Both of them were standing on the balcony, originally side by side, but I don’t know when it started, Lu Hanshi stood behind Tang Chulu, hugged her from behind, bent down and carried her whole body into her arms, and his hands began to become restless.

The stars in the distance were well set off. Tang Chulu was dragged into the whirlpool by this man, and he did not refuse.

They stumbled and stayed on the balcony for a long time, and finally returned to the bedroom, and their lover's murmurs never stopped...

When he woke up the next day, Tang Chulu was sore all over, as if she was run over by a car.

Although the man was as gentle as possible to her last night, Tang Chulu still felt that she could not bear his uncontrollable request.

After she woke up, the man woke up, putting one hand on her waist, his voice low and hoarse, "Why don't you sleep more?"

Tang Chulu moved, "It's already very late now, and today I'm going to work in the hospital this afternoon. The pregnant woman who needed blood type should have come here for a checkup today. I have to meet her."

"So you have one more morning to stay at home and sleep more." Lu Hanshi leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"There was still a little final work last night that I didn't finish. I took this time to finish the song."

The man ignored her and kissed her behind her neck, then opened his arms and let her go.

Tang Chulu smiled, got up and put on her clothes, and asked, "Are you still not getting up? You're going to be late to work."

"What does it matter if the boss is late?"

Lu Hanshi looked at her lazily and raised his eyebrows, "Besides, don't you know if you have a break today?"

Tang Chulu frowned, "Today is not a rest day, why are you resting? I think you are just lazy and don't want to go to work! It's not me that you don't go to the company every few days, and it's the same when Frost Descends. It's hard for Shao Lang to treat you as a friend and not care about you. If you were to be another boss, you would have told you to pack up and get out of here!"

Lu Hanshi: "..."

Tang Chulu was just talking casually, just a joke, but the more he talked, the more he became more serious, and he always felt that Lu Hanshi was not dedicated at all.

Perhaps because of her occupational disease, she has an instinctive disgust towards those who are not serious about work, so she couldn't help but nag for a few more words.

Lu Hanshi was silent for a while. Looking at her angry look, he suddenly couldn't help laughing, "Mrs. Lu, I have a sense of responsibility."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you. Anyway, as long as you don't make mistakes, at worst, you fail to start a business or get fired, I'll raise you."

Anyway, she paid for the money for opening a company by herself, and the current situation is similar to that of having a young man, so it is no different.

Lu Hanshi raised his eyebrows, "Ms. Lu is quite generous."

Tang Chulu didn't want to pay attention to him and wore clothes on her own.

Lu Hanshi didn't continue talking about this topic anymore. He stood by the bed, watching her look for clothes in an orderly manner, and gave her opinions from time to time.

"You look good in white, and brown ones look like a bear."

“…”

Tang Chulu ignored him.

Lu Hanshi couldn't help but say, "Are those pants too ugly? You look good in tight jeans."

Tang Chulu: "..."

She couldn't bear it anymore and rolled her eyes at the man, "No matter what she wears now, she always needs to wear a white coat when she goes to the hospital. It's meaningless to wear whatever she wants. I can wear whatever I want."

A satisfied man is always willing to tolerate a woman's little temperament. Lu Hanshi is not impatient at all because of her irritability. "Women tolerate those who please themselves, and I, the one who pleases themselves, directly point you in the direction. What else do you have to be dissatisfied with?"

Tang Chulu smashed the white coat in her hand on the man's head, "Narcissist, who cares!"

She found two pieces of clothes to put them on and turned around and left. When she closed the door, she heard the man's low laughter coming from behind, and the corners of her mouth rose up unconsciously.

It seems like I spend it like this every day, and it feels pretty good.

...

After breakfast, Tang Chulu prepared to go to the study to continue writing songs.

When Lu Hanshi saw that she had just put down the bowl, he got up and frowned slightly, "I'm so anxious, can't rest for a while? I finally came back from Haicheng and sat with me, huh?"

As he said that, he reached out to pat on the sofa next to him, "I don't have to go to the company this morning."

Tang Chulu couldn't help rolling her eyes again and said in a slander: "You saw that I was at home this morning and deliberately didn't go to the company?"

Although she complained like this in her mouth, she still obediently walked to Lu Hanshi's side and sat down.

The obedient look made Lu Hanshi feel slightly moved. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissed her on the face, and said in a silence, "Be good, that's what it means."

When the two first got married, the man was reserved and deep. I don’t know when it started, but he started to move his hands and feet anytime, anywhere.

