The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Cheng Lang had just suffered from Lu Ansen's embarrassment, and now he was underestimated by Lu Ansen's mother, and he was in a terrible mood.When did he get so down that he needed someone to introduce him to business?With his market conditions and his ability, he can be prosperous for ten or eight years.Mrs. Lu's words are too good for her, right?

What an unpleasant elder.

And the unlovable son!

Cheng Lang glanced at the man who was far away from him from the corner of his eye. When he arrived, he looked away and refused to look at him directly.The fire in his heart was slowly rising, and he couldn't help thinking: What do you mean?When your mother said something like that, you didn't know how to smooth things over. Standing on the sidelines is no different from helping the evildoer!

Arrogant!

Look down on people like your mother!

Hmph, you still refuse to guide him, do you think he is rare?

What a damn thing!

Cheng Lang felt that the Lu family's mother and son were deceiving too much, especially the character of the son Lu Ansen was completely inversely proportional to his appearance.

He stepped forward and put his arms around his mother's waist. Because he was in a really bad mood, he opened his mouth unceremoniously: "Thank you, Auntie, for your kindness. My market is very good now. There are a lot of people queuing up to invite me to perform, and I can't handle it. Of course , if your company needs piano performances, I will give you some preferential treatment."

Sun Ying: "..."

Was she slapped in the face?

I kindly introduced him to business and gave him some money, but they kindly treated him like a donkey!

The son of little goblin Cheng looks quiet and introverted, but unexpectedly he has a lot of thoughts and a good tongue, he is a master of eloquence.

Sun Ying couldn't think of how to fight back for a while, so she could only look at her son for help.Fortunately, she had the foresight to bring her son as a flower protector.My son is a tyrant in the business world, so if you don't talk about it, it's like a knife, and it will definitely cut the Cheng family boy's mouth to pieces.

The savior Lu Ansen looked at his mother's little eyes asking for help, feeling very helpless.

To be honest, he didn't think there was any point in taking advantage of such a trivial matter.However, this is where the mother's fun lies. If it's gone, she will probably be urging him to marry a wife and have a baby all day long.

Forget it, in order to keep his ears clean in the future, he should say something.

Lu Ansen thought and looked at Cheng Lang.The man is young and handsome, tall and tall, very masculine.It's just that his temper doesn't seem to be very good, and two clusters of small flames ignited in those clear eyes, which were bright and scorching for a while.Unknowingly, there was that appreciation and liking in his eyes again.

The eyes of the two met, and Cheng Lang's eyes burst into flames.

Nima was finally willing to look at Lao Tzu.

How about you, have you been shocked by Lao Tzu's handsomeness?

Seeing the appreciation in his eyes, Cheng Lang felt a little arrogant in his heart, and the corners of his lips curled up in a proud arc unconsciously.He straightened his clothes, and deliberately smoothed his sleeves, revealing his slender fingers like jade and his snow-white wrists.He didn't wear any decorations, except for a silver-white wrist watch on his left wrist, which made him look gentle and elegant, with an outstanding temperament.

Like a proud flower peacock!

Seeing Lu Ansen here, this word inexplicably flashed in his mind.

He suddenly felt that Cheng Lang's character was much more pleasing than the piano music he played.At least it's not so deadpan, hypocritical and snobbish.

Cheng Lang, who didn't know his piano skills yet and was disgusted, saw the man staring at him for a full ten seconds, and thought that the man was fascinated by his handsomeness.

He has always been proud of his good skin. Now that his vanity is satisfied, he feels much better. He can still say with a smile: "We are neighbors, and distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. If your company really needs piano performances, based on this One point, I will definitely come first according to you.”

Look, what an honor it is for me to let you go through the back door!

Cheng Lang was so happy that he almost raised his mouth to the sky.

Lu Ansen could easily see his little complacency, and thought to himself, this person shows off his piano skills to make money. Pack yourself like a star.I thought he was a shrewd, sophisticated, greedy, money-worshipping, fame-seeking person, but I didn't expect that there was still a trace of innocence in his heart.

Lu Ansen finds the little complacency in a man's eyes very pleasing, but he prefers the way he blows his hair.For him, watching Cheng Lang's clear water-like eyes sparkle everywhere is also very interesting.

So, he said very shamelessly: "Thank you, Mr. Cheng is really giving me face. However, our company needs a piano performance, and we invited the French pianist Joselu. I prefer his piano music, which is majestic and passionate. shoot, full of vitality..."

In fact, his words were still very euphemistic, but they fell into Cheng Lang's ears, which means, don't show the embarrassing sound you play.

Cheng Lang was very angry, his eyes sparkled, and he gritted his teeth to force out a few words: "To tell the truth, President Lu, I think worshiping foreigners is not, yes, a, good, habit, habit."

The last six words, Chi Guoguo's disdain.

