They are Chasing Me!

Really? I do not believe.

Su An timidly followed He Xiran out of the school gate, and the Shen family's car was already waiting by the side. Because Su An was on duty tonight, there were not many cars waiting at the school gate at this time. Uncle Zhang poked his head out of the car window and waved his hand courteously: "Young master, here!"

Su An smiled stiffly at He Xiran, with the panic still remaining in her eyes, "Mr. He, goodbye."

In Su An's eyes, He Xiran's meeting has become a half-human, half-ghost thing. His blood vessels and neck are coveted by him. Su An only wishes to get as far away from him as possible. But when he was bent on leaving, He Xiran blocked Su An's way.

Cheng Suan turned in another direction, but was blocked by He Xiran again. He finally raised his head, and the half-grown boy was bullied so much that he wanted to cry, "What are you doing?"

He Xiran squinted at him.

Su An was blessed in his heart for a moment, and scolded the dog man in his heart, "... goodbye, uncle."

He Xiran turned sideways and got out of the way.

Uncle Zhang drove Su An out of the school, and from the corner of his eye he looked back, "Is that young master's friend?"

Su An paused, shook his head, and pretended to be curious: "Does Uncle Zhang know Mr. He?"

"No, no, no, I don't know." Uncle Zhang shook his head anxiously, then smiled awkwardly, "How can I know such a person."

It's not surprising that Uncle Zhang knows He Xiran, but it's strange that he doesn't know him.

Su An took the mineral water on the side, changed the subject and said, "Uncle Zhang, how many years have you worked for brother-in-law?"

Uncle Zhang did the math, "It's been eight years."

It's been eight years, and it's been Shen Changxiu's first marriage, but he said that he doesn't know the bride's brother.

Su An blinked, "It's been a long time. Uncle Zhang must have known a lot of stories after staying in Shen's house for such a long time. Actually, I've always been curious. My brother-in-law is already in his thirties, has he never been in a relationship before? "

Uncle Zhang was sweating while holding the steering wheel. Taking advantage of the gap between the traffic lights, he took out a piece of paper and kept wiping off the sweat and oil from his temples. He said vaguely, "Isn't this all about meeting Miss Cheng?"

He secretly looked into the rearview mirror, young master Cheng Su'an sitting in the back seat had a normal expression, with a bit of curiosity, he should just ask casually.

Uncle Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, and kept sending good words, "Miss Cheng and our husband are a perfect match, and the old moon in the sky has to hold the red thread by hand."

Cheng Su'an smiled and rolled his eyes, responding to Uncle Zhang's words, "My sister and brother-in-law are destined by fate."

Uncle Zhang didn't dare to hide it, so he told Shen Changxiu about Su An's contact with He Xiran that night, and Shen Changxiu called Su An into his study after get off work.

The air conditioner was as low as nineteen degrees, and the cold wind was blowing. The cooling effect of Shen's air conditioner was unexpectedly good.

"I heard that you became He Xiran's model?" Shen Changxiu asked with a smile as he untied his tie.

Su An nodded obediently while holding the juice.

"This job is very hard," Shen Changxiu said in a gentle tone, with kind persuasion from the elders, "You are still in school, so you shouldn't waste your time at this time."

Su An lowered her head when she was told, "Brother-in-law, I didn't delay my schoolwork..."

Shen Changxiu looked at him like this, and his tone became more gentle, "An An, don't be afraid, look up at brother-in-law, brother-in-law didn't mean that you did something wrong."

Su An raised his head and looked at Shen Changxiu evasively, with fear and apprehension intertwined on his young face.

Shen Changxiu threw his suit jacket on the sofa aside, touched Su An's hair, "Why do you want to be a mannequin?"

Su An's eyes flashed, and she said excitedly: "Brother-in-law, Mr. He is a very good painter. I am very happy to be a model for him."

Shen Changxiu suddenly realized, "So I like Painter He Da."

He gently ran down Su An's hair and touched the back of her fair neck.

Su An shrunk her neck and tightly clenched the juice, "Brother-in-law?"

Shen Changxiu is not human, is he?

The thick callused fingers turned red, Shen Changxiu narrowed his eyes comfortably, and then his smile deepened, "Speaking of which, He Xiran and I are old acquaintances."

Cheng Su'an was indeed distracted, "Brother-in-law also knows Mr. He?"

"We have had a friendship for several years," Shen Changxiu recalled, "An'an, a powerful person has a bit of his own temper. The same is true for He Xiran. You haven't experienced it, so you may not be able to bear it."

Cheng Suan pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Shen Changxiu sighed helplessly, stood up straight, "Follow me."

Su An followed him out of the study room. The housekeeper was already waiting at the stairs on the second floor, holding a long bunch of keys in his hand. Under Shen Changxiu's signal, he opened the innermost closed room on the second floor.

Su An's heart speeded up slightly, he had long wanted to know what was in these rooms. Except for Shen Changxiu's conference room and study room on the second floor, the rest of the rooms were locked and no one else was allowed to enter. In order not to lose his composure, he looked down at the juice in the glass and pricked up his ears.

Shen Changxiu took the key and led Su An into the room.

