"……brother."
Qiao Yang held the mobile phone in his hand, making a loud voice, but lest Qiao Zhen could not hear it, he raised it slightly.
However, Qiao Zhen's next sentence made him completely cool from head to toe.
"What a joke, turn it off!"
joke?
Qiao Yang looked at him with eyes wide open.
Qiao Zhen looked at him coldly, tapped his fingers on the documents on the desk and asked, "Dare you say that you did not make this document?"
"I'm still saying that, you can come and get it if you want."
"But you used this kind of false data and shady means to trip me up? The third child, while you want something, it hurts something more important than profit."
Qiao Zhen looked at him disappointedly: "You will never understand this truth."
And Qiao Yang couldn't describe the feeling of disappointment that made him want to cry.
Obviously, even the voice is exactly the same, but the soul is another person.
He is not Qiao Sheng.
Not brother.
He tried to calm his emotions and turned off his phone.
Facing Qiao Zhen's disappointed and angrily questioning, Qiao Yang swallowed his enthusiasm and answered him:
"I did it, but I didn't want to impeach you at the meeting. Also, I'm not the same I was before, believe it or not."
Qiao Yang took a deep breath and continued: "Also, why did this file that only existed in my USB flash drive got into the hands of my eldest brother? My eldest brother had better check it out. Who is deliberately instigating the relationship between our brothers? ."
Qiao Zhen stared into his eyes, trying to find sophistry, but didn't.
When Qiao Yang said something, his voice was soft, his expression was calm, and his eyes were bright and calm.
Facing his questions, he was not rushed or impatient, as if it had nothing to do with him.
However, he cannot be gullible.
He saw Qiao Yang's things that he had done during this time, and he was angry in his heart.
The father always thinks about the relationship between father and son, and forgive and indulge the third child.
The second child has always felt that the overall situation is the most important and peace is the most important thing, and he has to bear with the third.
But the third child was greedy and manic, and his stupid behaviors failed the family's expectations of him again and again.
Qiao Zhen, as the son of Qiao's family, shoulders the burden of the Qiao family and the Qiao Group. He must not allow the Qiao family to be destroyed in the hands of the third child.
Qiao Zhen watched Qiao Yang for a long time and warned again in a low voice:
"This is the last time. Don't let me catch you in the future. Otherwise, I won't care about a trace of brotherhood."
After Qiao Zhen left, Qiao Yang slumped directly on the chair.
How great the hope is, the disappointment makes the sad.
For a while, he was exhausted to the extreme, and the identity that Joe brought to him, including this body, did not belong to him.
He is still alone.
He assigned the work to Liu Wen and deputy supervisor Li Songran, and then drove to Yemei.
Ye Mei in the afternoon was very deserted, and he was the only guest on the third floor bar.
He asked for a bottle of brandy, sipped slowly on the counter, and swallowed a bitter and spicy bite, pressing his heart to be lonely and lost.
The melody was still on the phone. He let his thoughts fly, and occasionally wrote two lines of lyrics indiscriminately when he was inspired.
I don't know how long it took, a cautious voice rang from the side: "Young Master Qiao, why are you here?"
Qiao Yang turned his head and saw that a boy in a crescent-colored sweater and casual jeans was standing beside him, with a clean and refreshing appearance.
Just looking in his eyes, with some weakness and temptation.
Qiao Yang thought for a while, then asked: "...Mo Yu?"
Mo Yu couldn't help but nodded: "Yes, it's me."
At the same time, I felt a little disappointed. Seeing Shao Qiao's expression, he seemed to have forgotten him.
Qiao Yang picked up the wine glass, sounded lazy because of his low mood, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Mo Yu was afraid that Qiao Yang would think he was here to play, and quickly explained: "I am here to sing and come three days a week."
Seeing that Qiao Yang didn't speak, he continued to explain: "...just to earn some college living expenses, I don't usually come to this place..."
"Resident singing?"
Qiao Yang laughed softly and asked: "What song do you sing?"
