Ch15 - Hello Uncle (15) — Help, Can’t stop Laughing

He Xiran’s heart beat slowly. But when he looked at Su An’s bright eyes, he actually didn’t feel very calm.

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

Su An pushed him with the strength of his hand like a cat scratching, “Let go of me.”

He Xiran’s throat was itchy, and he coughed lightly, then he looked at small sparks in Su An’s eyes, and felt that some kind of evil thought came up. He forcibly restrained and said calmly to himself, you can’t make this person cry here.

“Taking your sister away, won’t do me any good.” He said.

Su An’s eyes widened, “How can there be no benefit? Special Assistant Chu likes my sister. When you take my sister away, won’t he work hard for you?” 

Then a set of words followed to fool people, “Uncle, think about it seriously. My sister is in the same predicament as Ms. He. You didn’t rescue Ms. He, 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 say a hundred reasons. 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 absentmindedly returned to his senses, “Before getting home, come up with a reason for me agree to this loss-making business.”

Su An’s eyes were red, and he used the same trick he used to deal with Shen Zhangxiu, “Uncle, don’t do this.”

He Xiran pinched his cheeks, and there seemed to be a faint mockery in his eyes, “Where are the tears?”

Su An: “…”

D#mn it, really.

The two walked towards the door of the hotel, and when they passed the piano stage, Su An glanced at the handsome pianist. So handsome, he likes men who have substance and 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. Since Cheng Suqing drove him away and said something like that to him, Su An couldn’t ignore Cheng Suqing.

No matter what, he has to pick up his sister safely. He can’t leave her in Shen Zhangxiu’s hands.

In fact, Su An doesn’t reject rolling in bed with He Xiran.

He Xiran is handsome and has an excellent figure. Su An likes his mixed-race eyes very much, the shades will change as if they were covered with a mysterious veil. Anywhere is good, but Su An’s first experience is so fierce, which caused his whole person to be in a period of emptiness after having a lavish meal, and his soul has been washed again. 

He merely wants to abstain from eating meat and pray to Buddha, and doesn’t want to play with men.

He was happy and scared. He Xiran is complete only the former. Again and again, his unusual bearing and action was a genuine sign that he liked it. Even with the painting, he has not touched the brush for days.

——For a person who even lived in the studio, Su An really felt that this omen was not very good.

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

Oh no, it’s also possible.

He is so charming after all.

Sixty seconds red light.

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At the very least try to have a final struggle.

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“Are you rich?” He Xiran’s voice was a little cold. 

“There is a little bit,” Su An pinched a distance of one centimeter between his thumb and index finger, “Is it okay?”

That money was still the money He Xiran gave him when he did various “inspections” before. Hai, counting the first three days, it was five million.

Su An recalled the money in the card. Seeing He Xiran’s eyes that couldn’t help but brought a layer of relief.

The person is stupid and have a lot of money. This is the second advantage of He Xiran apart from being handsome. 

He added softly, “A few million, is that enough?”

He Xiran didn’t even think about it, “Not enough.”

Su An: “…”

This is definitely asking to sleep with him. 

…exciting.

The red light is over, and the car moves slowly. When the car was blocked again, Su An propped 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 protruded, and Su An bit his adam’s apple somewhat shaky, “Uncle.”

“En.” He Xiran held the back of his head, and rubbed it lightly. Pressing him down, he said in a hoarse voice, “I promise.” 

…

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

After taking a glass of water, her tense emotions were eased. Cheng Suqing stroked her lower abdomen, and suddenly slapped down heavily, and said viciously: “B!tch, who told you to come!”

Her face twisted in pain, and she quickly rubbed her stomach twice. 

Cheng Suqing and Shen Zhangxiu had already torn their faces. She now lived in the Shen house, like living in the wolf’s den. The scissors under the pillow are hidden tightly. Cheng Suqing already has plans, if Shen Zhangxiu goes too far again, worst comes to worst, she will die with him.

She told Su An that whether Chu Lin was alive or dead had nothing to do with them, but in fact, Cheng Suqing was already in chaos. She and Chu Lin had been entangled for a lifetime. No matter if it’s me or you who made mistakes, Cheng Suqing never expected that Chu Lin would disappear before her eyes.

Love and hate, the past with Chu Lin has become a rope that binds her limbs. Tightly like a shackle. Cheng Suqing can’t break free.

