He Xiran's heart beat slowly. But when he looked into Su An's shining eyes, he didn't feel very peaceful.

This is a very mysterious feeling. It was as if the person in front of him could affect his emotions and make him undergo some changes that he had never seen before.

Su An pushed him, with the strength in his hands like a cat scratching, "Let me go."

He Xiran's throat was itchy, he coughed lightly, looking at the small sparks in Su An's eyes, he felt some kind of evil thoughts popping up. He restrained himself forcefully, and calmly said to himself, you can't make people cry here.

"Take your sister away, it won't do me any good." Opened.

Su An stared, "Why is there no benefit? Assistant Chu likes my sister, and when you take my sister away, won't he work hard for you?"

The fool said one thing after another, "Uncle, think about it carefully. My sister is in the same predicament as Miss He now. You didn't save Miss He back then, 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 give a hundred reasons. However, no matter how much Su An said, He Xiran still looked like "I'm in a trance", Su An gave up on himself, "What do you want?"

"You're pretending to be stupid," He Xiran returned to his senses absently, "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 he used the trick he used 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, "Tears."

Su An: "..."

Fuck, absolutely.

The two walked towards the entrance of the hotel. When passing by the piano stage, Su Anduo took a look at the handsome pianist. He is so handsome. He likes men who can play 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. Ever since Cheng Suqing drove him away and said that to him, Su An couldn't ignore Cheng Suqing.

No matter what, I have to get my sister out safely, and don't leave it in Shen Changxiu's hands.

In fact, Su An did not reject having **** 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. It's good everywhere, but Su An's first experience was so fierce, which caused him to be in the emptiness period after the big fish and big meat, and his soul was washed again.

I just want to eat fast and chant Buddha, and I don't want to play with men.

He is both happy and frightened, but He Xiran only has the former. His abnormal behavior and behavior again and again, sincerely showed that he liked that feeling very much. Even for painting, he hasn't touched a brush for several days.

——For a person who lives in a studio, Su An really feels that this omen is not very good.

How can He Xiran be considered a successful man, it is impossible to fall in love with him after sleeping with him once, right?

Oh no, it is also possible.

After all he is so charming.

Sixty seconds red light.

He Xiran stopped the car, it would be the rush hour, and the traffic jam on the road seemed impenetrable at first glance.

Su An was secretly glad that this at least gave him time to think.

At least struggle to the death.

"Uncle," Su An lowered her head and pinned her fingernails, avoiding the question, "Can you help me? Help me pick up my sister, and I can give you money."

"Are you rich?" He Xiran's voice was a little cold.

"A little bit," Su An squeezed a centimeter away between his thumb and index finger, "Is that okay?"

That money was the money that He Xiran gave him when he did various "checks" before, heck, not counting the first three days, it was five million.

Su An recalled the money in the card, and looked at He Xiran with a layer of relief in his eyes.

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 was sure to sleep him.

…Stimulate.

Pass the red light and drive slowly. 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 was prominent, and Su An bit his Adam's apple jerky, "Uncle."

"Well," He Xiran held the back of his head, rubbed it lightly, pressed down, and said in a hoarse voice, "I agree."

Cheng Suqing woke up from the dream again, with an unpleasant smell of thick sweat. The suffocation in the dream gradually disappeared, and she got up tired and poured a glass of water.

A glass of water eased her tense emotions, Cheng Suqing caressed her lower abdomen, suddenly slapped her hard, and said viciously: "Bitch, who told you to come!"

She turned pale from the pain, and quickly rubbed her belly twice.

Cheng Suqing and Shen Changxiu had already torn their skins apart, she lived in the wolf's den as long as she lived in Shen's house. The scissors under the pillow were well hidden, Cheng Suqing had already made plans, if Shen Changxiu went too far, she would die with him at worst.

She told Su An that whether Chu Lin is alive or dead has nothing to do with them, but in fact, Cheng Suqing was already in chaos. in front of you.

