Su An didn't immediately take out her mobile phone and call 110 because of the contract for 10,000 yuan.
A penny stumped the hero. After he hired a private detective and sent the medicine for testing, he was left with only a suitcase and two pounds of clothes.
Touch it, touch it, don't ask much, just give the money.
Su An was thick-skinned and felt completely numb to He Xi Ran's touch. He had to pretend to be pure. His eyes rolled around nimbly and finally settled on the trash can.
There was only half of the cigarette that He Xiran just threw in it. Su An's eyes were sharp, and he caught a glimpse of the picture still printed on the cigarette.
On the pure white thread paper is a woman with her head raised to ask for help. She has no facial features, but only a smooth profile line. The long hair hangs down to the end of the cigarette, and when the spark burns to the end, it will swallow the woman whole along the hair.
The metaphor was implied, and two names instantly appeared in Su An's mind.
Cheng Suqing.
He Feiyu.
He was in a trance, and He Xiran's fingertips suddenly slipped over the back of Su An's hand. Su An was startled, and he let go of his hand suddenly, and the lifted shirt fell back to his waist.
He Xiran raised his eyes, the clothes covered his hands, and he held up a high hill.
"Mr. He," Cheng Suan looked at each other innocently and said with a blushing face, "Are you all right?"
He Xiran said calmly, "You disturbed my inspection progress."
"I'm sorry," Su An pursed her lips and lifted up her clothes again, "I'll be sure to pull it well this time."
I scolded shamelessly a hundred times in my heart.
Where are you going to touch your hand... Hiss.
He secretly looked up at the man.
He Xiran's focused appearance is very deceptive, as if the gods descended to the earth, and the indifference on his face easily gives others a mentality of "be grateful if you can touch him". But Su An felt that he was very dangerous. If it wasn't for finding Chu He, he would not have approached He Xiran.
He Xiran is of course the best, but such a man will play cool once in a while, and he will die if he keeps playing. He Xiran is not the type to let go. Su An's heart is like iron.
"Ah," He Xiran suddenly exerted force, and Su An gave a small cry and ducked back, "Mr. He!"
He Xiran withdrew his hand and said lightly, "Go to the studio."
Su An put down her clothes, followed by a blush on her neck, "Okay."
Because Shen Changxiu's power is not something that Cheng Suan can shake as a student, Suan originally thought to reach a cooperative relationship with He Xiran and let He Xiran temporarily protect his safety, but He Xiran didn't give it to him when the painting was finished. affirmative answer.
During the break, he dressed in clothes and walked to He Xiran's side regularly, "Mr. He, how do you think about what you just said?"
He didn't take off completely, nor was he half-naked, but changed into a shirt, unbuttoned, his young body covered with thin muscles was slightly open, and when he got close, there was still the scent of soap on his body.
He Xiran drew a dark blue brushstroke, "You are an adult."
Su An was puzzled, but nodded, "Yes, I'm an adult."
"When adults talk about cooperation, they need to talk about interests." He Xiran coughed, the smell of smoke was strong, "what can you give me."
Su An cautiously said: "Mr. He, that's not what you said. Our common goal now is to find out what Shen Changxiu did to Miss He Feiyu." "Shen Changxiu once took me to Miss He Feiyu's house. There are many tranquilizers and depressants to suppress manic emotions in her cupboard."
He Xiran calmly filled in another color block, "Fake."
Su An laughed twice, "Mr. He, I hope you can cooperate with me, it's good for both of us."
When he said this, his voice was soft and soft. It was difficult for anyone to refuse this trick.
He Xiran finally stopped her movements, "He Feiyu fell off the balcony two months ago. According to Shen Changxiu, she fell out of control because of her illness."
Su An listened intently.
He Xiran touched the red color on his thumb, "Have you been to He Feiyu's room?"
"I've been there," Su An said, "Miss He's room has been sealed, but a servant will clean it up regularly every week."
He Xiran said: "Then you should also know that it is on the second floor."
Su An blinked slowly.
"Second floor," He Xiran laughed sarcastically, "she just fell to her death."
