The door to the private dining room was opened, and all eyes were on the door!

Mr. Bao deliberately asked people to lower the air conditioning in the private room a few degrees, and then looked at the people who walked in from the door proudly.

However, the person who came in was not Wen Xi in a glamorous robe, but a "fortune teller" with a long figure and a black hat, wearing the same kaftanic as the waiter in the store.

The people who were originally waiting to see the show stared at the suona in the hands of this "fortune teller" in disbelief.

"I'll go, where did this fortune teller come from?"

"It looks like the accompaniment of the village troupe."

"Is it a special show of this Chinese restaurant?"

Yu Jinke stared at the fortune teller's white face, and was a little suspicious: "Master, are you in the wrong place?" ”

Wen Xi, who made his debut brightly, showed a mysterious smile: "No, I just specially changed my clothes to present a song to Mr. Bao." ”

"Didn't you tell me to change my clothes?"

Yu Jinke originally looked at the dead girl's wilting appearance just now, and thought that she had compromised, but the result was holding back her big move!

Who is behind Wen Xi? So awesome? Isn't she just an orphan, has she found her billionaire parents?

Jing Lianzhen, who was originally anxious, laughed directly when she saw Wen Xi's funny outfit, it seemed that she didn't have to worry about it.

Gu Qisheng, who was originally immersed in cooking, looked at the suona in Wen Xi's hand, and his eyes lit up: "Mr. Xi, are you going to perform suona?" ”

"You've all performed, I haven't performed yet—"

The African drum props used in Gu Qisheng's restaurant decoration: "It's too monotonous for you to perform playing suona alone, I'll beat the drum for you!" ”

Someone accompanied him to work, and Wen Xi of course welcomed him: "Okay! ”

Yu Jinke immediately stopped Gu Qisheng: "No, what are you doing when you go up to join in the fun?" ”

Gu Qisheng returned what Yu Jinke had said to Wen Xi before: "The other guests have performed, I don't perform, I can't say it, right?" ”

"Let's just pack up and go on stage."

So, after a while, there was another "drama team member" wearing a long shirt in the private room.

Gu Qisheng hugged the drum and pulled a stool to sit next to Wen Xi.

As a pretending little expert, the sunglasses he carries with him come in handy.

The two of them stand and sit together, one suona and one drum, plus the antique scenery of the Chinese restaurant, the atmosphere has come here.

Mr. Bao is so messy that he is incoherent, which is different from the picture he imagined! Isn't it a beautiful woman squirming around in a cheongsam and singing?

"You, aren't you singing?"

"You want to perform playing suona?"

Wen Xi's sleeves flicked: "Yes, this is my suona debut, which is prepared for CCTV performances." ”

"But now that our esteemed investor has spoken, then—"

Wen Xi's voice suddenly rose: "A song "Big Funeral" is given to our distinguished guest Mr. Bao!" ”

"Come on!

“3，2，1——”

"Playing music!"

The sonorous and powerful suona sound resounded throughout the private room, and it suddenly made the drunken people who drank and drunk feel refreshed.

Gu Qisheng stepped into the drum, and the private room was even more lively!

As soon as the suona came out and the drum sounded, the dining hall directly turned into a mourning hall.

Just when Wen Xi's eyebrows were dancing with suona, the system's prompt sounded in his mind: "The host has designated someone to play "The Great Funeral", and the [Doom-ridden] gift is about to be delivered." ”

Wen Xi's suona blew more happily~

Mr. Bao's face was already darker than the coffin board, and he stood up and pointed at Wen Xi and scolded.

But the timbre of the suona is too bright, and it can be seen that Wen Xi, who plays the suona, has full lung capacity.

Mr. Bao's scolding voice was all drowned in the "yin music" of "The Great Funeral".

The two who played the music cooperated tacitly, and the performance was wonderful, and the expressions of the listeners who were forced to listen to the music were also wonderful.

Everyone has been in the entertainment industry for so long, and it is the first time to see the investor let him perform, and he directly came up with a suona song and sent it away!

Their mood could no longer be described as surprised, that is, there was a sense of shock and messy dazedness, and a little worried about Wen Xi's mental state.

Who knows, I was bullied by suona after eating!

Mr. Bao, who stood up and scolded, found that he couldn't beat Wen Xi's magic sound attack at all, so he left his seat directly and wanted to rush to Wen Xi, and slapped the obscure suona in Wen Xi's hand.

However, in the surprised eyes of everyone, Mr. Bao, who was sprinting, directly stepped on his left foot and tripped over his right foot, and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Probably because the floor had just been waxed, he was carried by body inertia after falling, slid forward for a short distance, and made a big salute in front of Wen Xi accurately.

Mr. Bao supported his heavy body with both hands and wanted to get up, but he didn't exercise all year round, his trembling hands didn't support it, his forehead hit the ground, and he directly kowtowed to Wen Xi.

This loud bang made the mouths of the people present open even more, and it was the first time in so many years to see the boss rushing over to kowtow to the employees.

Wen Xi looked at Mr. Bao with a smile and a slight surprise on his expression, as if to say, "I won't do this big gift."

The mocking expression on her face is full, and her arrogant appearance can directly make people angry.

The sound of mourning and music attacked Mr. Bao's eardrums, and under the double torture of noisy music and anger, he couldn't hold his eyes and rolled his eyes, and fainted on the ground.

Yu Jinke hurriedly greeted the waiter: "Hurry up, call 120!" ”

"Where's the assistant? Fast-acting heart pills! ”

The scene was a mess, Gu Qisheng didn't know whether he should stop, or continue to play drums for Wen Xi, but seeing that Wen Xi didn't stop, he didn't stop.

After Yu Jinke finished instructing the waiter, he saw Wen Xi who was still playing suona, and at this moment he was furious: "What else are you blowing?" Stop blowing! Everybody's going to be sent away! ”

As an old oilman, he has always been able to make the bureau beautiful and satisfying the investors, and he really encountered a career Waterloo at this time.

Wen Xi put down the suona in his hand, glanced at Mr. Bao who had fainted into a dead pig, walked to the table and picked up the cup of honey water that Jing Lianzhen hadn't spilled just now, and splashed it on Mr. Bao's face.

Yu Jinke squatted next to Mr. Bao and pinched Mr. Bao, and he also suffered together.

He wiped a handful of water droplets and tea leaves on his face, and glared at Wen Xi angrily: "What are you doing!! ”

Wen Xi pointed to Mr. Bao, who had opened his eyes slightly on the ground: "Oh, wake up." ”

"He fell on his own, but it's none of my business."

Mr. Bao, who was woken up, was haggard, and he didn't have the strength to trouble Wen Xi again this time, he only felt cold all over his body, and he had auditory hallucinations.

There is always a continuous stream of mourning and music in my ears, which is very gloomy and tormenting.

Mr. Bao lay on the ground without love, he pulled Yu Jinke's sleeve with difficulty, and his tone was weak: "Less, I want to go home." ”

"Now, immediately, immediately!"

(End of chapter)