Wen Hao went into a small private room, and took a lot of snacks, as well as a bottle of good wine, Zhengye Yijian's actions, thinking in his heart whether this kid wanted to cheat to eat or drink.

In the Xian Le Si dance hall, dancing and drinking, Tang Ying and Lu Xiaoman kept complaining to Zhao Jingxiang that Wen Hao was ignorant.

People who don't know the inside story still think that Wen Hao is their younger brother, but Zhao Jingxiang doesn't care too much about winning or losing.

Instead, he was worried about whether Wen Hao would get into trouble.

Chen Wanhe and Chen Ruping were also very worried, Chen Ruping was trying to figure out if his father could raise some money for Zhao Jingxiang, in case he lost, it was best not to play any IOUs or the like, and become a handle for the Japanese.

Shi Liangcai and Chen Mingshu were worried about Wen Hao, but Shizuka's appearance was not as worried as they were.

"Zhao Jingxiang, aren't you in a hurry?"

Tang Ying couldn't help but ask on the side.

"What's the use of being anxious, my younger brother has grown up, he doesn't listen to me anymore, he doesn't care about him, if he loses, he won't recognize this brother."

Zhao Jingxiang was a little angry with Wenhao and said.

"What if I win?"

Lu Xiaoman asked.

"If I win, the money is all in my hands. He can't be made a loser. ”

Zhao Jingxiang waved her hand.

"How good do you think he is?"

Tang Ying asked.

"I don't think there's much chance of winning."

Zhao Jingxiang said against her will, she felt that this was the pit dug by Wen Hao, and she wanted Zhengye Yijian and the Yang family father and son to jump.

Wen Hao must be confident.

Zhao Jingxiang is thinking now about what kind of tunes Wen Hao can make, and whether the first few songs are good.

Fortunately, Tang Ying didn't know what Zhao Jingxiang was thinking, otherwise they would have gone crazy.

Tang Ying and Chen Ruping are more anxious than the other.

And Zhao Jingxiang was thinking about what kind of music Wen Hao could make.

The second is to think about how to manage the money after winning.

An hour and a half is not long.

It's not short, but it's a long time to wait outside.

Masano Kazuken was always eager to use his hand to flick the watch in his hand to make it go faster, and finally it was an hour and a half.

Masano Yijian couldn't wait to go to Wen Hao's small private room to call him, plus today was Christmas Eve, and most of the guests didn't leave.

Chen Ruping and the others still wanted to stop Zhengye Yijian and wanted to give Wen Hao more time.

But a German Lihe foreign company manager Wolfgang.

"Yes, just an hour and a half."

No way, the Germans are good at punctuality.

But Masano Ichiken called outside for a long time, and there was no movement inside, and everyone present felt strange.

"Could it be that he ran away? Could it be that he is afraid of losing and does not want to be in debt? ”

Yang Yue said immediately.

"My brother can't run, isn't it just a tune, it's easy for him."

Zhao Jingxiang defended Wen Hao as soon as she heard it.

"Then why did you call for a long time, but there was no response."

Yang Sen also agreed with Yang Yue's statement on the side.

"Maybe you were afraid of losing, so you beat someone and kidnapped Wen Hao."

Chen Ruping immediately retorted that although she also thought that Wen Hao had escaped, Chen Ruping felt a bite back.

Pour dirty water on the Japanese.

As soon as Tang Ying and Lu Xiaoman heard a good idea, if Wen Hao escaped.

Let's say that the Japanese kidnapped him and muddied the water, and some of Tang Ying's close friends also joined their camp.

quarreled with Yang Sen and his son, although Yang Sen's words were reasonable, they couldn't stand the nonsense of some women, so that their father and son couldn't get off the stage.

At this time, the boss of Cinaris came over and asked someone to bring the key and open the door.

Wen Hao held a wine bottle in one hand and a peanut in the other, lying on the sofa and falling asleep, still smelling of wine on his body.

The people present couldn't laugh, did anyone compose music like you?

I fell asleep while drinking.

"This stupid Wenhao, you can't do it, you just run away, and you're still drunk here, isn't it embarrassing?"

Chen Ruping complained with hatred.

Masano Yijian thought that this Zhao Jingxiang's younger brother was too disappointing, but he didn't expect such an outstanding sister to have such an uncompetitive younger brother, which was too embarrassing for Zhao Jingxiang's face.

"Zhao Jingxiang, is your brother actually composing music in his sleep? I don't know if I learned it from you. ”

Yang Yue said with a smile.

Tang Ying rushed forward angrily and asked Wen Hao to get up, Wen Hao was half-asleep and half-awake, and gave people a little impatient to push with his hand, which happened to press on Tang Ying's chest.

Fortunately, Lu Xiaoman and Chen Ruping were blocking behind them, and others didn't, but the two of them knew it.

Tang Ying was stunned for a moment, and then looked a little annoyed, snatched the wine bottle from Wen Hao's hand, and fell down on Wen Hao's face.

Wen Hao was stimulated by the cold drink, and he woke up all of a sudden.

Ying was furious like a lioness.

"I'm sorry, I just fell asleep."

Wen Hao couldn't figure out why Tang Ying was angry, was he worried about himself?

"Wen Hao, shouldn't you admit defeat."

Yang Yue said proudly, thinking that you owe such a large amount of debt now, why should I clean you up.

"Lose your mother's head. How do you know I'm losing. ”

Wen Hao opened his mouth and scolded Yang Yue.

"You didn't compose just now, you have been sleeping, haven't you?"

Yang Yue scolded Wen Hao, jumped up and asked.

"I'm drinking too much, how about sleeping for a while."

Wen Hao asked rhetorically.

"Then you just didn't make a tune."

Yang Yue questioned Wen Hao.

"Does my sleep have anything to do with whether or not I make a tune? Wen Hao asked. "Isn't it okay?" "Does it matter?" Doesn't it matter?" "Does it matter?" the two of them were there asking back and forth. The people present around were dizzy when they heard it. "Okay, don't talk about it," Masano said with some anger, don't waste time here. Yang Senyi's master was a little angry, so he hurriedly pulled Yang Yue aside. "So, Wen Hao, you can compose music in your sleep." Kazuken Masano said with a smile, with some sarcasm on his face. "Hey, you're so clever to know that I was composing music in my dreams, but unfortunately I only made half of it, and I woke you up." Wen Hao said with a look of pity. Masano Kazuken felt like he had eaten a fly, could he really compose music in his dreams? But with a bad smile at the corner of his mouth, this reaction was played by Wen Hao. "It doesn't matter if you fall asleep or not, when the time comes, whether you have made a song or not, if not, admit defeat, and if there is, perform on the spot and let everyone comment on whether it is a classic." Zhengye Yijian said this to Wen Hao and to everyone. (To be continued......) This book is from/book/html/18/18221/index.html