Logically speaking, the height of the second floor is at most fractures, and people with flexible bodies will only suffer some flesh wounds. Su An frowned, puzzled, "It shouldn't fall to death?"
"The back of her head hit a rock with a sharp point that went straight through her scalp."
This method of death is too coincidental.
Su An thought thoughtfully, "What about the results of the investigation after that?"
Compared with how Feiyu was sick.
He Xiran: "The results of the investigation show that He Feiyu was indeed ill at the time."
"Family hereditary mental illness," He Xi Ran stood up, walked to the side and picked up the cigarette case, the shadow fell in his deep-set eyes, "Shen Changxiu checked a lot of information, my father is Irish, and his family does have hereditary sexual mental illness.”
Su Anmei's heart skipped a beat, thinking of the old man with white hair and green eyes and a hook nose that he had seen in the photo.
Does He Xiran also have it
"Shen Changxiu thought that He Feiyu inherited his father's disease, but it's a pity," He Xiran sighed, "He Feiyu is the product of my mother's derailment."
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Su An looked at him in surprise, and her scalp went numb for a moment.
So He Feiyu is not his father's daughter at all
No wonder He Xiran would say that Shen Changxiu killed He Feiyu. He Feiyu didn't have a father with a family genetic mental illness, so how could he have inherited the disease.
Not to mention jumping off the balcony when sick.
"Then your parents..." Su An licked her dry lips, "Do you know this?"
"Father doesn't know," He Xiran turned his head slightly to look at Su An, her chin pale, "He thinks it is normal for He Feiyu to get sick, and my mother dare not tell the truth."
Su An: "..."
My whole body is hairy, I'm really sorry, I accidentally learned the secret of the family.
According to what He Xiran said, the medicines placed in He Feiyu's room were probably just Shen Changxiu's deliberate trick to confuse people.
Su An finally felt that he had solved a part of the puzzle, but there was one thing left unsolved.
"What about you?" he asked.
He Xiran squinted slightly, walked slowly to Su An, looked down, and could see Su An's serious eyes and the gap in his shirt at the neck.
The slender cigarette that had been held between his fingers for a long time was finally brought to his lips, and he bent over to spit it out in Su An's ear, "I've said it twice, but unfortunately, I didn't inherit any disease either."
Su An's ears were sensitively red, "Mr. He, don't get me wrong, I'm just curious."
He Xiran was still leaning in his ear, and the Martian followed his hand to Su An's neck and left from time to time. The illusion that he might be burned by tobacco made Su An immediately change his mouth and act like a spoiled child, "Uncle He, I was wrong, I really don't mean to doubt you."
He Xi Ran withdrew his eyes from his collar, looked at Su An, and said in his heart: Little thing.
He stood up straight and walked towards the canvas: "Go back and stand."
Su An breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to return to his original position with respect and dedication.
After finishing a day's work, Su An shamelessly stayed at He Xiran's house.
The days of living here in He Xiran were very peaceful. In addition to all the free time being given to work, Su An also tried to contact Cheng Suqing, but without exception, they were not connected.
When Su An was in school, he was worried that Shen Changxiu would send someone to block him, and he was as careful as a thief every day. Fortunately, He Xiran still owes the school a promotional poster. He goes to school with He Xiran every day, and goes to school with He Xiran every day. There have been no accidents.
It's just that Su An has to clean up the studio every day to pay for the rent, which is very tiring.
In the evening, Su An put a towel around his neck to wipe the sweat. Even if the room was air-conditioned, he would still sweat every time he cleaned it.
Sweat stained the white vest, Su An wiped the sweat, changed clothes so hot, and ran around in front of He Xiran wearing a sleeveless loose vest and shorts.
The long legs are straight and snow-white, the buttocks are mopping the floor, the shorts are against the soft flesh, and the waist shows a white skin that reflects the light, "Uncle He, do you still want these boxes?"
He Xiran glanced at him, his eyes didn't move for a long time, "What?"
"Used paint bottle," Su An squatted on the ground and picked up a paint bottle to check, then obediently turned around and showed it to him, "There's still a little in it."
"Throw it away." After seeing what he shouldn't look at, He Xiran retracted his eyes after appreciating it.
