The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Song Zhang was ordered by Mrs. Lu to invite Lu Ansen down to entertain the guests.

Knowing his purpose, Cheng Lang dismissed Song Zhang on the pretext of delivering a message for him.When someone went downstairs, he turned around and opened the door and entered the room with a stern expression, without any embarrassment of being caught eavesdropping.

Lu Ansen looked at him, frowned, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Lang didn't speak, but glanced at the large screen, pinching his chin with his fingers, as if he was thinking about something.

Lu Ansen knew that he had eavesdropped on a lot of information, but he didn't try to cover it up.He understands the truth of trying to cover up, the more you cover up, the more you will be exposed.

Lu Ansen decided to leave him alone and went straight downstairs.

With a flash of Cheng Lang's body, he quickly moved over and stood in front of him.

"Brother Lu, I have a few questions that I want to ask you." With a smile in his eyes, he was obedient and obedient, with the appearance of a good student who is serious about solving problems.

Lu Ansen's heart tightened, and his face remained calm: "Say it."

Cheng Lang smiled, walked around him, and sat on the silver European-style sofa in front of the LCD TV.He patted the side beside him, motioning for him to sit down.

Lu Ansen didn't move, just stood where he was, and said in a low voice, "Say what you want to say quickly, I don't have time to spend with you."

Really impatient.

Getting impatient with him.

Cheng Lang thought bitterly in his heart, with an innocent and harmless smile on his face: "Brother Lu knows Master Gu?"

He was referring to Gu Yanchuan.

Lu Ansen didn't nod, nor did he deny it.

Knowing that this was the default meaning, Cheng Lang continued to ask, "Brother Lu, are you composing music for Gu Yanchuan? Are you... that kind of shooter?"

A word said the key point.

Lu Ansen snorted coldly: "I don't know what you're talking about. If you have nothing to do, you can go out. This is a private venue, please be a bit of a guest."

Does this mean driving people away?

Cheng Lang understood, but he still sat leisurely, with Erlang's legs raised, his fingers resting on the sofa, and he lit up and down.He didn't ask any more questions this time, but said inscrutablely like a detective: "I'm not talking nonsense, I said you to Master Gu, no, maybe I can't say Master Gu now..."

Find someone to compose, the gunmen behind the famous piano composer operate.

Any scandal is enough to discredit Gu Yanchuan.

It's none of his business, though.

Cheng Lang continued his reasoning: "I said you have a reason to compose Gu Yanchuan. First of all, you did something that hurt Gu Yanchuan, which made you feel guilty. As compensation, you agreed to compose for him, even willingly. Be a shooter. It is true that you are a man of good character, and from the fact that you have repeatedly told me to play the piano well, it can be seen that you really like this art. So, what have you done, you need to give up playing the piano and pretend to do it At the expense of the shooter?"

When he said this, he stopped, stared at Lu Ansen closely with deep eyes.

Lu Ansen's eyes were contemptuous, and his words were sarcastic: "You are fantasizing, Cheng Lang, this is the funniest reasoning I have ever heard." Even so, the tightly clenched hands in his sleeves revealed his guilty conscience.

Lu Ansen is not good at lying. This person is upright and majestic, honest and generous. Facial paralysis is his best disguise. Unfortunately, he met Cheng Lang.He has nothing to hide in front of him, and is always easily seen through.

Cheng Lang stretched out his index finger, waved it, stopped his pale and ridiculous struggle, and continued his reasoning: "Gu Yanchuan has a piano piece "Tears in the Middle East", which is famous both at home and abroad. It is rumored that in order to compose this piece, he once You have traveled in the Middle East. And you, Brother Lu? I know, you have also traveled to the Middle East alone. Then, it is possible for you to travel in the Middle East together, and it is also possible for you to watch Gu Yanchuan being injured by artillery fire and lose that one..."

"do not talk!"

Lu Ansen suddenly shouted loudly, interrupting Cheng Lang's reasoning.

So excited?

It seems he was right.

A confident smile flashed across Cheng Lang's eyes, and he slowly said, "If Gu Yanchuan himself was injured by artillery fire, as a friend, you may blame yourself for not protecting him well, but you will not give up the piano, or even To be his shooter. Well, since that's not the case, there is only one reason..."

Gu Yanchuan's leg was lost to save him.

There is no repayment for the grace of saving lives.

In compensation, he gave up playing the piano, and even willingly became his gunner.

What a bloody truth!

"Shut up! Stop talking!"

Lu Ansen was really angry now, and the anger burst out in his voice.

Cheng Lang closed his mouth, his eyes were cold.

Furious, Lu Ansen rushed over and grabbed him by the collar.Those eyes that were once indifferent were covered with layers of anger. When looking at him, the eyes were fierce: "You did it on purpose! Cheng Lang, stop your ridiculous showing off!"

Show off?

Ridiculous show off?

Cheng Lang's emotions suddenly became intense, and he pounced on him like a wolf, directly crushing him on the sofa.His long legs were pressing down on Lu Ansen's legs, and his arms were placed across his neck, looking down, with a domineering aura.He hooked his lips into a smile, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Brother Lu, are you getting angry from embarrassment?"

"To shut up!"

"What's the big deal? Could it be that you are unwilling to give up the piano?"

Lu Ansen was sullen, he said something in a low voice, his body turned upside down, and changed into a posture where he was holding down Cheng Lang.The two looked at each other, their bodies touched, and the temperature rose rapidly, almost scorching hot.

