The Big Bosses Are Not What I Expected After I Transmigrated Into A Book

"……elder brother."

Qiao Yang held the phone in his hand, and he played it loudly, but he raised it slightly, fearing that Qiao Zhen wouldn't be able to hear it.

However, Qiao Zhen's next words made him completely chill from head to toe.

"Are you kidding, turn it off!"

joke?

Qiao Yang stared at him with wide eyes.

Qiao Zhen looked at him coldly, tapped on the document on the table and questioned, "Dare you say that you didn't make this document?"

"I still say the same thing, if you want it, come and get it with your ability."

"But you use this kind of false data and shady means to trip me up? Third, while you want what you want, you are hurting something more important than benefits."

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 is so obvious that even the voice is exactly the same, but the soul is another person.

He is not Qiao Sheng.

Not brother.

He tried to calm down and turned off his phone.

Facing Qiao Zhen's disappointed and angry questioning, Qiao Yang swallowed his enthusiasm and answered him:

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

Qiao Yang took a deep breath, and continued: "Besides, this file only exists in my USB flash drive, why did it get into the hands of the elder brother? The elder brother had better go and find out who is deliberately sowing the relationship between us brothers .”

Qiao Zhen stared into his eyes, trying to find a sophistry, but there was none.

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

Facing his questioning, he was calm and calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.

However, he couldn't believe it.

He saw what Qiao Yang had done during this period of time, and he was angry in his heart.

The father always thinks of 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 thing, and peace is the most important, so he has repeatedly tolerated the third child.

But the youngest was greedy and manic, and his repeated stupid actions failed his family's expectations of him.

Qiao Zhen, as the eldest son of Qiao, shoulders the heavy responsibility of the Qiao family and the Qiao Group. He must not allow the Qiao family to be destroyed by the third child.

Qiao Zhen looked at Qiao Yang for a long time, and then warned again in a deep voice:

"This is the last time. Don't let me catch you in the future. Otherwise, I won't care about brotherhood."

After Qiao Zhen left, Qiao Yang slumped down on the chair.

As great as the hope is, as much as the disappointment is sad.

For a while, he was exhausted to the extreme. The identity Qiao brought to him, including this body, did not belong to him.

He is still alone.

He assigned the work to Liu Wen and Li Songran, the deputy supervisor, and then drove to Yemei.

Ye Mei was deserted in the afternoon, and he was the only customer at the bar on the third floor.

He ordered a bottle of brandy, lay down on the bar counter and sipped it slowly, swallowing a bitter and spicy mouthful, suppressing the loneliness and loss in his heart.

The melody was still playing on the phone, and he let his thoughts fly, occasionally writing out two lines of lyrics randomly when he got inspiration.

After an unknown amount of time, a cautious voice sounded from the side: "Young Master Qiao, why are you here?"

Qiao Yang turned his head and saw a boy in a crescent-colored sweater and casual jeans standing beside him, looking clean and fresh.

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

Qiao Yang thought for a while, then asked, "... Mo Yu?"

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

At the same time, I felt a little lost, and judging by Qiao Shao's expression, he seemed to have forgotten him.

Qiao Yang picked up the wine glass, and asked in a lazy voice because he was depressed, "What are you doing here?"

Mo Yu was afraid that Qiao Yang would think he was here 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: "...just to earn some living expenses for college, I don't usually come to this kind of place..."

"Singing?"

Qiao Yang laughed softly, and asked, "What songs do you sing?"

He smiled very gently, and because of the alcohol, his eyes were blurred.

Xin's long figure was leaning lazily on the black bar counter. Against the background of the black wooden wine rack behind him, the handsome and noble man was as beautiful as a phantom.

Mo Yu was stunned, and after recovering, he replied in a flustered expression: "Just sing some popular songs nowadays, and sometimes sing the songs ordered by the guests."

"You, do you have a song you want to hear? I'll sing it to you." His voice became softer and his face was slightly hot.

"Have."

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

Mo Yu looked at it and was instantly nervous and annoyed.

Finally, he had the opportunity to show off his singing voice in front of Qiao Yang, but he had never seen this song before.

Just as he was about to shake his head in frustration, Qiao Yang turned on the phone's voice and said, "Listen, start here."

Following the simple and smooth melody, Qiao Yang gently touched every word written on the drawn paper with his fingertips.

