Su An takes revenge and takes revenge seriously. Now that he has decided to act, he must act meticulously. In order to perform perfectly the next day, he deliberately played with his phone for two more hours before going to bed. When I woke up the next day and looked at it, there was a blue of worry, and his face was haggard, like a pitiful little white flower of 1.78 meters. At first glance, it looked like he had not slept well all night.
Su An admired herself for a while, her face changed suddenly, and she went out the door in a hurry.
Cheng Suqing happened to open the door and bumped into Su An face to face, her expression shifted, and after seeing Su An's appearance, she frowned, and she blurted out the reprimand, "Why don't you look like you didn't wake up, what time did you go to bed last night? ? It doesn't matter if you are still in school, I think you can only sit at home and eat empty mountains after you finish high school."
Su An raised her eyelids and glanced at Cheng Suqing, who had delicate makeup. She blinked slowly, as if she had just recovered, and reluctantly said, "Sister."
The peach-colored eyeshadow in the corners of Cheng Suqing's eyes was like a lotus after the rain. Her powder puff was too heavy, or the lighting in the corridor was too cold, her face was a bit unnaturally pale, and her blush and lipstick were too thick. It looks beautiful at first glance, but it feels airtight on closer inspection.
Cheng Suqing is a beauty that conforms to the public's aesthetics, and no one can deny her beauty. But such beauty has become stiff and sharp under the makeup, as lifeless as a precious vase. But in fact, Cheng Suqing's plain face is very beautiful, at least in Su An's view, it is more attractive than heavy makeup, but since graduating from high school, Cheng Suan has never had a plain face.
She has to put on make-up in front of the mirror more than a dozen times a day, and it takes an hour or two every morning just to make up. Su An feels that the pursuit of appearance has reached the level of paranoia.
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
Cheng Suqing opened his mouth, suppressed what he wanted to say, frowned deeply, and said firmly: "Okay, let's go down to eat."
Su An nodded and went downstairs to eat, "Sister, you got up really early today."
"Well," Cheng Suqing folded her hair, "I have an appointment today, so I won't be back tonight. After dinner, you go back to your room and don't run around. It's not the past, so pay more attention to your work. Don't make people laugh."
Su An: "I see."
Su An didn't dare to eat too much when he was eating, for fear that it would damage his weak image. After coming to the school so cautiously, Huang Shan's jaw dropped when she saw him, "Su An, what's wrong with you?"
He looked up and down, worried, "Are you sick?"
Su An's voice was weak, "It's a little uncomfortable."
Huang Shan hurriedly asked him to rest on the table. When the bell rang at eight in the morning, the head teacher hurried as usual: "Cheng Suan—"
Su An pursed her lips and wanted to get up, but Huang Shan hurriedly pressed him down and stood up by herself, "Teacher, Cheng Suan is a little uncomfortable. If you want someone to help, why don't you let me go?"
The head teacher was surprised and took a closer look at Cheng Suan, his face was indeed not good. He thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, come with the teacher."
But less than ten minutes into the first class, Huang Shan returned to the classroom with a bewildered face, lowered her voice and said to Su An, "Su An, you went to run errands for He Xi Ran yesterday."
As soon as he was brought to He Xiran by the teacher, he was not surprised. He Xiran had already glanced at him lightly and asked the head teacher, "Where's Cheng Suan?"
Huang Shan is the first to answer: "Teacher, Su An is not feeling well, can I help you?"
He Xiran's icy eyes just took a glance, and Huang Shan felt a chill under the sun, "No need."
"I was brought back by the head teacher," Huang Shan hugged herself and shuddered, and said to herself, "Su An, you don't know the last look He Xiran looked at me, it was quite scary, even the teacher dared not say."
After he finished speaking, he hit another quiver.
Su An blinked: "Is he in a bad mood?"
Huang Shan nodded and affirmed: "Very bad."
After knowing that He Xiran was in a bad mood, Su An even played the frightened and pitiful image to the bone. He didn't walk outside except to go to the toilet all morning, for fear of running into He Xiran.
But he took all precautions, he still met He Xiran when he was eating at noon. Accompanied by a group of leaders, He Xiran walked to the restaurant, and with a glance, happened to meet Su An.
Su An's liver trembled, and she hurriedly lowered her head. After a few seconds, he looked up, and He Xiran was still looking straight at him. The man's face was expressionless, his steps were still, and the person beside him asked diligently, "Mr. He, what's the matter?"
He Xiran's eyes were too oppressive, Su An hurriedly took two bites of rice, turned around and ran away with the rice plate in hand.
All the way to the roof.
Just after eating, the door of the rooftop was pushed open. Su An looked back and saw that it was He Xiran.
He Xiran was wearing a black suit today, and under the noon sun, it added a sense of danger to the silent black. He looked at Su An, and gently pushed down the roof gate. With a loud bang, the gate closed.
Su An's face turned pale, "He, Mr. He..."
Actually caught up.
He Xiran looked at him calmly, her eyes narrowed behind her hair, "Are you sick?"
Su An took a step back and grabbed the railing behind him with his backhand. Crow's black eyelashes trembled, "Yes, I'm a little uncomfortable."
The corners of his mouth drooped, his eyes dodged, he was lying, and his name changed.
He Xiran lit a cigarette, and the smoke ring floated around his fingers, "Because I sucked your blood yesterday?"
