She is the palm of the third master

If so.

Even if she told Anmo, he would not believe it.

As a bystander, she could only tell An Mo that Tianyou really didn't have that consideration.

"Sister Mian, thank you."

"You don't have to thank me in a hurry, An Mo may not just listen to me." Qin Mian smiled, she was not familiar with An Mo.

The friendship between the two still depends on Tianzhu and Tianyou.

Tianyou stretched out his hand to hold Qin Mian's wrist, shook it and said, "No way, he must listen to you, you are an irreplaceable existence in our hearts."

Qin Mian didn't speak.

He only stretched out his hand and flicked Tianyou's forehead twice.

Tianyou pretended to be in pain, covered her head and cried out in pain, "Sister Mian, it hurts!"

"Get in the car." Qin Mian threw a helmet to Tianyou, the two got into the car, Tianyou reached out and hugged Qin Mian's waist.

The corners of the mouth curled up involuntarily.

See it.

What's so good about a man, it's not as good as Sister Mian who can give her a sense of security, soft and fragrant!
The motorcycle galloped past and arrived at the meeting place with Mr. Jun.

The door was guarded by Mr. Jun's bodyguards. After seeing Qin Mian, he still stretched out his hand to block Tianyou at the door. Tianyou naturally understood and waited outside in an orderly manner.

Mr. Jun sat on the sofa, holding a silky silk in his hand.

He pressed it to his lips.

Covering up her pale expression: "Miss Qin, you came to see me today, what do you want to say?"

Qin Mian sat down on the sofa.

The meeting time of the two was made this morning. Mr. Jun seemed to be very free, so she called to make an appointment with him, and didn't say anything else.

She took out the jade pendant and Su Ling's painting from her backpack.

on the table.

"Mr. Jun, take a look."

"Whoa-"

Before Mr. Jun could make a move, the bodyguard hiding in the dark stepped forward, opened the painting, checked it carefully, and then spread it out in front of Mr. Jun.

Surprise flashed in the bodyguard's eyes.

and a look of panic.

Even though these expressions were fleeting, Qin Mian still saw them. She looked away without moving, as if she didn't see anything.

Draw, even the bodyguards are surprised?

Then the people here must be known by Mr. Jun and the others!
Qin Mian leaned back on the sofa, and said casually, "Mr. Jun, do you know the person in the painting?"

"know."

Mr. Jun glanced over the painting. Even though his voice was steady, Qin Mian could hear that his breathing was getting heavier.

Are you nervous?
why?
"I don't know where Miss Qin got this painting. It's very good and vivid, as if she is really in front of me. Can I buy it?"

"This is just a printout, the original painting is not with me."

Su Ling refused to give it and regarded it as a treasure.

She also doesn't take favors.

This painting is just a print out of a mobile phone, because the mobile phone is a special relationship, the clarity is almost the same as the original painting.

It is understandable that Mr. Jun was nervous for a while and did not distinguish.

"Who is the original artist?" Mr. Jun was a little excited, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Qin Mian.

The joy in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

"Mr. Jun should know him too." Qin Mian said every word, neither humble nor overbearing, "His painting was sold at your auction, you should not have forgotten it."

"Su Ling?"

Mr. Jun was puzzled and a little surprised: "It turned out to be him, then this painting..."

Suddenly, Mr. Jun suppressed the restlessness in his heart and regained his composure: "So it's not her, Miss Qin, you can take it away, I don't need this."

What do you mean it's not her?
Qin Mian's expression was inexplicable, trying not to look so surprised.

"Mr. Jun, you haven't told me who is in this painting yet."

"Miss Qin." Mr. Jun wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and his eyes returned to look lonely, "Although I don't know who you are looking for, I can guess."

"The person you are looking for is not the person in the painting..."

Qin Mian glanced at Mr. Jun.

After that, he rolled up the picture scroll, but he didn't take the jade pendant.

"Return the jade pendant to its original owner, and Mr. Jun will keep it."

Mr. Jun raised his eyes, did not touch the jade pendant, and said in a calm voice, "Didn't Ms. Qin say that this jade pendant belongs to you? Why are you giving it back to me now?"

"It wasn't the piece I lost." Qin Mian looked sideways without moving, "Of course I wouldn't take something that wasn't mine, Mr. Jun, you should be the same kind of person."

"Mr. Jun, what is your connection with Xuezhou?"

"Cough-cough-"

Mr. Jun coughed twice, sighed softly, and said, "Young man, don't be so eager for quick success. You are really defenseless when you say such things to me."

"Because I don't think Mr. Jun is a bad person." Qin Mian felt that he should be on her side.

Even though, she still doesn't know the exact identity of Mr. Jun.

But that feeling comes from the bottom of my heart.

Very inexplicable.

But very real.

Mr. Jun's eyes trembled slightly, he opened his mouth, and handed over the jade pendant: "Miss Qin, please take this jade pendant, I still need to confirm some things, and I will come to you after the confirmation."

"how long?"

"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Qin Mian stood up, but the jade pendant was not taken away after all.

She left the room, and it was quiet again.

From time to time, Mr. Jun coughed, and the bodyguard handed over the pills, brought another glass of water and said, "Sir, it's time to take your medicine."

Mr. Jun took the medicine obediently.

The white hair on his head reflected light because of the refraction of the sun.

The bodyguard's eyes trembled, and he said nonchalantly: "Sir, you shouldn't care about this matter, your body has long since deteriorated, why bother?"

"She might be..."

"Sir!" The bodyguard raised his voice and said coldly, "If she is, then what is the identity of that person? Don't you know enough about yourself?"

Mr. Jun's arm trembled.

The shoulders trembled.

Yes, if Qin Mian is, then who is that person?
He pushed that person up with his own hands, is it possible that he should pull him down with his own hands again?

Seeing his silence, the bodyguard thought that he had figured it out and let go of this matter, and said in a low voice: "Sir, you should enjoy your old age now, and you don't need to worry about those things."

"is it?"

Mr. Jun opened his eyelids, looked at him coldly, and finally said: "If it's really what I think, then everything is my fault, and I will bring this matter back to the right track."

"Sir, you are not wrong, things are never decided by you alone!"

Mr. Jun's face was tense, and even more cold: "Nineteen, don't be childish, or don't stay by my side."

Bodyguard Nineteen was taken aback again.

Normally Mr. Li Jun would not let him leave no matter how angry he was, but now he said it so easily.

All because of Qin Mian's arrival.

And that painting...

It was also because of that woman, Nineteen gritted his teeth, swallowing back the hatred forcefully: "Yes! Nineteen is wrong, don't blame me, sir!"

"Go down."

Nineteen honestly withdrew and didn't say anything else.

He closed the door, and then took a deep look at Qin Mian's leaving back, and clenched his fingers tightly.