MTL - They are Chasing Me!-Chapter 11 hello uncle 11

Su An didn't immediately take out his mobile phone and call 110 to call the police because of the 10,000 yuan contract.

A penny is hard for a hero. After he hired a private detective and sent the drug to be tested, he was so poor that he only had a suitcase and two catties of clothes on his body.

Touch it, touch it, don't ask too much, just give money.

Su An had a thick skin, and his heart was completely numb to He Xiran's touch, and he had to pretend to be pure, his eyes flicked around, and finally settled on the trash can.

There was only half of the cigarette that He Xiran had just thrown in, and Su An's eyes were sharp, and he caught a glimpse of the painting on the cigarette.

What was drawn on the pure white threaded paper was a woman with her head up looking for help. She had no facial features, only a smooth side profile. The long hair hangs down to the end of the smoke, and when the sparks burn to the end, they will devour the woman whole along the hair.

The metaphor was vague, and two names instantly appeared in Su An's mind.

Cheng Suqing.

He Feiyu.

He was in a trance for a moment, when He Xiran's fingertips suddenly slipped across the back of Su An's hand, Su An was startled, let go of his hand suddenly, and the lifted coat fell back to his waist.

He Xiran raised his eyes, his 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 ready?"

He Xiran said calmly: "You interrupted my inspection progress."

"I'm sorry," Su An pursed her lips, and lifted up her clothes again, "I'll definitely tug this time."

I cursed a hundred times in my heart to be shameless.

Where is the hand touching... Hiss.

He secretly raised his eyes to look at the man.

He Xiran's concentrated appearance is very deceptive, like a **** descending from the earth, the indifference on his face easily gives others a mentality of "being grateful if he touches it". But Su An felt that he was very dangerous, if not for looking for Chu He, he would not approach He Xiran.

He Xiran is of course a top player, but such a man is very cool to play once in a while, and he will die if he keeps playing. He Xiran is not the type to be dismissed easily, Su An's heart is as hard as iron, no matter how handsome his face is, he can't make any waves in him.

"Ah," He Xiran suddenly exerted force, Su An yelled a little, and hid back, "Mr. He!"

He Xiran withdrew her hand and said lightly, "Go to the studio."

Su An put down her clothes, her neck flushed with blush, "Okay."

Since Shen Changxiu's power cannot be shaken by Cheng Su'an, a student, Su An originally wanted to reach a cooperative relationship with He Xiran, and let He Xiran temporarily protect his safety, but He Xiran did not give him the painting after the painting was finished. affirmative answer.

During the break, he put on his clothes and walked up to He Xiran, "Mr. He, what do you think about what you just said?"

He wasn't completely undressed, nor was he half naked. Instead, he changed into a shirt without buttons, and his young body covered with thin muscles was slightly opened up.

He Xiran drew a dark blue stroke, "You are an adult."

Su An was puzzled, but still nodded, "Yes, I'm an adult."

"When adults talk about cooperation, they need to talk about benefits." He Xiran coughed, with a strong smell of smoke, "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 Ms. He Feiyu's room. There are many sedatives and inhibitors to suppress mania in her cabinet."

He Xiran unhurriedly filled in another color block, "Fake."

Su An laughed twice, "Mr. He, I hope you can cooperate with me a little bit, it's good for both of us."

When he said this, his voice was soft and soft. This trick has been tried and tested, and it is difficult for anyone to refuse.

He Xiran finally stopped, "He Feiyu fell off the balcony two months ago. According to Shen Changxiu, she lost control and fell because of an illness."

Su An listened attentively.

He Xiran touched the red dyed thumb, "Have you been to He Feiyu's room?"

"I've been there," Su An said, "Miss He's room has been sealed, but there will be servants cleaning it every week."

He Xiran said: "Then you should also know that it is on the second floor."

Su An blinked slowly.

"On the second floor," He Xiran laughed sarcastically, "but she fell directly to her death."

Logically speaking, the height of the second floor is at most a fracture, and people with flexible bodies will only suffer some flesh injuries. Su An frowned, puzzled, "Shouldn't you fall to your death?"

"The back of her head hit a stone with a sharp point that went straight through her scalp."

This way of death is too much of a coincidence.

Su An was thoughtful, "What about the results of the subsequent investigation?"

For example, how did Feiyu fall ill?

He Xiran: "The results of the investigation showed that He Feiyu was indeed ill at that time."

"Family hereditary mental illness." He Xiran got up, walked to the side and picked up the cigarette case, the shadow fell into his deep-set eyes, "Shen Changxiu checked a lot of information, my father is Irish, and his family does have a genetic disorder." sexual mental illness."

Su An's eyebrows twitched, thinking of the old man with white hair, green eyes and hooked nose that he had seen in the photos.

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."

Su An looked at him in surprise, his scalp went numb for a moment.

So He Feiyu wasn't 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 hereditary mental illness at all, so how could he inherit the disease.

Not to mention the sickness jumped off the balcony.

"Then your parents..." Su An licked her dry lips, "Do you know about this?"

"Father doesn't know." He Xiran turned his head slightly to look at Su An, his jaw was pale, "He thought it was normal for He Feiyu to get sick, but my mother dared not tell the truth."

Su An: "..."

My whole body is hairy, I'm really sorry, I accidentally found out about the secrets of the family.

According to what He Xiran said, the medicine placed in He Feiyu's room is also likely to be Shen Changxiu's deliberate means to confuse people.

Su An finally felt that he had solved part of the puzzle, but there was still one thing that hadn't been solved.

"What about you?" he asked.

