Qiao Yang was driving, and when he heard that Mo Yu was going to sing at Yemei, he frowned slightly and looked at him: "Sing? Let's rest and go home today."
Having just experienced a cyber storm, what Mo Yu needs most now is rest and mood adjustment.
Mo Yu looked relaxed and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm all right now. And now I'm in a good mood, and now I really want to sing a few songs and let go of my mood to the fullest."
Mo Yu's smile came from the heart, the gloomy eyebrows stretched out, the haggard face was washed away, and the whole person looked bright.
Seeing that he insisted on going, Qiao Yang didn't stop him: "Okay, you will drive my car in a while. If you encounter anything else, call me, and don't hide it."
Mo Yu said "um".
His heart was filled with an emotion that made him want to laugh with joy, and wanted to cry when moved.
At first, when Qiao Yang didn't let him call him Qiao Shao, he was not used to it.
In the past, he always felt that he was not worthy of Qiao Yang's identity, so he always lowered his posture unconsciously around Qiao Yang.
Even being friends doesn't feel high enough.
He even thought that if Qiao Yang liked him as much as he used to, he would do anything to him.
In the final analysis, it was the helplessness and hesitation after several years of hard work but no reward, and the lack of a stage for him to show his strength.
He finally understood how weak he was in the face of power.
Made him feel self-sacrificing.
--- Forced to succumb to reality.
However, just now he saw Qiao Yang help him vent his anger on the spot, and sanctioned Jian Xing, who almost brought him a devastating disaster.
At that moment, he was in high spirits.
Qiao Yang really regarded him as a friend, worried that he would give him a chance to relieve his anger on the spot and protect him with what he could.
He also wanted to repay Qiao Yang and repay him as the most cherished friend.
Before that, he has to get stronger.
Until one day, when I can wear starlight and stand on the shining stage, I can truly become a friend who is shoulder to shoulder with Qiao Yang.
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After arriving home, Mo Yu packed up his singing bags, put on his guitar and said goodbye to Qiao Yang.
When I went out, I ran into Gu Ye who was here for the banquet.
He also had a bottle of wine in his hand.
Mo Yu: …
Gu Ye looked at him condescendingly, and his voice rose lightly: "Go out?"
Ask knowingly.
It's not that you put me in a job on purpose.
He only dared to silently retort in his heart. Shrinking his shoulders, he said, "Yes, you and Qiao Yang have a good meal, I won't disturb you."
After saying that, he ran away.
Mo Yu: Ah, I hope President Gu will stop looking at him with the eyes of his rival.
It's really scary!
In the room, Qiao Yang also saw Gu Ye standing outside the door with wine.
The door was clearly open, but the man stood there politely, as if he was about to raise his hand to ring the doorbell.
Qiao Yang beckoned him to come in: "Mr. Gu, why are you polite. Come in and sit first, and I'll change a suit."
"it is good."
Gu Ye stepped into the entrance, and before closing the door, he glanced at the elevator whose numbers kept dropping.
The light bulb is gone, happy.
This is the second time he has entered Qiao Yang's house, and the house looks more life-like than the last time.
There are some handy little appliances on the desk cabinet. The floor is covered with rugs and cushions. There are vases on the dining table, and a few pots of green plants are placed beside the sofa.
Simple and cozy.
Gu Ye looked at the changes in the living room and asked, "You have a bed at home."
He wasn't loud, but the room was quiet with only two of them. The bedroom door was not closed, and Qiao Yang, who was undressing and changing, could hear clearly.
"Yes, the bed has only been shipped these days."
Qiao Yang replied and thought again: No.
He stretched out half of his head towards the door and asked, "How does Mr. Gu know that there is no bed in my bedroom?"
He just took off his shirt to reveal half of his shoulders, cold and white with a moist light, slightly thin but not thin.
The exposed upper arm is covered with thin layers of muscle, which outlines smooth and tough lines.
Going down the shoulder, you can vaguely see a protruding collarbone and a small piece of clean chest.
Then it was blocked by the door wall.