Mo Yu listened to the music carefully, and focused on the words written by Qiao Yang's fingertips.

The combination of words and melody gave him a three-dimensional feeling in his brain, and he gradually sang with a thin voice.

Qiao Yang asked him, "Do you understand?"

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

He tentatively said, "Did you write this song and lyrics?"

The tune is nice, but also very simple, without much modification, like a piece of rough jade.

Qiao Yang nodded.

Mo Yu's eyes brightened, and he looked at him almost adoringly: "You can also compose and write songs, you are really good."

Qiao Yang pointed at the piano and asked him, "Why don't you try it together. I'll play and you 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 at the elbows, exposing a cold white but tough arm, and his slender fingers were beating on the black and white keys suddenly and flexibly.

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

The silence on the third floor was broken in an instant.

It seems to be played in a disorderly manner, but it has a shocking penetrating power.

The wine glass on the bar trembled slightly, 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 and a senior leader of a large conglomerate, played the piano just for fun.

However, in the sound test with steel strength and smoothness just now, you can feel the strength and flexibility of your fingers, which is definitely not at the amateur level.

Qiao Yang didn't know that he had become the attention on the third floor, so he turned his head and gave Mo Yu a signal: "Let's get started."

"it is good."

Mo Yu hurriedly stood over and switched on the microphone.

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

There are very few guests in the afternoon, and the third floor is very empty.

On the small stage, in front of the black grand piano, the man sitting was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, outlining a tall, thin and tough figure.

Under the illumination of the light, the handsome and undisciplined face is full of natural nobility.

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

The man was immersed in the tone he played, with a sad face, which also made the whole third floor a melancholy atmosphere.

The bartenders and staff have put down their work, as if immersed in a gorgeous dream, enjoying the wonderful moments brought by sight and hearing.

This was Qiao Yang's face they had never seen before.

After all, I only listened to the original song once, and the lyrics were all added on hand, so Mo Yu sang stumblingly.

after the end.

Mo Yu was very apologetic: "I still haven't kept up with the tune, Mr. Qiao, please give me the original song, and I will practice it a few more times. I must sing this song well... for you to listen to."

Qiao Yang: "Alright."

When this song was given to Qiao Sheng, no lyrics were written.

Now that he writes the lyrics, and Mo Yu sings it, it can be regarded as a truly completed piece of work.

After Qiao Yang asked for Mo Yu's number and passed the original song to him, he continued to crawl on the bar counter, drinking amber brandy.

As the night outside was getting darker, Ye Mei came to guests one after another, gradually becoming lively.

After all, Mo Yu has musical talent and skills. 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 and fuzzy guests who staggered over and deliberately found fault:

"Singing this song back and forth, it's ugly like a ghost crying, please sing another song for me!"

Mo Yu stopped, not knowing what to do.

Someone nearby immediately reminded the guests: "Boss Zhang, don't make trouble, I heard that he belongs to the third young master of the Qiao family."

Boss Zhang: "Tch! The third young master of the Qiao family still needs to come to the bar to sing, bragging."

He walked over, leaned his drunken body on the bar, and shouted: "Stop singing, come and have a drink with Grandpa."

Mo Yu was still sitting by the piano, and glanced at the man sleeping on the bar counter.

"Hey, how dare you be disobedient."

Boss Zhang slammed his palm on the table and shouted at him, "You don't want to mess around here anymore, do you?"

He shot so hard that the wine glasses on the table moved slightly.

It also woke up the man who was sleeping on the bar counter.

The tingling eardrum and the headache and discomfort after drinking made the man frown.

Boss Zhang is still playing drunk madly: "TM, a singer really has face, if you say a word, the whole S city doesn't have..."

"roll!"

Qiao Yang's voice was not loud, it was low and deep, with a hoarseness from sleep.

"Who the hell are you, you dare to let me go." Boss Zhang was scolded suddenly, and angrily rolled up his sleeves as if he was going to fight someone.

Until he met a clear gaze, and instantly closed his mouth.

The man rubbed his temple with one hand, as if sweeping him lightly.

It's just that the sharp eyebrows, clear eyes, tight thin lips, and sharp jaw all exude a natural and powerful aura, as well as a terrifying evil spirit.

Boss Zhang felt a bit apprehensive, and then he saw clearly who this person was.

