Wen Hao went into a small private room, and took a lot of snacks and a bottle of good wine, Zhengye Yijian looked at Wen Hao's actions, and thought to himself 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 when they saw Zhao Jingxiang's appearance, they were 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 were more anxious than the other, while Zhao Jingxiang was thinking about what kind of music Wen Hao could make, and secondly, thinking about how to manage the money if she won the money.

An hour and a half is not too long, nor is it short, but it is a long time for people to wait outside.

Masano Yijian always kept looking at his watch, eager to use his hand to dial the watch in his hand to make it go faster, and finally reached an hour and a half.

Masano Yijian couldn't wait to call him in the small private room where Wen Hao was. Plus today is 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 Wolfgang, the manager of a German Lihe foreign company.

"Yes, just an hour and a half." No way, the Germans are good at punctuality.

But Masano Kazuken called outside for a long time. 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 it for a long time. 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 that she had bitten back and poured dirty water on the Japanese.

As soon as Tang Ying and Lu Xiaoman heard a good idea, if Wen Hao escaped, we said that the Japanese kidnapped him and mixed the water, plus some girlfriends who had a good relationship with Tang Ying also joined their camp.

They quarreled with Janssen and his son, although Janssen's words made sense. can't stand the nonsense of some women, so that their father and son can't get off the stage.

At this time, the boss of Ciros came over, asked someone to bring the key, and opened the door to take a look. The audience was stunned.

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 or cry, did you compose music like this? I fell asleep while drinking.

"This stupid Wenhao, if you can't do it, you just run away. Isn't it a shame to be drunk here? Chen Ruping looked at Wen Hao hatefully and complained.

Zhengye 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. It's 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 see it clearly. But the two of them saw it clearly.

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. saw Tang Ying looking at him angrily 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, I think you owe such a large amount of debt now, see how 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?

"Isn't it okay?"

"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.

As soon as Yang Sen saw that his master was a little angry, 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 when he saw the evil smile on the corner of Wen Hao's mouth, he reacted to Wen Hao's trick.

"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.) )