The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Cheng Lang grabbed his shoulders, put his chin against the man's cheek, and said in a paranoid and firm tone, "You have to give me back one. Since I have high eyesight, I don't like others, so it's you."

Lu Ansen: "..."

Cheng Lang ignored his expressionless face and silence, and began a deep confession: "Lu Ansen, you are my idol, my male god, I have decided, you are my only belief, and I will spend my whole life with my body Delight you."

When this is heard, it is hypocrisy.

But the last sentence, like a curse, took root in Lu Ansen's heart.

He said that he would use his body to please him all his life.

What a provocative sweet talk.

If it was true, Lu Ansen felt that he would not hesitate to sacrifice his life.

It's a pity that the man didn't say a word of sincerity from beginning to end.

He regarded him as a prey, and only wanted to capture his sincerity.And when he really gave his heart, he would scoff.

The beautiful man with picturesque features in front of him is more ruthless than anyone else.

As the saying goes, the more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they are.

Cheng Lang, too.

Lu An didn't expose his lies, but kept his face stiff and said in a calm voice, "I'm sorry, I don't care."

Cheng Lang's face turned cold, and he subconsciously put his fingers on the sofa and tapped.He took a deep breath, suppressed the rage in his heart, and asked with a smile: "Then Brother Lu, what do you care about?"

Lu Ansen was stunned, and suddenly realized that apart from his mother and the piano, there was really nothing rare.No, it's not that there is no such thing, Gu Yanchuan and Ling Zhou are his life and death friends.

Thinking of Gu Yanchuan, Lu Ansen thought of the secret discovered by Cheng Lang.Cheng Lang had to keep his mouth shut about the fact that he composed music for Gu Yanchuan.So, with a cold face, he said in a meticulous tone, "Cheng Lang, regarding Gu Yanchuan's matter, I hope you will know how to behave."

Cheng Lang frowned, dissatisfied with the man's tone of defense and favoritism.

Why did Lu Ansen give up the piano and compose music for him because of his feelings for Gu Yanchuan?

Is it love?

Or kindness?

Cheng Lang found that he was very concerned about this point, and his heart was sour, so sad, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.All kinds of provocations and affectionate confessions on his side, the man is unmoved, is it because his heart belongs to him?

If that was the case, he would cry to death.

Cheng Lang had mixed feelings in his heart, his face was cloudy, and his voice was cold: "Do you like him?"

Lu Ansen knew who he was referring to, shook his head and said, "Cheng Lang, I don't like men."

As soon as the word "no" was uttered, Cheng Lang smiled like a flower in an instant.Regardless of what's behind him, that's not the point, as long as he doesn't like Gu Yanchuan.

Cheng Lang stretched out his hand and patted the man's shoulder, and said to himself: "I think so, you like playing the piano so much, but Gu Yanchuan repays you with kindness and takes away your most precious things, you are simply a hypocrite and a real villain. He must have broken your heart, didn't he? So, you don't like him. That's fine, I'll love your clean heart even more."

Lu Ansen: "..."

He really couldn't understand Cheng Lang, a beautiful and intelligent person in front of him, how could he keep talking and acting stupid?

No, it's not that he's being stupid, it's that he's pretending to be deaf and dumb, crazy and stupid, and he's trying to piss him off.

Lu Ansen's face was blackened by his anger, and he pointed at him and shouted: "Cheng Lang, you won, your mouth is a biological weapon in ancient times, once you speak, the dead can be angry."

Cheng Lang blinked his beautiful eyes and said with a smile, "Ha, I'm grateful for the compliment, and I deserve it."

Lu Ansen held his forehead, and sighed almost emotionally, "Cheng Lang, Cheng Lang, there are so many things that can be discarded in this world, why are you...shameless!"

Cheng Lang: "..."

This is a personal attack!

Awesome!

But how can he refute it?

The atmosphere was awkward for three seconds, and there was a knock on the door.

"Bang bang—"

The two looked towards the door when they heard the sound, and an elderly man's voice came from outside the closed door: "Master, Madam is calling you downstairs."

"Understood." Lu Ansen replied, got up and walked out.

Cheng Lang also stood up and walked faster than him. When he passed by him, he deliberately held his hand and scratched his palm.

What a restless moment!

Lu Ansen's face darkened again.However, he didn't say anything and walked out of the study.

Standing outside the study was Sun Lei, the housekeeper of the Lu family.He is a 60-year-old man who has been serving the Lu family conscientiously.When he saw the young master coming out, he bowed slightly and said politely, "Young master."

Lu Ansen said "hmm", walked over, leaned over, and whispered something to him.

Sun Lei listened, nodded, and looked at Cheng Lang who was walking downstairs, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

The young master has never been so gentle and considerate to outsiders.

Lu Ansen didn't answer Sun Lei's confusion, and went downstairs to entertain the guests.

