"… elder brother."
Qiao Yang held the mobile phone in his hand, and he made a loud voice, but he raised it slightly for fear that Qiao Zhen would not be able to hear it.
However, Qiao Zhen's next sentence made him completely cool from head to toe.
"What a joke, turn it off!"
joke
Qiao Yang opened his eyes wide to look at him.
Qiao Zhen looked at him coldly, tapped the document on the table with his fingers and asked, "You dare to say that this document was not made by you?"
"I'm still saying that, come and get it if you want."
"But you trip me up with such false data and shady means? Third, while you want something, you are hurting something more important than your interests."
Qiao Zhen looked at him disappointedly: "You will never understand this truth."
And Qiao Yang couldn't describe the feeling of being so disappointed that he wanted to cry.
It seems that even the voice is exactly the same, but the soul is another person.
He's not Joe Sheng.
Not brother.
He tried to calm down and turned off the phone.
In response to Qiao Zhen's disappointed and angry questioning, Qiao Yang swallowed his enthusiasm and replied:
"I did it, but I didn't want to impeach you in the meeting. Also, I'm not what I used to be, believe it or not."
Qiao Yang took a deep breath and continued: "Besides, why did this file, which only exists in my USB flash drive, come into the hands of the eldest brother? The eldest brother had better go check it out, who is deliberately provoking the relationship between our brothers? ."
Qiao Zhen stared into his eyes, trying to find a quibble, but there was none.
When Qiao Yang said something, his voice was soft, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were bright and calm.
In the face of his questioning, he was neither impatient nor impatient, as if it had nothing to do with him.
However, he cannot be trusted.
He saw what Qiao Yang had done during this period of time, and he was angry in his heart.
The father always thinks about the love between father and son, and forgives and indulges the third child.
The second child has always felt that the overall situation is the most important, and peace is the most valuable, so he has repeatedly tolerated the third child.
But the third child is greedy and arrogant, and his stupid actions have failed his family's expectations again and again.
Qiao Zhen, as Qiao's eldest son, he shoulders the heavy burden of Qiao's family and Qiao's group, and he must not allow Qiao's family to be destroyed in the hands of the third child.
Qiao Zhen looked at Qiao Yang for a long time, and a low voice warned again:
"This is the last time. Don't let me catch you in the future. Otherwise, I won't take into account any brotherly love."
After Qiao Zhen left, Qiao Yang slumped onto the chair.
There is so much hope, so much disappointment.
For a time, he was exhausted to the extreme, and the identity Qiao gave him, including this body, did not belong to him.
He is still alone.
He assigned the work to Liu Wen and deputy director Li Songran, and then drove to Yemei.
Ye Mei was very deserted in the afternoon, and he was the only customer at the bar on the third floor.
He asked for a bottle of brandy, lay down on the bar and sipped slowly, swallowing bitter and spicy mouthfuls, pressing down on the loneliness and loss in his heart.
The melody was still playing on the phone, and he let his thoughts fly, and occasionally when he got inspiration, he randomly wrote two lyrics.
I don't know how long it took, a cautious voice sounded beside him: "Qiao Shao, why are you here?"
Qiao Yang turned his head and saw that it was a boy in a crescent-colored sweater and casual jeans standing beside him, looking clean and fresh.
Just looking into his eyes, with some cowardice and probing.
Qiao Yang thought for a while and asked, "... Mo Yu?"
Mo Yu nodded, "Yes, it's me."
At the same time, I felt a little lost in my heart. Looking at Qiao Shao's expression, it seemed that he had forgotten him.
Qiao Yang picked up the wine glass, and his voice was lazy because he was in a low mood, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Mo Yu was afraid that Qiao Yang thought he was here to play, and quickly explained: "I sing here three days a week."
Seeing that Qiao Yang did not speak, he continued to explain: "... just to earn some living expenses for the university, I don't usually come to this kind of place... "
"Stay singing?"
Qiao Yang laughed softly and asked, "What songs do you sing?"
He smiled softly, and because of drinking alcohol, there was a blurry in his eyes that seemed to be drunk but not drunk.
Xin Chang's figure leaned lazily on the black bar, and against the background of the black wooden wine rack behind, the handsome and noble man was as beautiful as a phantom.
Mo Yu was stunned. After regaining his senses, he replied with a flustered expression, "Just sing some popular songs and sometimes sing songs ordered by guests."
"You, do you have a song you want to listen to? I'll sing it to you." His voice became smaller and smaller, his face slightly hot.
"Have."
Qiao Yang answered lazily and handed him the lyrics written on the paper: "Can you sing this song?"
Mo Yu looked at it, instantly nervous and annoyed.
He finally got the opportunity to show his singing voice in front of Qiao Yang, but he had never seen this song before.
