Become a villain and swing your sword at the scumbag!

Lu Cheng suddenly laughed out loud after hearing this.

"I used to think that Mr. Nan could prosper in this Bishui Teahouse without looking for a backer, so he must be a very smart person."

"I didn't expect that when I saw him today, he turned out to be an idiot."

When Nan Siyan heard what he said, he was unhappy. He raised his hand and pushed him, and raised his eyebrows: "It's okay if Third Master doesn't like me. Why are you mocking me like this?"

Lu Chengting pinched his wrist and looked at him with a smile, not angry.

"Let me teach you what a wise man should do."

Nan Siyan raised his eyebrows: "Tell me about it."

Lu Chengting looked at the unconvinced expression on his face and thought he was cute and tight, so he smiled and said:

"If you were smart, you should take this opportunity to please me and say that although you want to go home with me, you can't bear to leave this stage."

"While taking the money I gave you, you secretly redeemed yourself. At the same time, you continue to stay in this Bishui teahouse, dragging me, relying on me, and letting me come to see you and give you more money."

"When you have saved up enough money for your wife and enough money to support yourself for the rest of your life, then take the money and leave this ten-mile foreign business while I am busy, and fly far away."

"Wouldn't it be nice to disappear and live happily ever after?"

Nan Siyan was stunned when Lu Cheng heard about it, and retorted to him: "Teach me this way, you are the fool!"

After saying that, he lowered his head again and whispered: "Why are you saving up for a wife? How can any girl be willing to marry someone like me?"

Lu Chengting stretched out his hand, lifted Nan Siyan's chin with his fingertips, and clicked his tongue at his face that looked pretty alluring even without makeup.

"Indeed, girls will only envy you for being prettier than them."

Nan Siyan's cheeks turned red at what he said, and she glanced at him, with a hint of amorous feelings in the corners of her eyes and brows that he didn't know she had, and said angrily: "Sex."

Lu Chengting has never been willing to suffer losses.

Nan Siyan said this to him. If he didn't take the title, he would feel at a loss.

He didn't refute and kissed Nan Siyan directly on the lips.

Nan Siyan was startled and raised his hand to push Lu Chengting, but unfortunately he didn't have much strength. Not only did he fail to push him away, but Lu Chengting started to push him harder and more recklessly.

Nan Siyan raised his head slightly and couldn't breathe several times. He wanted to shut up, but he was afraid that the bite would hurt Lu Chengting, so he didn't dare to move.

Only after a long time, when it became really difficult to breathe and felt that the brain was starting to lack oxygen, did he have to cry out and raise his hands to pinch Lu Chengting's throat.

He felt that Lu Cheng listened with ease, breathing heavily, and raised his hand to wipe away the crystal tears that spilled from the corners of his mouth: "The third master is so skilled, I must have had several aunts in the family take care of him, right?"

Lu Chengting found it funny when he saw Nan Siyan's sour and jealous look.

Suddenly remembering something I heard from someone many years ago, I raised my hand and pressed the corner of Nan Siyan's lips with my thumb, deliberately teasing him:

"As the saying goes, a wife is worse than a concubine, and a concubine is worse than a thief. If Mr. Nan looks like this, if I steal him twice, he will definitely make me dream about him and be unable to stop."

Hearing this, Nan Siyan felt sad. He raised his hand and pushed Lu Chengting's hand away, and stood up:

"I am not arrogant, but if Third Master only intends to use Si Yan as a plaything, please be kind and let me go."

Lu Chengting looked up at him with a smile on his face: "What if I use force? Does Mr. Nan plan to stab me with a knife?"

Nan Siyan's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his waist, but found nothing.

He suddenly looked up at Lu Chengting and saw a dagger between his fingers. It was the same one he had kept on his waist these past few days.

Nan Siyan has had countless helpless and desperate experiences since he was a child.

He had to admit that he did have feelings for Lu Cheng and had unrealistic illusions.

But precisely because of this, he couldn't accept being Lu Chengting's whim toy.

"Give the dagger back to me. How could I dare to stab you? Third Master, stand farther away, lest I stab myself to death and splash blood on your face." Nan Siyan gritted his teeth and said.

Lu Chengting chuckled and placed the dagger on the coffee table.

He stood up, walked to Nan Siyan, and pinched his smooth cheeks: "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just kidding you."

He reached out and hooked Nan Siyan's waist and brought him into his arms: "I've been seeing you these past few days, but you haven't asked me about it. When did I, Lu Cheng, get married, take concubines, or have a good relationship?"

Nan Siyan really hasn't asked about it.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t dare.

He bumped into his broad and warm embrace, only to realize that Lu Chengting was more than half a head taller than him. Being restrained by Lu Chengting's strong arms, he suddenly gave up the idea of ​​struggling.

He put his cheek on his shoulder and said awkwardly: "I am just an unworthy actor in this small teahouse. How dare I inquire about your private affairs, Mr. Lu?"

Lu Cheng clicked his tongue: "It seems that Mr. Nan has never been interested in me. He just wanted to get the money, so he sent me away and ended the matter as soon as possible."

Nan Siyan didn't say anything. He breathed gently and listened to the light woody fragrance on Lu Cheng's body. After a long time, he asked him: "Can you take it seriously?"

Lu Chengting raised his other hand and hugged him: "Ask yourself."

Nan Siyan didn't dare.

This was his first official meeting with Lu Chengting, and the distance between the two was far beyond his expectation.

Although he is in this romantic field and doing a low-level job, he thinks that his body and mind are cleaner than anyone else.

If he wants to love someone, he will give his whole heart to him without any reservation.

Lu Chengting was like a pie falling from the sky, something taken out of a bag, a rabbit waiting to come.

Let him not dare to hand over his heart so easily.

He said: "Can I follow the method you taught me, first use the money you gave me to redeem myself, and then stay in this teahouse to continue singing, dragging you, relying on you, waiting for you to give me more money? ?”

Lu Chengting was amused by him and said gently: "Okay."

Nan Siyan pursed her lips: "Will you wait for me?"

Lu Chengting asked back: "When you save enough money, will you fly away?"

Nan Siyan shook his head: "When I save enough money, I will be your aunt."

He didn't dare to expect Lu Cheng to accept the position of his first wife.

Men have to carry on the family line, but he doesn't have that ability, nor is he worthy of Lu Chengting's status.

Lu Chengting didn't plan to meet him formally for the first time, so giving him too heavy a promise would be too much like trying to make a pie, and it would make Nan Siyan feel uneasy.

He raised his hand and touched the back of Nan Siyan's head, and only said to him: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

The lights in the room were dim, and Nan Siyan leaned against Lu Chengting, feeling inexplicably at ease.

Not long after, he opened his mouth and secretly yawned.

Lu Chengting raised his wrist, looked at the time, and let go of him: "Go back to bed early. I'll see you again tomorrow."

Nan Siyan felt reluctant to give up. She grasped the corner of his clothes and took half a step back: "I won't go on stage tomorrow."

He kissed Lu Chengting tonight, and he consciously regarded himself as Lu Chengting's person.

If Lu Chengting really has too much money and nowhere to spend it, just give him more. He won't be too much after all.

It would be too uneconomical to reserve the place and leave it to this tea house for free.

He lowered his head, looked at the spotless leather shoes on Lu Chengting's feet, and whispered, "If you want to hear it, I can sing it to you alone."