The handsome and handsome man looked at him suspiciously, defenseless. He had no idea what the people who looked at him were thinking.
Gu Ye stood in the distance and looked at him motionless.
His deep eyes flickered, he suppressed some emotions, and his voice was low and slow: "The night you were drunk, I knew it when I brought you home."
It turned out to be so.
Qiao Yang retreated into the room and continued to get dressed.
He stopped drinking that night, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on the sofa with the quilt covered well.
Gu Ye thought it was Gu Ye who helped him in and covered him with a quilt.
Gu Ye is a really nice person.
Qiao Yang thought so in his heart, but he had no idea that the man outside the door was suppressing some crazy imaginations.
He changed into a set of light gray home clothes and walked out of the bedroom with a slight smile: "That night really caused trouble for President Gu. I'll make something delicious for you later."
The soft cotton fabric made him softer and warmer, and he didn't have the aggressiveness that he did in front of Jian Xing at all.
When tough, do not give in an inch, and take firm measures.
When it is gentle, it is like the spring breeze and drizzle, moisturizing people's hearts.
The deep peach blossom eyes regained their calm and softened. He asked, "Are you really good at cooking?"
It was a pleasure for Qiao Yang to invite him to have dinner together.
So he didn't want Qiao Yang to cook at all. I also ordered dinner in a private kitchen and it could be delivered anytime.
"Hey, you still don't believe me."
Qiao Yang walked into the kitchen, put on an apron, rolled up his sleeves, and said confidently and playfully, "I'll let you know what God of Cooking is."
It was late outside, the lighting everywhere made the room look extra bright, and the man's figure could be clearly seen in the open kitchen.
Tall and thin.
He skillfully unscrewed the gas, set up a pot to boil water, took out the same ingredients from the cabinet and refrigerator, and placed them by the water table for later use.
Gu Ye walked over and wanted to help, and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Qiao Yang took a handful of pasta, shook it in front of him, and said:
"Didn't you bring a bottle of brandy. I made truffled shrimp pasta with a salad and sliced cheese for the wine. How about it?"
"Row."
Gu Ye nodded: "I didn't expect Shao Qiao to really know how to cook. He learned it when he was studying abroad?"
Qiao Yang just smiled.
In fact, he can only do simple things.
That year, Qiao Sheng took him out of the house of relatives who adopted them and lived in a rental house close to his primary school.
In order to make money, Qiao Sheng, who has just turned eighteen years old, sells drinks in nightclubs.
Every night when he came back, he would go to the bathroom to induce vomiting and spit out the excess alcohol in his stomach.
In order to make him feel more comfortable, Qiao Yang cooked a bowl of thin and soft noodles before he went home.
In the small kitchen, dimly lit, the thin figure of a ten-year-old boy was busy.
He boiled the noodles clumsily and carefully, and finally beat an egg and sprinkled some chopped green onion and salt.
A bowl of noodles with clear soup and little water was eaten cleanly by Qiao Sheng every time.
Gu Ye couldn't help in the kitchen, he didn't even know how to wash vegetables.
From his childhood knowledge, his food, clothing, housing and transportation have been taken care of by special persons, and he does not need to spend time on such trivial matters in life.
Even looking at the scene in front of him, he had an unreal feeling.
The tall, thin and thin man wore a dark-colored plaid apron, and the straps of the two aprons on his back were crossed, outlining his slightly slender and tall waist.
He skillfully turned the dishes in the wok, and the gurgling wok beside him was steaming white steam, curling up beside him.
Everything is a fresh feeling, but it is full of the breath of life.
It seems that people live not just to climb up, but to get more benefits.
You can also pursue this ordinary, ordinary human fireworks.
Qiao Yang----This man can always show the unexpected side, which attracts him.
Today, this side can pierce my heart, with real warmth.
With him, every day can be so comfortable and comfortable.
It took only half an hour for Qiao Yang to start putting out the food: "President Gu, are you ready to eat?"
Two servings of truffles and prawns tossed in a tomato sauce, the pasta is sautéed with an attractive color.
Two plates of green salad, fresh and green, topped with this shredded cheese cube.
