He Xiran turned sideways and got out of the way.
Uncle Zhang took Su An out of the school, and Yu Guang kept looking back, "Is that the young master's friend?"
Su An paused, shook his head, and pretended to be curious: "Does Uncle Zhang also know Mr. He?"
"No, no, I don't know," Uncle Zhang shook his head anxiously and smiled awkwardly, "How can I know such a person."
It's not strange that Uncle Zhang knows He Xiran, but it's strange that he doesn't know him.
Su An took the mineral water aside and changed the subject: "Uncle Zhang, how many years have you worked for your brother-in-law?"
Uncle Zhang did the math, "It's been eight years."
Eight years later, it had completely gone through Shen Changxiu's first marriage, but he said that he didn't know the bride's brother.
Su An blinked, "It's been a long time, Uncle Zhang must have known a lot of stories after staying at Shen's house for such a long time. In fact, I have always been curious, my brother-in-law is already in his thirties, has he never been in a relationship before? "
Uncle Zhang's hand was sweating while holding the steering wheel. He took advantage of the gap between the traffic lights and pulled out a piece of paper to wipe the sweat and oil from his temples, and said vaguely, "Isn't this all about meeting Miss Cheng?"
He secretly looked into the rear-view mirror, and the young master Cheng Suan, who was sitting in the back seat, had a normal expression and was a little curious, so he should just ask casually.
Uncle Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, and kept sending good words, "Miss Cheng and our husband are a natural pair, and the old moon in the sky has to hold the red thread with their own hands."
Cheng Suan smiled and rolled her eyes, responding to Uncle Zhang's words, "Sister and brother-in-law have a fate."
Uncle Zhang didn't dare to hide it. That night, he told Shen Changxiu about the contact between Su An and He Xiran. Shen Changxiu called Su An into the study after get off work.
The air conditioner was as low as nineteen degrees, and the cold wind was blowing, and the cooling effect of the Shen's air conditioner was unexpectedly good.
"I heard that you became He Xiran's model?" Shen Changxiu asked with a smile, unfastening his tie.
Su An nodded obediently holding the juice.
"This work is very hard," Shen Changxiu said in a gentle tone, persuading with kindness from his elders, "You are still in school, so you shouldn't waste your time at this time."
Su An lowered her head when she was told, "Brother-in-law, I didn't delay my schoolwork..."
Seeing him like this, Shen Changxiu said in a softer tone, "An An, don't be afraid, look up at brother-in-law, brother-in-law didn't say you did something wrong."
Su An raised her head a little and looked at Shen Changxiu dodgingly, fear and apprehension intertwined on the young face.
Shen Changxiu threw the suit jacket on the sofa and touched Su An's hair, "Why do you want to be a mannequin?"
Su An's eyes flashed, and she said excitedly, "Brother-in-law, Mr. He is a very good painter. I'm very happy to be a model for him."
Shen Changxiu suddenly realized, "It turns out that I like painter He Da."
He gently followed Su An's hair down and touched the white back of his neck.
Su An shrank her neck and squeezed the juice nervously, "Brother-in-law?"
Shen Changxiu wasn't human, was he
The thick calloused fingers turned red, Shen Changxiu narrowed his eyes comfortably, and then his smile deepened, "Speaking of which, He Xiran and I are also old acquaintances."
Cheng Suan was really distracted, "Brother-in-law also knows Mr. He?"
"There have been friendships for several years," Shen Changxiu recalled, "An An, powerful people have a bit of their own temper. The same is true for He Xiran. You have not experienced it, so you may not be able to stand it."
Cheng Suan pursed his lips and stopped talking.
Shen Changxiu sighed helplessly, stood up straight, "Follow me."
Su An followed him out of the study. The housekeeper was already waiting at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, holding a long list of keys in his hand, and under Shen Changxiu's gesture, he opened the innermost closed room on the second floor.
Su An's heart became slightly faster, and he had long wanted to know what was in these rooms. Except for Shen Changxiu's conference room and study room, the rest of the rooms on the second floor were locked, and no one was allowed to step in. In order not to lose his temper, he looked down at the juice in the glass and pricked up his ears.
Shen Changxiu took the key and took Su An into the room.
This room was on the second floor. Su An thought it was an abandoned studio or storage room, but he didn't expect it to be a bedroom.
The fabric ceiling reveals the luxury of Nordic style, lace, pearls, heavy folds, and has the splendor of world aristocrats in Europe.
The lights were dim and Shen Changxiu didn't turn on the lights. Su An browsed the room, and He Feiyu's name naturally appeared in his heart.
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Although this style does not match the gentle feeling He Feiyu gave him, but He Feiyu's father is Irish, and there is reason to like this style.