He smiled softly, because he had drunk, there was a blur of drunkenness in his eyes.
Xin Chang's figure leaned lazily on the black bar counter. Against the backdrop of the black wooden wine rack behind, the handsome and noble man was as beautiful as a phantom.
Mo Yu looked dumbfounded, and replied with a flustered expression: "Just sing some popular songs nowadays and sometimes songs ordered by guests."
"You, do you have a song you want to listen to? I'll sing it for you." His voice became smaller and smaller, and his face was slightly hot.
"Have."
Qiao answered lazily, and handed him the lyrics written on the drawn paper: "Can you sing this song?"
Mo Yu looked at it, instantly nervous and annoyed.
Finally had the opportunity to show his singing voice in front of Qiao Yang, but he had never seen this song.
When he was about to shake his head in annoyance, Qiao Yang clicked on the phone's voice: "You listen, start from here."
With the simple and smooth melody released, Qiao Yang gently touched every word written on the paper with his fingertips.
Mo Yu listened to the music carefully, watching intently at the words that Qiao Yang flicked across his fingertips.
The combination of words and melody gave a three-dimensional feeling in his brain, and he gradually sang a thin voice.
Qiao Yang asked him: "Do you understand?"
Mo Yu nodded: "Well, I will try."
He tentatively said: "Did you write this song and lyrics?"
The tune is very nice, but it is also very simple, without too much modification, just like an uncut jade.
Qiao Yang nodded.
Mo Yu opened his eyes and looked at him almost admiringly: "You can arrange music and write songs, you are really good."
Qiao Yang pointed to the piano and asked him: "Why don't you try it together? I'll play you and sing."
Mo Yu was even more surprised: "Yes."
Qiao Yang took off his suit jacket, untied his tie, and sat in front of the shiny black grand piano.
The elbows of his shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing a cold white and tough arm, and his slender fingers on the black and white keys suddenly jumped flexibly.
A string of tight, vigorous and powerful piano notes burst out immediately.
Instantly broke the silence on the third floor.
It looks like playing without any rules, but with shocking penetrating power.
The wine glass on the bar trembled lightly, and the amber wine was shaken into layers of ripples.
The bartender and the staff in the distance looked over in surprise and stopped to watch.
Mo Yu was surprised by another thing. He thought that Qiao Yang, a wealthy young master, a senior leader of a large group of companies, played the piano as an amateur.
But the steely and smooth soundtrack just now, you can feel the strength and flexibility of your fingers, which is definitely not an amateur level.
Qiao Yang didn't know that he had become an eye-catching presence on the third floor, turned his head and gave Mo Yu a signal: "Let's start."
"it is good."
Mo Yu hurriedly stood over and turned on the microphone switch.
He was very nervous, holding a paper full of lyrics in his hand, watching it carefully.
There are few guests in the afternoon, and the third floor is very empty.
On the small stage, in front of the black grand piano, the sitting man wearing a white shirt and black trousers outlines a tall, thin, tall and tough figure.
Under the light of the light, Qingjun's sloppy face was full of natural extravagance.
The slender fingers jump gracefully and flexibly on the black and white keys, playing a lyrical long tune.
The man was immersed in the sound he played, with some sadness on his face, which also made the whole third floor stained with a melancholy atmosphere.
The bartenders and staff have put aside their work, as if immersed in a brilliant dream, enjoying the beautiful moments brought by sight and hearing.
This is the face of Qiao Yang they have never seen before.
After all, I only listened to the original song once, and the lyrics were added, so Mo Yu stumbled in singing.
after the end.
Mo Yu is very apologetic: "I still didn't keep up with the tune. Give me the original song, Shao Qiao, and I will practice it a few more times. I must sing this song well... for you."
Qiao Yang: "Also."
When this song was given to Qiao Sheng, there was no lyrics.
Now that he fills in the lyrics, and Mo Yu sings it, it can be regarded as a real work completed.
