The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Lu Ansen: "..."

Cheng Lang saw that he didn't speak, so he talked endlessly.

"Lu Ansen, if one day you run out of money, you can take this dog to perform. In ancient times, there were monkey trickers, so you could play with the dog. Ha, then you, the dog, might become famous in one fell swoop. Become a star dog. It’s interesting to think about it! Maybe you can earn more than you start a company.”

Lu Ansen: "..."

It's all about what, the more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes.

With a dark face, he applied ice to him for a while, then pushed him to sit up, and reprimanded him in a low voice: "Cheng Lang, can you stop being so foolish and playful?"

Cheng Lang had a blinding smile on his face: "Don't be impatient, if you like me as a fool in the future, it will hurt your face!"

This conversation can't go on.

Lu Ansen threw the towel aside, stood up, and walked outside.

Cheng Lang was not willing to let him go, so he rolled over from the sofa, jumped on his back, bent his legs, and hooked his thighs.This kind of posture is almost seductive every minute, but he is still blowing hot air against the man's neck, with a gentle smile: "Brother Lu, you were so kind to me just now, you gave me ice compresses, and made Sasha please you, I don't think so. Repay, why not promise with your body?"

Who told Sasha to please him?

Just now, he saw that his body was too sensitive, which affected his ice application, so he asked Sasha to tease him and divert his attention.

This person clearly knew in his heart that he wanted to give himself a face, and he was so thick-skinned that he broke the enchantment.

With a cold face, Lu Ansen scolded in a low voice: "No need! Come down for me quickly. Can you understand self-respect?"

"I'm 60kg."

"what?"

Cheng Lang smiled and explained to Mizhi: "Self-weight, self-weight, ha, I estimate that the weight is 60 kg."

Lu Ansen: "..."

This conversation can no longer continue.

Lu Ansen knew that Cheng Lang had a good tongue, so he didn't fight with him anymore, and bent down to throw him off.And Cheng Lang seemed to have predicted his movements, his legs stuck to his legs were so strong, it was as if they were welded together.

Lu Ansen was about to collapse: "Cheng Lang, are you in debt!"

Now Cheng Lang was speechless.

For a long time, Lu Ansen has followed the route of being indifferent and noble. Although he occasionally swears, he basically maintains a gentleman's quality.At this moment, listening to this "owwow", the wild voice seemed to draw an electric current across Cheng Lang's body, causing him to be in a turmoil, his scalp numb and his ass to tighten.

Cheng Lang was finally reluctant to let go, his handsome face was rarely stained with a little blush, and he said in a low voice: "Brother Lu, be gentle, you suddenly became so beastly, you scared me."

Lu Ansen glared at him coldly, the coldness from his black eyes made Cheng Lang shiver his small shoulders.And his shoulders trembled unconsciously, and he even tore off his shirt, revealing the white skin and a bit of dogwood inside, as bright as cinnabar, from the opening where Sasha scratched the shirt.

The beautiful scenery passed by in a flash, because Lu Ansen subconsciously avoided his sight.He coughed twice, and said in a low voice: "Your shirt is broken, so you plan to go out like this?"

After hearing this, Cheng Lang lowered his head and saw where the shirt was torn, knowing it well.His eyes flashed brightly, and he grinned: "If you don't mind, I don't mind either."

What the hell does he mind!

It's not him who is being looked at!

Lu Ansen said with a cold face, "Stand here and don't move!" After finishing speaking, he quickly turned around and left the study.

As for where is he going?

Cheng Lang knew that it must be the bedroom.

A duplicity guy, who obviously cares about dying, will pretend.However, he loved this pretentiousness to death, it was so cute and cute.

Well, it's the same as his family's Salsa.

While Cheng Lang was thinking, he bent down and picked up Sasha who was circling around his ankle.

Since Sasha had already said hello to him, they were considered friends out of friendly courtesy.

"Hello, Shasha. My name is Cheng Lang. Cheng Lang is bright and promising. Do you understand? If you understand the language, nod your head."

Sasha glared angrily: Master, I caught a deep well ice!

Seeing that she didn't nod, Cheng Lang said to himself: "Okay, I knew you wouldn't cooperate." After speaking, he pressed Sasha's head with his hand.Pressing it once was not enough, so I pressed it again.

Shasha glared angrily: You ordinary people, dare to touch my noble head indiscriminately.

Cheng Lang pressed Sasha's head twice with his hands, and nodded with a smile: "Well, it's good if you understand. Then, when I'm here, don't hang around him. Otherwise——huh——"

Sasha glared angrily: Wang Wang, this deep well ice is so yellow and violent.Master, save Ben Wang quickly!

Cheng Lang and Sasha fought wits for 3 minutes, and Lu Ansen came back with a white shirt.Seeing him exchanging feelings with the dog, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he passed the shirt over.

The shirt is very new, the material is exquisite, the workmanship is fine, and the label has not been removed.

In fact, it doesn't matter what he wore.

Cheng Lang felt a sense of regret in his heart. Then, he put Sasha down, took the shirt, and began to undress in front of Ansen Lu.

Lu Ansen's angry face darkened again. Watching him move, his hands creaked and creaked. If this evil is not killed sooner, he will die sooner or later.

Cheng Lang didn't know what was going on in Lu Ansen's mind, and he acted frankly, took off his shirt, revealing his beautiful chest and slim waist.

