MTL - They are Chasing Me!-Chapter 22 hello uncle 22

He Xiran actually has a villa in the mountainous area. The villa was cleaned very clean, the bedding was soft, and the refrigerator was full of food. It turned out that during the five days when Su An was running away, He Xiran did not do anything, but They directly sent someone to sort out the villa.

Su An entered the room with black eyes, and passed out from exhaustion that night. When I woke up the next day, the heavy curtains blocked the sunlight, and the room was dark. Su An blinked slowly, and flew away sleepily, only to realize that something was wrong.

He looked around and raised his arms, only to realize that his hands were tied to his sides and he couldn't move.

Su An: "..."

Is this neurosis completely insane?

Su An struggled, but couldn't get away. He looked down and saw that He Xiran was sitting at the end of the bed in neat clothes, with some silver tools beside him that didn't look good.

"Uncle," Su An swallowed and said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw something on his ankle. A closer look revealed a lifelike blue butterfly painted on the ankle.

The wings flutter slightly, the posture is budding, and the beauty is like an elf.

Su An moved her feet, what is this.

He Xiran pressed his ankle and said lightly: "This place is very beautiful, suitable for getting a tattoo."

Su An only felt a chill in his bones, and subconsciously shrank back.

"Don't move." He Xiran raised her eyelids and looked at him.

He couldn't reason with mental illness, so Su An could only persuade him to act like a baby with him in a soft voice, pretending to be pitiful, trying to shake He Xiran's heart made of iron stone, "Uncle, I'm afraid of pain."

He Xiran gently stroked Su An's ankle, her movements were very gentle, "It will be over soon."

Cheng Suan stared at him with wide eyes, then shrank back in horror, his eyes were covered with a misty watery light, "Don't..."

He Xiran has already started to pick up tools.

Su An sobbed and sobbed for the whole time, and did not shed a few tears. He is actually not that sensitive to pain, this appearance is completely addicted to pretending to be good, and He Xiran only eats this.

The tattoos on the feet are from the hands of great painters, I don't know if they are worth much. Su An glanced at it from the corner of her eye, feeling quite pretty.

As expected of He Xiran, the best man he ever slept with.

Hee hee hee, write it down in the notebook again.

Su An's voice was already hoarse, and after crying for two hours, she was almost too dehydrated to speak. He Xiran wrapped up the wound, sighed, got up and gave him water.

Su An anxiously drank several sips, then looked at him aggrievedly, "I want to go to the bathroom."

His voice was ugly, he pursed his lips and lowered his head, his white forehead felt uncomfortable against the pillow.

He Xiran released his hand, picked up Su An and walked to the bathroom. Su An put his arm loosely on his shoulder, sniffed and asked, "Uncle, why is Shen Changxiu so afraid of you?"

At this meeting, he didn't forget to ask questions. He Xi burned a smile, and then quickly disappeared, understating, "Because he killed my sister."

Ha ha.

But Su An obediently did not speak. By now, he has basically collected all the evidence and figured out all the stories. But only, Su An still doesn't understand He Xiran.

Even Shen Changxiu has already confirmed that it is Chu He, so who is He Xiran who is feared by Shen Changxiu?

After Su An was taken to the toilet to solve his physical problems, He Xi let him sit by the bathtub, and gracefully went to the sink to wash his hands.

Su An's eyes shifted to his hands, the joints were distinct, and each knuckle was like the work of a sculptor who worked hard. He Xiran's hands are really beautiful. Just by looking at them, one can imagine how calm and rational the master is.

...an insult to calmness and rationality.

He Xiran carried him back to the bed, Su An had been obediently wrapping his neck around his neck, thinking that he would not be **** again, but who knew that He Xiran tore off his hand, and went so far Ribbons on the bed frame.

Su An's voice trembled, "Uncle, do you still want to tie me up?"

He Xiran said calmly, "If you don't tie me up, you will run away."

"..." Su An finally knew what Shen Changxiu meant when he said that he hadn't had an illness for thirty-seven years, and it would be even more terrifying once he had an illness. Hugging you."

He Xiran sighed helplessly, reached out to grab Su An's forearm, and seemed to want to tear it off. Su An was anxious, he raised his head and kissed her, sticking out his tongue and flicking around, mumbled: "Uncle, kiss me."

He tried his best to keep people, but He Xiran didn't move for a while. When Su An's heart was getting cold, one hand held the back of Su An's head from the back. He Xiran suddenly took control of the initiative and kissed Su An until he was suffocated.

Finally, another spring night sleep.

When she woke up again, Su An blinked blankly. He wanted to get up, but suddenly found that his hands were still tied to the bed, and the range of motion was only this bed.

He Xiran still tied him up, Su An's face was slightly distorted, and he almost laughed angrily.

Bai was **** by a dog man.

For several days in a row, apart from Su An's physical problems, He Xiran kept him locked on the bed. The villa is quiet and there are no servants. The only person Su An sees every day is He Xiran, and the only person he hears is He Xiran's voice.