After Qiao Yang asked for Mo Yu's number and passed the original song to him, he continued to climb on the bar, sipping amber brandy.
The night outside was getting darker, and Ye Mei successively came with guests, gradually becoming lively.
After all, Mo Yu had the talent and skills in music, and after trying to sing a few times, he became more and more proficient.
The handsome boy, the clear voice, and the soft melody attracted many guests to stop and listen.
Of course, there are also drunk guests who staggered over to find faults deliberately:
"Sing this song back and forth, it's unpleasant like a ghost cry, change it to the master!"
Mo Yu stopped, not knowing what to do.
Someone immediately reminded the guests: "Boss Zhang, don't make trouble, I heard that he is the third young master of the Qiao family."
Boss Zhang: "Hey! The third young master of the Qiao family still needs to come to the bar to sing, brag."
He walked over, sat drunk and leaned on the bar, shouting: "Don't sing, come over and have a drink with him."
Mo Yu was still sitting next to the piano, and glanced at the man lying on the bar sleeping.
"Hey, dare not to be obedient."
Boss Zhang suddenly slapped him on the table and shouted, "I don't want to be here, right?"
The force he photographed was so great that it shook the wine glass on the table slightly.
Also awakened the man who was sleeping on the bar.
The stinging tympanic membrane and headache after drinking make the man's eyebrows tight.
Boss Zhang is still playing drunkenly: "TM, a vocalist really has a face. If you say a word, the entire city of S is not..."
"roll!"
Qiao Yang's voice was not loud, low and deep, with a hoarse that was not awake.
"Who are you? Dare to let Lao Tzu go." Boss Zhang was suddenly scolded, angrily rolling up his sleeves as if he was about to fight.
Until he met a clear gaze and instantly closed his mouth.
The man rubbed his temple with one hand and swept him lightly.
It's just the sharp eyebrows, clear eyes, tightly pressed thin lips, and sharp jaws all exuding a natural and powerful aura, and a terrifying aura.
Boss Zhang was shocked, and only then did he see who this person was.
Instantly feeling cold all over, he immediately jumped up from the chair and backed up to accompany his smiling face: "Yes... it's Young Master Qiao. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
As he bowed his head and bowed in salute, he wanted to slip away quickly: "Excuse me, Yaxing, I will get out of here, I will get out of here."
Qiao Yang's voice was clear: "Come back."
Although he slept in a daze, he heard a few words about this person insulting Mo Yu.
He understands how difficult it is for a 22-year-old college student to sing to earn money in such a place.
At least when he saw it, he supported Mo Yu, so that he would not be bullied by others in the future.
"Yes, yes, what is your order, Young Master Qiao."
Boss Zhang immediately didn't dare to retreat, and his heart was cold.
The Qiao family, a wealthy family with a century-old heritage.
The financial network is still in social status, which is not comparable to his little boss.
He regretted hitting the wall, why did he want to provoke the boy on impulse?
If the third young master of the Qiao family doesn't let him go tonight, he will either go bankrupt or lose half of his life.
Qiao Yang moved his jaw slightly towards Mo Yu, and simply put down two words: "Apologize."
Is it all you need to apologize?
Boss Zhang was overjoyed, grateful for Dade's constant apology in front of Mo Yu and asked for forgiveness.
He didn't run away in a hurry until Qiao Yang let him roll again.
Mo Yu lowered his head and continued to sing, a warm smile appeared in the corner of his eyes
My heart is filled with an emotion, which is a sense of satisfaction and pride of being protected.
His family conditions are very average, and his college living expenses are all made by singing himself.
Bars and night clubs will inevitably encounter some difficult customers.
In order to work, he is accustomed to these grievances.
But after that night, many people thought he was Qiao Yang's person.
So Ye Mei’s supervisor raised his salary, and the staff politely complimented him, and no guests came to harass him again.
There are even people who come to please him in order to build a relationship with Joe.
Just having a relationship with Qiao Yang can change his life so much.
Mo Yu thought to himself: It would be great if he was not so afraid of agreeing to associate with him.