In fact, most of the guests were business partners that Mrs. Lu made when she was young.Although Sun Ying is a very young woman now, she loves to be coquettish, loves to compare, and her behavior is a little childish, but she was indeed a vigorous and resolute strong woman before.

Most of the property of the Lu family was brought down by her.And it's not easy to conquer the world. She and her husband Lu Zhiming are both workaholics. When her husband died of illness, it was too late for her to regret it.So, I resigned from my job, returned to life, and often taught my son not to be too busy.But her son is obviously more desperate than her, so she often pesters her son, comparing with Cheng Lan these days, most likely because she wants him to relax more.

Poor parents all over the world, many things are not what they appear on the surface.

Sun Ying frowned when she saw her son going downstairs.On such a busy day, what is your son doing in the study room?Moreover, if you read correctly, Cheng Lang also came out of the study just now.The two stayed in the study for a long time?What does it take so long to talk about?

Sun Ying was full of doubts, but didn't think too much. Instead, she walked over, took his hand, and introduced the guests to him.

Lu Ansen didn't know how to say polite words, and he didn't like this kind of mutual praise and compliments, so his face was paralyzed the whole time.Those guests, who had been in the mall for a long time, had long been accustomed to his serious manner, so they smiled and perfunctory, but didn't take it to heart.

Sun Ying was not happy, and said in a low voice with a stern face: "A Sen, can't you just smile? Look at Cheng Lang—" she said, pointing to Cheng Lang who was joking with a potbellied man not far away. .

Cheng Lang smiled brightly, his eyes were stained with laughter, his rosy lips opened and closed, and he didn't know what he was saying, but the man laughed so much that he couldn't see his eyes.

Sure enough, he is a man who is used to pretending and glib!

He was inexplicably upset.

In fact, he wrongly blamed Cheng Lang.

The man who was talking to Cheng Lang was called Ma Chenggong, which meant that he lived up to his name. He was really successful immediately, and he was a newly famous local tyrant.He was poor two years ago, bought a lottery ticket and won 200 million, and went to Africa to develop mines.It's also his luck. I heard that he found gold and became rich instantly.

When one has money, one then wants fame.The word arty was tailor-made for him.

Ma Chenggong doesn't want to be just a local tyrant. In recent months, he likes to make friends with people in the art circle.And Cheng Lang, who was prosperous for a while, naturally became the object of his friendship.

Look, what a young and handsome man!It looks like a flower!

Ma Chenggong racked his brains and could only come up with the word Renbihuajiao. God, if I can get a little love from this Jiaohuaer, I am willing to spend all my wealth.

That's right, Ma Chenggong has taken a fancy to Cheng Lang.Therefore, with the best of compliments, and under the stimulation of love, Luo Liba uttered ten thousand sentences of praise for Cheng Lang's piano skills: "Master Cheng, the piano piece you just played is really beautiful. Listen! Listening to that fresh and melodious melody, I seem to smell the fragrance of roses. Ah, listening to this natural sound, it seems that the hustle and bustle and troubles of the world have gone away and dissipated. It’s so beautiful! Excuse me, how can you play How can you play such a beautiful piece of music? Are you the reincarnation of Master Beethoven? Or the blood of the descendants of Master Mozart? I am deeply fascinated by your piano music..."

Cheng Lang: "..."

He swears, it's the most flamboyant flirting he's ever heard.If it was in the past, he might still be able to listen to it for fun, but now, he only feels that Ma Chenggong is deliberately shabby him.If Lu Ansen heard these words, it would be a big joke.

Cheng Lang couldn't hear these words, but he didn't reach out his hand to hit the smiling person, and he couldn't say anything else, he could only smile to express his modesty, and then stop his flattery by chattering.

But what else can I talk about?

Cheng Lang didn't know him at all, and he had no idea of ​​knowing him.It's not that he discriminates against his appearance, but that the appearance of the person in front of him is really sorry for the audience. People in their thirties, not to mention bald hair, have a curvy figure. Look at the swollen belly. If they say they are nine months pregnant, some people will believe it.

Cheng Lang couldn't appreciate this kind of beauty, endured his disgust, and chatted for a few minutes.He actually hinted that he had other things to do, but the man was so enthusiastic that he reached out to stop him several times.Shaking face in public, damaging his image, and keeping his sanity online, is absolutely unacceptable.

"To be honest, I have heard several performances by you. I went to the orphanage, maybe you didn't see it. By the way, there is also the nursing home. Master Cheng, you are really a kind and great pianist .My admiration for you is like the water of the Yangtze River, it can be said to be endless..."

Cheng Lang was about to vomit after hearing Rory's chatter.He really couldn't listen anymore, and his smiling face was almost stiff.It's really thanks to his high ability to disguise, otherwise, he would have started beating people long ago.

While Cheng Lang was suffering, he saw Lu Ansen's sarcastic gaze.That look, contemptuous, sneering, and a little disappointed, is even more unbearable than Ma Chenggong's pursuit.