Chapter 214

There is a small ornament in the box.

It's made by hand.

As like as two peas, I haven't seen anything like that in the market.

I was amazed at the exquisite workmanship.

Don't say it's the people around you.

They all exclaimed, but their exclamation seemed different from my focus.

"Isn't this the one who was fired to the sky high price some time ago? I only saw it once and haven't seen it since."

"Can't it be an imitation?"

The people around me talked a lot.

I frown, but I don't like the discussion around me.

From the beginning of my apprenticeship, these discussions have never stopped.

Not because of the master's problem, but because of me.

As long as I stayed with Qin Langjun, I received much attention and criticism.

After all, the higher you stand, the more you bear. I know this very well, but I don't want to involve more people around you.

But unexpectedly, no matter how careful you are, what should be involved is still involved.

I don't know who led the discussion around me off the topic.

I was still feeling about the gift in my hand, and then came the personal attack.

The words are almost the same. It's just that the attack is an imitation. What's more, it's said that my master stole it and his hands and feet are not clean.

The one who said this ugly thing was the gangster who just confronted me.

In the crowd, he still looked at me with a sneer.

Full of malice.

Perhaps she vented her own unhappiness and her bad mood after losing the election.

I don't know who gave her such a big face.

When I was not so familiar with her, she began to guess people with the greatest malice. It seemed that she couldn't see the good of others at all.

Malicious, inexplicable.

"Will you tell the true from the false, or did you see it stolen with your own eyes?"

I raised my chin, looked at the bar spirit and said sarcastically.

Originally, I was just hanging her out when she didn't exist, but I couldn't bear it anymore.

This palm is about to be thrown into my face. What else do I need to tolerate?

"Originally, otherwise you said where it came from. Haven't you heard others say that you've seen this before."

She still refused to admit defeat and said with her neck stuck.

His face is more ugly than just now.

The bottom of my eyes sank for a few minutes. Looking at her mouth that kept spitting evil words, I couldn't help but want to slap her in the past.

But the palm was pinched a few times.

"True or false, can't be decided by others saying a few words."

Qin Langjun said in a low voice.

He looked indifferent. There was no emotion or doubt in his deep eyes. His thin lips opened slightly, but he just spit out a few words lazily.

But let me wake up enough.

Rao Shi, I also doubt where this valuable and marketable thing came from, but I don't really doubt that my master came from an unknown source.

At least there is trust.

I asked to see my master, but he seemed not to be involved at all.

He was still a small man, dressed casually, and there was no superfluous emotion on his face. He just nodded slightly to me.

There seems to be some deep meaning.

I just don't know whether to nod to me or Qin Langjun.

"Master."

There was another sound amid the discussion.

But it didn't come out of my mouth.

When I heard the familiar voice, I couldn't help looking up.

What I didn't dare to think about just now has become true.

Uncle Jiu jumped off the stage easily, came to me and shouted respectfully to my master.

This sound not only confused me, but also successfully reduced the surrounding discussion to zero.

Uncle nine's master?

I thought I was a powerful person who didn't want to be famous, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful.

I haven't heard of Uncle nine's master before.

But Uncle Jiu doesn't seem to be bluffing.

Uncle nine still looked gentle and smiled friendly at me. "In terms of seniority, you have to call me elder martial brother. Your work just now is good."

The discussion here is breaking the sky.

Just now, I was still in their mouth and arbitrarily recognized the frustrated man as the master. Now, it has suddenly become the focus of discussion.

The basic voices are discussing these. I envy that I can dig such good resources and wealth when a blind cat meets a dead mouse.

After all, what's the status of the ninth uncle? Naturally, his master is immeasurable.

My master called me aside alone, and there were Qin Langjun and uncle Jiu.

After a brief talk, he didn't want to say more about his identity, and I didn't continue to ask.

Except for surprise, I don't have such a curious mind.

But the words my master said before he left made my mind sink a little.

"What's the matter?"

Qin Langjun came to me and asked in a low voice.

Before I could take my eyes back, I still looked over there.

My master and uncle Jiu went there together. The car disappeared after turning the corner, but I was still a little depressed.

Just now my master said: this man is unfathomable. He's not easy to mess with.

What he said was nothing more than Qin Langjun.

But what else can I do?

My heart slightly dropped a few points and forcibly suppressed these messy emotions.

Try to drive out all the emotions that shouldn't be left in your mind.

"Nothing."

I looked back at him and said.

The mood gathers up, is still that kind of heartless smile.

I've practiced in the mirror countless times, and this smile never goes wrong.

"Elder martial brother who is not willing to pop up suddenly?"

He bent over and put his chin on my shoulder.

The voice slightly lengthened the tone.

With a fanciful ending.

When I heard this, I laughed, "how can I?"

The game is over. I'm afraid the headlines will be all today before tomorrow.

I became famous again, but I didn't expect this way.

Not good, but not bad.

When he went back, Qin Langjun's mobile phone shook a few times. It was a strange number.

I glanced. I was just about to take my cell phone, but his eyebrows frowned and picked it up to connect.

The voice on the phone couldn't be heard clearly, but his attitude was obvious.

Even the voice softened a little.

This is a rare gentleness.

He always talks and does things indifferently, and rarely has he seen so much patience.

My intuition tells me that this is not a good phenomenon. I remember the number just now.

I read it silently several times in my heart, but I remembered what Xia Qinghe told me.

She said, don't be too complacent. When the real person he cares about comes back, you should abdicate.