MTL - They are Chasing Me!-Chapter 5 hello uncle 05

Su An keeps grudges in mind and is serious about doing things. Now that he has decided to act, he must act meticulously. In order to perfect the performance the next day, he deliberately played with his mobile phone for two more hours before going to bed. When I got up the next day, I saw that my eyes were blue with worry, and my face was haggard, like a pitiful 1.78 meter white flower. It looked like I hadn't slept well all night.

Su An admired himself for a while, his face changed suddenly, and he went out the door in a daze.

Cheng Suqing happened to open the door, and bumped into Su An face to face, her expression faltered, but she frowned after seeing Su An's appearance clearly, and blurted out a reprimand, "Why do you look like you haven't woken up, what time did you go to bed last night?" I don’t care about the importance while you’re still in school, I think you can only sit at home and eat empty mountains after finishing high school.”

Su An raised his eyelids and glanced at Cheng Suqing, who had exquisite makeup, and blinked slowly, as if he had just recovered, and reluctantly said: "Sister."

The peach-colored eyeshadow in the corners of Cheng Suqing's eyes is like lotus after the rain. Her puff is heavy, or the light in the corridor is too cool, her face is unnaturally pale, and the blush and rich lipstick are too thick. At first glance it looks beautiful, but upon closer inspection it feels airtight.

Cheng Suqing is a beauty who conforms to the public's aesthetics. No one can deny her beauty. But such beauty became stiff and sharp under makeup, lifeless like a precious vase. But in fact, Cheng Suqing's bare face is very beautiful, at least in Su An's view, it is more exciting than heavy makeup, but since graduating from high school, Cheng Suan has never had a bare face.

She has to put on her makeup in front of the mirror more than a dozen times a day, and it takes an hour or two every morning just to put on makeup. Su An feels that this pursuit of appearance has reached the point of paranoia.

Cheng Suqing opened her mouth, suppressed what she wanted to say, frowned deeply, and said firmly: "Okay, let's go down to eat."

Su An nodded and went downstairs to eat, "Sister, you got up really early today."

"Well," Cheng Suqing brushed her hair back, "I have an appointment today, so I won't come back tonight. After dinner, you go back to your room, don't run around, it's not the same now, pay more attention to things, Don't make people laugh."

Su An: "I see."

Su An didn't dare to eat too much when eating, for fear that eating too much would damage his weak image. After coming to the school so cautiously, Huang Shan's jaw dropped when she saw him, "Su An, what's wrong with you?"

He looked up and down, worried, "Are you sick?"

Su An's voice was weak, "It's a little uncomfortable."

Huang Shan hurriedly asked him to rest on the table, and when the bell rang at eight o'clock in the morning, the head teacher hurried as usual: "Cheng Su'an—"

Su An pursed his lips and wanted to get up, Huang Shan hurriedly pushed him down, and stood up by himself, "Teacher, Cheng Su'an is not feeling well, if you want someone to help, why don't you let me go?"

The homeroom teacher was surprised, and took a closer look at Cheng Su'an, his complexion was indeed not good. He thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, you can come with the teacher."

But less than ten minutes into the first class, Huang Shan returned to the classroom with a dazed expression, and said to Su An in a low voice, "Su An, you went to run errands for He Xiran yesterday."

As soon as he was brought in front of He Xiran by the teacher, he was not surprised yet. He Xiran had already glanced at him indifferently, and asked the class teacher, "Where's Cheng Suan?"

Huang Shan answered first: "Teacher, Su An is not feeling well, can I help you?"

Just one look at He Xiran's icy eyes made Huang Shan chill under the sun, "No need."

"I was brought back by the head teacher." Huang Shan hugged herself and shuddered, and said to herself, "Su An, you don't know the way He Xiran looked at me at the end. It was so scary that even the teacher didn't dare to look at me." say."

After finishing speaking, he hit another Jingling.

Su An blinked: "Is he in a bad mood?"

Huang Shan nodded and said affirmatively: "It's very bad."

Knowing that He Xiran was in a bad mood, Su An even played the image of the frightened little pitiful person to the bone marrow. She didn't go outside for a whole morning except to go to the toilet, for fear of running into He Xiran.

But be careful, he still met He Xiran when he was eating at noon. Accompanied by a group of leaders, He Xiran walked towards the restaurant, and happened to glance around, and happened to meet Su An's eyes.

Su An's heart trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his head. Looking up after a few seconds, He Xiran was still looking straight at him. The man's face was expressionless, and his footsteps were still. The people around him asked attentively, "Mr. He, what's the matter?"

He Xiran's eyes were too oppressive, Su An hurriedly took two mouthfuls of rice, turned around and ran away with the plate in hand.

All the way to the rooftop.

Just after finishing eating, the door of the rooftop was pushed open, Su An looked back and saw that it was He Xiran.

He Xiran was wearing black clothes today, and under the noon sun, it added a sense of danger to the silent black. He looked at Su An, and gently pushed the door of the rooftop, and the door closed with a loud bang.

Su An's face turned pale, "He, Mr. He..."

He actually caught up.

He Xiran looked at him calmly, narrowing his eyes slightly behind his hair, "Are you sick?"

Su An took a step back, grabbed the railing behind him with his backhand, his crow-black eyelashes were trembling, "Yes, I'm a little uncomfortable."

The corners of his mouth drooped, his eyes dodged, he was lying, and his address changed accordingly.

He Xi lit a cigarette, and smoke rings floated around his fingers, "Because I sucked your blood yesterday?"