Tang Chulu was so touched by him that she was so excited that her face was tense, but she couldn't resist the itch in her heart.

She endured it for a while, and suddenly she couldn't help but turn around, hold Lu Hanshi's cheek, and rolled it hard to his lips.

It was not enough to just touch it. Tang Chulu opened her mouth maliciously and chewed hard on his lower lip.

Lu Hanshi took a breath of air conditioning in pain, but did not stop her. Instead, he looked at the little woman's movements leisurely, with a smile hidden in his eyes.

The two of them rubbed their hands on the sofa for a while, like two young couples who were entering a relationship, wishing they were always together, chasing each other.

In the end, Tang Chulu felt that she was about to lose control, so she hurriedly pulled over to stop her.

She said she was really going to work, and Lu Hanshi said nothing and let her go.

But Tang Chulu had just gotten up, and he walked behind her and entered the study room.

Tang Chulu looked at the man standing at the door in a dumbfounded look, "What are you doing? I want to write a song, I can't concentrate at all when you are here!"

"I know."

The man spit out three words lightly, walked straight to the desk and sat down, and opened the notebook.

Seeing that Tang Chulu was still standing beside him and looking at him motionlessly, he raised his head and raised his eyebrows and said, "Watch me what to do? Write your song."

Seeing him sitting here and not wanting to leave, Tang Chulu had no choice but to pick up his guitar and play it casually twice.

Tang Chu played guitar entirely by himself, and he used intuition to write songs, and never received systematic training.

When she writes songs, she will use a simplified score to record important melodies, but most of the time she will pop them out with a guitar and then write them in her mind, or use a mobile phone to record them in a more casual way.

Seeing that she was starting to get into the state, Lu Hanshi also withdrew his gaze and knocked on the laptop.

Tang Chulu couldn't help but secretly look at him and found that he was really working. She pursed her lower lip, stopped the messy thoughts in her mind, and began to write the melody seriously.

After a while, the pleasant sound of the piano flowed out from her fingertips.

She was in a very calm mood. She thought about her intimacy with Lu Hanshi until now, and even a little sweet, and the song was written very lightly.

She easily bounced out the transitions she didn't know anyway, and she was still very fluent.

She is in very good condition. She was not satisfied with the ending of the paragraph she wrote last night, and she suddenly wrote three different endings.

Tang Chulu suddenly felt a lot of confidence. When inspiration burst out, she suddenly jumped to the chorus part in front. After thinking about it, she added a harmony to enter.

This time she was full of emotions, and those syllables were flowing out from her fingertips like running water, which was very smooth.

After finishing it, she turned on her phone and listened again, and found that the effect was very good, the melody was very catchy, and it was catchy, with a little lazy jazz tune, which made the arrangement sound advanced.

Tang Chulu was surprised by herself, holding her guitar, and was shocked slightly, and had not yet come back to her senses.

The state she had just been in the best way she had since she came into contact with music. She started trying to write songs by herself before forming a band, but "First Time" was the only complete track.

She doesn't think she is very professional. Although she can write different melodies and compose music sometimes, she has no way to arrange the music herself.

Should I buy a professional recording equipment? Tang Chulu couldn't help but think.

Just when she was distracted, Lu Hanshi had turned off his laptop at some point and walked behind her and stood still.

As early as when Tang Chulu began to join the harmony, he was attracted.

Tang Chulu was very devoted when she was writing songs. She held a guitar and seemed to be the only one left in the world. She sat quietly on the chair, occasionally plucking the strings, laughed blankly at the camera placed on the table, and then repeated the idea that just came out.

Lu Hanshi looked at her and sometimes felt that the dark camera seemed to be another Tang Chulu. She was communicating with herself and using melody to write the pure white world in her heart that others didn't know.

Just listening to the tunes she hummed, you can tell how clean and pure Tang Chulu is.

He unconsciously softened his eyes, and the cold air around him was restrained in front of her.

Tang Chu's exposure on the operating table is completely different from that when writing songs.

When she picked up the scalpel, she was a warrior, trying to tighten her nerves and death to fight for the patient's life, but when she picked up the guitar, she was an ordinary little girl who loved music, singing shyly and timidly about her emotions or love that she was not good at expressing...

She thought that it seemed that it was the first time she was writing a song that she poured her emotions towards someone, and even the style of the song was filled with unconscious pink bubbles.

Lu Hanshi might have heard it, maybe he didn't.

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