Chapter 14

“…… Brother. "

Qiao Yang is holding a mobile phone in his hand. Obviously, the voice is very loud, but he is afraid that Qiao Zhen can't hear him. He raises it slightly.

However, Qiao Zhen's next words, let him thoroughly cool from head to foot.

"Are you kidding? Turn it off!"

Joke?

Qiao Yang looked at him with wide eyes.

Qiao Zhen looked at him coldly, fingered the document on the table and asked: "dare to say that this document is not made by you?"

"I'm still saying that. If you want, you can come and get it."

"But you trip me up with this false data and dark means? Third, when you want something, you hurt something more important than profit. "

Qiao Zhen looked at him with disappointment: "you will never understand this truth."

And Qiao Yang can not describe that kind of disappointment to want to cry mood.

is as like as two peas, but the soul is another.

He's not Josh.

It's not a brother.

He tried to calm down and turn off his cell phone.

On the question of Qiao Zhen's disappointment and anger, Qiao Yang swallows down his enthusiasm and replies:

"I did it, but I didn't want to impeach you at the meeting. And I'm not who I used to be, believe it or not. "

Qiao Yang took a deep breath and went on to say: "and, this only exists in my USB flash drive. Why did it come to my brother's hand? Big brother had better find out who is deliberately stirring up the relationship between our brothers. "

Qiao Zhen looked into his eyes, trying to find sophistry, but he didn't.

When Qiao Yang said something, his voice was gentle, his expression was calm, and his eyes were bright and calm.

In the face of his questioning, he is not anxious or impatient, and seems to have nothing to do with him.

But he couldn't believe it.

Qiao Yang this is time to do things, he saw in the eyes, gas in the heart.

The third is always to indulge father and son.

The second brother always thinks that the overall situation is the most important thing and harmony is the most important thing. Only then can he tolerate the third one again and again.

But the third greedy manic, again and again stupid behavior failed to live up to his family expectations.

Qiao Zhen, as the eldest son of the Qiao family, shoulders the heavy burden of the Qiao family and the Qiao family group. He must not allow the Qiao family to be destroyed in the hands of the third.

Qiao Zhen looked at Qiao Yang for a long time, and his low voice warned again:

"this is the last time. Don't let me catch you in the future. Otherwise, I won't care about a little bit of brotherhood. "

After Qiao Zhen left, Qiao Yang sat down on the chair directly.

How much hope, disappointment has sorrow.

For a time, he was exhausted to the extreme, and his identity, including the body, which Joe brought to him, did not belong to him.

He is still a man.

He assigned his work to Liu Wen and Li songran, the deputy director, and then drove to Yemei.

In the afternoon, he was the only guest in the bar on the third floor.

He asked for a bottle of brandy, lying on the bar slowly drink, swallow a mouth bitter spicy, pressure heart lonely lost.

Mobile phone still put that melody, he let his thoughts fly, occasionally had inspiration to write two lines of lyrics.

I don't know how long after, a careful voice sounded beside: "Qiao Shao, how are you here?"

Qiao Yang turned to see, is a crescent colored sweater, casual jeans boy standing beside him, a clean and fresh look.

Just looking into his eyes, with some timidity and exploration.

Qiao Yang thought for a moment and then asked, "what's the matter Mo Yu? "

Mo Yu couldn't help nodding: "yes, it's me."

At the same time, it seems that Joe has forgotten his little expression.

Qiao Yang took up his glass and looked lazy because of his low mood. He asked, "what are you doing here?"

Mo Yu was afraid that Qiao Yang thought he was coming to play, so he quickly explained: "I'm here to sing, three days a week."

Seeing that Qiao Yang didn't speak, he continued to explain I don't come to this kind of place just to earn some living expenses of University... "

"Singing?"

Qiao Yang chuckled and asked, "what songs do you sing?"

His smile was very gentle, because he had drunk wine, his eyes were confused.

Xinchang's figure is lazily leaning on the black bar. Against the background of the black wooden wine stand, the handsome and noble man is as beautiful as a mirage.

Mo Yu looked stupefied, looked flustered after returning to God and replied: "just sing some popular songs now, and sometimes also sing songs ordered by guests."

"You, do you have any songs you want to hear? I'll sing it to you His voice was getting smaller and his face was slightly hot.

"Yes."

Qiao Yang replied lazily and handed him the lyrics written on the drawing paper: "can you sing this song?"

Mo Yu looked at it, nervous and annoyed in an instant.Finally, he had the opportunity to show his voice in front of Qiao Yang, but he had never seen this song.

Just about to chagrin when shaking his head, Qiao Yang points to open the voice of the mobile phone: "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 carefully listen to the music, focus on looking at Qiao Yang fingertips across the text.

Words and melody combined together, in the brain has a three-dimensional feeling, he gradually sing out a small voice.

Qiao Yang asked him, "do you understand?"

Mo Yu nodded: "well, I'll try."

He also tried to say: "this song and lyrics, are you writing it?"