It was her business to get revenge on Chu Lin, and she was the only one who could make Chu Lin feel the pain. 

If 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 thing she’s sorry for is the child in her womb.

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

Cheng Suqing was puzzled. When no one was around, she opened the note and read it. Her fingers shook, and she jumped up in disbelief. 

Above it is only a line with a handwriting from Chu Lin:

Ah Qing, wait for me to pick you up.

…

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

He was brought home by He Xiran, and after another day, he lay on the familiar bed again, and a tired night had passed. Early the next morning, He Xiran carried Su An, who was drowsy, to the living room.

Su An’s nightgown was loose, as if wearing it is the same as wearing nothing. He Xiran held him on his lap and sat in the corner in front of the piano that had just moved in this morning.

His arm was held by the man, jumping on the black and white keys and playing a bass.

He Xiran had a cigarette in his mouth, the smoke was thick, then he held Su An’s hand, and the broken piano sound slowly connected into a tune. 

“it’s so noisy,” Su An’s eyes were still closed, and his brows furrowed, “Wu, so sleepy.”

No matter how much he likes piano music, this child hates it. He wanted to pull out his hand, but his arm was weak and easily suppressed.

Su An opened his eyes with difficulty, and his fine white teeth appeared, “Are you sick, He Xiran?”

He Xiran pressed his smoke on the piano keys, then put Su An on it, causing a loud noise. 

“Call uncle.” He Xiran ordered without mercy.

Su An couldn’t hold back anymore. He opened his mouth and bit his finger fiercely, stinky uncle.

His legs trembled, “Uncle, I have to go to class today.”

Uncle He paused, he picked him up, and then he walked towards the door. Su An exclaimed, “I have no clothes on!” 

He Xiran kept walking, even faster and faster.

Su An buried in his neck choking, and fake crying, “Uncle, uncle.”

“Be good,” He Xiran stopped at the door, and with a hoarse voice, then he said, “Cry two more times.”

Su An: “…” At this instant, I have already thought of which grave to bury you in. 

He remembered something he had said before.

——A man like He Xiran is fun to play once, but if you keep playing, you will die.

His thoughts have never been clearer.

When the matter of Cheng Suqing is finished, he wants to escape. Hurry up and escape. 

…

When Su An finally returned to sit in the classroom, he unexpectedly felt as if a lifetime had already past.

His tablemate looked at him worriedly, “Su An, why have you taken so many days off in a row?”

“I’m sick,” Su An tiredly slumped on the table, “Huang Shan, lend me a copy of the homework.” 

In terms of acting as a student, he hasn’t given up on the treatment.

Campus life will make people pure. Su An just went to school for a day, and felt that his yellowish soul had become pure again. During the big break, his tablemate suddenly exclaimed, “Su An, He Xiran’s painting for the school is finished.”

Su An leaned over, and his tablemate flips through the school forum posts, and babbles: “This is the first painting that He Xiran painted this year. Various magazines have long published their appreciation. It is generally believed that this painting has played up to the level of He Xiran, and can stand alongside his works from the previous two years. Hahaha, see, before they speak that He Xiran has long exhausted his talent, dare they say this now! 

“Is this painting good?” Su An blinked and asked, he couldn’t see anything.

Huang Shan also hesitated: “It’s very good, otherwise, why are those people so excited? As expected of He Xiran, it took a week or two to draw such a painting. In a week or two, people can earn money that I would never earn in a lifetime.”

Su An looked at the painting on the screen with complicated eyes.

No, this painting was not made for a week or two at all. The painting He Xiran painted for the school before was not this painting at all. Then there is only one explanation, he gave up the previous one, and completed a painting  with a high degree of perfection and broke off the rumor that “he would never be able to paint again”. 

But these few days, where does He Xiran still have time to take a paintbrush, when all of his time was spent on Su An. In this painting, he did not see any aura or the noble’s painter’s thoughts, only the perfunctory brush strokes and the swipe of a brush.

It looks like this old bastard has come out of his bottle neck period.

An idea suddenly flashed in Su An’s mind, then he couldn’t help but laugh.

It couldn’t be that since he still couldn’t draw anything despite smoking, he found that he could now draw a picture after rolling in bed with him. 

Hahahaha, what the hell, help, can’t stop laughing.