The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Lu Ansen made up his mind that he didn't want to have any more contact with Cheng Lang, but the relationship between the two was broken in the new round of competition between the two mothers.

Sun Ying cried in front of him with a runny nose and tears: "What's wrong with asking you to draw my eyebrows? Look at Cheng Lang, how well he made up his mother. Sigh, it's like a caring little padded jacket." Yes, why don’t I have such a son? Pity me, this life is miserable! I’m half buried, what’s the point of living?”

Lu Ansen: "..."

What is this and what, the more I talk about it, the more I have no boundaries.

He endured his displeasure, and said in a low voice: "Mom, I can give you whatever you want. But please ask for something I can give, okay?"

Sun Ying cried even louder: "Old Lu, why did you abandon me? Pity me for being disgusted by others, please hurry up and take me away at night. I'm dead... "

Lu Ansen: "..."

Now that his father has been invited out, what else can he do?

Lu Ansen started to learn how to draw eyebrows, and when he saw his mother coming out with tweezers, he asked puzzledly, "What are you doing with this thing?"

Sun Ying tucked her eyebrows, exerted a little force, and replied, "Pull the eyebrows."

Lu Ansen frowned and didn't speak.

Sun Ying pulled it out for a while, trimmed an eyebrow shape in front of the mirror, and then handed out the eyebrow pencil.

Lu Ansen took it over with a blank expression on his face: "What are you doing?"|

Sun Ying raised her eyebrows: "Draw eyebrows."

Lu Ansen frowned: "Well...you pluck your eyebrows for a while, and draw them in for a while, don't you?" He pointed to his head, which meant that there was something wrong with his head.

Sun Ying suddenly felt that it was difficult to communicate with her son, so she scratched her head and said in a nutshell: "Just follow the method I taught you, and just paint and trace my eyebrows for me." : "Did you see it? Slightly rising, it looks vigorous and energetic, understand?"

Lu Ansen understood, but couldn't describe well.The eyebrow pencil was held in his hand, as if against him, it flicked around, leaving crooked brown marks.

Not only that, but Sun Ying was very painful from being poked by his eyebrow pencil, she complained in a low voice because of the pain: "Take it easy, take it easy, this is your old lady's skin, not drawing paper. Oops, move gently for me. "

The more she directs, the more chaotic he becomes.The eyebrow pencil swayed from side to side several times, and the entire eyebrow shape was completely messed up, like a bitten crescent moon, and the unevenness lost all the beauty.

Sun Ying was so angry that she pushed his hand away and asked him to trace on the paper.

Poor Lu Ansen traced all afternoon, his hands were sore, and he couldn't trace a good shape.He thought that this matter would be settled, who would have thought that the next day, Cheng Lang would give his mother a lady's hairstyle again.

So, his hard days came again.

Sun Ying asked him to comb her hair, a simple style, he did it all morning, but he didn't come up with anything, and was disgusted by his mother for a while.

Lu Ansen had no choice but to hide in the bedroom, pulled Cheng Lang out of the blacklist, and then sent a sentence: Are you free?

Cheng Lang quickly replied to the message: Yo, Brother Lu, long time no see.You finally showed mercy and Ken released me from the blacklist.

Lu Ansen suddenly didn't know what to say.

Cheng Lang obviously had a lot to say to him and initiated a video call.

Lu Ansen hesitated again and again, but agreed.

In the next second, a handsome face flashed on the phone.

Speaking of which, it has been three days since I disappeared.

His heart is full of longings that he hasn't seen in a day, like three autumns.But it is still within the acceptable range, so he can look at the other party with a cold face and expressionless face.

Cheng Lang should be outside, probably in the corridor of a hotel, the bright white floor reflects the faint yellow light.He seemed to have had a drink and was in a good mood.That handsome face was flushed, and when he looked at him, his eyes were drunk and blurred, but it was like the waves of a lake.

Lu Ansen frowned, who is this drinking with?I was a little irritable in my heart, and when I thought of him showing such a beautiful appearance in front of others, I felt all kinds of upset.

Cheng Lang didn't have this kind of discomfort anymore. On the contrary, he was very happy to receive the man's WeChat message.This kind of inexplicable happiness dilutes the depression of men ignoring him these days, so he can still look warm and smile, and ask in a low voice: "Brother Lu, how are you doing recently?"

Ask knowingly.He put on makeup and combed Cheng Ma's hair again, didn't he expect his mother to compare her when she saw it, and torment him?

A brat full of bad water!

Lu Ansen knew it in his heart, but he didn't make it clear, but said in a low voice, "Are you free?"

Is he idle and bored?

