The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Lu Ansen felt that he was hallucinating, Cheng Lang, why would he say such things to himself?

He reached out and bent down to pick up the phone, and couldn't help touching the cracks on the broken screen with his fingertips.He muttered to himself, his voice low and inaudible.He said: "Man is a rational animal, only music can drive me crazy, Cheng Lang, you... are not qualified..."

"What did you say?" Cheng Lang was a little noisy here, and couldn't hear his words clearly.

Lu Ansen suddenly came back to his senses, and said in a deep voice, "Cheng Lang, I'm not gay."

Cheng Lang nodded: "Well. I'm not gay either."

Lu Ansen frowned: "Don't say nonsense in the future."

Messy words?

He described his confession as a mess?

Cheng Lang laughed angrily, the laughter was full of sarcasm: "Lu Ansen, don't be so serious. Do you think you are straight? When you look at the young master's body, your eyes almost stick to it."

Lu Ansen: "..."

Conscience of heaven and earth, he really appreciates his body, pure white and beautiful, plump and flexible, confusing male and female, male and female are indistinguishable, but he feels that his heart is magnanimous, never contaminated with the slightest evil thoughts.

Therefore, he was very calm: "You have bad eyesight, I have no feelings for you."

Cheng Lang sneered: "Oh, is that so? Ha, unfortunately, I don't believe it."

Lu Ansen continued to talk about himself, as if warning himself: "Don't expect to get anything from me, I have nothing."

Cheng Lang sneered: "You have what you have, but you don't want it. Even I don't want it. You are too ruthless and ruthless. Am I treating you badly? I have admired you for a long time, but you treat me like a shoe. You let me I am heartbroken..."

"To shut up!"

Lu Ansen snorted coldly and hung up the phone.

beep-

Cheng Lang looked at the blackened phone screen, and the corners of his lips curled up in a cold arc.He could imagine the impact his words had on the man.It doesn't matter whether he is straight or bent, if it falls into his hands, don't blame him for playing tricks.After all, he gave him too many chances.

"Since you don't want to be my teacher, why not be my lover? If I don't seduce you, I will believe your evil!" Cheng Lang said in his heart.

Not far away, Xu Yuan, who had already made friends with the director, came over, and when he heard what he said, he smiled and praised: "That's right, now I know how to recite the lines."

The last sentence Cheng Lang said to Lu Ansen was from the urban idol drama - "The Piano God Falls in Love with Me".

He is learning what he is selling now, and for some reason, hearing what Xu Yuan said now, he feels a little guilty.Think about it, even the confession is COPY, and his confession is too careless.

No wonder Lu Ansen was so angry that he hung up the phone directly. After thinking about it, he knew that what he said was a lie, right?

Alas, it seems that it is really difficult to get Lu Ansen.

Cheng Lang sighed inwardly, and his face was as calm as usual: "Brother Xu, sit down, I'll take a sip of drink to suppress my shock."

Xu Yuan: "..."

Cheng Lang sat in his seat drinking a drink, playing with his phone while drinking.He started to seduce people, and the first step was to change the personalized signature on WeChat.

Originally, his signature was——Cheng's life has been a waste of fame.

Looking at it, I feel that low-key luxury has connotations.

What now?

There are always evildoers, disturbing Lang's heart.An this life, full of love.

Twelve characters, the way to the heart.

Cheng Lang thought quite narcissistically, the young master is really talented, and he wrote a good poem.

Facts have proved that his "good poem" is very powerful. In just three seconds, his WeChat friends left messages one after another.

Young Master He: Xiao Cheng, is this your first love?

Ms. Cheng: Mr. Cheng, which girl do you like?

Xiaoan: God, are you finally going to eat fireworks?

……

Cheng Lang flipped through his friend's message, and replied in unison: The eight characters are not complete, everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient.

Then, looking at the head portrait of "Anxin Upward", a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Lu Ansen... what will he say?

President's Office of Lu Group

Lu Ansen discovered that Cheng Lang's signature had been changed during lunch time.At that time, he was eating in the company lounge, and after watching it, he felt like a cat was scratching in his heart, just wanting to do something.

What should be done?

He looked at his personal signature, and there was nothing written in that column.

He suddenly felt that he should write something, so, racking his brains, he wrote a sentence--money does not change when a prodigal son returns.

This is actually Lu Ansen's reply to Cheng Lang's previous confession.

Fork in the road, it's better to turn back sooner.

He didn't want to ruin another piano genius.

When Cheng Lang saw this signature, he felt complicated.

Nima, a disguised rejection!

But how could he give up?

Cheng Lang opened the dialog box, pinched his chin, and thought about his words.What's the best answer?Not only must there be affection, play the emotional card, but also express determination, and the attitude must be tough...

so hard!

After thinking about it, Cheng Lang finally got an inspiration on the way home, and replied: "I have made up my mind, so there is no need to say anything."In this life, the forest will not change.

His message was sent, and about 3 minutes later, there was a reply: hypocrisy.

You really are ruthless when you speak!

Cheng Lang leaned on the back seat, stroked his chin, thought for a while, and typed back with a smile: "You are wrong, it is love. True love makes people become like poets.