With a calm question, his leather shoes took a step forward.
Su An opened his mouth, and his voice was like a mosquito, "No."
"Are you afraid of me?" He took another step forward.
He Xiran pressed step by step, and Su An was forced to the blind spot of the roof railing. The triangular guardrail blocked the road on both sides of him. He Xiran only saw the word tall and big from a distance. Su An was forced to lean back, his waist was soft and folded to the limit, and half of his body was already sticking out of the guardrail.
"Mr. He," Su An didn't dare to look at him and said dodgingly, "You misunderstood."
He Xiran bent down slightly and looked at Su An's expression inquisitively. The black curly hair slipped to the sides, revealing his beautiful and inorganic eyes.
After a few seconds, he affirmed: "You are afraid of me."
… This man is truly superb.
Su An's lips parted, and after a while, she lowered her head.
He Xiran took a breath, the flames burned up an inch, and then slowly sprayed smoke towards Su An, "Cheng Suan." He read the name from light to heavy, "I didn't mean to scare you last night."
Su An's fingers gripping the silver iron railing had turned white, he hesitated to organize the language, "No, Mr. He, I..."
A sultry summer wind suddenly blew, blowing the plastic water bottle at Su An's feet a few meters away.
"Mr. He," he hesitated, "are you mentally ill?"
Su An asked sincerely and loudly.
He Xiran's expression remained the same, but her eyes became more dangerous, "Is my brain sick?"
He bent over and approached, "Who told you this."
Su An stood on her heels and tried her best to distance herself from He Xiran, "This..."
"Shen Changxiu," He Xiran stood up straight and let out a thunderous sound, "Shen Changxiu told you."
Su An was startled.
He Xiran was very calm, he calmly snuffed out half of the cigarette, "Shen Changxiu said I was sick, so you believed him?"
Su An's spirit was condensed, "Did he say it wrong?"
He Xiran: "He should not only say that I am sick, but also that my sister is sick."
Su An: "..."
really.
He Xiran's eyes showed a few hints of smile, but this smile was too cold and indifferent, instead it was like the smile of an executioner holding a knife, "This is a trick he often plays," he coughed and hooked Lifting Su An's chin, "he lied to you with me. You are a smart boy, you should think about why he lied to you."
Cheng Suan frowned: "He's my brother-in-law," pushing He Xiran's hand away, holding back his anger, "Mr. He, you can't say such things casually."
He Xiran coughed again, and the curls were blown by the wind, "I didn't say it casually. Two months ago, Shen Changxiu used this reason to kill my sister He Feiyu."
Su An's fingers flicked, revealing the real surprise.
What? !
He Xiran and Shen Changxiu dragged Su An into a huge vortex with two completely different sets of words but the same goal.
It involved a lie about mental illness and He Feiyu's death.
Did He Feiyu die unexpectedly as Shen Changxiu said? Or was he framed and killed by Shen Changxiu as He Xiran said
Su An didn't know.
The secrets hidden by these two people follow one after another, but they seem to not care about him at all. They have only met a few times and known each other for a few days, so they can tell him some secrets of one kind or another.
That's a weird point in itself, isn't it
Su An's mind became a mess, so uncomfortable that he wanted to use the rules of the rivers and lakes to cut across the board and force them to tell everything.
I don't understand, there are no signs, so he doesn't know where to start if he wants to start.
Well, the question goes back to the most basic step, He Xiran and Shen Changxiu, who is the liar
Su An sat in silence for a while, and the silence spread: "..."
After a long while, he rubbed the root of his nose, put on the glasses in the drawer, and randomly pulled out a piece of paper to deduce.
Even if the news was confusing, he was happy to get it. As long as there is progress, Su An can hold his breath.
For the time being, let's just talk about He Feiyu. Su An did not know the specific details of the incident. He searched the Internet for a long time last night, but he did not find any news about "He Feiyu", "Mrs. Shen's Group", "Shen Changxiu's ex-wife" , not to mention reports of deaths.
However, Su An was not disappointed. A wealthy family was not in the entertainment industry. Undercurrents often flowed under the deep sea, and it was difficult to obtain deeper information on the bright side.
Su An could not know the scene of He Feiyu's death, nor could he scrutinize it. It can only be deduced in the opposite direction, using "Shen Changxiu said no lies" to prove which of the two of them is true and which is false.
If Shen Changxiu did not lie and He Feiyu was indeed ill, then the most direct question would come. Since Shen Changxiu knew that He Feiyu was ill, it would be very difficult for a wealthy family like this to ask one or two private nurses to accompany He Feiyu at any time. Simple thing. Looking at He Feiyu's room full of medicines, you can see how much He Feiyu cares about her life.
For such a person who cherishes her life, it should be easy and acceptable to be protected by a nurse, and it may even be possible for a number of cautious nurses to accompany her at the same time. What kind of accident could cause her to die on the spot when she fell ill? And what did the nurses do when she got sick
If Shen Changxiu lied... Su An's eyes flashed, it was also the medicine in that room, who would Shen Changxiu want to show it to.
Both Shen Changxiu and He Xiran couldn't fully believe what they said. Su An returned to the bed, and when he closed his eyes, he suddenly thought, why didn't he ask Cheng Suqing.
Isn't it easier for her to obtain information about He Feiyu's death than him
Yes, Su An sat up abruptly, her eyes brightened, why didn't she ask her.