A simple dinner, yet very appetizing.
The two sat at the table ready to start.
Gu Ye opened the brandy, took two round-bottomed red wine glasses, held one hand in his palm, and poured the wine glass in the other.
Qiao Yang's eyes kept staring, watching the amber liquid gradually poured into the cup, and the swaying liquid glowed a little under the light.
Gu Ye raised his eyes, just in time to meet Qiao Yang's greedy appearance, with a pair of Danfeng eyes staring round, a handsome face that did not smile, and did not have a clear edge, but looked like a child waiting for candy.
Gu Ye couldn't help but smile.
He pushed the wine glass over, but said, "Eat a few mouthfuls before drinking."
Qiao Yang couldn't wait to drink brandy and was knocked down. He was slightly dissatisfied: "At this time, shouldn't we drink first?"
Gu Ye tilted his head and smiled, "Let's toast? What are you celebrating?"
Qiao Yang sat upright and clasped his fists in both hands: "Thank you, Mr. Gu, for protecting our friends, helping to kill the bad horses of the common people who are illegally attacking the Internet, and maintaining social peace and justice."
Although it was meant to be a joke, it was genuine gratitude.
Gu Ye is really loyal enough. In that case, he chose to stand by his side to protect him without hesitation, which made him very grateful.
This is also the reason why he clearly knows that he cooks normally, but also wants to invite Gu Ye to eat.
Only by doing it with your own hands can you show sincerity.
Gu Ye smiled indifferently: "You don't need to mind Qiao Shao too much. There will be an accident sooner or later in an artist company with bad character. Gu's breaking the contract with them is also a precautionary measure."
After eating a few mouthfuls of food, Qiao Yang took a few mouthfuls of water to dilute the fragrant pasta in his mouth.
Only then did he pick up the wine glass and ask, "Mr. Gu, can we drink now?"
Very nice look.
Gu Ye held up his glass, raised it slightly, and motioned to him: "Come on."
Qiao Yang stretched out his arms cheerfully, and really had a toast with Gu Ye.
The delicate and translucent cups slanted and collided, making a pleasant crisp sound, and the amber liquid in the back also rippling, causing layers of fine ripples, and the water was shining.
The sudden clinking of the glasses made Gu Ye stunned for a moment, and he fell into a temporary stagnation while holding the cup.
And Qiao Yang had already brought the wine glass into his mouth, his light-colored lips were holding the mouth of the glass, the corners of his mouth were soaked, and his upper lip was submerged in the wine.
Putting down the wine glass, there is a shallow water light on the upper lip, with a light red luster, soft and delicate.
I want to rub it with my fingertips, to wipe it for him...
He took small sips, savoring each sip carefully, moving gracefully, and looking focused.
Gu Ye just looked at him like that, forgetting that he should drink after clinking glasses.
The special fruity aroma of brandy and truffle cheese complement each other wonderfully in taste.
Qiao Yang couldn't help taking a sip. After the cup bottomed out, Qing Jun's fair face was stained with a hint of red.
He poured himself another glass, resting his elbows on the dining table, holding the glass in one hand and shaking it lightly, he asked:
"By the way, buddy, how about changing the name in the future, we are all friends, and you seem unfamiliar to call me Young Master Qiao."
He looked soothed and relaxed.
Gu Ye picked up his glass and gently touched the glass that was shaking in Qiao Yang's hand, his smiling eyes narrowed slightly.
He asked, "What do I call you, Qiao Yang? Or... Yangyang?"
Yangyang…
Qiao Yang held the wine glass and fell into a temporary stillness.
It's been a long time, a long time, no one has called him that.
He gave a low laugh, then held the bottom of the cup to his lips, raised his head slightly and drank it.
Then he took a long breath, with a nightmare foot expression: "You can do whatever you want, you can call me anything."
Gu Ye frowned.
He saw that Qiao Yang was about to reach out to pick up the wine again, ready to pour it into his empty glass.
He reached out to stop it.
The flat bottle body is not very large, Qiao Yang's hand holds most of the area, and the slender five knuckles are clearly grasped on the brown bottle body.
