Quick-wearing female supporting roles: the sickly villain is suicidal

Lan Shuang sighed: "Sure enough, it's better to be your own boss."

Jiang Lusheng just smiled and said nothing.

"Then what are your plans for a while?" Lan Shuang looked at him curiously with her chin propped on her hands.

"First check the company's emails and see the company's latest operations, then go to the gym for a workout, and finally go to the swimming pool for two laps, have lunch, and take a lunch break."

Lan Shuang nodded: "It's very regular."

She thought for a while and said, "I want to play the piano and play an instrument."

"There are all kinds of musical instruments in the musical instrument room. You can play whatever you want. If you don't have a suitable one, you can ask Uncle Qian to buy it."

"Okay, then I'll go and have a look."

The musical instrument room is on the first floor, just around the corner.

Lan Shuang pushed the door and entered, and was amazed by the scenery inside. There was a very large floor-to-ceiling window in the musical instrument room. Outside the window was a sea of ​​roses swaying in the wind.

Facing such beautiful scenery, it is easy to inspire people's creative inspiration.

The first one by the window was the piano. Lan Shuang opened the cover of the piano, raised her hand and pressed the black and white keys.

She has traveled through so many worlds, among other things, she is very familiar with the piano, she doesn't need to read the music score, she just played a piece from memory.

The sound of the piano was mellow and melodious, and the ups and downs were connected smoothly. The servants who were cleaning the living room stopped when they heard the sound, and looked in the direction of the musical instrument room curiously.

"Didn't you say that the lady was picked up from a remote place? Can she still play the piano?"

"You don't care so much, can we ask about the lady's affairs casually? But the lady plays really well!"

"Yeah, I don't know much about it, but it sounds pretty powerful."

After a while, the sound of the piano disappeared, and the sound of the violin sounded.

Immediately afterwards, it was replaced with a pipa, and Lan Shuang picked up all the commonly used instruments in the musical instrument room.

After playing enough, she came out and found that the servants at home looked at her differently, as if they were looking at some kind of genius.

Lan Shuang didn't explain. She saw that there was still a studio inside, and when she went in, she saw that the pens, inks and paints were all in place, so she simply painted a rose garden inside.

She was so absorbed in the painting that she even forgot the time, and she didn't come back to herself until her face turned cold.

She turned her head and saw that Jiang Lusheng was holding a glass of iced Coke in his hand.

"Drink some water? I heard from the servant that you have been here for an hour and you haven't drunk any water. Are you not thirsty?"

Not to mention that Lan Shuang hasn't found out yet, she just felt a little thirsty.

She licked her lips, took a couple of sips from the coke cup, and her sleepy mind was activated by the bubbles.

"Are you done?"

After she finished speaking, she noticed that Jiang Lusheng's hair was still a little wet. It seemed that he had just come out of the water. He was wrapped in a black bathrobe, and he was very relaxed.

"I just came out of the swimming pool. I searched around but didn't see you. Why are you hiding here?"

"Here, just draw whatever you want."

Jiang Lusheng looked at it and laughed, "Painting is very casual, but painting skills are not casual. I will have someone frame this painting another day."

"Huh? Where do you hang it?"

"My bedroom is too monotonous, and I need such a strong painting."

Lan Shuang glanced at the rose garden she painted, and it was indeed colorful. She smiled and took off the painting, "I'll give it to you."

Holding a Coke cup, she said, "Actually, I don't know what to do. There are no tasks in this world. I seem to have lost my goal all of a sudden."

"Think from another angle."

Jiang Lusheng came over and hugged her from behind. The two stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the clouds in the sky move slowly with the wind.

There was a faint fragrance of bathing on his body, and he wrapped Lanshuang tightly.

"You can do whatever you want, you don't have to be busy with other people's hatred anymore, the good time is yours, you can paint if you want to paint, play the piano if you want to, or you want to learn to drive, I can do it too Accompany you, now is the holiday, you can still go on a trip."

"Don't get caught up in the past, your future is still very long."

Jiang Lusheng's voice was gentle and mellow, and it was hard to resist when he was talking in his ear. Lan Shuang was silent for a while and sighed, "Now I really feel that you are a bit like my father."

Jiang Lusheng: "..."

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Lan Shuang smiled slyly, Jiang Lusheng gritted her teeth, pinched her face, "Dad?"

Lan Shuang broke free from his arms, and put the Coke on the table beside her, "Oh, okay, let's go eat."

She turned around and wanted to run, but Jiang Lusheng hugged her against the nearest wall.

"Why are you running? Dad hasn't finished talking yet."

Jiang Lusheng had a smile on his face, but a dangerous aura rushed over his face.

Lan Shuang struggled to her death, and leaned against his shoulder, "I'm joking with you, why are you serious?"

"Well, Dad is old and has a tendon."

Jiang Lusheng pressed her tightly against the wall, holding her two wrists with one hand, and the other frivolously landed on Lan Shuang's lips, pressing gently.

He didn't speak, just looked at her with burning eyes.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, Lan Shuang had the illusion of being kissed with his eyes.

"You don't—"

As soon as she opened her lips, she fell into a disadvantage, Jiang Lusheng.

Lan Shuang wanted to bite him, but he withdrew his hand first, and put on his own lips.

The sunshine in the studio was just right, the air conditioner was turned on lukewarm, and the smoke made people a little bit drunk. When they left, Lan Shuang's eyes and lips were red.

Jiang Lusheng pressed his forehead and asked her, "Are you still mad at Dad?"

Lan Shuang: "..."

This stalk can't pass.

"Ok?"

Jiang Lusheng came up to kiss her again, Lan Shuang quickly admitted her mistake, "Don't be angry, stop being angry, you are the best."

"You—" Jiang Lusheng stroked her hair and found it a bit messy, turned around and sat down on the chair beside her, patted her thigh, "Come here."

"What are you doing? Are you still punishing me?" Lan Shuang reflexively covered her mouth.

Jiang Lusheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'll comb your hair."

"Oh." Lan Shuang obediently went over and sat on Jiang Lusheng's lap. Jiang Lusheng took off her hair rope and helped her straighten her hair with his hands. He has done this kind of work many times, very skilled, and his movements are not light Not heavy, Lan Shuang narrowed her eyes so comfortably.

Jiang Lusheng tied her into a low ponytail with a hair tie, which didn't delay her action or affect her meal.

"Okay." He patted Lan Shuang's back, "Go eat."

Jiang Lusheng took the painting out to Uncle Qian, and Uncle Qian praised it for a long time, Lan Shuang felt embarrassed and buried her head in cooking.

In the next few days, Lan Shuang went to paint when she had nothing to do, and played the piano for a while when she was tired of painting. Later, she really couldn't take it easy, so she simply signed up for a driving school and went to take a driver's license test.

When Jiang Lusheng was free, he would take her to the shooting gym, to the boxing gym, to watch movies, and to climb mountains.

In half a month, Lan Shuang regained her vitality.