The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Cheng Lan was hurriedly taken out of the country by He Lin's sleeping pills. Cheng Lang was still in the dark, and he was still in the mood to joke with Lu Ansen: "Guess, when can we have Miss Cheng's wedding wine?"

Lu Ansen didn't reply, his eyes were focused on the bruise on his face.

Cheng Lang's handsome face was swollen in several places, and the corners of his lips were red and blue, like a good canvas being smeared arbitrarily, ruining the beauty.

Some distressed, some angry, distressed that he was hurt, angry that he did not allow him to intervene.

Lu Ansen clenched his fists, held back the anger in his heart, and couldn't help but think: Cheng Lang is not a person who is willing to suffer, how much does he value Xu Yuan to be willing to be beaten up by him like this?And he was excluded, because he didn't believe him?Still don't care about him?

Cheng Lang saw Lu Ansen's dignified expression and knew that he was thinking too much.However, he didn't explain, but leaned over and looked like a ruffian: "I feel distressed? Then give me a whir."

Lu Ansen's face was cold, but his heart softened.He pretended like this, but in fact, it was more pleasing to the heart.Stretching out his hand, he stroked the top of his soft hair, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Cheng Lang smiled unrestrainedly: "Lu Ansen, I am stronger than you think."

Lu Ansen pursed his lips: "I know."

Cheng Lang's eyes darkened, and his voice was a little funny: "You always know everything, but I know very little about you. But, what do you know? Let's hear it."

Lu Ansen withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes and said, "You will never let yourself suffer."

Cheng Lang frowned: "How can you see that?"

"Xu Yuan hit you, you admit your mistake, give in, and it's over. But you deliberately provoked his violence, and let him beat you with scars."

"I'm right outside the door. If you don't want to be beaten, just call me and I'll help you. But you don't need it, and you don't even have any pain."

"Cheng Lang, you seem innocent and ignorant of worldly affairs, but when it comes to major events, you are always the most sensible one."

Naturally so.

Cheng Lang was born in a poor family, and it is impossible for him to get to where he is today without a little trick.

In fact, the humbler people are, the more ruthless they are in chasing power, fame and fortune.Not only ruthless to the enemy, but even more ruthless to himself.

Cheng Lang lay down casually, leaning on the pillow, and praised with a smile: "No one knows me better than Brother Lu. Lu Ansen, I really love you more and more."

Lu Ansen stood up abruptly, looked at him coldly, and said in a low voice, "No matter what your purpose is, if you hurt the enemy by one thousand and yourself by eight hundred, it's stupid to end up hurting both sides!"

Cheng Lang smiled nonchalantly: "Don't be angry, how could it be a mutual loss? At least I will part ways with Xu Yuan peacefully. Really, this result is the best. After all, he helped me a lot, and now he beat me up in a fit of anger , also shattered the kindness of these years. Brother Lu, I don't lose."

Breaking with him for no reason, people who don't know will say that he is a white-eyed wolf, crossing rivers and tearing down bridges, and ungrateful.

And he was grateful for his six years of kindness, and broke up rashly, and felt guilty in his heart.

However, it is gone now.Xu Yuan beat him up and successfully shattered those little guilts.

Cheng Lang smiled, stretched out his arms and pulled him to sit on the bed, then opened his mouth to bite his neck and his Adam's apple.He seemed to be intoxicated in a speechless atmosphere, squinting his eyes and said: "Brother Lu, I am free, can you feel it? I don't need to obey Xu Yuan's orders, and I don't need to be grateful for his kindness Well. I can do what I want now, I can play the piano, go wandering, go wherever I want.”

It turned out to be the case.

Lu Ansen was also really happy for him, his brows and eyes softened: "Well, I will accompany you."

Promise?

Cheng Lang slowly opened his eyes, with slightly curved lips, and asked with a smile, "How can you accompany me?"

Lu Ansen thought for a while and said in a low voice: "Cry with you, laugh with you, do what you want to do with you, and realize your dreams with you. Cheng Lang, I will be the most loyal servant..." He said Here, after a pause, he said again in a solemn tone: "And an underground lover."

Ha, underground lover?

Is this sweet talk?

I'm getting more and more acquainted with style!

Cheng Lang leaned over and rewarded him with a kiss.Because the corners of his lips were covered with medicine, this kiss had a slightly spicy taste.

Lu Ansen frowned slightly, and avoided it: "Be serious, be careful of the wound."

Cheng Lang put away his joking heart, looked at him deeply, and suddenly said in an unprecedentedly serious tone: "But Lu Ansen, I don't need you to accompany me, I just need you to play the piano with me."

After the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly became cold and silent.

Cheng Lang looked at him and continued to ask: "Will you play the piano again for me?"

Lu Ansen remained silent.

"Because of Gu Yanchuan?"

"Ah."

"It's not necessary, it's an unreasonable promise."

"Promises are generally unreasonable."

Cheng Lang's eyes darkened, and his words were ironic: "I don't need your participation, and you do the same. It's really fair!"

Lu Ansen pinched his temples with his fingers, and his eyes were a little irritable: "I promised him that I would never touch the piano again in this life."

"What if I asked you to play the piano for me?"

"Cheng Lang, this is not a good request."

So, he made trouble for no reason?

In an instant, the atmosphere between the two became colder.

