C37 I Envy It

After Lang Yan fell asleep, he dreamt of many things. Some were in school, some were happy, and some were sad and helpless. In the end, when he woke up from his dream, he looked at the unfamiliar office, blinked his eyes, and then, his gaze stopped at the face of the person he was lying on.

From his point of view, he could see Hee Zhuolun's sexy chin, his tall nose, and his long, black, thick and perky eyelashes. He looked extremely beautiful like a small black fan.

Lang Yan unconsciously raised his hand and slid across his soft eyelashes, making him play with his over and over again.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist, following that, the man above slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lang Yan, and asked indifferently: "You woke up?"

Lang Yan met Hee Zhuolun's gaze and a look of awkwardness flashed past his face. Just now, he had actually gotten addicted to playing with the eyelashes of men. Moreover, he didn't know what had happened to him before.

He smiled at Hee Zhuolun and suddenly pinched the longest eyelash before pulling it down with great speed. Then, he jumped up with his fastest speed and ran to the door.

"Hiss!" Hee Zhuolun was in pain, he covered his eyes and asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

Lang Yan smiled, "Who asked your eyelashes to be longer than me? I was jealous of it, so I tore it off."

Hee Zhuolun, "..."

This person was really bad as soon as he recovered his spirit. He really wanted to catch him and beat him up.

Lang Yan looked at the wall for a while: "Mr Hee, it's almost 12, let's go eat."

Hee Zhuolun stood up and rubbed his eyes, then walked out of the office and said to Yao Yu: "Yao Yu, eat first, and we'll do it in the afternoon."

"Yes." Yao Yu stopped what he was doing and kept the important documents.

After Hee Zhuolun told the bodyguards not to follow them, he and Lang Yan walked into the elevator.

Once the elevator door closed, he immediately reached out and grabbed Lang Yan's neck, "Mr Lang, tell me, do you want me to take all of your hair off one by one, hm?"

"If the Mr Hee were to do it himself, I would feel honored." Lang Yan moved his head forward: "Let's start with the beard."

"…" Hee Zhuolun's gaze swept across his bright and clean chin and the position among the people, and stopped at his moist lips. His lips that had a smile on them were extremely attractive, as if he was warmly welcomed by others to taste his lips.

He suddenly squinted his eyes, released Lang Yan and changed the topic: "Where do you want to go for dinner later?"

Lang Yan fixed the collar of his shirt, "Fa Di Western Restaurant."

This was the dining hall where Zhao Shanshan and the others ate yesterday.

Hee Zhuolun raised his brows, "Where do you like to eat?"

"I can't say I like it, but the taste there is indeed good. Moreover, I can play the zither."

Hee Zhuolun pretended not to know and asked: "You can play the zither?"

"Yes, I've learned it at school before. I'll play a few songs for you to listen to later."

Hee Zhuolun teased, "It can't be that the demonic music is piercing through your ears, right?"

"Mr Hee, I am really happy, you are overestimating me, unfortunately, I am really unable to play this kind of tune, but to play such a shocking tune, crying out to the gods is still possible, I guarantee that your mood will follow the zither music."

Seeing his confident look, the corner of Hee Zhuolun's mouth rose bit by bit.

Lang Yan immediately sat in front of the piano. This time, he did not make any preparations, and directly started to play, the song was extremely crazy, like a storm or ocean, it angrily lapped against the shore, it was fast, urgent and fierce. All the people in the restaurant were infected by his angry tune and frowned.

After the two pieces of crazy music, they suddenly turned around. The music became very sad, as if it had been abandoned, and it received a great deal of damage.

Hee Zhuolun who was sitting below and listening to the tune finally understood that Lang Yan had chosen to eat here to vent his emotions by playing the piano.

After Lang Yan finished playing the last song, he stood up and sat opposite to Hee Zhuolun. He picked up the wine that had long been poured and took a sip: "Mr Hee, do you still remember the story of the little boy?"