quadruple sleep

Chapter 402 Must be present
Hang Si was stunned for a moment.

It turned out to be not her illusion.

"Maybe it has something to do with the orchestra. After all, there are a lot of things to worry about." She gave a reason.

To Nian Baixiao, and even more to myself.

Nian Baixiao sighed, "In the past, my life was hanging by a thread."

Hang Si remained silent.

She understood what he meant. The days of walking on a tightrope were much more stressful than they were now. Logically, Lu Nanshen should be more relaxed now.

"It's just a casual chat. Just treat it as my concern." Nian Baixiao didn't want to expand the topic, and was determined to kill the unknown worry. "It's good that we didn't quarrel. But Nan Shen is worthy of being a member of the Lu family. He can make a fortune by just setting up a theater. It's a pity that he doesn't go into business with such a good business affinity."

After the call ended, Hang Si carefully analyzed what Nian Baixiao said. She didn't think much of it before, and she thought the theater's good performance was just an accident, but the surrounding areas driven by the orchestra also began to be popular.

Just as Nian Baixiao said, every move and idea of ​​Lu Nanshen has huge business opportunities behind it.

Is it that Lu Nanshen has a knack for business, or is it just his instinct?
The former is too mysterious to be discussed, as for the latter, does his instinct come from the Lu family or from himself?
Hang Si inadvertently thought of Qiao Yuan, who was paranoid and crazy, but he did have a golden finger for doing business. Later, Lu Nanshen listed his industries one by one. Qiao Yuan had only been out for two years, but his business line was very long.

Hang Si hurriedly shook off these random thoughts. No, Qiao Yuan was gone. Not only Qiao Yuan, but also several other personalities were gone.

Lu Nanshen killed all his sub-personalities.

Killed all the sub-personalities.

Hang Si pondered over this sentence again and again. It was quite ordinary, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that it was a big deal.

Something bigger than Duan Yi’s death.

There were two things that bothered Lu Nanshen for a while, one was an old case, and the other was multiple personalities. Duan Yi's fighting ability was not high, and he dared to take a long-term approach to retaliate, purely with the idea of ​​breaking the jar, of course, his brainpower was not low either.

But among the secondary personalities, some have brain power and some have martial power. Although they all have their own ulterior motives, they should work together when facing the moment of life and death. How can Lu Nanshen kill them all by himself?

Lu Nanshen never told her in detail how to kill the secondary personality. She asked him about it, but Lu Nanshen said he didn't want to recall it anymore because it was a very unpleasant experience.

After that, Hang Si never asked again.

After leaving the bedroom, I heard some noise in the restaurant downstairs. I went downstairs and saw Lu Nanshen preparing meal. No wonder I hadn't seen him for such a long time.

It was a rare day off today, so he didn't even bother to change into his home clothes, and just wrapped a white bath towel around his waist. Hang Si didn't rush into the restaurant, but leaned against the door frame like a sloth, admiring the tall and strong figure in the sun.

The muscles are very smooth, the shoulders are broad and the waist is narrow. Just looking at this body, it is definitely sculpted by God.

The restaurant is next to the garden, and a large amount of sunlight falls in, reflecting mottled shadows on the stained glass windows. It is quiet at this moment, with only the sound of utensils and pots gently colliding, and the occasional sound of the faucet.

It was a real treat to see this scene when I woke up.

Lu Nanshen didn't turn around, and his hands didn't stop moving. "It seems that Miss Hang was quite satisfied with the service last night. She spent a long time savoring the experience in bed before she was willing to go downstairs."

Hang Si knew that no matter what was happening upstairs or right now, he would definitely not be able to hide it from her ears. She still leaned there, smiling, "I find that you are getting more and more comfortable telling dirty jokes."

Lu Nanshen steadied the stove, turned around, and smiled, "I think I'm telling the truth."

Hang Si, "Yes, you are amazing."

Lu Nanshen smiled, "This attitude needs to be improved." He stretched out his hand towards her, "Come here."

Hang Si walked forward lazily.

When she got close to him, he put his arms around her waist and held her to sit on the operating table.

Given his height, this posture could be considered as eye contact.

Hang Si asked slowly, "Not cooking anymore?"

Lu Nanshen's handsome face came close to her, and his voice was low and hoarse, "I stewed the beef you like. It will take some time to stew it until it tastes good." Hang Si put his hand against him, "Lu Nanshen, you did it on purpose."

Who would choose to make a beef stew in broad daylight?
Lu Nanshen pulled her hand down, "Yes, I did it on purpose."

"What do you want to do?"

Lu Nanshen leaned forward with his thin lips, "I want you to not want to leave me for even a minute."

Hang Si's heart skipped a beat.

Lu Nanshen raised his hand, smiled and stroked her head, "Isn't my request too much?"

Although it's not excessive, it still sounds annoying.

Hang Si's eyes fell on his forearm, which was strong, with tangled veins and a tattoo on it. It was hard not to notice it.

One note.

Every time she saw this tattoo, she would inexplicably feel something in her heart. It seemed like she had seen it somewhere before, but when she thought about it more carefully, it was strange.

Seeing her staring at his arm, Lu Nanshen asked her what was wrong with her. Hang Si thought, "I never asked you why you suddenly got a tattoo?"

The tattoo appeared suddenly after he returned to the stage.

At that time, Hang Si had been out of town, and it was not until he attended the first band performance that he saw Lu Nanshen's tattoo. He covered it well in the band, or maybe it wasn't covered, but it was only visible after he returned home and changed into home clothes that showed his forearms.

Lu Nanshen raised his forearm, "It's not sudden, I've had this idea for a long time, but being in the Lu family, people think tattoos are indecent."

"Is it elegant now?" Hang Si raised his hand and gently stroked the musical note tattoo, which was slightly raised and deeper than ordinary tattoos.

Lu Nanshen let her touch the tattoo. "Now?" He smiled. "It's good to do what you want to do."

Hang Si raised his eyes and met his.

So deep, bottomless.

"I feel very strange about this tattoo..." She hesitated, "I always feel like it doesn't actually belong to you."

This made Lu Nanshen laugh. He put down his arm and put his arm around her waist. "It's just a tattoo."

Yeah, just a tattoo.

Why is she so persistent?

"Okay." Hang Si didn't want to talk about tattoos, and looked at him, "Nan Shen, let's get back to the topic."

"Okay." Lu Nanshen said and kissed her lips.

Hang Si was so angry that he laughed and pushed him away, "Is this the real business?"

"no?"

Hang Si glared at him and said, "Lu Nanshen, if you continue to be such a scoundrel, I will go back to school." Then he jumped down from the operating table.

The next second, she was picked up by Lu Nanshen's strong arms, who locked her in his arms, looked down at her and smiled, "Did I let you go?"

"Would you like me to stay and continue teasing you?" Hang Si asked back.

Lu Nanshen tightened his arms, "Little girl, you are talking without conscience. Who did I work so hard for last night?"

"Lu Nanshen!" Hang Si blushed.

Lu Nanshen smiled and decided not to tease her, "Okay, let's get back to the point. You have to be there for this performance. You must be there."