Lu Ansen was silent for a few seconds, and replied: I like your hands playing the piano more than your mouth.

The corners of Cheng Lang's lips parted into a grin, and starlight flashed in his eyes, and he replied: I understand, don't worry, one day, I will let you experience the better use of my hands.I don't just play the piano.

He meant to have a yellow accent!

Cheng Lang could imagine the expression of the man over there when he saw these words, his face was probably darkened.

Of course, he was half wrong, Lu Ansen's face turned black first, then red, and then, red all the way to the ears.

At that time, Lu Ansen was packing up his things and getting ready to leave work. The female secretary, Xia Lin, opened the door and came in. Seeing his dark red face, she asked puzzledly, "President, what's wrong with you? I don't think you had much lunch, and it's still so early After get off work, are you feeling unwell?"

It was fine if she didn't ask, but when she asked, Lu Ansen's face turned even redder.

What a shame!

He had no appetite at noon because of Cheng Lang's words.

He left work so early because of Cheng Lang's words.

What Cheng Lang said, there are always evildoers, disturbing Lang's heart, it is very suitable for him.

And he was greatly affected.

Lu Ansen's mood fluctuated greatly, and he didn't know how to reply to the secretary's words, so he changed the subject: "Fax the important documents to me later, I'll read them at home at night."

Charlene was used to working overtime at the president's house, she nodded and said, "Okay. I understand."

Lu Ansen gave a "hmm", took the briefcase, and walked out with long legs.

Charlene looked at his figure, thought for a while, and still chased after him and said, "President, I think your complexion is not very good. If you are not feeling well, you must go to the hospital as soon as possible—"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Ansen hastily entered the elevator.

How come there is a sense of déjà vu that the president is running away?

Charlene shook her head, shook off these strange thoughts, and turned back to the president's office.

She saw some mess on the president's desk, so she went to tidy it up.I don't want to, but on a piece of blank paper, I saw a sentence: There are always evildoers who disturb Lang's heart.An this life, full of love.

Charlene: ...

Cheng Zhai

Cheng Lang left the set and drove home.Because he teased Lu Ansen, he was in a good mood.Unexpectedly, he seemed to be happy too early.

As soon as Cheng Lang entered the living room, the maid ran over in a panic and told him the sad news.

"Mr. Cheng, it's not good, it's not good. Madam cried today. She cried all afternoon and didn't eat all day. Go and have a look."

Cheng Lang frowned, wanting to correct the logic of the maid's words.

What does it mean to cry all afternoon and not eat all day?

Could it be that she expected that she would cry in the afternoon, so she was not in the mood to eat all day?

Cheng Lang couldn't understand the logic of the little maid, but he knew that something was going to happen.

Mother cried, it's a trivial matter.

The mother cried and hadn't eaten yet, so it was a big deal.

You know, my mother is an out-and-out foodie. Generally, except for illness, there is very little that will affect her appetite.But now, she cried all afternoon and hasn't eaten yet.

Cheng Lang was worried and distressed, and ran upstairs.My mother is not in good health, so I have to keep a happy mood all the time.Who dares to make her cry?Simply inexcusable!

Thinking of this, Cheng Lang stretched out his hand and pushed open the bedroom door.

In the master bedroom, Cheng Lan was sitting on the bed with exquisite makeup. Hearing the sound of his son's footsteps running up, he covered his face and cried louder: "Oh, my life is miserable, my good son, you Come back and vent your anger on your mother!"

Cheng Lang didn't know the inside story, pushed open the door, and ran over in two or three steps, his face full of worry.He sat by the bed and took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe his mother's tears. Unexpectedly, he took away her mother's hand covering her face, and they were embarrassed.

Where is the slightest tear here?

That pretty face was exquisitely made up and as gorgeous as peaches and plums, and even her hairstyle wasn't messed up in the slightest.

The maid said, crying all afternoon... God!

Cheng Lan was embarrassed for a moment, and then, returning to normal, continued to moan and cry.

Cheng Lang: "..."

He scratched his head, covered his face with his hands, and asked softly, "Okay, Miss Cheng, stop pretending and stop crying. If you cry badly, no one will suffer for you!"

Cheng Lan nodded, her throat felt a little dry.

Alas, I seemed to cry a little "hardly" just now, so tired.

Cheng Lang saw that her throat was uncomfortable, so he quickly got up and brought her a glass of water, and comforted her: "Okay, Miss Cheng, tell me what's going on, you need to go to such lengths to act."

Cheng Lan felt aggrieved and said, "Before I say anything, Mr. Cheng, please recite the Cheng family's family rules."

Cheng Lang: "..."

His family, Miss Cheng, is really a living treasure.

Cheng Lang cleared his throat and recited: "First, Miss Cheng is always right. Second, if Miss Cheng is wrong, please refer to the first article..."

Cheng Lan nodded with satisfaction, smiling like a flower.

Seeing her smile, Cheng Lang stretched his brows, and his smile was full of pampering: "Then can I say it now? As long as it is reasonable, reasonable and legal, Mr. Cheng is willing to go to the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire for Miss Cheng, and die. already."