I Became The Villain Of The Novel

"Huh? Brother gets married and sister sleeps at home?" Wu Xingxing looked disappointed.

Pan Yan shook his head and said, "No, she still gave me face. She came to the hotel and slept upstairs. The old man said, before Xiao Sheng wakes up, no one is allowed to disturb, what dare I say? ?"

"It really is a noble princess. In my house, my father kicked out of bed." Wu Xingxing glanced upstairs, expressing infinite regret.

Pan Yan smiled and patted Wu Xingxing's head: "You kid, you have to work hard if you want to see beautiful women. Think about it, what is my sister's most interested in?"

"Your sister?" Wu Xingxing thought about it for a while, but suddenly he thought of something, his eyes popped and said: "Cello! Your sister is an international cellist, you want me to play the cello at the door of her room?"

Pan Yan was speechless.

Qiao Fei couldn't stand his brother being stupid, so he corrected him and said: "I want you to play the cello at the wedding banquet. Are you not a national player? Maybe you can really attract Pan Sheng, but you will bear the consequences of waking her up."

"Good idea, quickly find me a cello, today is my time for Wu Xingxing to show off my skills!"

"Blow on you!"

Although that was the case, Pan Yan hurriedly sent someone to prepare the cello.

Just as the brothers were joking and talking, as soon as the topic came to the cello, Hu Fei's eyes drifted to Ning Yuan unconsciously.

He couldn't sleep in the middle of the night last night. When passing by Ning Yuan's room, he heard a sound of nature coming from his room. When he approached, he heard that it was Ning Yuan who was playing the cello.

Hu Fei's talent for music is not high, but occasionally stopped Pan Sheng to play the cello. He is indeed like her, because this song is only in the sky, so it's hard to hear about it in the world.

But compared to Pan Sheng, the piano sound that came out of Ningyuan's room last night was nothing short of worse.

There was a smile at the corner of Hu Fei's mouth.

Soon, the cello prepared by Pan Yan was in place.

Wu Xingxing couldn't wait to walk to the center of the wedding stage, and after a brief familiarity with the piano score, he made an "ok" gesture in the direction of Ning Yuan and others in the audience.

At the same time, as early as the moment Wu Xingxing came to power, most of the eyes of the wedding scene had already gathered on him.

Wu Xingxing began to play.

It has to be said that as a national player, Wu Xingxing's cello attainments are not too shallow. After playing one song, he still won the applause of most people in the audience.

only……

Upstairs in the hotel, the figure he wanted to see did not appear.

Wu Xingxing walked off the stage with disappointment.

"Okay, there is no need to be disappointed. You are a national player. She is an international player. Although only one word is missing, the gap is huge. There are many beauties at the wedding today. See which one I will connect you with." Pan Iwami Takeshi seemed to be really lost. He stepped off the stage and hurriedly comforted him.

Wu Xingxing waved his hand: "Forget it, I didn't have any hope at first, it seems that I have no chance to see the beautiful face today."

"Well, what kind of character my sister, it's hard for us to meet each other." Pan Yan patiently calmed Wu Xingxing's emotions.

At this moment, Ning Yuan, who had been silent, suddenly stood up.

Ning Yuan's movements were not large, but he himself, like the center of a magnetic field, naturally attracted the attention of people around him in every move.

Ning Yuan looked at the direction of the cello on the stage, and under the suspicious gaze of Pan Yan and others, he said something shocking.

"Perhaps, I can try."

"Puff..." Qiao Fei, who was drinking, sprayed a sip of water on Wu Xingxing's face.

Wu Xingxing was not in the mood to care about Qiao Fei’s sprayed face. He wiped a handful of water and looked at Ning Yuan up and down. He asked Ning Yuan with an incredulous expression: "Are you having trouble with me? Ning Xiao Uncle, it’s not necessary at all... We have no grievances in the past and we have no antagonisms in the past, and if they get married today, it’s not appropriate for us to take the opportunity to pk."

Wu Xingxing believed that Ning Yuan suggested a try because he wanted to prove that he was better than him, and in my heart he didn't think that Ning Yuan would be better than him.

After all, he is a national player. There are only a few well-known cellists in China, and he has never heard the name Ning Yuan.

Pan Yan also whispered to Hu Fei at this time: "This is your grandfather's newly recognized son? I felt pretty good just now, so showy? I can toss at random at my wedding. With such a mad personality, your family has been afraid recently. Isn't it messy?"

"Crazy?" Hu Fei smiled slightly, saying that he did not agree with Pan Yan's conclusion: "You didn't let him try, how do you know that he really can't do it?"

"This... OK, since you have said so, then Uncle Ning? Please!"

Hu Fei's attitude made Pan Yan suddenly interested.

The host of the wedding had all spoken, and Ning Yuan had no worries and walked directly to the center of the stage.

Ning Yuan’s super high charm value and his own advantages are of course more eye-catching than Wu Xingxing, especially after he started to play the first piano sound, the eyes and hearing of the audience instantly seemed to be caught by him. Locked firmly.

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