Just when he was about to shake his head in annoyance, Qiao Yang turned on the phone's voice and said, "Listen, start 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, and looked at Qiao Yang's fingertips attentively.
Combining words and melody, he had 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'll try."
He asked again tentatively, "Did you write this song and lyrics?"
The tune is very nice, but it is also very simple, without adding too many decorations, like a piece of uncut jade.
Joe Yang nodded.
Mo Yu's eyes lit up and looked at him with admiration: "You can also arrange and write songs, you are really amazing."
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 sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a cold white and tough arm. His long fingers rested on the black and white keys, beating suddenly and flexibly.
A string of compact and powerful piano sounds burst out immediately.
Instantly broke the silence on the third floor.
It looks like a random playing, but it has a shocking penetrating power.
The wine glass on the bar trembled slightly, and the amber wine was shaken by layers of ripples in the glass.
The bartender and the distant staff looked over in surprise and stopped to watch.
Mo Yu was surprised by another thing. He thought that Qiao Yang was a wealthy young master, a senior leader of a large group company, and he played the piano as an amateur.
But that steely and smooth audition 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 a prominent presence on the third floor, so he 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 piece of paper full of lyrics in his hand and watching it carefully.
There were few guests in the afternoon, and the third floor was very empty.
On the small stage, in front of the black grand piano, the man sitting wearing a white shirt and black trousers outlines a tall, thin, tall and tough figure.
Under the light of the light, Qing Jun's sloppy face is full of natural extravagance.
The slender fingers jump gracefully and flexibly on the black and white keys, playing a lyrical and long tune.
The man was immersed in the timbre of his own playing, and his face was a little sad, which also caused the whole third floor to be filled with a melancholy atmosphere.
The bartenders and staff have put down their work, as if immersed in a splendid dream, enjoying the beautiful moments brought by sight and hearing.
This is the face of Qiao Yang that they have never seen before.
After all, I only listened to the original song once, and the lyrics were all added now, so Mo Yu stumbled while singing.
after the end.
Mo Yu was very apologetic: "I still didn't keep up with the adjustment. Qiao Shao, please give me the original song, and I will practice it a few more times. I must sing this song well... Let me listen to you."
Qiao Yang: "Alright."
When this song was given to Qiao Sheng, there was no lyrics.
Now that he fills in the lyrics and Mo Yu sings it out, it can be regarded as a truly completed piece of work.
After Qiao Yang asked Mo Yu's number to pass the original song to him, he continued to climb on the bar, drinking the amber brandy.
The night outside was getting dark, and the night charms came one after another with guests, which gradually became lively.
After all, Mo Yu has talent and skills in music. After trying to sing a few times, he became more and more proficient.
The handsome boy, clear voice and soft melody attracted many guests to stop and listen.
Of course, there are also drunk guests who staggered over and deliberately found fault:
"Just sing this song back and forth, it's ugly like a ghost crying, change it for the lord!"
Mo Yu stopped, not knowing what to do.
Someone immediately reminded the guests: "Boss Zhang, don't make trouble, I heard that he is from 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, leaned against the bar in a drunken body, and shouted, "Stop singing, come and accompany you for a drink."
Mo Yu was still sitting by the piano, and glanced at the man who was sleeping on the bar.
"Hey, how dare you not obey."
Boss Zhang slammed his palm on the table and yelled at him, "You don't want to mess around here, do you!"
He took the picture with great strength, and the wine glass on the table moved slightly.
It also woke up the man lying on the bar sleeping.
The tingling eardrum and the headache after drinking made the man frown.
Boss Zhang is still playing a drunken madness: "TM, a singer is really a face, if you say a word, the whole S city will not..."
"roll!"
Qiao Yang's voice was not loud, low and low, with a hoarseness that didn't wake up.
"Who are you, you dare to let me go." Boss Zhang was suddenly scolded, and he rolled up his sleeves angrily as if he was going to beat someone.
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 that the sharp brows, the clear eyes, the tight lips, and the sharp jaw all exude a natural and powerful aura, and a terrifying evil spirit.
Boss Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then he saw who this person was.
Instantly chilled, he immediately jumped up from the chair and stepped back with a smiling face: "Yes... it's Young Master Qiao. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He nodded and bowed in salute, and wanted to quickly slip away: "I'm going to disturb your Yaxing, I'll get out of here, I'll get out of here."
Qiao Yang's voice was clear: "Come back."
Although he slept in a daze, he also heard a few words of insulting Mo Yu from this person.
He understands how difficult it is for a 22-year-old college student to make money singing in such a place.
At least when he saw it, he supported Mo Yu, and he would not be bullied by others in the future.
"Yes, yes, Qiao Shao, what are your orders?"
Boss Zhang did not dare to retreat immediately, and his heart was half cold.
The Qiao family, a family that has inherited a century-old wealthy family.