With a calm question, his leather shoes took a step forward.

Su An opened his mouth, his voice was like a mosquito, "No."

"Are you afraid of me?" He took another step forward.

He Xiran pressed on every step of the way, and Su An was forced to the dead corner of the roof railing. The triangular guardrails tightly blocked the roads on his left and right sides. From a distance, He Xiran only had the word tall, but when he got closer, he could truly feel the impenetrable shadow. Su An was forced to lean back, his waist was soft, folded to the limit, half of his body was already sticking out of the guardrail.

"Mr. He," Su An didn't dare to look at him, and said evasively, "You misunderstood."

He Xiran bent down slightly, looking at Su An's expression probingly, his black curly hair slipped to the sides, revealing his beautiful eyes that were so inorganic.

After a few seconds, he affirmed: "You are afraid of me."

... This man is really superb.

Su An's lips parted, and he lowered his head after a while.

He Xiran took a puff of cigarette, the fire burned up an inch, and then slowly sprayed smoke towards Su An, "Cheng Suan." He said the name from light to heavy, "I didn't intend to scare you last night."

Su An's fingers gripping the silver iron railing were already turning white, he hesitated to organize his words, "No, Mr. He, I..."

A gust of sultry summer wind suddenly blew up, blowing the plastic water bottle at Su An's feet a few meters away.

"Mr. He," hesitated to speak, "Are you out of your mind?"

Su An asked sincerely and loudly.

He Xiran's expression remained the same, but his eyes became a little more dangerous, "Is my brain sick?"

He bent over and approached, "Who told you this sentence."

Standing on her heels, Su An tried to distance herself from He Xiran, "This..."

"Shen Changxiu," He Xiran stood up straight, and there was a thunder on the ground, "What Shen Changxiu told you."

Su An was taken aback.

He Xiran was very calm. He calmly extinguished his half-puffed cigarette, "Shen Changxiu said I was sick, so you believed him?"

Su An's mind froze, "Did he say something wrong?"

He Xiran: "He should not only say that I am sick, but also that my sister is also sick."

Su An: "..."

really.

There were a few traces of smile in He Xiran's eyes, but this smile was too cold and indifferent, it was like the smile of an executioner with a knife in his face, "This is a trick he often plays," he coughed, hooked Lifting Su An's chin, "He lied to you with me. You are a smart boy, you should think about why he lied to you."

Cheng Su'an frowned: "He is my brother-in-law," pushed He Xiran's hand away, holding back his anger, "Mr. He, you can't just say such things casually."

He Xiran coughed again, and her curly hair was blown by the wind, "I didn't just say it casually, Shen Changxiu used this reason to kill my sister He Feiyu two months ago."

Su An's fingers shook, revealing her real shock.

What? !

He Xiran and Shen Changxiu dragged Su An into a huge vortex with two sets of completely different words but with the same goal.

There is a lie about mental illness involved, and the death of He Feiyu.

Did He Feiyu suffer from an accidental illness and die as Shen Changxiu said? Or was it framed to death by Shen Changxiu as He Xiran said?

Su An didn't know.

The secrets these two people hid one by one, but they didn't seem to care about him at all, they just met a few times and knew each other for a few days, so they could tell him one or the other secrets.

That in itself is an odd point isn't it?

Su An's mind was in a mess, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to use the rules of the world to force them to tell everything.

I don't understand, there is no sign, so he doesn't know where to start if he wants to start.

Well, the question goes back to the most basic step, He Xiran and Shen Changxiu, who is the liar?

Su An sat in silence for a while, and the silence spread: "..."

After a while, he rubbed the base of his nose, put on the glasses in the drawer, and randomly pulled out a piece of paper to deduce.

Even if the news is confusing, he is still very happy to get the news. As long as there is progress, Su An can hold his breath.

Leaving aside other things for now, let's just talk about He Feiyu. Su An didn't know the details of the incident. He searched the Internet for a long time last night, but he didn't find any news about "He Feiyu", "Mrs. Shen's Group", or "Shen Changxiu's ex-wife" , not to mention death reports.

However, Su An was not disappointed. A wealthy family is not in the entertainment industry. Undercurrents often surge under the deep sea, and it is difficult to obtain deeper information on the bright side.

Su An could not know the scene of He Feiyu's death, nor could he deduce it. It can only be deduced in reverse, using "Shen Changxiu said he didn't lie" to prove which of the two of them is true and which is false.

If Shen Changxiu did not lie, and He Feiyu was indeed ill, then the most direct question would come. Since Shen Changxiu knew that He Feiyu was ill, it would be very difficult for a wealthy family like this to hire one or two private nurses to accompany He Feiyu at any time. simple thing. Looking at the cabinets full of medicines in He Feiyu's room, one can know how much He Feiyu cares about her own life.

For such a life-threatening person, it should be easy and acceptable to be protected by a nurse, and it is even possible for several cautious nurses to accompany her at the same time. So what kind of accident can make her die on the spot when she gets sick? And what did the nurses do when she was ill?

If Shen Changxiu lied...Su An's eyes flashed, it was also the medicine in that room, who would Shen Changxiu want to show.

Neither Shen Changxiu nor He Xiran could fully believe what they said. Su An returned to the bed, and when he closed his eyes, he suddenly thought, why didn't he ask Cheng Suqing.

Isn't it easier for her to get information about He Feiyu's death than him?

That's right, Su An sat up suddenly, her eyes lit up, why don't you ask her.

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