The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

Cheng Lang calmed down and walked towards the box. When he passed the counter, he suddenly thought that he could settle the bill by the way.

"No, no, no need, Cheng, Master Cheng, someone has already paid the bill." It was the first time for the counter lady to have such a close contact with the piano god, her face was blushing with excitement, and she couldn't speak fluently.

"Have you settled the bill?" Cheng Lang was stunned, "Who paid it? It's like 70 to [-]."

"Yes, yes, it's Mr. Lu."

Lu Ansen?

He settled the bill?

are you crazy!

Cheng Lang is so angry, what does this mean? He said he booked the venue, how did he become a freelancer in the end?

Cheng Lang angrily went to Lu Ansen to make an argument. The latter sat on the seat, sipping tea leisurely, and glanced at him casually: "Is this important?"

How can it be unimportant?

Is the man's face a problem?

Cheng Lang stared at him bitterly: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Lu Ansen shook his head seriously: "No."

Cheng Lang rolled his eyes: "I don't even believe a single punctuation mark in what you said."

It's just a punctuation mark.

Lu Ansen's voice was low: "It's up to you."

Cheng Lang: "..."

A man is really a topic terminator!

Lu Ansen said coldly, and Sun Ying quickly answered: "Ah Lang, you don't have to take this matter to heart. We, Asen, are not short of money, how can you spend money if you eat with us? It’s not easy for you as a pianist to earn money, how about hundreds of thousands, save it and buy some skin care products for your mother?”

Cheng Lan: "..."

Cheng Lang: "..."

What does this face of local tyrant showing off his wealth mean?

It's not like he can't afford hundreds of thousands of dollars. What's the big deal about booking a venue and a meal?If it wasn't for my face, would you guys be able to come in today?I really can't figure it out!

Cheng Lang was upset, but he didn't turn back.With a cold face, he ate some food without saying a word.When he was full of wine and food, he held his mother's hand and bid farewell to them with a good temper.

Boss Lu saw that their mother and son were about to leave, so he personally delivered them to the door.A parking boy had already brought them a car and opened the car door considerately.

Cheng Lang sat in the driver's seat and waved goodbye to Boss Lu.He started the engine and watched his mother's unhappy face in the rearview mirror as he drove.

"Miss Cheng, what's the matter?" Although Cheng Lang asked, he knew the reason in his heart.

No wonder at the dinner table, Xiu's son Xiu lost and felt humiliated.

Cheng Lan was really upset about this, and said aggrievedly: "Obviously we booked the venue and invited guests, but the old goblin Sun ordered his son to pay the bill. Hmph, how treacherous! But, where were you at that time? Mr. Cheng, you lost the chain at a critical moment, do you know that?"

Cheng Lang: "..."

He was so angry by Lu Ansen that he was about to destroy the character set!In order to maintain his image, he forcefully poured himself three bowls of chicken soup for the soul, and managed to calm down.But that certainly cannot be said.

However, it turned out that he really misunderstood him.It was not his idea to take the initiative to check out.So ashamed, he remembered that he seemed to lose face on the spot.

Cheng Lang blushed, turned the steering wheel with one hand, tapped his forehead with the other, and thought about his words: "Miss Cheng, that... Lu Ansen is a big president worth over [-] million yuan. .Benefit master, do you know? You can easily buy ten of your son's worth."

Cheng Lan made a confused face: "Mr. Cheng, you don't need to explain the word "financial master" in such detail. As for me, I understand it all. Also, you don't need to use yourself as a metaphor. Ms. Cheng is kind."

Cheng Lang: "..."

Cheng Lan fiddled with her for a while, and then said: "Your worth is not low, if ten of you are included, then the worth... Tsk, you really have a lot of money!"

Cheng Lang nodded fiercely: "So, Miss Cheng, our financial ability is flawed, and we can't compare it."

Cheng Lan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she nodded sharply: "Then Mr. Cheng, we don't compare material wealth, but spiritual wealth?"

Spiritual wealth?

What the hell is that?

Cheng Lang looked dumbfounded, and then he heard his mother say: "Mr. Cheng, you are a rare filial son in the world, and you must be the reincarnation of the Lord Lying on the Ice Begging the Carp."

It's true that this is a compliment, why does it feel weird?

Cheng Lang felt uneasy: "And then?"

Cheng Lan said with a smile: "It's actually very simple, just play the role of a filial son. When you're free, make some desserts and pastries for Miss Cheng, and let me post them on Moments to show off."

At this point, Cheng Lang already understood.He can cook gourmet food and desserts, but Lu Ansen, a cold and paralyzed CEO, may not be able to.Compared with this, mother is a sure win!So, he smiled dotingly, turned his head and asked her: "Have you added Aunt Sun's WeChat?"

Cheng Lan looked smug: "Yeah. I finally got it, that kid Lu Ansen, I have it too, how about you?"

Lu Ansen's WeChat account?

Good stuff!

A green light flashed across Cheng Lang's eyes, and then disappeared for a brief moment.

No, I lost face with Lu Ansen several times.It is said that the matter of making him accept himself as an apprentice willingly has not been settled yet, and if he takes the initiative to apply to add WeChat, it will be embarrassing and thrown at grandma's house.He had to let Lu Ansen take the initiative to add him.

When Cheng Lang thought of this, he was overwhelmed thinking about how to get a man to add him on WeChat.Make a harassing phone call to hint?Or hook up anonymously?Just as he was thinking about it, the phone in his pocket rang.