The music is very nice to listen to, but it is also very simple, without too much decoration, like an uncut jade.

Qiao Yang nodded.

Mo Yu's eyes are bright, and he looks at him like adoration: "you can compose music and write songs, you are really fierce."

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 more surprised: "yes."

Qiao Yang took off his suit jacket, untied his tie and sat in front of the black polished grand piano.

His shirt sleeve rolled up his elbow, revealing a cold white and tough arm, slender fingers on the black and white keys, suddenly flexible jump.

A series of compact, strong and powerful piano sounds burst out immediately.

It broke the silence of the third floor in an instant.

It seems to be playing without any rules, but with a shocking penetrating power.

The wine glass on the bar trembles slightly, and the amber wine is shaken out of layers of ripples.

The bartender and the staff in the distance all looked over in surprise and stopped to watch.

Mo Yu is surprised by another thing. He thinks Qiao Yang, a young master of a powerful family and a senior leader of a large group of enterprises, plays the piano as an amateur.

However, just now that steel smooth audition, you can feel the strength and flexibility of the fingers, is definitely not amateur level.

Qiao Yang did not know that he had become the presence of attention on the third floor, turned his head and gave Mo Yu a signal: "start it."

"Good."

Mo Yu stands in a hurry and turns on the microphone switch.

He was very nervous, holding a paper full of lyrics in his hand and looking at it carefully.

There were few guests in the afternoon, and the third floor was empty.

On the small stage, in front of the black grand piano, the men sitting there are wearing white shirts and black trousers, outlining a tall, thin and strong figure.

In the light of the light, the casual face of Qingjun, with a natural noble spirit.

The slender ten fingers jump gracefully and flexibly on the black and white keys, playing a lyrical long tune.

The man immersed in his own playing out of the timbre, with some melancholy on his face, also made the whole third floor stained with melancholy atmosphere.

Bartenders and staff have put down their work, as if immersed in a gorgeous dream, enjoying the beautiful moment brought by vision and hearing.

This is Qiao Yang's face that they have never seen before.

After all, I only listened to the original song once, and the lyrics are all added now, so Mo Yu's singing is stumbling.

After that.

Mo Yu was very sorry: "I still didn't follow up. Qiao Shao, give me the original song, and I'll practice it a few more times. I must sing this song well Here you are. "

Qiao Yang: "no problem."

When the song was sent to Qiao Sheng, no words were written.

Now by him to fill in the words, and then Mo Yu sang out, it is really completed a work.

After the rain, Mo asked for the original number of brandy.

Outside the night gradually dark, night charm to the guests, gradually lively up.

After all, Mo Yu has the talent and foundation of music. After trying to sing it several times, he becomes more and more proficient.

The handsome boy, clear voice and soft melody attracted many guests to listen.

Of course, there are also drunken and smoked guests who come unsteadily and deliberately find fault:

"sing this song back and forth. It's like crying ghosts. Please change it for me!"

Mo Yu stopped and didn't know what to do.

Nearby, someone immediately reminded the guests: "boss Zhang, don't be noisy. I heard that he is the third young master of Qiao's family."

Boss Zhang: "bang! The third young master of the Qiao family still needs to come to the bar to sing and brag. "

He went over and sat down on the bar, drunk and yelled, "stop singing. Come and have a drink with me."

Mo Yu is still sitting by the piano, his eyes toward the sleeping man on the bar.

"Hey, how dare you disobey me."

Boss Zhang slapped his hand on the table and yelled: "I don't want to mix here, do you?"

The strength of his photo was so strong that the glasses on the table moved slightly.It also wakes the man sleeping on the bar.

The tingling tympanic membrane and the headache after drinking make the man frown tightly.

Boss Zhang is still playing with wine mania: "TM, a singer really has a face. In a word, the whole s city does not have..."

"Roll away!"

Qiao Yang's voice is not big, low and deep, with no wake-up hoarseness.

"Who dare you to let me go." Boss Zhang was suddenly scolded and rolled his sleeves in anger as if he wanted to hit someone.

Until he closed his mouth in an instant with a clear look.

A man rubbed his temple with one hand and swept him lightly.

Just sharp eyebrows, clear eyes, tight thin lips, as well as sharp and moist mandible all exude a natural strong aura, and appalling evil spirit.

Boss Zhang was afraid for a moment, and then he saw who he was.

He immediately jumped up from the chair and backed up with a smile: "yes It's Qiao Shao. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "

While bowing and bowing, he wanted to quickly slip away: "disturb your elegant interest, I'm going to roll, I'm going to roll."

Qiao Yang's voice was clear: "come back."

Although he was sleepy, he also heard a few words about this man insulting Mo Yu.

He understood how difficult it was for a 22-year-old college student to earn money by singing in such a place.

At least when he saw it, he supported himself for Mo Yu, and he would not be bullied by others.

"Yes, yes, young Joe. What can I do for you?"

Boss Zhang didn't dare to go back, and his heart was cold.

Qiao's family is a great family with a history of one hundred years.

Financial resources and contacts are still in social status, which is not comparable to his small boss.

