She is the palm of the third master

A few hundred meters away, Qin Mian stopped.

Kneeling down to touch the footprints in the snow, her face was sullen, and this side was already the main road.

There are no cars outside.

And 2000 meters away, there are red taillights flashing.

Before she could see clearly, the taillights of the car gradually disappeared.

She waited and waited, but no cars appeared in this lane again. She was sure that this lane was for private use, otherwise there should be no cars passing by.

How high is the status of a person who can own a private driveway?
Qin Mian couldn't figure it out, and was about to turn around and leave when she narrowed her eyes and looked to the right.

In the snow, a light shines brightly.

Under the moonlight, her heart was colder than snow, and her whole body was a little stiff.

She walked over, squatted down, picked up the thing from the snow, put it in her palm and looked at it carefully.

For a moment, she squeezed her palm hard, almost smashing the thing into pieces.

……

Qin Mian walked back, and when he arrived outside the pavilion, Mr. Jun was still there, and Shi Yi was also guarding the entrance of the pavilion. The atmosphere between the master and the servant was stiff.

Especially Mr. Jun, his face is not good-looking.

Eleven seemed to be insisting, kneeling straight on the steps, as if he would not get up unless Mr. Jun agreed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Mr. Jun opened his eyes, pulled the blanket on his body and said, "Miss Qin, I said, you can't catch up, why don't you obey me?"

Qin Mian crossed Eleven and went directly to sit opposite Mr. Jun.

There was a gust of cold wind.

"Cough-cough-"

There is floor heating in the pavilion, but it can ventilate everywhere. There are no walls, so no matter how warm it is, it will be cold if a cold wind blows over.

Mr. Jun coughed softly, his face was extremely pale, he squinted his eyes and said: "Miss Qin, why do you bother me like this, I am the one who is going to step into the coffin."

"I tormented you?" Qin Mian teased, stared at Mr. Jun for a while and said, "I never tormented you, Mr. Jun, you knew who the other party was but didn't tell me."

"Want to play a game of cat and mouse? Huh?" Qin Mian raised his voice at the end, as if he had lost his patience.

Mr. Jun sighed.

The eyes staring at Qin Mian were cloudy, as if she was looking at Qingqing: "Your mother also said this to me before, and the words and tone are almost exactly the same."

Qin Mian leaned on the chair, with her long legs in the snow, and said with a sneer, "That's really a coincidence, as expected, my mother and I have the same idea."

Before finishing speaking, she paused and looked at Mr. Jun sarcastically.

That appearance, very much like Qingqing.

For a moment, Mr. Jun thought that he had returned to that snowy night back then.

His fingers trembled, and he squeezed the blanket tightly. It took a lot of effort to regain his senses: "Miss Qin, what are you thinking?"

Qin Mian narrowed her eyes.

Seeing that Mr. Jun has already taken the bait, he couldn't help pursing his lips.

He rolled up a snowball with his hand, raised his hand and slammed it not far away, saying: "Mr. Jun, do you want to know my thoughts, or my mother's? You don't need to use me if you don't speak dark words."

boom!
The snowball sank into the ground, and a black circular hole appeared.

Just like the human heart.

The deeper it goes, the deeper it gets, and it's almost impossible to see the thoughts inside.

Mr. Jun was obviously stunned, lost in his own world, unable to recover.

Yeah, who exactly does he want to know?

Mr. Jun closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, put his hand on his lips and said, "Miss Qin, I might want to know about your mother, but I'm sorry for her."

Qin Mian had already guessed this point.

It's just that I didn't specifically mention it. I didn't expect Mr. Jun to speak out first.

A little unexpected.

Mr. Jun looked at the sky, it was so gray that the sky could not be seen, it seemed that it was still snowing.

The lights in the pavilion flickered.

It seems, like the human mind, obscure and difficult to understand.

Qin Mian looked at Mr. Jun, and tapped her fingers on the table, with snow on her fingertips, which was icy cold and refreshing.

"You hurt her?"

Mr. Jun laughed, holding the teacup on the table, which was extremely hot.

Some water stains spilled on the outside.

When it touched the back of his hand, Mr. Jun didn't feel it was hot, or even felt nothing.

He said lightly: "It can't be hurt, Miss Qin, don't inquire about the matter between me and your mother, this is not something you, a child, can listen to, hehe—"

He only heard him chuckle, but Qin Mian couldn't detect the smile in his tone.

With incomparably cold.

Qin Mian pursed her lips and said, "Because of this incident, she left you?"

"No, maybe because of many things, I'm not good enough for her. Miss Qin, your mother is very good, as bright as the moon between the clouds, and I'm just the dust under her feet."

Mr. Jun took a sip of tea.

The smell of blood in his throat seemed to be relieved.

He coughed softly: "If I could do it all over again, I still wouldn't be with her. How can stars and dust meet?"

He was so filthy that he didn't deserve to stand in front of Qingqing.

Mr. Jun coughed, looked at Qin Mian and continued: "You are Qingqing's child, I don't want you to have an accident, do you understand what I mean, so you'd better stop messing around now, that person is not you Easily shaken!"

"How can I believe you? You say you like my mother, but every word of yours reveals that you have betrayed my mother. How can I be sure that you will not betray me in the end?"

Qin Mian paused.

Every word and every word is stabbing Mr. Jun's chest with a knife.

She has nothing to do with Mr. Jun, and she doesn't have to worry about her words.

Of course it's how it goes smoothly.

Mr. Jun is unpredictable for her, she is not so easy to trust an outsider: "Mr. Jun, if people easily trust someone, they will die easily."

Putting it on her, being able to do this kind of thing is equivalent to giving someone else's life.

And she never does.

Except Xie Yuan.

Qin Mian pursed her lips, stood up from the chair and said, "Since that person is no longer here, I should go too. Mr. Jun, let's meet again. Next time we meet, I hope you can still talk to me like this."

Mr. Jun just stared at Qin Mian's back.

Painful face.

There was a complex look in his eyes, he wanted to keep Qin Mian, but he couldn't.

Just like Qingqing back then, he didn't keep Qingqing, and watched Qingqing die.

Mr. Jun opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

The stuffiness in his chest can't be expressed no matter what, it can't go up or down, which makes people feel panicked.

Finally, he waved his hand and said, "Miss Qin, I don't want you to follow in Qingqing's footsteps. I won't let you mess around. You are her only blood in the world."

Qin Mian paused on the steps.

Eleven knelt on the spot and remained motionless, as if atoning for letting her in.

Qin Mian smiled.

Turning his head to look at Mr. Jun, he said with a slight smile, "Mr. Jun, you can't even fulfill the only condition that prevents me from messing around."

Mr. Jun didn't understand, and asked in confusion, "What?"

The corner of Qin Mian's mouth twitched.

There is a fascinating smile on it, cold and numb: "Alive, your body will die in less than two months. What qualifications do you have to stop me? Mr. Jun, don't you think so?"