Su An tidyed things up briefly, and then hummed and brought other tools to focus on cleaning the lead dust and dry paint. The studio in the whole villa was the most difficult to clean up. Su An would spend an hour or two sweating in front of He Xi Ran every night.
He Xiran really acted like a frigid person. Except for painting, he never looked at Su An much. He touches Su An a few times, and he will pay the amount according to the contract. After a long time, Su An seemed to really be convinced that He Xiran was not dangerous to him. The clothes were comfortable, carefree, and occasionally exposed large arms and calves, and never cared about He Xiran's reaction.
An hour and a half later, the whole studio was completely renewed. Su An washed the handkerchief five or six times, and the water in the bucket gradually became clear. He exhaled and wiped his sweat, "Uncle He, is your hygiene okay today?"
He Xi shook the soot, and a little new dust fell on the bright floor under his feet. He coughed twice, and said in a deep voice, "Come here."
Su An looked back and complained: "Uncle, the place I just cleaned, can you respect the fruits of my labor when you smoke, the ash will fall into the ashtray."
He Xiran looked at Su An, and under his eyes, pointed the body of the cigarette twice with the middle finger, and the ash rustled again.
Su An: "..." Damn.
Cheng Suan moved over slowly and wiped off the soot while squatting on the ground. The soot landed in the middle of He Xiran's leather shoes, and the young man followed suit. He Xiran lowered his head and watched the head move from side to side. He took a breath of cigarette with an unpredictable expression on his face.
Cheng Suan is tall and long among boys of the same age. Because it was inconvenient to wipe the floor, he knelt on his knees on the floor, his waist collapsed, and his back sank and rose again, forming a wonderful arc.
He Xiran's Adam's apple rolled, and her icy fingertips stretched out, holding the black hair on the back of Su An's head.
"Hey," Su An frowned slightly, looking up, her eyes glowing, "Uncle He, it hurts."
This beautiful child's lips have been steamed red and bright.
He Xiran held Su An's head up and said in a hoarse voice, "Open your mouth."
Su An suspected that he heard it wrong, "What."
He Xiran's other hand had already touched his lips, and he rubbed it hard twice. The delicate lips immediately showed a deeper color. He felt that it was not enough. He Xiran's thumb was wiped from his lips again. Yes, "Look at the teeth."
His movements can be called obscene, but his expression is very cold, and his tone is even more like a cold pool, as if there is no selfish desire at all.
Su An's lips hurt from the calluses on his hand, and her heart tickled. He glanced at He Xiran timidly, knelt on the ground with his knees, and put his hands on He Xiran's thighs.
He Xiran's five fingers were separated, inserted through the hair, slowly rubbing Su An's scalp, and ordered: "Open your mouth."
Cheng Suan hesitated so much, her cheeks were hot. His porcelain-white and delicate face was soft, his eyes blinked faster and faster, and he finally opened his lips tremblingly towards He Xi Ran.
There was only a point between the lips, and the white teeth could not be seen.
He Xiran exhausted his patience, and stretched out his hand directly. He pushed his lips apart with two fingers, and touched his white teeth and soft tongue.
"Hmm!" Su An's eyes widened, he looked at He Xiran with shame and anger, patted He Xiran's hand hard, turned around and ran outside the studio door, "Perverted!"
He stumbled over the bucket beside He Xiran's feet inadvertently, and a large amount of water splashed on He Xiran's trouser legs and shoe uppers, and a few drops splashed on his face, sliding down to his pale chin.
The great painter who was still aloft just now became extremely embarrassed in an instant, and the cute footsteps of dada da gradually faded away. After a long time, He Xiran raised his head and slowly wiped the dirty water on his face.
Su An ran back to his room in one breath, and ran into the bathroom with a change of clothes.
The hot water sprinkled on the white back, covering up the schadenfreude laughter. Fucking He Xiran, let him lie to high school students, let him take advantage of high school students, suffocate yourself, and think about eating tender grass.
Also look at the teeth, look at the fart, when he doesn't know what he wants to do
Old hooligan, it's still fucking cold, try it out