Qiao Yang asked the bartender to make him a low-degree cocktail.
He was holding a thin steel rod in one hand, stirring the ice cubes, and the body of the glass made a messy ding-dong ding-dong sound.
Mo Yu, who sang his head with one hand, said, "...you have a good voice."
With a low voice, Mo Yu who was singing immediately stopped.
He walked to Qiao Yang's side: "No, it's because you wrote good tunes and good lyrics. No matter how you sing, it sounds good."
There is no focus in Qiao Yang's eyes, and he muttered to himself: "It's written for someone."
Mo Yu's heart jumped and he became nervous. He asked, "Yes, is it? That must be someone Qiao cherishes very much?"
Qiao Yang: "...My brother."
The heart of lifting up immediately let go.
Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
"If Young Master Qiao doesn't dislike it, the songs you write in the future...may I sing them for you?"
I was afraid that Qiao Yang might think he was an amateur, so he quickly promoted himself:
"I, I actually sing on the live broadcast platform, and now I have a lot of fans, I will mark the composer as Qiao Shao you..."
Qiao Yang was drunk, but his head was sober.
Mo Yu's voice is clear and pure, with a long and long aftertaste, which is indeed similar to his style of writing songs.
He has also composed music and sold it to music producers or record companies.It was sung by a singer and recorded into a record, which was widely circulated.
correct!
Qiao Yang's heart suddenly opened up.
In case my brother is really in this world, he might be able to find him one day if he hears his song.
"can."
Qiao Yang immediately agreed to him, and then proposed: "Should we cooperate?"
"Cooperation?!"
Mo Yu's eyes lit up, which was a great surprise.
But some people couldn't believe it, and asked: "Why, how do you cooperate?"
Qiao Yang thought for a while, he has enough money and status in this world, as well as the contacts brought by status.
You don't need to bother to manage it, just write the song and leave it to Mo Yu to sing.
Qiao Yang thought while thinking: "Would you like to set up a music studio? Please ask someone who is familiar with music producer or management team..."
"But I don't need too many people, because I compose the music and I'm just a singer with you."
Mo Yu was ecstatic, his dream was realized so easily?!
And it was Qiao Yang that was established specifically for him!!
He grabbed Qiao Yang's arm excitedly, his eyes shining brightly: "I will definitely sing for you. I will make money for you."
Qiao Yang smiled lightly.
Mo Yu looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly remembered that when he was in high school, Qiao Yang once pushed him on the desk and almost kissed him forcibly.
Past memories made him blush slightly, and his heart couldn't stop beating wildly. He whispered:
"If this is the case, you are my golden master father, and I will...I will listen to you in the future."
"You just want to... you can think about it..."
After that, Mo Yu's voice was humming like a mosquito.
His head was almost close to his chest, even his neck was pink, and he was ashamed of smoking.
"Ok?"
Qiao Yang didn't understand what he meant: "What did you say?"
Mo Yu:...
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, I have the face to say this a second time!!!
He was almost ashamed, Qiao Yang didn't understand what he meant.
"Yes, that's..."
He moved closer to Qiao Yang, still hanging his head, not daring to look at Qiao Yang: "You, if you want to... do anything to me, I won't hide."
Qiao Yang:...
He raised his hand and slapped the head behind Mo Yu: "What nonsense, we are friends."
After getting drunk, he couldn't control his strength, Mo Yu bowed his head in pain and gave him a grieved expression:
"Then, then you still..."
"I was ignorant at first. Did you hurt you?"
Qiao Yang quickly stretched out his hand to rub him.
Not far away, a person secretly lifted his phone and took a picture, and the scene was frozen.
Half a minute later, Geng Hui received this photo, and he said gossiping:
"Sao Qiao ran away from work all afternoon, and it turned out to be the little lover at the Yemei private meeting."
"what?"
Gu Ye frowned and looked over.
The author has something to say:
Mo Yu is a good friend!good friend!good friend!
Don't stand in chaos.