【If I say I must love you, I promise to give you a heart more complete than friendship...】

Zhou Chuanxiong's deep, hoarse and vicissitudes of life singing broke his reverie.

Cheng Lang connected to the phone, it was his manager—Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan is six years older than Cheng Lang, and in his [-]s, he is handsome, mature and steady, and is a gold medal manager in the entertainment industry.He has a keen eye, is wise and talented, and in just a few years, he has made Cheng Lang, who is not in the entertainment circle, even more popular than a first-line star.

As far as Cheng Lang is concerned, Xu Yuan is his bole, and even more so, his benefactor.

Cheng Lang respected him very much, and he called softly and affectionately: "Brother Xu, what's the matter?"

Xu Yuan's side was very noisy, with many footsteps going back and forth.

Cheng Lang heard a middle-aged man shouting, "Well, just from this angle... Do you remember the lines? Well, the expression should be more natural."

He preliminarily judged that Xu Yuan was on the set, thinking that most of his subordinates were star models, but he was willing to pay extra attention to praise him as a pianist, so he respected him even more.In addition to this respect, there is more concern.

"Is it the weekend today? Brother Xu didn't rest either."

Xu Yuan laughed softly: "There is still a rest day in this line of work? Aaron, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you are getting more and more lazy."

Cheng Lang: "..."

Xu Yuan teased him a few more words, then asked where he was.

"I just had dinner with my mother, what's the matter?"

After finishing speaking, whistles sounded one after another.

Xu Yuan frowned: "Are you driving? Did you eat outside?"

Cheng Lang's eyes were filled with surprise: "Hmm. Is it strange?"

"It's not your style? You rarely dine out with your aunt."

"Is there a special situation today?"

"What's so special?"

"Brother Xu, you have a lot of questions, what's the matter?"

Xu Yuan was silent for a while, and then said: "You asked me about Lu Ansen before, did something happen?"

"No! Didn't I go to accept the award that day? It happened to be him who presented the award, so I just asked out of curiosity."

"That's it." Xu Yuan didn't believe it, but he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he changed the subject: "You mentioned him, but I remembered something, and I haven't told you yet. The film and television company under the Lu Group recently wanted to Shooting a big urban idol drama, many of the scenes have the male protagonist playing the piano. This role is very suitable for you, and I am actively fighting for you. Today, I came to the set to talk to the director."

The hero of an urban idol drama?

He is an actor?

Cheng Lang hurriedly refused: "I don't agree."

Xu Yuan is immersed in the lucrative benefits of Cheng Lang's acting in a big drama: "The Lu Group has a lot of money and wealth, it's really done, Cheng Lang, as far as the salary is concerned, you don't need to work this year... Wait, what did you just say?"

Cheng Lang was righteous: "Brother Xu, I'm a pianist, not an actor or star."

Xu Yuan only thought he was losing his temper, and said with a smile: "What's so bad about being an actor? If the transformation is successful, it will be much more promising than you playing the piano. Look, among those first-line stars, which one is not paid tens of millions? If you play the piano for a day, you won’t get paid as much for an episode.”

Cheng Lang frowned, and lowered his voice to retort: ​​"I'm a pianist, brother Xu, and I want to play the piano."

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you play the piano. On the contrary, if you can't fail to play the piano, that's what distinguishes you from those little freshmen in the entertainment industry."

Different from the highlights of Xiaoxianrou in the entertainment industry?

He praised his piano just to pave the way for him to step into the entertainment industry?

Realizing this, Cheng Lang's face changed drastically, and for the first time, his bright eyes were stained with that almost panic look.His hands holding the steering wheel trembled excitedly, and the words in his mouth trembled: "No, no, brother Xu, I, we agreed, I'm just a pianist."

Xu Yuan seemed to have expected his reaction, and immediately retorted: "Yes, you are a pianist. But, Cheng Lang, you must understand, how many pianists in China can be famous internationally? How many pianists can live?" Like a human being? Like you, with luxury cars, villas, fine wines and delicacies, living a life of spending money like water, playing the piano alone can’t afford it.”

Cheng Lang didn't know how to refute, he held the steering wheel tightly with one hand and the phone with the other.

Xu Yuan was still persuading, the man spoke softly and his voice was low and pleasant.Even if he said: "Cheng Lang, don't think that if you put the word Lang in your name, you will be the next Lang Lang."

That voice is still nice.

It's a pity, it's chilling to hear.

Cheng Lang wanted to get angry and refute loudly, but his mother was sitting next to him, and he didn't want to upset her.He has grown up, as long as his mother has no worries about food and clothing, and is happy every day.Everything else... nothing else... doesn't matter.

Is it really not important?

A voice in my head asked.

Cheng Lang shook his head to drive away the voice.wait...wait...

Cheng Lang's hand holding the phone gradually relaxed, and he took a slow breath.

Xu Yuan was still talking, with a cold and mocking tone: "Actually, Cheng Lang, you understand better than anyone else that you are more suitable to be a star."

To shut up!

Cheng Lang was so angry that his heart ached, he held back his temper, and asked through gritted teeth: "Brother Xu, this is what you planned from the beginning."

"what?"

"From the beginning, you didn't intend for me to develop on the piano."

"..."

Xu Yuan didn't answer and hung up the phone.

Cheng Lang held the phone, his eyes were red with anger.

This time, he was really hurt.