The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

The atmosphere was cold for ten seconds, and Xu Yuan continued: "I told you before that people like Lu Ansen are not easy to mess with. He is a 20-year-old who went to the Middle East alone. He is talented and courageous. 26 He took over the Lu family at the age of 2, and in just two years, he has pushed the Lu family group to the top of the media industry. He is always in the business. The world is particularly interested in it, and I have made friends with many masters in the piano world. It is your luck that the piano you play can be heard by him. So, Cheng Lang, in dealing with people, you still have to clarify your identity, understand?"

Why don't you understand?

To sum it up, don't be ignorant of flattery, don't be shameless?

Cheng Lang didn't say anything, and hung up the phone with a cold face.

Sun Ying was sitting next to him, holding a small mirror to put on makeup.At this moment, seeing that his face was slightly cold, and his eyebrows were furrowed, he thought for a while, handed over the small mirror, curled his lips and said, "Here, let me borrow your mirror to take a look at your handsome face. Miss Cheng said it before. When you encounter troubles, look in the mirror more. In this way, you will be excited by yourself."

Cheng Lang: "..."

His cunning mother is simply a pistachio!

Not to mention, when Cheng Lang took the mirror, he really admired himself.

Well, fair skin, beautiful long legs, red lips and white teeth are pleasing to the eye.

Um.His eyes are bright, his gaze is energetic, and his handsomeness is not lacking in heroism.

Um.No matter from which angle you look at it, he is a handsome man.

Cheng Lang criticized himself, and his narcissism rose to another level.He took a profile photo of himself and sent it to Lu Ansen via WeChat.Then, another paragraph was added.

【Wealth and honor cannot be promiscuous, poverty and lowliness cannot be moved, and might cannot be subdued.You despicable villains, young master, would rather die than surrender. 】

After half an hour, Lu Ansen replied with two words.

【really? 】

Naturally it is false!

Cheng Lang doesn't want to break up with Lu Ansen for the time being, the way to subdue a man is naturally a beauty trick.Throughout the ages, heroes have been saddened by beauty.No matter how hard-hearted you are, in Cheng Lang's hands, it will take a few minutes to melt into your fingers.

kindness.This is Cheng Lang's ultimate goal.He has already figured it out, backing off a step, it's nothing, the one who laughs last is the prettiest one.

Lu's Villa

Mrs. Lu Sun Ying's 50th birthday party was full of guests and lively.

Speaking of which, their homes are not far away, and they are considered neighbors.But due to the comparison between the two mothers, neither of them intends to visit.Therefore, grandma's birthday party was the first time Cheng Lang stepped into Lu Ansen's house.

Family!

Lu Ansen's home!

How can a family cultivate such a charming him?

With this thought in mind, Cheng Lang took his mother to the front of the Lu family's villa.

The doorman who opened the door was called Li Dashan, a little old man in his fifties with a good-looking face.He is an old servant of the Lu family, and he moved to this community with his master for a while.Therefore, I have heard about Cheng Lan, who is very famous in the community.

Now, seeing her with his own eyes, he speaks very warmly and respectfully: "Madam Cheng, are you here? Please come in, please come in, our wife is talking about you." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Cheng Lang beside her again, Asked in surprise: "Mrs. Cheng, is this your son? He looks really good!"

Cheng Lan likes people to praise her son, her smiling eyes turned into crescents: "Well, my son Cheng Lang is the most famous pianist in China."

Li Dashan listened, and his eyes were filled with admiration, and he exclaimed loudly: "You are so capable! Then you are really a lucky mother."

Cheng's mother smiled and greeted him, and as she walked, she gave him the excellent growth history of her popular science son.

Cheng Lang served as the silent backdrop, with a gentle smile on his handsome face.

Soon, they were led into the villa.

The villa is brightly lit, and there are singing, dancing and singing everywhere, making it a bustling scene.

Cheng Lang didn't have much interest. He was observing the environment of the villa along the way.He had only seen it from the outside before, and thought it was magnificent, so he guessed that the owner of the house was an upstart.Unexpectedly, the atmosphere inside is also very quiet and poetic.

Look, the aisle paved with bluestone slabs is lined with pruned bonsai of various colors on both sides. The spring and flower fragrance while walking gives people a great aesthetic experience.

Cheng Lang liked it in his heart, and wondered which master gardener was responsible for it, so he really wanted to invite some of them for his family.When I saw an azalea bonsai, I was stunned in amazement.

One meter away to his left, the azalea bloomed in front of his eyes like a gorgeous sunset.Its shape is oval, like the sun setting in the west, but it shines with charming luster.

He couldn't help but think of Yingshanhong's flower language, the joy of love and the glory of luck.

It fits the mood so well!

"Which master is this work? Can you tell me?" Cheng Lang liked this bonsai so much, and couldn't wait to know who made it.He even decided to ask the master to make him exactly the same.

Li Dashan was talking with Cheng's mother, when he heard this, he stopped his pace and replied with a smile: "Oh, this bonsai is not a master, it was cultivated and pruned by our young master himself."

Cheng Lang: "..."

Such a beautiful bonsai is made by Lu Ansen?

This is a tragedy!

But he didn't know, what was even more tragic was what Li Dashan said next.