He Xiran refused to give Su An everything such as TV, mobile phone and other news from the outside world. Only paper books can relieve boredom, and Su An finally toiled him for a long time before he was finally able to walk in the entire villa.

The day he walked out of the bedroom, Su An felt like he couldn't walk anymore. His legs were weak, and he stepped on the ground as if he was on a cloud. The living room was spacious and bright, with bright and clean windows. Su An was stunned for a moment. He turned around and smiled at He Xiran, "Uncle, I'm so happy."

He Xiran looked at him carefully, his expression was as happy as he said, without a trace of resentment against He Xiran or the desire to escape.

"Well," He Xiran's lips curled up easily, "Go eat."

The dinner table was already filled with sumptuous meals. Su An ate happily, with a bright smile on her lips. From time to time, she picked up some food with chopsticks for He Xiran, and then gave He Xiran a timid look in her eyes.

Su An's eyes have been practiced in front of the mirror many times in the past few days, and he can guarantee that he looks like he really fell in love with He Xiran. Will be shy because of his kiss, will be happy because of being with him.

"Uncle," after eating, Su An put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, blushing, "I can also cook, let me cook the next meal for you, okay?"

After He Xiran washed his hands, he took a towel to dry the water, but did not immediately agree.

Su An hugged his waist, and his height of 1.78 meters was almost sunken, "Uncle, I want you to **** cooking."

"Okay," He Xiran finally agreed, her heart softened, "Someone will send the materials in the afternoon."

Su An smiled and rolled her eyes, making a comparison in her heart.

With the first step back, can the next step be far behind?

That night, He Xiran ate the meals made by Su An himself. Although he didn't say anything, Su An noticed a subtle difference, and He Xiran's mood became visibly happier.

During the days when Su An was locked up, he uttered countless sweet words. His eyes are clean, his expression is serious, and he speaks as if he is confessing his true feelings, and he often blushes first.

Under this invisible sugar-coated shell, He Xiran's bottom line was lowered step by step. On Sunday, a sunny day, Su An was in a good mood and hummed a song. He bounced around and changed into a shirt worn by He Xiran. He was very satisfied when he looked in the mirror.

Aren't all men in the heart like this? He looked at himself in the mirror. He had long legs in a white shirt, a ruddy and shiny face, clean bones, and a long and thin body.

He wants to take He Xiran down completely today, and leave this **** mountain villa as soon as possible.

He Xiran was in the studio at this moment, when Su An came to the door of the studio, he stopped. After thinking about it, he crumpled the white shirt on his body before pushing the door open.

He Xiran was drawing with a cigarette in his mouth, when he heard the sound, he looked up, his eyes fixed and he couldn't move his eyes away.

Su An smiled shyly, walked in front of his canvas, and sat down next to the window, "Uncle, do you need a model today?"

White legs lightly stacked, smiling shyly. The fluffy hair was a little longer, covering Su An's eyebrows and eyes.

He Xiran's eyes dimmed, and he kept circling Su An's body. The boy was only wearing pure white underwear and one of his shirts, half concealed, clean and pure, smiling lively at He Xi.

The transparent windows behind reflect the colorful sunlight, and the black and white eyes are intersected, full of the smell of He Xiran.

There are also ambiguous traces of green and red left by He Xiran on his body.

He Xiran licked his dry lips, lowered his eyelids, took off the drawing board from the easel, and changed the drawing paper, "Lie on the sofa."

Su An walked over and saw the white lace gauze on the table beside him. His heart moved, and he took the lace gauze over.

When He Xiran raised his head again, he saw Su An lying on the sofa surrounded by only a layer of lace.

The shirt and underwear were casually thrown aside, Su An, the mannequin, finally fulfilled his duty.

Naked, half naked, he's done it all.

The picture itself is as hazy as a painting, the sun shines across Su An's body, and the lace hollows cast mottled shadows on the ground, so perfect that only the word "natural" remains.

He Xi lit the pen in her hand, and the tip of the pen stopped in front of the canvas.

At a distance of about three or four meters, the tall easel blocked half of He Xiran's face. Those eyes glanced at Su An and lowered his head, the years were quiet and silent.

This body painting lasted for four hours, and Su An was already lying on the sofa and was about to fall asleep. As the sun went from high to low, from bright to warm yellow, He Xiran suddenly said, "Okay."

Su An immediately regained his energy. After putting on his clothes, he ran to He Xiran's side, "Uncle, let me see what your painting looks like."

He Xiran put down the canvas so that he could not see it, "Go back and put on your pants."

Su An walked out reluctantly, and suddenly turned around when she reached the door: "Uncle, how about going out on a date next weekend?"

He twittered a lot, and listed out all the dating activities. Before he finished, He Xiran nodded, as if impatiently said: "Go out."

Su An obediently shut her mouth, and walked out with a smile on her face.

After he left, the studio returned to silence. He Xiran sat quietly for a moment, then lifted the cloth from the drawing board.

The drawing paper is blank, not drawn on.

He Xi lit a cigarette and looked in the direction of the window.

During those four hours, he was watching Su An.