Therefore, all kinds of moths came out, and I accompanied my mother to do all kinds of work.

Cheng Lang heard the cynicism in the man's words, and his heart felt a little bitter.His face was slightly cold, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and his tone was cynical and sneering: "Yes, thanks to you, I played the piano for your mother once, so I don't have to start work this year."

Dare he find it by himself?

A hint of annoyance flashed across Lu Ansen's eyes. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, thinking that he should find a way to keep him busy so that he would not have time to play around with his mother.

As he thought this way, a hand appeared in the video.There is no front, the man put his hand on Cheng Lang's shoulder, and said drunken words: "Master Cheng, let's go and drink. Today is a good day, let's not stop getting drunk!"

Lu Ansen frowned tightly when he heard this, and pressed his lips together, "Where are you? What are you doing?"

Cheng Lang didn't answer, but avoided the man's hand, and leaned against the wall, with a smirk on Jun's face: "What's the matter? Brother Lu? I don't think you look good."

His complexion has not been good-looking.

Lu Ansen clenched his phone tightly, his eyes darkened.He was holding the mobile phone, turning back and forth in the bedroom, and his mind was running fast: where is Cheng Lang, and which hotel is it?Looking at the decoration, it looks a bit like Shengtian Hotel.

After figuring it out, he took his phone and walked out.

Cheng Lang saw him walking around, and the images in the video were messed up, and he was very upset: "You are like this, you always put on a paralyzed face, like someone owes you 300 million! No, you have money, it should be someone who owes you Three hundred million. No, it’s not right, you have a paralyzed face... Generally, people who like to put on such a paralyzed face are either born with a lack of emotion, or have experienced major emotional trauma in the later stage. Tell me, which type do you belong to?"

The man on the phone was chattering endlessly, Lu Ansen got in the car, and heard him talking nonsense.He was so angry, he would have hung up long ago.But today, I'm so crazy to listen to his drunken nonsense here.

Lu Ansen was so angry that he threw his phone on the passenger seat next to him, turned on the engine with a dark face, and drove to Shengtian Hotel.

"What are you doing? Lu Ansen—"

The sound stopped abruptly, because he just fell and the screen went black.However, within 2 minutes of being dark, the phone vibrated endlessly.

Lu Ansen held the steering wheel in one hand and the mobile phone in the other. The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number.He frowned, did not hang up, and vaguely guessed who was calling.

After hesitating for two seconds, he connected, and it really was him.

Cheng Lang seemed to be really drunk, and his voice was low and sad: "Actually, Brother Lu, if you don't send me a message, I'm going to pretend to be crazy and call you by drinking. You don't know yet, do you? I changed the phone number, here, 187...that's the number... Lu Ansen, don't blacklist me from now on."

At the end, the voice was a little coquettish and aggrieved.

Lu Ansen's heart felt sore and soft when he heard it. Is this person really drunk, or as he said, has been using alcohol to pretend to be crazy?

Cheng Lang didn't give him extra time to think, and started to prove that he was really drunk.Because he started to sing, it was an old song, if Lu Ansen was not too familiar with the lyrics of this old song, with Cheng Lang's singing voice, it would be difficult for him to tell that he was singing "Winter's Secret" by Zhou Chuanxiong.

"If I say I must love you and promise you a heart more complete than friendship..."

Cheng Lang roared desperately, and couldn't bear to listen when he went off tune.

Lu Ansen put his phone away, and couldn't help complaining: "Cheng Lang, have you really studied music? Being able to sing an old song as if it was original is also a skill."

Cheng Lang: "..."

He savored it for two seconds before he realized that it was because the man disliked him for singing out of tune.He was not angry either, and yelled two more songs hysterically.Strangely, the man didn't hang up.

He seemed to understand something in an instant, his heart was warm, and he was a little moved.

This man... is the kind of hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

Suddenly recalling the comments made by the male and female secretary Charlene, she felt upright, um, that's true.

The upright Lu Ansen arrived at Shengtian Hotel half an hour later, and after asking around at the counter, he went to the box opened by Cheng Lang.He didn't push the door straight in, but looked through the half-open door to see what was going on inside.

To be precise, it should be a banquet, and there are not many guests, except for Cheng Lang, who is the man with one arm exposed in the video.

About 30 years old, with a medium build, a face with a very dark complexion, full of vicissitudes of life.The man's appearance is not outstanding, and he doesn't show any temperament.The poor-quality suit was wrinkled, adding a little bit of embarrassment.

Lu Ansen didn't discriminate against looks, but when he first saw a man, he felt inexplicably disliked.

Why is Cheng Lang so close to this person?

And set up a banquet alone, to invite this person?