And it was Gu Ye's hand that was covered with blocking him. Under the reflection of the dome chandelier, there was a moist light.
Gu Ye's palm is bigger and thicker, the prominent joints and the veins of the blood vessels on the back of the hand look vigorous and powerful.
The palm of the hand is warm and soft, and the slightly rough palm lines stroke the back of the hand, bringing a comfortable little friction.
Qiao Yang instinctively gave his hand away, the temperature and touch of the man's palm remained on the back of his hand.
Gu Ye easily grabbed the wine glass and put it in his hand: "This wine has a relatively high alcohol content. The two glasses you have drunk are beyond your body's ability to digest alcohol."
"Can't drink any more."
"what?"
Joe Yang was reluctant.
At this moment, he really wanted to use mellow alcohol to dilute some of the emotions in his heart.
He rubbed the back of his hand, which still had some warmth that was not lost to him, and fought for himself: "Drink a little more. This wine has been opened, and it will change its taste tomorrow. What a pity."
Gu Ye shook his head: "No, it's better than having an upset stomach when you wake up tomorrow morning. And... "
After he finished speaking, he suggested with a smile: "It won't affect the taste if you leave it for two days. If Qiao Shao wants to drink, let's drink it tomorrow night?"
The deep and bright peach blossom eyes hide an imperceptible cunning.
The wine was brought by Gu Ye, and Qiao Yang couldn't ask for it again.
He swallowed his saliva and took a gulp of water from the glass beside his hand in a deflated manner: "...Well then."
The man in front of him never pretended, and he was reluctant to give up.
The beautiful Danfengyan glanced at the red wine for the last time, full of nostalgia, and then lowered it again.
Pathetic.
It is unbearable.
Gu Ye sighed: "This is the last."
He held the bottle and poured wine into Qiao Yang's wine glass again. The amber liquid was poured into the glass, only submerging the bottom of the glass, accounting for one-fifth of the capacity.
However, Qiao Yang was not surprised by the reward for breaking in.
He looked at the light amber liquid in the wine glass, but didn't drink it directly.
He fell into a moment of thought.
When he looked up at Gu Ye again, he chuckled.
Qing Jun's face was dyed with a ruddy after drinking, and there was a small light in his eyes.
He said, "Why are you... like my brother."
The voice rose in a low voice, as if recalling something, secluded and calm.
Qiao Yang lived with Qiao Sheng and fell in love with wine.
But it wasn't until he became an adult that Qiao Sheng finally allowed him to drink, and it was still fruit wine with a low degree of concentration.
Occasionally, when drinking with Qiao Sheng at night, Qiao Sheng only poured him a glass.
He drank it very cherishly, savoring the mellow aroma of the fruit in small sips. Every time he finished drinking, he was still not satisfied, and Baba looked at Qiao Sheng and asked silently.
Qiao Sheng would stare at him fiercely, but he said: This is the last point.
Pour a shallow layer into the bottom of his cup.
After Qiao Sheng left, no one had ever controlled how much alcohol he drank, and no one had given him the last bit of comfort.
Gu Ye was the first.
"Your brother?"
Gu Ye put away the wine bottle and sealed it in the wooden box. He asked suspiciously, "Do you brothers often drink together?"
He found out that the relationship between the Qiao brothers was not particularly good.
Qiao Yang smiled and said nothing. He picked up the wine glass and touched Gu Ye's wine glass: "Come on, Mr. Gu, let's do it finally."
Gu Ye responded to him.
After putting down the empty wine glass, he suddenly said, "They are all friends. Would you like to change your name as well? Mr. Gu sounds very strange."
Qiao Yang asked, "What's your name, Gu Ye?"
Gu Ye tilted his head slightly, looked at him and smiled: "Didn't you just say that I'm... like your brother."
The voice was soft and slow, but with a honey-like temptation.
Peach Blossom's eyes, which are dyed with a smile, have a hazy color that seems to be drunk but not drunk, but it can affect the emotions of the man opposite.
He said: "I am indeed a few years older than you, should you also call me: brother."