The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Lu Ansen glanced at him, but said nothing.

"Why didn't you go to work today? Is Mr. President so busy?"

Lu Ansen still glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Cheng Lang frowned, thinking that the other party did it on purpose.Every time I talk to him, I just don't answer, Nima, every minute provokes his urge to smack him.

Cheng Lang couldn't bear it any longer. No one had ever ignored him so much in his life.Thinking that he is a piano god, he is not a luminous body, but right now, at ten o'clock, there are two beauties whispering to him and winking at him.

Lu Ansen really looked down on people too much.

Cheng Lang felt that his glass heart was broken.

Don't say it, right?Okay, let's see how I deal with you, my lord.

Cheng Lang thought about it, strode forward, stretched out his arms, and stood in front of him.

Lu Ansen raised his head, his eyes were full of questions: What are you doing?

Cheng Lang didn't speak, and looked up and down at the man arrogantly.

Today, Lu Ansen is wearing a gray casual suit with a great sense of design. Charming silhouette.

Well, after the appraisal, he is a wild, sexy, sullen handsome man.

Cheng Lang licked his lower lip, and a trace of evil charm flowed out from between his brows.He looked at the radiant man in front of him, and said with a smile: "I once heard a saying, in fact, there is no such thing as high-coldness at all. A person who is silent in front of you and pretends to be cool on purpose may be in front of another person." Become a chatterbox. Most people can switch between high-coldness and teasing at any time, the difference lies in who you are facing. The so-called high-coldness is just a prelude to not opening up."

Lu Ansen only looked at him seriously, his eyes conveyed: What do you want to say?

Cheng Lang patted him on the shoulder, smiling gracefully and charmingly: "I think we need to open up and have a chat."

Lu Ansen: "..."

He felt that the man had bad intentions, and he didn't like to get too close to people, so he took a step back, staggering the other's arm on his body.

The corner of Cheng Lang's mouth twitched, and he was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

What's the matter with this disgusting action?

He is a majestic piano god, if you touch him, you will die?

Cheng Lang's little glass heart was really hit.

But he still suppressed himself, and forced a smile: "I, I have thought about what you said very seriously. My piano level is indeed very average. I have been famous for many years and have no masterpieces. It is really unreasonable. As a pianist, It's not wrong to play the piano well, but it's hot with the entertainment industry, and it's not wrong to say that it smells like copper..."

After Cheng Lang finished speaking, Lu Ansen opened his mouth unexpectedly, and said in a very serious tone: "Knowing mistakes can be corrected, and there is nothing good about it."

Cheng Lang: "..."

Men do it on purpose.

Absolutely is intentional.

He finally understood that he must have been sent by some god to destroy other people's designs.

Thinking about it, Cheng Lang's face turned cold, and he sneered in a low voice: "Mr. Lu, you must have never heard this sentence. When others hurt themselves, you must not go along with it. Are you stupid? Isn't it completely unreasonable? Your EQ has fallen out of the human world, right? You said you don't have any communication skills, but the Lu Corporation didn't destroy your hands, isn't it a miracle in the world?"

Lu Ansen: "..."

For a long time, his confession was just for fun?

In fact, deep down in his heart, he didn't feel that he played badly, nor did he think that what he said was reasonable?

Lu Ansen frowned, feeling like he was wasting his time in vain.

Forget it, why bother meddling?If this person doesn't listen to advice, let's not listen to advice.After all, he was a stranger, so he didn't need to waste his time talking.

But if he wants to leave, how can Cheng Lang let him go?

"stop!"

Cheng Lang snorted, grabbed his arm, and raised his handsome eyebrows: "Lu Ansen, I won't talk nonsense with you. You played the piano before!"

Lu Ansen was slightly startled, then shook his head: "No."

The corner of Cheng Lang's lips curved into a mocking arc, and he sneered, "Liar! You lied to me."

As he spoke, he grabbed his hand and raised it up, with a firm tone: "These hands are the hands that play the piano. I just need to touch it to know it. Lu Ansen, you have played the piano, and you have played it for a long time. From the time you told me Judging from the evaluation of the piano, you... at least play better than me."

Although I don't want to admit it, it's fine if the man in front of me doesn't play the piano, if he does, he must be better than him.

Lu Ansen frowned and said impatiently, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Regardless of what he said, Cheng Lang questioned: "Since you play the piano, why is there no news at all? You play well, why don't you play it anymore? I checked your information, and you have had close contacts with many piano players in the piano industry. "

Lu Ansen frowned tightly, and broke away from his hand.The paralyzed face finally cracked a bit, and it was a bit cold, and even the question was sarcasm: "Is it important that I have played the piano? You seem to be very interested in this?"

Cheng Lang suddenly couldn't answer.

