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Chapter 8 Ten-year-old Han Mochen
Zhuo Qiu is only four or five years older than the young master. Now that he is fourteen or five years old, so young master Chen is only this year...

ten years old.

Han Qianxiao thought of the indifferent voice she heard just now. It was clearly the voice of a ten-year-old child, but she was able to combine this voice with him in the previous life without any sense of disobedience.

Maybe it's because the tone of voice is so cold, without a trace of warmth, so she can feel the breath of the other party in an instant, and that kind of familiarity can't be lingered no matter what.

"Young Master, this baby opened its eyes, only shed tears and didn't make a sound, it looks very pitiful." Zhuo Qiu frowned slightly, with a look of pity and sorrow on his face.

The young man beside him didn't speak, and he didn't speak again after saying those five words.

Zhuo Qiu seemed to have gotten used to his young master being like this, so he wasn't surprised.

But Butler Zhuo, who was driving in front, scolded: "Hold the child well, and stop talking nonsense."

Zhuo Qiu shrank his head and dared not speak.

At this moment, Han Qianxiao could see clearly the person under the shadow just now.

The young Han Mochen's side face was still as cold as a knife, but his face looked a little smaller and more delicate, which was actually a bit cute.

Those eyes looked out of the window, they didn't know what they were looking at, like a deep sea, with no bottom, filled with infinite emptiness.

His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he had a lot of troubles in his heart, which made people feel distressed.

Suddenly, Han Qianxiao looked down and saw a bruise on the young man's fair neck. Although it had gradually faded away, it was still possible to guess how hard the bruise was.

Han Qianxiao is familiar with all methods of killing, and she is very clear about this scar.

This is clearly...

Someone pinched out the imprint.

Someone wants to kill Han Mo Chen?
This was 18 years ago!
The young master is only a child who has just turned ten years old at this time, who is so cruel?Can't live with a child?

The strength of this choking neck, I am afraid that he has exhausted all his strength, and he really wants to put people to death.

Otherwise, such a deep mark would not be left.

Judging by the color, it must have been ten days and a half months.

After so long, the scars still haven't faded.

Han Qianxiao pondered in her heart, wondering what kind of mood the young master felt when someone strangled his neck. Even a person with a heart as hard as a rock would feel scared at the moment of dying.

What's more, the current Han Mo Chen is just a child.

Could it be that the boss wants to harm the young master?

Han Qianxiao thought for a while, then overturned her guess.

In her previous life, she was sent to Han's house by the boss when she was 14 years old. If the boss wanted to kill the young master when he was ten years old, he wouldn't have waited so long before letting her go to the Han's house to monitor the young master's every move. , Even after five years, she was ordered to kill the young master.

This is too much to do.

So maybe the scar has nothing to do with the boss.

Han Qianxiao hates herself for not being born a few years earlier, the young master is nine years older than her, and now she is just a little dumpling.

In her previous life, she had no idea what happened to Han Mochen when he was young.

All her impressions and memories of the young master only stayed after she entered Han's house, and at that time, Han Mochen was already 23 years old.

Han Qianxiao knew nothing about the young master's childhood.

She has too many puzzles and doubts.

Including why the boss wanted her to kill the young master, she still doesn't understand.

Because she's just a murderous puppet that obeys orders.

(End of this chapter)