Financial resources and connections are still social status, which is not comparable to him as a small 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 his life.
Qiao Yang's chin turned slightly toward Mo Yu, and he simply put down two words: "Apologies."
Just apologise
Boss Zhang was ecstatic in his heart, thankful for his constant apology in front of Mo Yu, and asked for forgiveness.
He didn't flee in a hurry until Qiao Yang let him go again.
Mo Yu lowered his head and continued to play and sing, with a warm smile in the corner of his eyes.
My heart is filled with an emotion, a sense of satisfaction and pride in being protected.
His family conditions are very ordinary, and he earns all his college living expenses by singing.
Bars and nightclubs will inevitably encounter some difficult guests.
For work, he is used to these grievances.
It's just that after that night, many people thought he was Qiao Yang's.
So Ye Mei's supervisor raised his salary, the staff complimented him politely, and no guests came to harass him again.
There were even people who came to please him in order to have a relationship with the Qiao family.
Just having a relationship with Qiao Yang can change his life so much.
Mo Yu thought to himself: It would be great if I hadn't been so afraid of agreeing to date with him.
Qiao Yang asked the bartender to make him a lower-proof cocktail.
Holding a thin steel rod in one hand, he stirred the ice cubes, and the glass made a messy ding dong ding dong sound.
He supported his head with one hand and watched Mo Yu, who was playing and singing, and said, "...You have a good voice."
A low sentence made Mo Yu, who was singing, stop immediately.
He walked to Qiao Yang's side: "No, you wrote the song well and the lyrics are good. No matter how you sing it, it sounds good."
There was no focus in Qiao Yang's eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Written for a person."
Mo Yu's heart jumped, and he became nervous. He asked, "Yes, isn't it? That must be someone Qiao Shao cherishes very much, right?"
Qiao Yang: "...My brother."
The heart that raised it was immediately put down.
Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and tentatively asked the question:
"If Young Master Qiao doesn't dislike it, the songs you write in the future... can I sing it for you?"
Afraid that Qiao Yang thought he was an amateur, 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 Shaoyou..."
Qiao Yang was drunk, but his head was clear.
Mo Yu's voice is clear and pure, with a long and long aftertaste, which is indeed very similar to his style of songwriting.
He has also composed and sold to music producers or record labels. It was sung by singers and recorded into records, which were widely circulated.
correct!
Qiao Yang's heart was suddenly enlightened.
If my brother is really in this world, and one day I hear his song, maybe I can find him.
"Can."
Qiao Yang immediately agreed to him, and then suggested: "How about we cooperate?"
"Cooperation?!"
Mo Yu's eyes lit up, this was a huge surprise.
But some couldn't believe it, and asked, "Why, how do you cooperate?"
Qiao Yang thought about it, he has enough money and status in this world, as well as the connections brought by status.
You don't need to worry about managing it, just write songs and give them to Mo Yu to sing.
Qiao Yang thought while thinking: "Should we set up a music studio? Please hire a producer who is familiar with music, or manage a team..."
"But it doesn't need too many people, because I'm the only one who composes the music, and you're just a singer."
Mo Yu was ecstatic, his dream came true so easily? !
And it was also set up by Qiao Yang for him! !
He grabbed Qiao Yang's arm excitedly, his eyes shining brightly: "I will sing well for you. Make money for you."
Qiao Yang smiled lightly.
Mo Yu looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly remembered that in high school, once Qiao Yang pushed him down on the desk and almost kissed him.
The memory of the past made him blush slightly, and his heart could not stop beating wildly, he whispered:
"If that's the case, you'll be the father of my gold lord, and I will listen to you in the future..."
"It's okay if you just want to... think about that... "
After speaking, Mo Yu sounded like a mosquito humming.
His head was almost pressed against his chest, even his neck was pink, and his whole body seemed to be smoking from shame.
"Um?"
Qiao Yang didn't understand what he meant: "What did you say?"
Mo Yu: …
Ah, it's a shame to say this a second time! ! !
He was almost ashamed, but Qiao Yang didn't understand what he meant.
"It's, it's..."
He moved closer to Qiao Yang, but still lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Qiao Yang: "If you want to... do anything to me, I won't hide."
Joe Yang: …
He raised his hand and slapped Mo Yu on the back of the head: "What nonsense, we are friends."
After being drunk, he couldn't grasp the strength. Mo Yu lowered his head in pain and said "uh", looking at him with aggrieved expression:
"Well, then you were still..."
"I was ignorant back then. Did I hurt you?"
Qiao Yang quickly reached out and rubbed him.
Not far away, a person secretly raised his mobile phone and took a picture, freezing the scene.
Half a minute later, Geng Hui received this photo, and he said gossip:
"Qiao Shao escaped from work for an afternoon, but he went to Yemei's private meeting with his little lover."
"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 line.