This is a very mysterious feeling. It was as if the person in front of him could affect his emotions, causing him to produce some changes that he had never seen before.
Su An pushed him with the force on his hands like a cat scratching, "Let go of me."
He Xiran's throat was itchy, he coughed lightly, looked at the small sparks in Su An's eyes, and felt that some kind of evil thought came up. He forcibly restrained and said calmly to himself, you can't make people cry here.
"Take your sister away, it won't do me any good." He said.
Su An's eyes widened, "How can there be no benefit? Chu Tezhu likes my sister. When you take my sister away, won't he work hard for you?"
Huyouren's words followed suit, "Uncle, think about it carefully. My sister is in the same predicament as Miss He. You didn't save Miss He at the beginning, so why don't you try to save my sister now?"
He Xiran's eyes moved to Su An's mouth, which kept talking and could say a hundred reasons. No matter how much Su An said, He Xiran still looked like "I'm in a trance", Su An gave up on herself, "What do you want?"
"You're pretending to be stupid," He Xiran absentmindedly returned, "before you get home, come up with a reason for me to agree to this loss-making business."
Su An's eyes were red, and she used the same trick to deal with Shen Changxiu, "Uncle, don't do this."
He Xiran pinched his cheeks, and there seemed to be a faint mockery in his eyes, "Where are the tears."
Su An: "..."
Fuck, absolutely.
The two walked towards the door of the hotel. When they passed the piano stage, Su Anduo glanced at the handsome pianist. He was so handsome. He liked men who knew musical instruments.
When he went back, he was silent halfway. Su An didn't know whether what He Xiran said was true or not, but he couldn't bet on guessing. Since Cheng Suqing drove him away and said something like that to him, Su An couldn't ignore Cheng Suqing.
No matter what, I have to pick up my sister safely, don't leave it in Shen Changxiu's hands.
In fact, Su An doesn't reject having sex with He Xiran.
He Xiran is handsome and has an excellent figure. Su An likes his mixed-race eyes very much, the depth will change, as if covered with a mysterious veil. Anywhere is good, but Su An's first experience was so fierce, which caused him to be in a period of emptiness after a big fish and meat, and his soul was washed again.
"Sword Comes"
I just want to eat fast food and recite Buddha, I don't want to play with men.
He is cool and frightened, He Xiran has only the former. Over and over again, his erratic behavior and behavior was a genuine sign that he liked it. Even painting, he hadn't touched a paintbrush for several days.
- For a person who even lived in the studio, Su An really felt that this omen was not very good.
How could He Xiran be considered a successful man, it's impossible to fall in love with him once he slept with him, right
Oh no, it's also possible.
He is so charming after all.
Sixty second red light.
He Xiran stopped the car, it was the rush hour, the road was jammed with traffic, and it was airtight at first glance.
Su An secretly rejoiced that this at least gave him time to delay thinking.
At least fight to the death.
"Uncle," Su An lowered her head and clasped her fingernails to avoid the question, "Can you help me? You help me pick up my sister, and I can give you the money."
"Are you rich?" He Xiran's voice was a little cold.
"A little bit," Su An squeezed a distance of one centimeter between his thumb and index finger, "Is it alright?"
That money was still the money He Xiran gave him when he did various "examinations" before. Well, not counting the first three days, it was five million.
Su An recalled the money in the card, and saw He Xiran's eyes couldn't help but bring a layer of relief.
People are stupid and have a lot of money. This is He Xiran's second advantage besides being handsome.
He added softly, "A few million, is that enough?"
He Xiran didn't even think about it, "Not enough."
Su An: "..."
It's gotta sleep him.
… Stimulate.
The red light is over, the car is slow. When the vehicle was blocked again, Su An put his hands on the back of the chair, raised his upper body, and kissed the tattoo next to He Xiran's collarbone.
The man's Adam's apple stood out, and Su An bit his Adam's apple jerky, "Uncle."
"Well," He Xiran palmed the back of his head, rubbed it lightly, pressed down, and said hoarsely, "I agreed."
Cheng Suqing woke up again from the dream, the smell of thick sweat was unpleasant. The suffocation in the dream gradually disappeared, she got up tired and poured a glass of water.
After a glass of water went down, her tense emotions were eased. Cheng Suqing stroked her lower abdomen, and suddenly slapped her down, saying viciously, "Bitch, who asked you to come here!"
Her face twisted in pain, and she quickly rubbed her stomach twice.
