Ch11 - Hello Uncle (11) — Shameless
Su An didn't immediately take out his mobile phone to call 110 and call the police because of the contract that will give him 10,000 yuan.
A penny can't buy a hero. After he hired a private investigator and sent the drug for testing, the only thing left with him was a suitcase and two catties of clothes.
Just touch, just touch. I don't ask for much, just give me money.
Su An's face is thick, and he feels completely numb to He Xiran's touch. He has to pretend to be pure, so his eyes turned flexibly, and he finally settled on the trash can.
There is only a half cigarette that He Xiran had just thrown in. With sharp eyes, Su An caught a glimpse of a picture drawn on the cigarette.
Drawn on the pure white threaded paper was a woman with her head up looking for help. She has no facial features, only a smooth line of profile. Her long hair hangs down to the end of the cigarette, and when the sparks burn to the end, it will swallow the woman along with her hair.
The metaphor was faint, and Su An's mind instantly flashed two names.
Cheng Suqing.
He Feiyu.
He was in a trance for a moment, and when He Xiran's fingertips suddenly slid over the back of Su An's hand, Su An was startled. His hand suddenly loosened, and his tucked jacket fell back to his waist.
He Xiran raised his eyes, the clothes had covered his hand. Then with one hand, he holds it up high.
"Mr. He," Cheng Su'an looked at him innocently, and with his small blushing face, he said, "Is it good?"
He Xiran calmly said: "You interrupted my inspection progress."
"I'm sorry," Su An deflated and he lifted up his shirt again, "I will tug it properly this time."
But he secretly cursed a hundred times shamelessly.
Where are your hands touching...hiss.
He secretly raised his eyes and looked at the man.
He Xiran's focused appearance is very deceptive. He's like a god descending on earth, and the indifference on his face easily gives others a mentality of "be grateful for being touched by him". But Su An felt that he was very dangerous. If it weren't for finding Chu He, he wouldn't be close to He Xiran.
He Xiran, of course, is the best quality, and playing with such a man once in a while is exciting, but he will die if he keeps playing. He Xiran is not an easy-going type, while Su An's heart is as strong as iron. No matter how handsome his face is, he can't make waves.
"Ah," He Xiran suddenly used force, and Su An screamed a bit and hid back, "Mr. He!"
He Xiran retracted his hand and said lightly: "Go to the studio."
Su An put down his clothes, and his neck flushed, "Good."
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Shen Zhangxiu's power is not something a student like Chang Su'an could shake. Su An originally wanted to reach a cooperative relationship with He Xiran, so that He Xiran could temporarily guarantee his safety. But when he finished painting, He Xiran did not give him a definite answer.