There are very few men with thin waists, and Cheng Lang is one of them.

Maybe, because he was originally a thin physique, maybe because he practiced yoga for a long time, his waist is thinner than that of women.

Lu Ansen turned around, the meridians on the back of his hand pulsated, and even his fingers moved.

If someone saw it, they might be able to vaguely guess that Lu Ansen really wanted to touch that small waist.

Why is it so thin?

I don't know how it is long, if he uses a little force, will it be broken?

Wait - what was he thinking?How could there be such a strange idea?

Lu Ansen shook his head, trying to get rid of these sultry thoughts, but the more he wanted to get rid of them, the more like vines took root in his head.He even thought, I heard that Cheng Lang has practiced yoga, how amazing is his flexibility?

I really want to try it!

Lu Ansen's face darkened, and he felt that Cheng Lang had made him more and more crooked.

Cheng Lang, who was changing his shirt, didn't spend as much time as Lu Ansen. Of course, if he had something, he would say it directly.

such as:

"Brother Lu, this shirt of yours is really nice. After putting it on, I feel a lot closer to you."

"Brother Lu, I'll give you this shirt as a souvenir. It's the shirt of the piano god Cheng Lang. It's no problem to take it out and buy it for millions."

"Brother Lu, do you still have the same style? Let's wear it together as a couple outfit. I've lived so long, and I haven't been in a relationship yet. Although it's a pity to give you such incomprehensible wood for the first time in love. , but who told me to love you?"

……

Lu Ansen turned his back on his nonsense and left.

Cheng Lang: "..."

After changing his clothes, he happily followed downstairs.

Sun Ying was downstairs, watching the two leave the study one after the other, she couldn't help thinking, what do they have to say, why did they get addicted to the study?Wait, what happened to Cheng Lang's shirt?If you read correctly, it seems that she picked it for her son, right?

Sun Ying was thinking about it, but she didn't expect to be on the road of Ruin Road. She just asked puzzledly, "Why did you change your clothes?"

Cheng Lang returned quickly, as if covering up something, and explained: "Aunt Sun, my shirt was scratched by Sasha."

Sun Ying figured it out when she thought about Sasha's habit of grabbing things, nodded her head to express her understanding, and said with a smile, "That dog was spoiled by A Sen."

Cheng Lang nodded and smiled: "No, if I had such a cute dog, I would pet it too."

The two of you talked to each other, and they even talked about the Heart Sutra of Raising a Dog.

Lu Ansen was listening, looking at Cheng Lang from time to time, with a trace of coldness in his eyes.Hypocritical man!One second he was still talking sweetly to him, and the next second he was covering up and avoiding him.In fact, he is more afraid of outsiders knowing their relationship than anyone else.No, what do they matter?It's not even ambiguous, but he started to be afraid.

Such a timid person even keeps saying that he is true love with him.

How ironic!

Lu Ansen smiled bitterly, Cheng Lang didn't dare to love him at all, and he knew it clearly, but he was still confused by his few words.

Really asking for trouble!

Lu Ansen suddenly felt unspeakable distress, which made him take all kinds of famous wines from the servant's tray and drink them endlessly.

White champagne, orange whiskey, colorful cocktails...

It is said that it is easy to get drunk when mixed with drinking.

While Cheng Lang was talking to Sun Ying, he kept paying attention to Lu Ansen's movement from the corner of his eye.Seeing the man with a cold face, mixing all kinds of wine, his brows were tightly frowned, his thin lips were pursed, and his face was full of displeasure.

What's going on here?Who messed with him?

Cheng Lang frowned, chatted with Sun Ying, and walked over.At this time, the man drank the wine from a servant's tray, and then walked to the long table filled with various delicacies, desserts and fine wines, and continued to drink.

He walked up to the man and didn't say a word. Instead, he glanced at the guests and looked for his mother.He hasn't seen his mother for a long time, and he is afraid that she will drink too much and no one will take care of her.Fortunately, he soon saw his mother, she was sitting on the sofa in the living room, next to the girl who sent him a birthday invitation not long ago.What is the name, he has forgotten.

It seems that he likes the girl very much.

Cheng Lang didn't think much about it, and then he turned his gaze away, his hands tightened, and in surprise, he was dragged away by Lu Ansen towards the back garden.

Lu Ansen was very angry, looking at beautiful women in front of him was simply too hateful.

He must give him some color and see!

When Cheng Lang was held by the man, he was only surprised for a moment. Before he even felt joy, his mind was occupied by panic.

Is this at a banquet?Still in front of so many people?

He, he actually grabbed his hand!

Cheng Lang flung it away bitterly, his eyes were filled with anger: "Let go! Lu Ansen, are you drunk?"

Lu Ansen stared at his angry eyes, sneered in his heart, grabbed his hand, and dragged him out of the hall.This time, he used force with his hand, and Cheng Lang shook it several times without shaking it off. His face was so stinky that it could kill people!

on purpose!

Lu Ansen did it on purpose!

Cheng Lang was very depressed, and told himself secretly, bear it, bear it, it will not look good if it makes a big fuss.

So comforted, Cheng Lang was dragged away by Lu Ansen in front of everyone.

He didn't know that after he left, some people were surprised, some people didn't understand, and some people understood something in their hearts, and drank a few more glasses of wine happily.This man was Ma Chenggong. He drank three glasses of whiskey happily, and a calculated smile flashed out of his cloudy eyes.