"shit!"

Lu Ansen frowned, cursed in a low voice, let go of his hands, and wanted to turn over.

Cheng Lang was not willing to let him go easily, he quickly stretched out his hands to wrap around his neck, pressed down hard, and then stretched his neck to meet him.He kissed the corner of his lips, nibbled his earlobe with his tongue, smiled charmingly, and his voice dripped softly: "Brother Lu, being incomprehensible is a disease, and it can be cured."

His hint, like a witch's bewitching singing, made Lu Ansen feel hot physically and mentally, and a kind of wishful thinking came up for no reason.

His breathing suddenly increased, and the turbulent emotions burst out in his eyes.He wanted to tear off his clothes and lick every inch of his body...

As soon as this terrifying thought flashed into his head, he was ruthlessly thrown thousands of miles away.

hateful!

How could he have such... wanting his thoughts?

This person cruelly uncovered his bloody wound, and now he is still wantonly teasing and teasing him, it is simply abhorrent!

Lu Ansen's handsome face was tense, and his expression was extremely solemn.He pulled Cheng Lang's hand around his neck, straightened his body, and sat up slowly.No one knows how much effort he used to restrain that raging desire and thought.

The body is still heating up, but fortunately there is no reaction from the heat.

Lu Ansen took a long breath, calmed down the throbbing slowly, and snapped: "Cheng Lang, shamelessness is also a disease, and it needs to be cured!"

"Ha, I'm sorry, I have given up treatment."

Cheng Lang replied with a smile, and sat up at this time, looking up at his body.The man stood upright, his legs crossed, and there was nothing unusual about the black suit pants.

Cheng Lang's smile froze, and his pretty brows were slightly frowned.

It shouldn't be!He was hooking and teasing so hard, why didn't he even give him a reaction?

It's so bullying!

Look at this gentleman's abstinence, Nima, think he is dead?

Unwilling, Cheng Lang narrowed his eyes slowly.He thought for two seconds, then began to untie the shirt with his fingers.No matter, sex/seduction is not enough, let's use the body to lure.He didn't believe that he could meet Liu Xiahui!

But before he unbuttoned his shirt, Lu Ansen, who saw what he was thinking, held his hand, and the frown between his brows could kill a fly.

"Cheng Lang, you're crazy!" He whispered, his face full of indisputable disappointment.What is this man doing?Desires get carried away?

"Oh, I'm crazy about you, do you still dislike it?" Cheng Lang sneered, and rushed over with great force, his lips directly covering the man's lips.His tongue pushed open his mouth, greedily snatching his breath.At the same time, fingers irregularly fumbled into the man's suit.

Sexy mermaid lines, strong pectoral muscles, well-developed pectoral muscles...

The man's figure is very good, and he lingers on his fingertips when he is good, and his whole body is feverish and dazed.

If you want to go crazy, go crazy together!

He should be the winner in this game of mind grabbing.

Cheng Lang was crazy, and Lu Ansen was trembling physically and mentally after being kissed by him, but there was still a sliver of reason in the end, and he kicked him away, directly kicking him off the sofa.

This kick didn't matter, Cheng Lang's head hit the wall directly, and it made a loud noise.

"boom"

Lu Ansen's face turned pale with fright when he heard the sound.He was stunned for three seconds before he realized that he quickly jumped off the sofa and ran to help him.

"Cheng Lang, Cheng Lang, are you okay?" He called his name anxiously, his eyes full of worry.He didn't mean it, he swore that Cheng Lang was the last person he wanted to hurt.

Cheng Lang closed his eyes, not wanting to speak.His head hurt and he was a little dizzy, but his consciousness was still clear, and he could hear the man's frantic calls.For a moment, he really wanted to scold back, after all, being kicked off the bed, no, being kicked off the sofa is too shameful.But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't swear.

My head hurts, but it's still running fast.

Lu Ansen is a person who takes the soft but not the hard, and blindly overlords force his bow, it will definitely not work.He is also stupid, to give him head-to-head.Totally stupid!Insufficient force, IQ comes to make up.He has to outsmart!

Cheng Lang figured it out, slowly opened his eyes, and cried out in a low voice: "It hurts, I have a headache, I think I'm bleeding from the bump."

Seeing that he woke up, Lu Ansen breathed a sigh of relief.He supported him with one hand, let him lean on his shoulder, and brushed his hair away with the other hand to look at the back of his head.There was no blood, but a bag was knocked out.

A flash of self-blame and distress flashed in Lu Ansen's eyes, and then he said with a cold face, "It's your fault!"

Cheng Lang was not annoyed either, leaning on his arms, he returned to his cynical and slutty look, and whispered with a smile: "Brother Lu, what are you afraid of? I won't announce such a thing. Why do you want to kill someone to silence it?" ?”

He still has the mind to joke!

Lu Ansen really didn't know what expression to make.

Cheng Lang continued joking, laughing loudly: "However, Brother Lu, you destroyed one of my idols. Do you know that Gu Yanchuan is the most talented and greatest pianist in my opinion in the 21st century. But what about you? You easily destroyed my idol. My idol."

Lu Ansen didn't answer, picked him up, and gently put him back on the sofa.

Cheng Lang tugged at his sleeve, looking at him with a gentle and obedient handsome face, smiling.Those eyes were shining brightly, as if they were filled with starlight all over the sky.

Lu Ansen looked away and asked in a low voice, "So?"