Su An still looked back.

However, that knight just now had already run thousands of miles away, leaving only a small black spot whose gender could not be discerned.

Shen Changxiu was also wearing a black riding suit, and the tailored high-end tailoring set off his figure like a Western European knight under the helmet. One of his slender hands rested lightly on Su An's shoulder, and he held it easily, "An An," looking down at Su An with his head down, narrowing his long and narrow eyes, "Who are you looking at?"

"Look at the man who just rode the horse." Cheng Su'an smiled shyly, "That man looks amazing."

When facing Shen Changxiu, Su An's nerves are always tense. The feelings that Shen Changxiu and Chu He gave him were quite different, but the occasional clues always gave Su An a depressing feeling of deja vu.

It is like Chu He, but not like Chu He.

"My equestrian skills are also good," Shen Changxiu smiled, "No one is born to be able to ride a horse, An Anduo just needs to practice."

Two horses were ahead, and the more docile one was for Su An. With the help of the racecourse coach, Su An got on the horse, and the coach hurriedly said: "Hold on!" and ran to the front to lead the horse.

After being led for a few steps, Su An gradually relaxed. There was a faint green in the distance, Su An asked curiously: "Is there a forest outside the racecourse?"

The coach of the racecourse skillfully introduced, "It's a forest, but it's a man-made forest. It's connected to the racecourse. Some customers feel that the racecourse is boring, and they can also go for a walk in the forest."

Su An: "That requires riding skills, right?"

"It's good to get familiar with it," the coach of the racecourse adjusted the direction, "it may be uncomfortable to go in for the first time, but it will be fine after a few more times. Basically, those who dare to run in have a certain foundation. If you are curious, I can draw I'll let you go in and take a walk."

Su An held the horse rope tightly, shook his head, "It's good here."

Along the way, Su An chatted with Shen Changxiu for a few days. Shen Changxiu was tight-knit and hardly let Su An get any useful information. Su An sighed Shen Changxiu's difficulty in his heart, and suddenly asked: "Brother-in-law, how did you and sister meet?"

Shen Changxiu squinted his eyes, as if he was remembering, and after a long time he was not sure: "It should be at a banquet."

Scumbag, forget about it yourself.

Su An: "Did brother-in-law fall in love with sister at first sight?"

Shen Changxiu smiled and said nothing.

Cheng Suan blinked, "Brother-in-law?"

"Su Qing is very beautiful," Shen Changxiu said slowly, "Many people will treat her preferentially because of her looks."

It's just that the character is a little bad.

Stupid, greedy, selfish. But Shen Changxiu seemed to be fine. The more Cheng Suqing was like this, the easier it was to obey him.

He changed the subject: "An'an, can you run twice?"

Su An accompanied Shen Changxiu around twice, always bringing the topic to Cheng Suqing and his ex-wife, but not much was found, and his mouth was dry and sweaty from the sun.

In the end, I couldn't hold on anymore, so I dismounted and ran into the rest room to replenish water and rest.

After a while, the door of the lounge was pushed open, Su An looked up, and someone came in again.

The man's body was still steaming with steam, and his footsteps were hurried. He took off his gloves and unbuttoned his clothes expressionlessly. On his pale neck, blood-red tattoos spread upwards, stained with sweat like a living thing.

Why is it He Xiran again.

Su An stepped back and hid herself behind the staff.

He Xiran sweated a lot, and her hair was wet with sweat. It can be seen from this that He Xiran is not a vampire. Where can a vampire come here to cool down like a stove?

A cautious thought suddenly popped up, could it be a mutant among vampires?

The staff hurriedly brought ice water and towels. Su An had enough rest. He didn't want to see He Xiran unprepared. He was just about to take advantage of the chaos and leave when the assistant next to He Xiran saw him. His eyes lit up, and he said loudly, "Student Cheng Su'an?"

When He Xiran heard the words, she immediately looked at Su An with a burst of enthusiasm. The gray-green in his eyes was evaporated into a light mist, and he accurately caught Su An in the crowd.

"Hello, Mr. He." Su An walked out from behind the staff, smiling awkwardly but politely, "Hello, Uncle Assistant."

"Hello little student," the assistant looked him up and down in surprise, "I didn't expect to meet you here again. This little student looks really good in riding clothes, isn't it boss?"

Su An shyly smiled, and glanced past He Xiran out of the corner of her eye.

He Xiran leaned on the sofa with her eyes closed, "Go get me a pack of cigarettes."

The assistant shrugged and left, and the staff in the lounge also left. In a blink of an eye, there were only the two of them left in the lounge.

In the quiet room, He Xiran's breathing was slightly heavier than usual. Su An paused, walked up to He Xiran and bent down, softening her voice, "Mr. He, did you and my brother-in-law take over the entire racecourse?"

