Asking the waiter to bring a pen and paper, Wu Hu directly wrote the outline of the song.

The cake-making lady started to look at it, her green-white jade fingers gently clasped on the table. The more she looked, the more excited she felt. Finally, she looked at Wu Hu and said, "Oppa, I like this melody very much. Do you have any ideas about the lyrics?"

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Wu Hu nodded, "Actually, I have a story about a man with a split personality who fell in love with his attending doctor, who was once his childhood sweetheart..."

Wu Hu briefly told the romantic and funny love story, but omitted a lot of content. Even the male protagonist only had dual personalities, not seven.

But at the cocktail party in the evening, Wu Hu didn't see the male lead of that drama. Maybe he doesn't have enough of a role now!

Although the story was very simple, it still made the cake maker's eyes watery and red. She didn't know if she was inspired, so she started writing it on paper.

Finally, he asked: "Oppa, are you sleepy now? Do you want to go back and rest?"

"I'm fine! What's wrong?"

"Then come with me! Let's finish this song."

"..."

In this way, the two of them left the barbecue restaurant in a hurry. The cake maker drove Wu Hu to her residence in her car. It was not yet twelve o'clock.

At this time, it seems that the cake maker has not yet bought a luxury house, but the place she lives in looks quite high-end, and there is also a relatively simple piano room with some musical instruments, including a piano.

"Oppa, can you play the piano?"

"Know a thing or two!"

As Wu Hu spoke, he unbuttoned his suit, sat in front of the piano, and played with ease, the crisp piano sound sounded, and the sad melody slowly flowed from his fingertips.

The cake maker is standing next to the piano

, stretched out his hand and tapped lightly, giving Wu Hu a beat.

Wu Hu began to hum the lyrics he thought of in English. Of course, they were all original lyrics that he translated directly. Because he translated them by himself, the rhyme was a bit awkward.

But after translating these words from English into Kimchi, the lady suddenly discovered that they fit inexplicably. So she picked up pen and paper again and revised the lyrics she had written before.

In this way, with Wu Hu's "tips", a song slowly took shape.

Wu Hu said: "The previous paragraph can be changed to rap. I rap in English, and you sing in your own language. Let's do it again. By the way, can you play the drums? Forget it, you will play the piano.

Let me play the drums!"

In this way, the two of them cooperated again, making the cake maker scream with excitement.

"Oppa, you are so awesome and talented!"

The cake maker was a little excited, so she gave Wu Hu a big hug, held Wu Hu's face, and gave him a sweet kiss.

Maybe she didn't think that much, she was just excited and forgot that the man in front of her was not a serious man, but a meat-eating wolf.

To know how to handle this fat goddess, Wu Hu has long wanted to discuss a big business involving hundreds of millions with her, and even thought about going into the woods with her.

So, this kiss was like a spark, falling from the starry sky, scattering across the vast sky, and then directly turning into a spark that started a prairie fire. In the blink of an eye, raging flames rose up and swept in all directions. The mountains, hills, valleys and jungles were all covered by the flames.
Chapter completed!