"This bonsai is very good, right? Haha, to tell you the truth, all the bonsai here are made by our young master. It must have been a few years ago. At that time, the young master was only sixteen or seventeen years old, right? People say he is a genius in the gardening world , but he himself is just doing it for a moment of interest, it’s better that he puts his heart into playing the piano.”

Did it at the age of sixteen or seventeen?Just a passing interest?And can play the piano?

He really knows how to play the piano, and he is very attentive.

Cheng Lang felt that his IQ was crushed by [-] points.That man can cultivate bonsai so well, playing the piano and so on, he is probably also a god-like existence like Gu Yanchuan.

But why didn't he play the piano, instead he said he couldn't play the piano?

What secret is Lu Ansen hiding?

He was so damn curious!

Cheng Lang was a little bit shocked, and he had no intention of admiring the bonsai anymore.He followed Li Dashan into the hall, and the hall was bustling with celebrities and elites from all walks of life coming and going, talking and walking, and the scent of champagne and fine wine wafted in the hall.

It was the opening prospect of a luxurious feast, but he had no interest in it.

Cheng Lang's eyes moved on the decorations in the hall, well, the decorations are very delicate and gorgeous, classic and elegant, with a smell of books.Calligraphy and paintings of famous artists are hung on the white walls, various celadon vases are placed on the antique shelves, and there are even Suzhou embroidery treasures embroidered with pictures of Songhe Yannian on a screen.

It must be the wrong posture for him to walk in!

How could a profiteer like Lu Ansen have such a taste?

fake!

Today is Aunt Sun's birthday, so everything displayed is just for face.

Although Cheng Lang used these to comfort himself, his heart was still cool.

God, I thought he was a local tyrant showing off his wealth, but who would have thought that he was a well-capitalized and tasteful collector.

No wonder my mother cried when she was angry, nnd, he wanted to cry now too.

Why didn't he think of doing some bonsai art in the villa?

Why didn't he think of hanging some famous calligraphy and paintings in the living room?

Fortunately, I came to Aunt Sun's birthday party today. If Lu Ansen were to attend his mother's birthday party, the result would be, tsk tsk...it would be horrible.

Cheng Lang thought a lot in a mess, and was about to go in when he saw some beautiful women crowding him.

"Look, look, it's Cheng Lang, the piano god, and he's here too."

"Take a picture quickly, take a picture quickly, today I met the male god."

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, the male god is mine, it's mine!"

……

The voices of chattering girls echoed in the hall, and these self-proclaimed ladies and daughters were also crazy in front of their idols, one by one they rushed to Cheng Lang.

Cheng Lang held his mother's waist and was surrounded by female fans.He was actually used to this kind of scene, he smiled and said calmly: "All beautiful ladies, please be quiet. I am honored to meet you all, but please don't forget that this is Mrs. Lu's birthday dinner."

His voice is gentle and his smile is gentle, like a spring breeze blowing through a girl's heart.

Those chattering women, you look at me, I look at you, they didn't say anything, they just stared at him intently, and sighed in their hearts: Wow!The male god is so handsome without makeup, with good skin.

Cheng Lang didn't know what they were thinking, so he briefly introduced his mother to them, and said a few witty words, coaxing them to cover their mouths and laugh.

Facts have proved that his good skin is not only invincible among women.When Cheng Lang told the third anecdote about how he played the piano, some proud ladies, young men, and successful businessmen were all attracted to him.

At that moment, like the stars and the moon, he was under the admiring eyes of thousands of people.

At the stairs on the second floor, Lu Ansen walked down step by step, holding his mother's hand.He didn't speak, but kept his eyes fixed on where Cheng Lang was.He is like a superstar, young and handsome, talented, outstanding temperament, low-key and humble.He has all the qualities that make people like him, and no one is more favored by God.

Lu Ansen approached slowly with a stiff face, and two voices began to fight in his heart:

"He should be like this, full of vigor, bright smile, and dazzling. He is destined to be brilliant all his life, and you can't destroy him. You almost ruined a piano genius once, and now, you must not make the same mistake as before."

"But what if I like him? I... I have never liked anyone this much, more than I like the piano."

"Don't be ridiculous, you like too many things, as long as you get it, you won't cherish it. It's your nature to like the new and dislike the old."

"I didn't, I didn't..."

The voice behind became weaker and weaker, gradually disappearing.

Lu Ansen's face turned cold, and he indifferently watched his mother chatting with Cheng's mother and son.

Cheng Lang walked over, his eyes sparkling with a smile: "Brother Lu, I'm visiting your house for the first time tonight. I'm just a guest, are you interested in taking me to your bedroom? I'll give you a dollar Bet you have a piano in your bedroom."

Lu Ansen didn't answer, his eyes stayed on a white figure in the crowd.It was a delicate and lovely girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, shy and shy, with clear and innocent eyes.

He vaguely recognized her as Ye Zhenzhen, the apple of the eye of the Ye family.

At this moment, her eyes were staring at Cheng Lang's back. Slowly, a determined expression appeared in her eyes, and then, she clenched her fists and walked over, gritting her teeth.

The attitude of the little girl making up her mind to confess is really dazzling!