He regretted to hit the wall, why an impulse to provoke the boy.

If the third young master of the Qiao family doesn't let him go tonight, he will either lose his family or lose half his life.

Qiao Yang jaw toward Mo Yu direction slightly a bit, simply put down two words: "sorry."

Just an apology?

Zhang's heart is ecstatic, gratitude in front of Mo Yu constantly apologized, ask for forgiveness.

Until Qiao Yang let him go again, he ran away in a hurry.

Mo Yu bowed his head and continued to play and sing, and his eyes showed a warm smile

his heart was filled with an emotion, which was a sense of satisfaction and pride protected.

His family condition is very general, the university living expenses all depend on oneself singing to earn.

Bars and nightclubs are places where you can't avoid meeting some difficult guests.

For the sake of his work, he is used to these grievances.

But after that night, many people thought he was Qiao Yang's.

Therefore, the supervisor of Yemei raised his salary, and the staff paid him polite compliments, and no guests came to harass him again.

There are even people trying to please Qiao in order to get on with him.

Just having a relationship with Qiao Yang can change his life so much.

Mo Yu thought: if I was not so afraid and agreed to associate with him, it would be great.

Qiao Yang asked the bartender to make him a lower degree cocktail.

He held a thin steel bar in one hand, stirring the ice, and the glass body made a disorderly Ding Dong sound.

With one hand holding his head to watch Mo Yu playing and singing, he said, "I'm afraid You have a good voice

A low word, so that the singing Mo Yu immediately stopped.

He went to Qiao Yang and said, "no, it's you who wrote good music and lyrics. It's good to sing any way. "

Qiao Yang has no focal length in his eyes and mutters to himself: "for a person."

Mo Yu jumped in his heart and became nervous. He asked, "yes, is it? That must be the man Joe cherishes

Qiao Yang: My brother. "

The heart that raised immediately let go.

Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief and tentatively asked and answered:

"if Qiao Shao doesn't dislike the songs you write in the future Can I sing it for you

He was afraid that Qiao Yang might think he was an ordinary person, so he quickly promoted himself:

"I, I actually sang on the live platform, and now I have a lot of fans. I will mark the composer as Qiao Shao you..."

Qiao Yang is drunk, but his head is clear.

Mo Yu's voice is clear and pure, with a long lasting aftertaste, which is really similar to his style of writing songs.

He also composed and sold music to music producers or record companies. It was sung by singers and recorded on records, which was widely spread.

By the way!

Qiao Yang's heart suddenly brightened.

If my brother is really in this world, one day he hears his song, maybe he can find him.

"Yes."

Qiao Yang immediately agreed to him, and then proposed, "shall we cooperate?""Cooperation?"

Mo Yu's eyes brightened. It was a big surprise.

But some of them couldn't believe it and asked, "how, how to cooperate?"

Qiao Yang thought for a moment that he had enough money and status in the world, as well as the contacts brought about by his status.

Don't need to work hard, just write songs to Mo Yu to sing.

Qiao Yang thought while thinking: "how about setting up a music studio? Please have a familiar music producer or management team... "

"But it doesn't need too many people, because I'm the only one who composes music with you."

Mo Yu is ecstatic, his dream has come true so easily?!

And it was set up for him by Qiao Yang!!

He seized Qiao Yang's arm excitedly, and his eyes were shining: "I will give you a good song. Make money for you. "

Qiao Yang gave a faint smile.

Mo Yu looked at the people in front of him, and suddenly remembered that when he was in high school, Qiao Yang pressed him down on the desk and almost forced him to kiss him.

Memories of the past made him blush and his heart beat wildly. He whispered:

"if this is true, you are my father, and I will It's up to you in the future. "

"You just want to It's OK to think about it... "

Said behind, Mo Yu sound like mosquito hum.

His head was almost close to his chest, even his neck was pink, and he was ashamed to smoke.

"Well?"

Qiao Yang didn't understand what he meant: "what did you say?"

Mo Yu

Ah ah ah ah, this kind of words that have the face to say the second time ah!!!

He was so ashamed that Qiao Yang didn't understand his meaning.

"Yes, it is..."

He moved closer to Qiao Yang, still hung his head and did not dare to look at Qiao Yang: "you, if you want to I won't hide from what you do to me. "

Qiao Yang

He raised his hand and slapped Mo Yu on the head: "nonsense, we are friends."

After getting drunk, Mo Yutong bowed his head and said, "Oh," and looked at him wrongly:

"well, you were still..."

"I didn't know. Did it hurt you? "

Qiao Yang quickly reached out and rubbed it for him.

Not far away, a man secretly raised his mobile phone to take a shot, and the scene was frozen down.

Half a minute later, Geng Hui received the picture, and he said with a gossipy face:

"Qiao Shao escaped from work all afternoon and went to the night charm private meeting as a young lover."

"What?"

Gu Ye frowns and looks at the past.

The author has something to say:

Mo Yu is a good friend! good friend! good friend!

Don't stand in line.