Just why did Shen Changxiu bring him here
"An An," Shen Changxiu walked skillfully in this room, leading Su An through the wardrobe covered with lace patterns, and past the brightly colored bed, "Want to know how brother-in-law met Mr. He?"
Su An said honestly, "I want to."
"Mr. He has a younger sister," Shen Changxiu's deep voice seemed to be telling a fairy tale, "His younger sister married me and became my wife."
"..." Su An's eyes widened, he actually said it!
"Brother-in-law is wrong, it should be his ex-wife," Shen Changxiu sneered a few times, then suddenly sighed heavily, "Two months ago, Mr. He's sister died in an accident, An An, you want to know how she died Is it?"
Su An's throat tightened, "Brother-in-law..."
Shen Changxiu took him to a group of glass cabinets and comforted him: "Don't be afraid."
The glass cabinet needs a key to open, and after a few chatter, Su An looked up and saw the white medicine bottles in the cabinet. The appearance of these medicines is no different from the bottle of medicine He Xiran took in the studio.
The old pervert behind him held Su An's hand and took out a bottle of medicine, and whispered, "An An, look."
The medicine bottle was turned to the front, and the name of the medicine on it was complicated and long. Su An tried hard to see the function below, and only then did she know that the bottle was a tranquilizer.
Shen Changxiu put down this bottle of medicine and brought another bottle, this bottle is an inhibitor.
What disease needs these medicines
Su An's ears were heavy, and Shen Changxiu approached and said, "My ex-wife takes this kind of medicine every day, and her illness is tormenting her all the time. However, a strong soul and sufficient medicine cannot suppress her illness. died unexpectedly.”
Dust floated in the dusty room, and only Shen Changxiu's voice remained.
"These two are medicines for mental illness," Shen Changxiu picked up one of the bottles, "She has a disease in her brain, a mental illness. She will go mad for no reason. During the illness, her mental state will close herself, irritably rejecting everything. When people are close, no one can make her feel safe except her lover. In contrast, she will develop a morbid dependence on her lover, and then screw everything up, just for her lover to be by her side.”
The exhaustion in Shen Changxiu's words was strong, "After I married her, Feiyu's illness became more and more serious."
Su An swallowed, raised his eyes, and saw Shen Changxiu's reflection on the glass cabinet.
Shen Changxiu seemed to realize that he was looking at him, his eyes met Su An from the glass cabinet, his eyebrows were worried, "An An, this disease is a mental disease inherited from the He family, my ex-wife has it, and He Xiran may have it too. ."
"If he is really like Feiyu, in a mentally unstable state, you will only encounter danger when you come to him."
Cheng Suan seemed to be frightened by his words, and said blankly, "But Mr. He looks very calm—"
"The more this is the case, the more you need to pay attention," Shen Changxiu interrupted Su An, "He Xiran hasn't had a single illness in thirty-seven years. If he really went crazy, it would be much scarier than an ordinary patient. ."
He frightened Su An into a daze, Su An returned to the room absentmindedly, and closed the door before putting away his expression.
The amount of information in Shen Changxiu's words was too large, and he was not at all worried that the news of his marriage would be known to Su An. Since he is so calm, it shows that this news is of little value.
He Feiyu, a family hereditary mental illness, He Xiran.
Su An got up and reviewed the information he had obtained so far. What Shen Changxiu said to him tonight is the most important thing. It seems to have solved a part of the puzzle, and it seems to have added a new fog.
He Feiyu doesn't know how Su An is, but He Xiran also has a mental illness
Not too possible.
He Xiran really didn't look like he was ill. He even refrained from smoking, and the words "calm and old-fashioned" were written all over his body. How could someone like him have a genetic disease full of crazy genes
Is drinking blood a symptom of illness
Su An rubbed his aching forehead, not ruling out that Shen Changxiu was just frightening him, maybe because he didn't want Su An to continue to contact He Xiran.
After thinking about it, Su An circled the names "Shen Changxiu" and "He Xiran" on the paper.
He focused on He Xiran's name, thinking that forget it, even if He Xiran is really sick, he won't have a day when he becomes sick like what Shen Changxiu said.
However, you can just take the plan and try the trick of chasing and fleeing with He Xiran tomorrow to see how He Xiran reacts.
Su An touched his smooth chin and burned the paper to ashes with a lighter.
The flames were burning to the top.
After finding Chu He, after finding him, he had to find a way to get Chu He to send him home.
The solution must always be obtained from Chu He. If you don't know who Chu He is now, then accept all the information that hits him. The black mist that covered the people around them always had one end connected to Chu He.