He Xiran and Shen Changxiu were the only two people in the entire racecourse. In addition, when He Xiran called Shen Changxiu yesterday, Shen Changxiu's face was slightly gloomy. Su An felt that there was a high probability that He Xiran used some means to force Shen Changxiu to accept the relationship with him. on the same horse farm.

He Xiran is a painter and Shen Changxiu is a businessman, but He Xiran is more than just a simple painter now.

He Xiran still closed his eyes and hummed casually.

Su An's voice was sweetened, and each word was sweeter than the last, "I spoke to you yesterday in a bad tone, Mr. He, don't be angry."

He Xiran's chest heaved quietly, if he was not still alive, he would have thought it was a corpse.

Su An continued to speak, her eyes trembled slightly, and she looked a little uneasy, "After you said that to me on the rooftop, I was a little scared... This kind of thing is unusual, and my brother-in-law is also gentle and gentle on weekdays, unlike what you said Is there any misunderstanding between you?"

He Xiran said lightly: "He told you that I was sick."

"..." Su An was speechless. Shen Changxiu said such a thing, and he was suspected of lying, but, "Mr. He, may I ask, what kind of medicine did you take in the studio?"

He Xiran raised her eyes and raised her eyelids, "You don't believe me."

Cheng Suan closed his mouth.

You are an unfamiliar outsider, why do you ask others to listen to you instead of your brother-in-law?

The assistant knocked on the door and came in, delivering a pack of cigarettes. He Xiran calmly took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. The smoke sprayed all over Su An's face. Su An was choked up, coughing softly, sniffing his nose, and took a step back.

He Xiran smiled mockingly, Su An raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and gave He Xiran a light look, "Mr. He."

He Xi shook the soot, "What do you want to know?"

Su An's heart skipped a beat, and he fixedly looked at He Xiran.

He Xiran opened her thin lips lightly, took another breath of the cigarette, and let it out leisurely.

In a tense moment, Su An's lips were dry.

He licked his lips and glanced at the assistant. The assistant got up and walked out winkingly, "You guys continue talking, I'll go to the bathroom."

The door of the lounge closed again. Su An had many questions in his mind, but he swallowed them one by one. What He Xiran said has a very important premise, whether he is Chu He, and whether the words are true.

But apart from He Xiran himself, no one else would know who he was, whether he was telling lies or the truth.

Su An hesitated for a while, then lowered her voice: "You said that your brother-in-law killed your sister, is there any evidence?"

He Xiran glanced sideways out of the window, and Su An followed him sharply. Outside the window, the distant mountains were undulating, there were only a few people in the horse farm nearby, and the branches of the trees not far away were about to poke on the glass window.

He Xiran turned her head and said calmly, "No."

"..." Su An pulled out a hypocritical smile, "Uncle He, did you just play tricks on me?"

"I don't have any evidence, but it doesn't mean that the evidence doesn't exist." He Xiran's tone didn't change at all, and she looked up at his hand, and suddenly, "the wound is scarred."

Su An subconsciously glanced at his hand, a red mark that had been drawn had already formed a light red scar, lying across the soft palm, this place would often open and close, so it healed very slowly.

He Xiran glanced at He Xiran from the corner of his eye. He Xiran's cigarette was almost half burnt, and he was looking at the scar on Su An's hand intently, seeming to be engrossed.

Su An tentatively raised his hand, and He Xiran's gaze followed his hand and slowly raised it. Su An raised his eyebrows, and suddenly put his hand to his lips and licked it.

He Xiran paused, and finally put her eyes on his face, and looked at him quietly.

"Uncle He," Cheng Suan's eyes were pure curiosity, he tilted his head, "Is the blood delicious?"

He Xiran was smoking a cigarette, and seemed completely unmoved by Su An's actions. His slender legs were crossed, his riding boots were flat, and the word "calm" was written all over his hair.

Oh no, maybe it's the word "frigidity".

Su An's wound could still taste some blood, he frowned and put down his hands, and honestly commented: "It's quite unpalatable." There was a fishy smell.

The clock on the wall has gone fifteen minutes, and it's time for Su An to leave. He thought for a while, and asked the last question with a very sincere expression, "Uncle, I will call you Uncle, can you tell me sincerely, is it true what you said earlier that you are not mentally ill?"

He Xiran extinguished the cigarette, "Yes."

Su An smiled and thanked He Xiran and left.

A minute after he left, the assistant walked in cautiously, holding a glass of ice water in his hand. As soon as the water was put down, the assistant said in surprise, "Boss, why did your tattoo become darker again?"

He Xiran raised her neck backwards, closed her eyes and did not speak. His black hair brushed behind his ears, and on his slender neck, the pigeon blood tattoo that had gradually disappeared protruded from the neckline again.

It was just hot.

Now the heat faded, but the tattoo came out again.