Suddenly, he felt cold all over, and he immediately jumped up from the chair, and stepped back with a smile on his face: "Yes...it's Mr. Qiao. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

He nodded and bowed to salute, while trying to slip away quickly: "I'm disturbing your elegant mood, I'll get out now, I'll get out now."

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

Although he was in a drowsy sleep, he probably heard a few words that this person insulted Mo Yu.

He understands how difficult it is for a 22-year-old college student to sing and earn money in this kind of 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 are your orders, Young Master Qiao?"

Boss Zhang didn't dare to retreat any longer, and his heart sank.

The Qiao family, a wealthy family that has been passed down for a century.

Financial connections are still social status, which is not comparable to a small boss like him.

He regretted hitting the wall, why did he provoke that 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 moved his chin slightly in Mo Yu's direction, and simply said two words: "Apology."

Is it okay to just apologize?

Boss Zhang was ecstatic in his heart, thanking Mo Yu for continuously apologizing in front of Mo Yu, begging for forgiveness.

It wasn't until Qiao Yang told him to go away again that he fled in a hurry.

Mo Yu lowered his head and continued playing and singing, with a warm smile showing from 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 earned by singing.

Places like bars and nightclubs will inevitably encounter some difficult guests.

For work, he is also used to these grievances.

It's just that after that night, many people thought he belonged to Qiao Yang.

So Yemei's supervisor raised his salary, the staff complimented him politely, and no guests came to harass him again.

Some people even came to curry favor with Qiao Shi in order to establish a relationship with him.

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

Mo Yu thought to himself: It would be great if he wasn't so afraid and agreed to date him back then.

Qiao Yang asked the bartender to make him a cocktail with a lower alcohol content.

Holding a thin steel rod in one hand, he stirred the ice cubes, and the glass made messy ding dong ding dong sounds.

Mo Yu, who supported his head with one hand, watched the playing and singing, and said, "...you have a good voice."

A low sentence made Mo Yu, who was singing, stop immediately.

He walked up to Qiao Yang: "No, it's because you wrote a good song, and the lyrics are also good. No matter how you sing it, it sounds good."

Qiao Yang's eyes lost focus, and he muttered to himself, "It's written for a person."

Mo Yu's heart skipped a beat and he became nervous. He asked, "Yes, is that right? That must be someone very dear to Mr. Qiao, right?"

Qiao Yang: "...my brother."

The heart that was raised was immediately put down.

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

"If Young Master Qiao doesn't dislike it, the songs you write in the future...can I sing them for you?"

Afraid that Qiao Yang would think he was an amateur, he quickly promoted himself:

"I, I actually sang on the live broadcast platform, and now I have accumulated 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 aftertaste, which is indeed very similar to his songwriting style.

He has also composed and sold to music producers or record companies.It was sung by singers and recorded into records, which were widely circulated.

correct!

Qiao Yang's heart suddenly brightened.

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, it was a big 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 his status.

You don't need to worry about management, just write the song and give it to Mo Yu to sing.

Qiao Yang thought while thinking: "Should we set up a music studio? Hire a producer or management team who is familiar with music..."

"But I don't need too many people, because I'm the only one who composes and you're the only singer."

Mo Yu was ecstatic, his dream came true so easily? !

And it was Qiao Yang who set it up just for him! !

He grabbed Qiao Yang's arm excitedly, his eyes sparkled: "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 when Qiao Yang pushed him down on the desk in high school, and almost kissed him forcefully.

The memories of the past made him blush slightly, and his heart couldn't stop beating wildly. He whispered:

"If this is the case, you will be my sponsor's father. From now on... I will listen to you in everything from now on."

"You just want to... think about that, it's okay..."

Speaking later, Mo Yu's voice sounded like a mosquito humming.

His head was almost pressed against his chest, even his neck was glowing pink, and he was so ashamed that his whole body was about to smoke.

"Ok?"

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

Mo Yu: ...

Ahhhhh, how dare you say this a second time! ! !

He was so ashamed that Qiao Yang didn't understand what he meant.

"It's, it's..."

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

Qiao 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 well, Mo Yu bowed his head in pain and said "uh", and looked at him with an aggrieved expression:

"Then, then you still..."

"I was ignorant at the beginning. Did I hurt you?"

Qiao Yang quickly reached out and rubbed it for 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 gossipingly:

"Shao Qiao skipped work all afternoon, and went to meet his little lover privately at Ye Mei."

"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.