This room is on the second floor. Su An thought it was an abandoned studio or storage room, but he didn't expect it to be a bedroom.

The fabric ceiling reveals the luxury of Nordic style, lace, pearls, and thick folds, which have the gorgeousness of the world's nobles in Europe.

The lights were dim, and Shen Changxiu didn't turn on the light. Su An browsed the room, and He Feiyu's name naturally appeared in his mind.

Although this style does not match the gentle feeling He Feiyu gave him, but He Feiyu's father is Irish, and there are reasons for liking this style.

Just why did Shen Changxiu bring him here?

"An'an," Shen Changxiu walked skillfully in this room, leading Su An through the lace-covered wardrobe and the brightly colored bed, "Do you want to know how brother-in-law knows Mr. He?"

Su An said honestly: "I want to."

"Mr. He has a younger sister." Shen Changxiu's deep voice seemed to be telling a fairy tale, "His younger sister married me and became my wife."

"..." Su An's eyes widened, and he actually said it!

"Brother-in-law is wrong, it should be his ex-wife," Shen Changxiu laughed a few times, and then suddenly sighed heavily, "Two months ago, Mr. He's sister died in an accident, An An, you want to know how she died Is it?"

Su An's throat tightened, "Brother-in-law..."

Shen Changxiu took him to a set of glass cabinets and comforted him: "Don't be afraid."

The glass cabinet needed a key to open, after a few whispers, Su An looked up and saw the cabinet full of white medicine bottles. The appearance of these medicines is the same as the bottle of medicine that He Xiran took in the studio.

The old pervert behind him held Su An's hand and took out a bottle of medicine, and whispered, "An An, look."

The medicine bottle was turned to the front, and the name of the medicine on it was complicated and long. Su An tried hard to see the function of the bottom, only then did he know that the bottle was a tranquilizer.

Shen Changxiu put down the bottle of medicine and brought another bottle, which was an inhibitor.

What diseases need to take these medicines?

Su An's ear was heavy, and Shen Changxiu approached and said, "My ex-wife has to take this kind of medicine every day. The disease tortures her all the time. However, a strong soul and sufficient medicine can't suppress the disease. Two months ago, she died because of He fell ill and died unexpectedly."

Dust floated in the room that had been dusty for a long time, only Shen Changxiu's voice remained.

"These two are medicines for treating mental illness." Shen Changxiu picked up one of the bottles. "She has a mental illness, a mental illness. She will go crazy for no reason. During the onset, her mental state will close herself and violently reject all No one can give her a sense of security except her lover. In contrast, she will develop a pathological dependence on her lover, and then screw up everything, just so that her lover can be by her side."

There was a strong sense of exhaustion in Shen Changxiu's words, "After I married her, Fei Yu's illness became more and more serious."

Su An swallowed, looked up, and saw Shen Changxiu's reflection on the glass cabinet.

Shen Changxiu seemed to realize that he was looking at him. He looked at Su An from the glass cabinet, his brows and eyes were worried, "An An, this disease is a mental illness inherited from the He family. My ex-wife has it. Of course, He Xiran may have it too." .”

"If he is really in an unstable state like Feiyu, you will only encounter danger when you are by his side."

Cheng Su'an seemed to be frightened by his words, and said in a daze: "But Mr. He seems very calm—"

"The more this is the case, the more you need to pay attention." Shen Changxiu interrupted Su An, "He Xiran has not had a single illness in thirty-seven years. If he really goes crazy, it will be much more terrifying than ordinary patients. .”

He frightened Su An into a daze, and Su An went back to the room in a daze, closing the door before putting away his expression.

There is too much information in Shen Changxiu's words, he is not at all worried that Su An will know the news that he was married. Since he is so calm, it shows that this news is of little value.

He Feiyu, a family hereditary mental illness, He Xiran.

Su An got up and reviewed the information obtained so far through time travel. What Shen Changxiu said to him tonight was very important, it seemed to have solved part of the puzzle, and it seemed to have added a new fog.

Su An didn't know what happened to He Feiyu, but He Xiran was also mentally ill?

Not too possible.

He Xiran really doesn't look sick. He even refrains from smoking, and the words calm and rigid are written all over his body. How could a person like him have a genetic disease full of crazy genes?

Does drinking blood count as a manifestation of the disease?

Su An rubbed his forehead with a headache, it could not be ruled out that Shen Changxiu was just scaring him, maybe because he didn't want Su An to continue to contact He Xiran.

After much deliberation, Su An circled the names "Shen Changxiu" and "He Xiran" on the paper.

Focusing on He Xiran's name, he thought to forget it, even if He Xiran is really mentally ill, he won't be as ill as Shen Changxiu said one day.

But you can use your tricks and try the trick of chasing me and running away with He Xiran tomorrow to see how He Xiran reacts.

Su An touched her smooth chin, and burned the paper to ashes with a lighter.

The flames burned to the top.

Find Chu He, and after finding him, you have to find a way to get Chu He to send him home.

The solution must always be obtained from Chu He. Now that he doesn't know who Chu He is, he should accept all the information that comes to him. The black mist that covered the people around him always had its end connected to Chu He.

Follow the vine to touch the melon, and then touch it to see if it can threaten the melon, so as to make the melon obedient.