He Xiran narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked slowly in front of Su An, looked down, and could see Su An's serious eyes, and the gap in the shirt at the neck.

The slender cigarette that had been held between his fingers for a long time was finally delivered to his lips, and he bent over and exhaled in Su An's ear, "I've said it twice, unfortunately, I didn't inherit any diseases."

Su An's ears turned red sensitively, "Mr. He, don't get me wrong, I'm just curious."

He Xiran was still crouching by his ear, and Huoxingzi followed his hand close to Su An's neck from time to time and then left. The illusion that he might be burned by the tobacco made Su An immediately change his words and act coquettishly, "Uncle He, I was wrong, I really didn't doubt what you meant."

He Xiran 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 up."

Su An breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to return to his original position and stand respectfully.

After finishing a day's work, Su An stayed at He Xiran's house with the cheek to stay.

The days of living here in He Xiran were very peaceful. Apart from devoting all his free time to work, Su An also tried to contact Cheng Suqing, but without exception, he was not connected.

When Su An was in school, he was still worried about whether Shen Changxiu would send someone to stop him, and he was as cautious as a thief every day. Fortunately, He Xiran still owed the school a poster, and followed He Xiran to and from school every day without any accidents.

It's just that Su An has to clean and organize the studio every day as rent, which is very tiring.

In the evening, Su An put a towel around his neck to wipe off his sweat. Even though there was an air conditioner in the room, he still sweated every time he cleaned it.

Sweat stained the white vest, Su An wiped off the sweat, changed clothes because of the heat, and ran around in front of He Xiran in a sleeveless loose vest and shorts.

The long legs are straight and white, the buttocks are sticking out and mopping the floor, the shorts are sticking to the soft flesh, and the waist reveals a section of white skin that reflects the light, "Uncle He, do you still want these boxes?"

He Xiran glanced at him without moving his eyes for a long time, "What?"

"Used paint bottle." Su An squatted on the ground and picked up a paint bottle for inspection, then turned around obediently and showed it to him, "There is still a little inside."

"Throw it away." Seeing something that shouldn't be seen, He Xiran looked away after appreciating it.

Su An sorted out the things briefly, and brought other tools to focus on cleaning the lead dust and dried paint. In the whole villa, the studio is the most difficult to clean, and Su An has to dangle in front of He Xiran for an hour or two every night, covered in sweat.

He Xiran acted like a cold personality, except for painting, he never looked at Su An much. If he touches Su An a few times, he will pay according to the contract. After a long time, Su An seemed to be convinced that He Xiran was not dangerous to him. The clothes were as comfortable as possible, carefree, occasionally showing a large piece of arms and legs, and never cared about He Xiran's reaction.

An hour and a half passed, and the whole studio looked brand new again. 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 the hygiene okay today?"

He Xi lit the soot, and a little new dust fell on the polished floor under his feet. He coughed twice, with a deep voice, "Come here."

Su An looked back and complained: "Uncle, the place I just finished cleaning, can you respect and 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 gaze, pointed the body of the cigarette twice with his middle finger, and the ash fell down again.

Su An: "..." Damn it.

Cheng Su'an moved over slowly, squatting on the ground to wipe off the soot, and the soot fell between He Xi's leather shoes, and the young man also got here. He Xiran lowered his head and watched the head move from side to side. He took a puff of cigarette with an unpredictable expression on his face.

Cheng Su'an is tall among boys of the same age, with a very long stature. Because it was inconvenient to wipe the floor, he knelt on the floor, his waist collapsed, and his back rose again, forming a beautiful arc.

He Xiran rolled his Adam's apple, stretched out his cold fingertips, and grabbed the black hair at the back of Su An's head.

"Hiss." Su An frowned slightly, looked up, his eyes were moist, "Uncle He, it hurts."

The lips of this beautiful child have been steamed red.

He Xiran palmed Su An's head upwards, and said in a hoarse voice, "Open your mouth."

Su An suspected that she had heard wrong, "What."

He Xiran's other hand had already touched his lips, and rubbed them vigorously twice. The delicate lips immediately showed a deeper color. Feeling that it was not enough, He Xiran rubbed his thumb from his lips again. But, "Look at the teeth."

His actions can be called obscene, but his expression is very cold, and his tone is even more cold, as if he has no selfish desires at all.

Su An's lips were sore from the calluses on his hands, and his heart was itchy. He glanced at He Xiran timidly, knelt on the ground, and put his hands on He Xiran's thighs.

He Xiran separated his five fingers, inserted them through the hair, and slowly rubbed Su An's scalp, commanding: "Open your mouth."

Cheng Suan hesitated a lot, his cheeks were hot. His porcelain-white delicate face was soft, his eyes blinked faster and faster, and finally he opened his lips tremblingly towards He Xiran.

There is only a little gap between the lips, and the fine white teeth cannot be seen.

He Xiran ran out of patience, stretched out her hand directly, and parted her lips with two fingers, touching her white teeth and soft tongue.

"Oh!" Su An's eyes widened suddenly, he looked at He Xiran with shame and anger, slapped He Xiran's hand off hard, turned around and ran out of the studio door, "Pervert!"

He accidentally tripped over the bucket at He Xiran's feet, and a large splash of water splashed 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 aloof just now, instantly became extremely embarrassed, and the sound of cute footsteps 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 her room in one breath, and ran into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

The hot water sprinkled on the white back, covering the gloating laughter. Damn He Xiran, let him lie to the high school students, let him take advantage of the high school students, suffocate yourself, and still want to eat young grass.

Also look at the teeth, look at the fart, when he doesn't know what he wants to do?

Old rascal, you're still **** frigid, have you tried it out?