Love and hate, the past with Chu Lin became a rope that bound her limbs, and Cheng Suqing was firmly shackled, and she couldn't break free.

It was her business to take revenge on Chu Lin, and only she could make Chu Lin feel miserable. When Shen Changxiu intervened, Cheng Suqing's mental state collapsed.

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 my stomach.

The next day, when the servant came in to clean the room, someone took the opportunity to give Cheng Suqing a note.

Cheng Suqing was puzzled, and opened the note when there was no one there. She shook her fingers and stood up abruptly in disbelief.

There is only a line of Chu Lin's handwriting on the top:

Ah Qing, wait for me to pick you up.

Su An was relieved to leave the matter to He Xiran.

He was brought back home by He Xiran, and lay down on the familiar bed again after a day, and the exhausted night passed. Early the next morning, He Xiran carried Su An, who was sleeping soundly, to the living room.

Su An's nightgown was loose, and it looked the same as if he hadn't. He Xiran hugged him on his lap and sat in the corner in front of the piano that was newly moved in this morning.

The man held his arm and jumped on the black and white keys, popping out bass notes one by one.

He Xi burned a cigarette in his mouth, the smoke was thick, he supported Su An's hand, and the sound of the broken piano slowly connected into a tune.

"It's so noisy." Su An's eyes were still closed, and his brows were furrowed, "Oh, so sleepy."

No matter how much he liked piano music, he hated it here. He wanted to pull out his hand, but his arm was weak and he was easily suppressed.

Su An struggled to open his eyes, his fine white teeth looming, "Are you sick, He Xiran?"

He Xiran pressed the key to extinguish the smoke, put Su An on it, and made a noise.

"Call Uncle." He Xiran ordered without mercy.

Su An couldn't hold back, opened his mouth and bit his finger hard, 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 screamed, "I'm not wearing any clothes!"

He Xiran kept walking, and even walked faster and faster.

Su An buried her in his neck and choked, pretending to cry, "Uncle, uncle."

"Good boy," He Xiran stopped at the door with a hoarse voice, "cry a few more times."

Su An: "..." At this moment, I have already figured out which grave to bury you in.

He remembered a sentence he said before.

— For a man like He Xiran, it is fun to play once, but he will die if he keeps playing.

Ideas became clearer than ever.

When Cheng Suqing finished this matter, he wanted to escape, so he ran away quickly.

When Su An finally came back to sit in the classroom, he felt as if he had passed away.

The deskmate looked at him worriedly, "Su An, why did you take so many days off in a row?"

"I'm sick," Su An slumped on the table tiredly, "Huang Shan, lend me a copy of your homework."

In playing the student, he hasn't given up on therapy.

Campus life will make people pure. Su An took a class in school for a day, and felt that the soul that had turned yellow had become pure again. During the big class break, the deskmate 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, muttering: "This is the first painting He Xiran drew this year. People in various magazines have published it for appreciation. Its level can stand shoulder to shoulder with his works of the previous two years. Hahaha, let’s see if those who said that He Xiranjiang’s talent is exhausted dare to say this now!”

"Is this painting well drawn?" Su An asked with blinking eyes, he couldn't see anything.

Huang Shan also hesitated and said: "Very well, otherwise why are those people so excited? As expected of He Xiran, it took a week or two to draw such a painting. He can earn what I can earn in a week or two. Unearned 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 that 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 highly complete painting in a short period of time, breaking the rumor that "I can't paint anymore".

But in the past few days, He Xiran didn't have time to take a paintbrush, all his time was spent on Su An. He didn't see any aura and noble spiritual thought of the painter in this painting, only saw the perfunctory brushstrokes and the quick work.

It seems that this old thing is out of the bottleneck period.

A thought suddenly flashed through Su An's mind, and he amused himself.

Couldn't it be because He Xiran couldn't draw even when he smoked, and then found out that he could draw after having **** with him.

Hahahaha, what the hell, help me, I can't help laughing.

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Su An: Hahahahahahahaha how is it possible hahaha