his expensive custom-made clothes.

Like a little dog.

Jin Rong chuckled.

He did not know how much she had suffered. He only thought that she was a little girl who had wandered around for too long and had finally found her home.

When Qin Jiujiu calmed down a little, she realized that she was in Young Master Rong's arms.

Embarrassed, she stepped back a bit and said, "Sorry, your clothes …"

He didn't finish his words.

It was because she had been crying for too long. Her nose was blocked, and a big snot bubble had appeared out of nowhere!