Cheng Suqing and Shen Changxiu had torn their faces, she lived in the Shen family and lived in the wolf's den. The scissors were hidden under the pillow, and Cheng Suqing had already made a plan. If Shen Changxiu went too far, she would die with him.
She told Su An that whether Chu Lin was alive or dead had nothing to do with them, but in fact Cheng Suqing was already in chaos. She had been entangled with Chu Lin for a lifetime. Whether you were right or wrong, Cheng Suqing never thought that Chu Lin would disappear in hers. in front of you.
Love and hate, the past with Chu Lin has become a rope that binds her limbs, tightly shackles Cheng Suqing, she can't break free.
It was her business to get revenge on Chu Lin, and she was the only one who could make Chu Lin feel the pain.
There is no object of revenge, money is useless, cosmetics are useless. Su An ran away, and Cheng Suqing had nothing to worry about.
The only one who is sorry is the child in the womb.
The next day, the servant came in to clean the room, and someone took the opportunity to give Cheng Suqing a note.
Cheng Suqing was puzzled. When no one was there, he opened the note and looked at it. With a flick of his fingers, he stood up suddenly in disbelief.
Above it is only a line of handwriting from Chu Lin:
Ah Qing, wait for me to pick you up.
Su An was relieved to leave the matter to He Xiran.
He was brought home by He Xiran, and after another day, he lay on the familiar bed again, and a tired night passed. Early the next morning, He Xiran carried Su An, who was drowsy, to the living room.
Su An's nightgown was loose, as if she was wearing it. He Xiran held him on his lap and sat in the corner in front of the piano that had just moved in this morning.
The arm is held by the man and jumps on the black and white keys, popping one after another bass.
He Xiran had a cigarette in his mouth, the smoke was thick, he held up Su An's hand, and the broken piano sound slowly connected into a tune.
"It's so noisy," Su An's eyes were still closed, her brows furrowed, "Wow, so sleepy."
No matter how much he likes piano music, he hates it here. He wants to pull out his hand, but his arms are weak and easily suppressed.
Su An opened her eyes with difficulty, her white teeth looming, "Are you sick, He Xiran?"
He Xiran pressed the smoke out on the piano keys, put Su An on it, and made a noise.
"Call it uncle." He Xiran ordered without mercy.
Su An couldn't hold back, she opened her mouth and bit his finger fiercely, uncle stinky.
His legs trembled, "Uncle, I have to go to class today."
Uncle He paused, picked him up and walked towards the gate, Su An exclaimed, "I have no clothes on!"
He Xiran kept walking, even faster and faster.
Su An buried in his neck and choked, fake crying, "Uncle, uncle."
"Good," He Xiran stopped at the door, her voice hoarse, "Cry two more times."
Su An: "..." At this moment, I have already thought about which grave to bury you in.
He remembered something he had said before.
- A man like He Xiran is fun to play once, but if he keeps playing, he will die.
Ideas are clearer than ever.
When Cheng Suqing is done, he wants to run away, so run away quickly.
When Su An finally returned to sit in the classroom, he felt as if he had passed away.
The tablemate looked at him worriedly, "Su An, why did you ask for so many days off?"
"I'm sick," Su An tiredly slumped on the table, "Huang Shan, lend me a copy of my homework."
He hasn't given up on therapy when it comes to playing the student.
Campus life will make people pure. Su An had a safe day at school, and felt that the yellowish soul had become pure again. During the big break, the same table suddenly exclaimed, "Su An, He Xiran's painting for the school is finished."
Su An leaned over and flipped through the school forum posts at the same table: "This is the first painting that He Xiran painted this year, and people in various magazines have published it for appreciation. It is generally believed that this painting has played a role in He Xiran's work. The level of his works can be side by side with his works of the past two years. Hahaha, people who said that He Xiran Jianglang was exhausted before, dare not say this now!"
"Is this painting good?" Su An asked with a wink, he couldn't see anything.
Huang Shan also hesitated: "Very well, otherwise why are those people so excited? As expected of He Xi Ran, it took a week or two to draw such a painting. People can earn my life for a week or two. Can't make money."
Su An looked at the painting on the screen with complicated eyes.
No, the painting didn't take a week or two at all. The painting He Xiran painted for the school before was not this painting at all. There is only one explanation. He gave up the previous one and completed a painting with a high degree of integrity in a very short period of time, breaking the rumor of "no more paintings".
But these few days, where does He Xiran still have time to take a paintbrush, all his time is spent on Su An. In this painting, he did not see any aura or noble painter's spiritual thoughts, only the perfunctory brush strokes and the swipe of the brush.