Cheng Lang put his hands on the bed to support his body, rolled his eyes, and said nothing.A little bored, he flattened himself on the bed and closed his eyes.

Lu Ansen saw that he was about to fight coldly, thought for a while, and said, "Are you hungry? I'll ask someone to cook some porridge for you."

Cheng Lang said coldly, "Go and cook."

Lu Ansen: "..."

Hearing no reply, Cheng Lang opened his eyes and sneered: "Isn't this a good request?"

Lu Ansen: "..."

He's just not good at cooking, and he's afraid that he won't like porridge.

"Okay, I'll cook, what kind of porridge do you want?"

"casual."

"Is eight-treasure porridge okay?"

"casual."

"Can I eat sweets?"

"casual."

After throwing it out three times in a row, Cheng Lang turned his back and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Seeing that Cheng Lang refused to communicate, Lu Ansen bent over, planted a comforting kiss on his cheek, and walked out of the room.

Nima, the young master is upset, and dare to take advantage of me!

Cheng Lang was so angry that he wanted to curse, he thumped the quilt, gritted his teeth and said, "Huh, sooner or later, you will be crying and begging to play a duet with my master."

downstairs kitchen

Under the guidance of the maid Xiaoru, Lu Ansen finally made a pot of eight-treasure porridge.

There are all kinds of grains and miscellaneous grains, which are said to be a great tonic.

Cheng Lang reckoned that it was about the same time, and when he came down to look for food, he was speechless when he saw a bowl of dark porridge on the dining table.He scratched his head and smiled a little stiffly: "Black rice porridge?"

Lu Ansen shook his head, and said seriously: "Eight-treasure porridge, there are all kinds of miscellaneous grains in it, and black rice as well."

Cheng Lang curled his lips: "No, the color is a bit strange." He said, leaning down, smelling it, his eyes full of disgust: "It still smells burnt, Lu Ansen, did you fall asleep while cooking the porridge?"

"This is my first time cooking porridge."

"so what?"

"Practice makes perfect."

"Then how many times are you ready to count?"

"Ten times, it's perfect, it's an auspicious number."

"..."

Tsk tsk, men who dare to love are still feudal and superstitious!

Cheng Lang stirred it a few times with a spoon, and there were lumps of black bumps, which reminded him of something, and he almost spat it out.He turned his eyes away in disgust, it was really hard to eat, and he couldn't even taste it for the sake of saving face. "

Feeling embarrassed, Lu Ansen moved the porridge away and said in a low voice, "Forget it, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it myself. Just wait a few more minutes, and I've asked the nanny to cook it for you again."

After all, he sat on his seat, snorted, and drank by himself.

Seeing that he was eating with relish, Cheng Lang leaned over and asked like a curious baby: "How does it taste? Is there any discomfort? Do you want to call an emergency?"

Seeing that his mouth was open, Lu Ansen just scooped up a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

Sweet and greasy, sticky and nauseating, the taste is really bad.

Cheng Lang frowned and opened his mouth to spit.

Lu Ansen stared into his eyes and smiled: "Alang, share the joys and sorrows. How is it?"

Nima, sweet talk!

It's really a child can be taught, and he will become more and more provocative.

Cheng Lang swallowed the porridge and said with a smile: "I suddenly remembered that Aunt Sun asked you to cook before, and you came to beg my master for mercy."

Lu Ansen: "..."

Definitely black history!

He still remembers being teased by Cheng Lang in various ways at that time, making his mind so charming that he couldn't sleep at night.

What a goblin.

He really never thought that one day he would eat the little goblin, and now it feels like a dream is unreal.

Seeing him staring blankly, Cheng Lang waved his hand and said, "What are you thinking? So obsessed?"

Lu Ansen's face was dark red, he quickly shook his head, lowered his eyes, and said while drinking porridge, "It's nothing."

Cheng Lang didn't ask any further questions. He put his hands on the dining table and said cheerfully alone: ​​"Although the porridge cooked is extremely bad, but sending goose feathers from thousands of miles away is light in gift and affectionate. It's because you are willing to wash my hands and make soup for me." , I will forgive you for your previous rudeness."

Does this mean reconciliation with him?

Finally able to speak properly.

Lu Ansen breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master Cheng, for your forgiveness."

Really on the road!

Cheng Lang smiled and patted him on the shoulder, his eyes were evil: "Brother Lu is serious, you and I are lovers on the bed, brothers off the bed, Lang loves the king, and the love is stronger than gold, so there is no need to do so."

Lu Ansen: "..."

Believe that he can speak well!

Cheng Lang is in a bad mood and can't speak well, but in a good mood, he can't speak well.This person is quick-witted, flirtatious and frivolous, and he is a provocative master.

Even if the maid Xiaoru brought a bowl of delicious eight-treasure porridge, he ate it happily, but he couldn't keep his mouth shut, chattering endlessly: "Brother Lu, my mother just sent me a message saying that I went to the world of two with Brother He. I won't be back in the next half month. Tell me, how can I live this half month? I'm lonely and alone, how desolate is it?"

Lu Ansen wiped out the last mouthful of porridge, and wiped his mouth with the towel: "So?"

Cheng Lang smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Look at my disfigured face. I don't think I can go out to meet people for a week. So, during this time, can you stay? I will give the servant a few days off, and we will also spend it A world for two? Okay?"