After hearing this, Lu Ansen was not annoyed, his face was paralyzed and his face was a little loose, his brows were lightly raised, and his eyes showed approval: "I didn't expect Mr. Cheng to be so patriotic. Compared with you, I seem shallow-minded."

Are you on the right track?

Children can be taught.

Cheng Lang was satisfied, and the corners of his lips tended to rise again.But before the arc was raised, the man added: "But the gathering of talents and artistic exchanges are also essential. I believe that multiculturalism is also the soft power of a country's prosperity and development."

on purpose!

Obviously a word, why not finish it together?

'But' Was the previous nonsense just to tease him?

The brute force is intentional!

The man is clearly against him!

At this time, Cheng Lang lost his gentlemanly demeanor, and said with a sneer, "Ha, President Lu's words are wrong. Science has no borders, but scientists do. The same is true for art. Besides, a piano performance in your company is a President Lu is really embarrassing when he raises it to the level of artistic exchanges between countries!"

Lu Ansen: "..."

The man is blowing his hair?

There is a gun and a stick in these words, and there is a murderous look on his face. Isn't he too easily irritated?

It seems that the man is lucky to be able to make a name for himself with this temperament.

Poor Cheng Lang was underestimated by such a man, and was given the attribute of being easy to explode.God knows that he has too many opinions on him, and the backlog has reached the peak. Then, he ignited the fuse, and he exploded.

The furious Cheng Lang was in a terrible mood, turned his head, and wanted to pull his mother away.But as soon as they turned their heads, the two mothers were staring at him, obviously shocked by his blowing hair just now.

It was only then that Cheng Lang realized that the image of a gentle gentleman he had maintained had collapsed under the stimulation of Lu Ansen's few words.He regretted it, tried his best to save it, coughed a few times, straightened his body, smiled gently, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I've been very angry recently."

Cheng Lan: "..."

Sun Ying: "..."

Cheng Lang looked at Sun Ying, who was in the shape of a wooden chicken, and bowed slightly: "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that there are still a few performances that need to be prepared, and I don't think we can stay for a long time. Thank you for inviting us to swim today. If there is a chance, we will invite you back .”

Before Sun Ying could speak, Lu Ansen frowned, and said in a low voice, "It's better for you to participate in less of that kind of performances. It's meaningless to say nothing, but it will lower your level of playing the piano..."

"enough!"

Cheng Lang couldn't stand it any longer.He interrupted him, and said in a low voice: "I'm going to say that I'm playing the melody again, right? The piano music I play is empty and empty. Although the technique is skillful, there is nothing new about it. I am a purely commercial piano Hands, smell of copper, not worthy of the title of piano master at all! Yes, you are right! But, fuck you! Lu Ansen, since you don’t want to guide me, go away with those sarcastic remarks!"

At the end of the low shout, he almost roared out.

Why does this man like to comment on his piano skills?

Hurting him a few words just satisfies his pleasure?

Neuropathy!

A family of neuropathy!

Cheng Lang looked unhappy, and took his mother's hand and walked out of the swimming pool.He walked so fast that Cheng Lan couldn't keep up, staggered a few steps, and almost fell down.

"what--"

Cheng Lang was taken aback, stepped forward to support him, and apologized in a low voice: "Mom, I'm sorry, I was reckless, are you okay? Did you twist your foot?"

Cheng Lan shook her head with doubts in her eyes: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just Alang, what's wrong with you? An Sen didn't say anything, why did you suddenly lose your temper?"

It's not that your son's request for guidance was rejected!

That man underestimated your son, and even damaged your son's piano skills in front of you, it's too much!

Cheng Lang's face was livid, he turned his head, and said perfunctorily, "I don't like him."

Cheng Lan smiled, and whispered in his son's ear: "I also think that their mothers are not pleasing to the eye. But, son, you just yelled, so impolite."

Cheng Lang's face froze, he rested his forehead and sighed, his face full of apology: "I'm sorry, Mom, I've embarrassed you."

It was he who was so confused and almost forgot that Mrs. Lu's family is the object of comparison for the mother, and the two are now tacitly launching a show-off war!What I did just now was really indecent!

Cheng Lang blamed himself, Cheng Lan touched his head, smiled and shook his head: "That's nothing, I just find it a little strange. My son who has always been good-tempered would also get angry. Thinking about it, it's quite interesting. Son, you can show your mother more anger in the future. Don't say, you were really manly at that time."

How manly was he when he lost his temper?

What do you mean?

Cheng Lang, who was hit one after another, wanted to cry but had no tears: "Mom, is it true that I have never been manly in your heart?"

Cheng's mother felt as if she had stabbed her son again, she quickly shook her head: "No, I just think you..." You are delicate, beautiful and cute, like a girl.This cannot be said for sure.

Seeing her pondering over her words, Cheng Lang interrupted her with his forehead, and said with a mournful face: "Okay, Mom, stop talking, or I will really get angry."

Cheng Lan: "..."

She looked at her son innocently, feeling as if she had done something wrong.