Why did he catch Lu Ansen who can play the piano and never let him go?

Sure he can play the piano, what's the point?

Lu Ansen didn't expect him to answer, and walked forward.However, after taking two steps, he stopped again.He turned around and said solemnly, "Cheng Lang, I said that your piano skills are average, and you don't mean any malice."

Cheng Lang raised his head, with a smile in his eyes, and the stars and stars flowed in his eyes.

Lu Ansen looked away, and said in a deep voice, "I can only say, if you really like it, please be careful, and don't waste the talent bestowed on you by God."

He dared not look him in the eye.

Afraid of discovering something?

Cheng Lang curled up his lips, and the smile in his eyes was even wider, a bold guess faintly formed in his heart.

"Lu Ansen..."

"I wonder why you're investigating me?"

"..."

It's a good topic change.

Cheng Lang didn't know why he investigated him. After the award ceremony that day, or before the award ceremony, he knew about him. He couldn't tell why, but he was interested in him.

Of course, Cheng Lang didn't think too much about it, and attributed all this to Lu Ansen's good looks.He is a standard face control, it is rare to see a person more attractive than him.

Cheng Lang didn't speak, and Lu Ansen didn't say much either. He turned around and walked towards the swimming pool area.

As the top fitness club in Lin'an City, Gabelle has divided into many gymnasiums.The swimming pool can be said to be the most luxurious place. At first glance, it is large, spacious and bright, accommodating about twenty swimming pools.There are deck chairs by each swimming pool for resting, and the round tables beside the deck chairs are equipped with drinks such as red wine and juice.

Cheng Lang sat on the deck chair, not intending to swim.One is that he can't swim, and the other is that he saw Lu Ansen coming.

The man took off his suit and only wore black boxers.As he expected, the figure couldn't be better.Every line is perfect.Bronze skin, sprawling muscles, well-developed chest muscles, eight-pack abs, and a seductive mermaid line.Especially a certain bulging one, which is extraordinarily magnificent.

Cheng Lang glanced secretly, thinking that he should not take off his clothes and show his ugliness.

He's been exercising, but no matter how hard he exercises, he just can't develop his eight-pack abs.No, not even six yuan, which really hurt his heart.

"You don't swim?"

Unaware of his small thoughts, Lu Ansen walked over and saw him sitting on a chair, and opened his mouth on his own initiative.

Cheng Lang didn't answer, he picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip.

"No? Do you want me to teach you?"

Cheng Lang: "..."

Aren't you taciturn and don't like to talk?

Why are there so many conversations?

Cheng Lang didn't want to talk, whether he couldn't or would, he was destined to be inferior to him.

He didn't talk here, and Sun Ying, who was comparing her figure with Cheng Lan in the water, said, "Hey, Xiao Cheng, come down for a swim. Our swimming skills in Asen are good, butterfly stroke, breaststroke, backstroke, freestyle swimming, each All of them are at the level where you can become a teacher."

real or fake?

So talented?

With such a good figure, wouldn't it be better when you stretch your body.

I really want to appreciate it.

Cheng Lang felt like a cat's paw in his heart, with a calm face, he shook his head and said, "...No need, I'm not interested."

Sun Ying glanced at her son's manly figure, then at Cheng Lang's thin figure, her eyes rolled, she probably understood, and she was even more unwilling to let him go.

This is a rare opportunity to overwhelm Cheng Lan.

"A lot of things have to be tried before you are interested. Xiao Cheng, come on, come down and swim for two laps. How can a big boy not be able to swim?"

Sun Ying warmly invited Cheng Lang, and Cheng Lan over there heard her intentions, so she smiled and said, "Xiao Lu's swimming skills are so good, come, teach auntie. Auntie is stupid, and she hasn't learned it yet. .”

This is blocked for the son.

Sun Ying frowned, feeling unhappy in her heart, but there was nothing she could do, so she had to waste a few words to settle the matter.

"Sister Cheng, I don't think your looks are directly proportional to your IQ. I heard you said that you have learned to swim for a long time, and you haven't learned it for a long time. You can't make a vase."

"You can't make a vase if you want to. Besides, Sister Sun, what you said is wrong. We, Alan, have good looks, good temperament, and great talent, which shows that we have good genes."

"It may be that the father's genes are strong."

"..."

Cheng Lan thought about that scumbag, his appearance and IQ were indeed good.

Alas, this old fairy Sun has a really bad mouth.

Seeing a gloomy look in her eyes, Sun Ying covered her mouth belatedly.When she bickered with Cheng Lan, she was actually making some innocuous jokes.She doesn't mean to hurt anyone.

Sun Ying, who felt that she was hurting others, ran away in desperation and went swimming alone.