Invincible daughter-in-law

???? After Lang Yan fell asleep, he dreamed about many things, some at school, some earlier, some happy, some sad and helpless, and finally he was awakened by the things in the dream, looking at the strange office, Blinking his eyes, then, his eyes stopped on the face of the person who was pillowed under him.

????From his angle, he can see Zhuo Lun's sexy chin, high nose, and black, long, thick and curled eyelashes, like a small black fan, very beautiful.

???? Lang Yan raised his hand unconsciously, and slid over the soft eyelashes, which made him unable to put it down, playing it over and over again.

????Suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist, and then the person above slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lang Yan, asking softly, "Are you awake?"

????Lang Yan met He Zhuolun's gaze, and a look of embarrassment flashed across his face. Just now he became addicted to playing with men's eyelashes, and he didn't know what happened to his previous self. Show a vulnerable side in front of you.

???? He smiled at He Zhuolun, suddenly pinched the longest eyelash, and quickly pulled it off forcefully, then jumped up and ran to the door as fast as he could.

???? "Hiss!" He Zhuolun covered his eyes in pain, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

???? Lang Yan smiled: "Who made your eyelashes grow longer than mine, I was jealous of it, so I tore it off."

???? He Zhuolun: "..."

???? This person really came to play tricks as soon as he regained his energy. He really wanted to arrest him and beat him up.

???? Lang Yan looked at the time of the eye wall: "Mr. He, it's almost twelve o'clock, let's go eat."

???? He Zhuolun got up and rubbed his eyes, walked out of the office and said to Yao Yu: "Yao Yu, eat first, and then work in the afternoon."

???? "Yes." Yao Yu stopped his work and put away the important documents.

???? After He Zhuolun told the bodyguard not to follow, he and Lang Yan walked into the elevator.

???? As soon as the elevator door closed, he immediately reached out and strangled Lang Yan's neck: "Mr. Lang, do you think I want to pluck all the hair on your body one by one, huh?"

???? "If Mr. He did it himself, I would feel very honored." Lang Yan handed his head forward: "Let's start with the beard."

???? "..." He Zhuolun's eyes swept over the smooth chin and the position of the philtrum, and stopped on the moist lips. The smiling lips are very attractive, as if warmly welcoming others to taste.

???? He squinted his eyes suddenly, let go of Lang Yan, changed the subject and asked, "Where do you want to go for dinner later?"

???? Lang Yan adjusted his collar: "Fadi Western Restaurant."

???? This is the restaurant where I had dinner with Zhao Shanshan yesterday.

???? He Zhuolun raised his eyebrows: "Do you like to eat there?"

???? "I can't say I like it, but the taste there is really good, and you can play the piano."

???? He Zhuolun pretended not to know and asked: "Do you know how to play the piano?"

???? "Well, I learned it in school before, and I will play a few songs for you later."

???? He Zhuolun jokingly said: "Can't you hear the magic sound?"

???? "Mr. He, I'm really happy. You overestimate me so much. Unfortunately, I really can't play such a song. However, it is still possible to play a song that shocks the world and weeps ghosts and gods. I promise to let you My mood follows the sound of the piano."

???? Seeing his confident expression, He Zhuolun raised the corners of his mouth little by little.

The two came to Fadi Western Restaurant, and Lang Yan sat directly in front of the piano. This time, he didn't make any preparations, and started playing directly. The tune was very crazy, like stormy waves, beating the shore angrily , Fast, urgent and fierce, everyone in the restaurant was infected by his angry tune, and frowned one after another.

???? After two furious pieces, there was a sudden turn, and the music became very sad, like being abandoned and hurt a lot.

He Zhuolun, who was sitting down listening to the music, finally understood that Lang Yan chose to eat here because he wanted to vent his emotions by playing the piano.

???? After Lang Yan played the last piece, he got up and sat across from He Zhuolun, picked up the red wine he had already poured, and took a sip: "Mr. He, do you still remember the story of the little boy?"