She is the palm of the third master

Qin Mian didn't understand.

I don't understand why Shen Chuyun's feelings are so strong.

From the beginning to the end, she never showed that she liked him, didn't she?

What had gone wrong, or had she done something wrong?

This caused Shen Chuyun to misunderstand—she sighed, stared at him and said, "Since you haven't done it, just pretend I didn't ask. I'll go first, see you next time."

Shen Chuyun watched Qin Mian leave, her hands clenched into fists.

He stood in the corridor for a long time, and did not enter the ward until he came back to his senses. In the ward, Patriarch Shen was still not asleep, and only half-closed his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and smiled at Shen Chuyun. There was no kindness in that smile, only endless coldness: "You're here, did you get the answer you wanted?"

Shen Chuyun looked at Patriarch Shen like this, and felt that he was the one being ridiculed.

My heart hurts badly.

Coupled with Qin Mian's attitude towards him, his superficial gentleness could no longer be maintained: "Father, even if I don't get it, I'm younger than you, and I still have a lot of time to keep fighting for it, but Your time is running out."

"Maybe you will die tomorrow or tonight. If you want to laugh at me, why not change to a younger body, otherwise you are not qualified."

"laugh--"

The corner of Master Shen's mouth curled up coldly, full of sarcasm: "Qin Mian doesn't love you, even if you insist on it for the rest of your life, you will end up like this, and when she finds out what you did to her, she might kill you with her own hands. "

"What did I do to her?" Shen Chuyun dimmed his eyes suddenly, and thoughtfully said: "No matter what I do, I still love her, adoptive father, you also like others, you should understand."

"Oh, I forgot that you killed your favorite woman with your own hands. A person like you must not know what it's like to be in love. Even if I tell you, you don't understand, adoptive father, you are so pathetic."

The corner of Master Shen's mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to speak, but only pain and bitterness remained.

He turned his head and didn't look at Shen Chuyun again, but said in a cold voice: "Chuyun, I said those words for your own good. If you persist in your obsession, sooner or later you will enter the same situation as me."

"Father, don't worry, I won't come to the point where I am like you, because I will never lay hands on her. I am not as cold-blooded as you, who will do anything for status."

Thinking of Patriarch Shen's ruthless methods back then, Shen Chuyun had no choice but to express his admiration.

Over the years, he has never seen a man as determined as Patriarch Shen, and even personally sent his beloved on the road.

In fact, everyone in the Shen family knew about this matter, but because of the identity of the head of the Shen family, no one dared to discuss it publicly, but no one said that it did not mean that such a thing did not exist.

When Patriarch Shen heard what he said, he felt a thorn in his heart.

I can't pull it out no matter what.

But these are facts, and he has no way to ignore them: "Chuyun, you won't understand me, at least not now, and you will judge me when you do these things in the future."

"I don't understand, adoptive father, when you killed her, did you ever think that you would live in regret all your life?"

Patriarch Shen suddenly opened his eyes, glared at Shen Chuyun and said, "I have never regretted it, even if I do it all over again, I will do it again, Chuyun, Qin Mian won't like you, you'd better stop insisting."

"Oh, if you're not her, how can you understand my relationship with her?"

Patriarch Shen saw that Shen Chuyun didn't listen to the advice, so he simply shut up and didn't speak.

Pulling the quilt and lying down, he murmured: "I won't live long, and I can't take care of so many things about you, Chu Yun, I only hope that you will take the Shen family farther and farther in the future."

Shen Chuyun stared at his back, suddenly stunned for a while.

This late old man, he obviously respects him very much, since when did he only have power in his eyes?

"Father, have you ever regretted it?"

"No."

Shen Chuyun didn't believe it. Patriarch Shen killed that woman himself, how could he not regret it: "I don't believe it."

Logically speaking, Patriarch Shen should not be able to sleep at night without knowing the taste!
"I know you don't believe it, so why do you ask?"

Patriarch Shen laughed out loud, his voice was scary, Shen Chuyun didn't know what he was laughing at, so he was very anxious, and said directly: "Don't laugh!"

"Chuyun, let go of your obsession, or you will take my step."

"I do not know!"

Absolutely not!

Patriarch Shen stopped talking, turned around and looked out the window, she was so sure back then, but then...

With Shen Chuyun's appearance, it was obvious that he was going to follow in his footsteps.

After hearing no one speak for a long time, Shen Chuyun turned around and left. He closed the door, looked at the assistant and said, "Go and advance things, we can't delay any longer."

"Patriarch, the old man is still here, those people will definitely not agree to what you do."

Such a big family is certainly not as simple as it appears on the surface.

Ever since Patriarch Shen was lingering on the sick bed, I don't know how many forces came to spy on him, just to pull Shen Chuyun off his horse, if it wasn't for Shen Chuyun's outstanding ability.

I'm afraid I can't stand the suppression of those people for a long time!

Shen Chuyun was silent for a while, then clenched his hands and said, "Are you listening to me, or to the old man?"

"I'm going to do it!"

Shen Chuyun waved his hand, didn't speak any more, just walked quickly on the road outside: "Qin Mian, wait for me, don't walk too fast, Xie Yuan is not suitable for you, I am the one who is most suitable for you."

……

Qin Mian, who was walking on the road, suddenly shivered. She covered her arms with both hands, feeling a little cold.

Even the down jacket outside couldn't reduce her chill.

She frowned. She didn't know what was going on. An old man with roasted sweet potatoes walked by her. After thinking about it, she went over and bought one to relieve the coldness on her body.

Qin Mian sat on the chair for a long time, and she didn't stand up until she had eaten all the roasted sweet potatoes.

"Miss, this painting is for you."

Suddenly, a boy took a step forward and handed over the sketch in his hand shyly: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back when I saw you sitting here just now."

Painters often like to capture beautiful things, and naturally they dare not miss the thrillingly beautiful characters.

So before Qin Mian could react, the boy had already painted the portrait and sent it over.

Qin Mian wiped off the gray stains on his hands with a wet towel, then took the sketch, stared at it for a while, and said, "Thank you—"

"Miss, you're welcome, I'm being reckless." The boy laughed out loud, baring his canine teeth.

Qin Mian was dazzled, this boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, he was full of childishness, he should have just entered university.

The boy bowed again and said, "Miss, I have actually seen you."

"Meet me?" Qin Mian was a little more curious, she had no memory of this boy.

She has always had a good memory. If she has seen or known someone and spoken to her, she will definitely not forget it.

The boy took out the picture album in his backpack, and took a few more paintings from it. This time they were not sketches, but vivid ones with colors.

Qin Mian pursed her thin lips: "Are you at that banquet?"

The picture above is clearly from the last banquet. If the boy was there, why didn't he come forward to say hello to her.

It's a weird kid.