Chapter 17
Sincerity?
Qiao Yang smiled awkwardly, slightly embarrassed.
It was really not enough just to apologize to Gu Ye so much trouble.
He looked at Gu Ye and tentatively suggested: "Or, should I invite Mr. Gu for dinner?"
"eat?"
Gu Ye glanced at the takeaway bag in his hand, took a look and asked, "That's it?"
"of course not."
Qiao Yang smiled.
Saying that, it hurts in my heart.
This is the fragrant eight-treasure duck that he specially drove to the food court, and he wanted to go home to have a big meal.
Alas, put it in the refrigerator and come back to eat at night.
He smiled and said, "It's still early anyway, we can go a little farther away, what does Gu always want to eat?"
The moment Qiao Yang walked out of the elevator and saw him, there was a trace of panic on his face as he wanted to escape.
Then there was embarrassment and helplessness that could not be concealed.
This makes Gu Ye, who has always been indifferent, has a kind of malicious control.
He admired the handsome man in front of him, and the evil intentions in his heart were also provoked, so he deliberately made things difficult, and wanted to test Qiao Yang's reaction.
The man had no intention of resisting, and smiled as flattering as he wanted to be forgiven for doing something wrong.
The thin and curved Danfeng eyes are bright and pure.
Gu Ye swallowed the refusal, his head tilted, and asked with a faint smile: "Then, let's go have a drink?"
"A drink? It's done!"
Qiao Yang readily agreed: "I'll take you to a good place, you wait for me to change clothes."
Good place?
Gu Ye waited happily.
As a result, Qiao Yang took him to Yemei.
Gu Ye usually doesn't come to such a place. As he passed the first floor and the second floor, he looked at the wandering men and women on the bizarre dance floor, listening to deafening loud music.
He frowned and asked, "Young Master Qiao likes this kind of place?"
"No."
Qiao Yang explained to him: "It's a bit noisy here, but the third floor is pretty quiet. I brought Mr. Gu here because there are out-of-print red wines."
When Qiao Yang said, he smiled mysteriously at him.
The expression was a bit proud, like a boy in school proudly sharing his private treasures with his friends for many years.
Gu Ye couldn't help but stretch his brows: "Young Master Qiao likes red wine?"
"Okay."
Qiao Yang nodded and explained to him solemnly:
"Like the rare, ancient treasure, it has a long lasting flavor. It's like traveling to a world a century away, which is especially memorable."
"Is it?"
Gu Ye chuckled softly, "That is indeed worth tasting."
After entering the third floor, the noise was isolated and replaced by the rhythm of playing the piano.
The black bar, the wooden wine cabinet, and the delicate boy playing the piano are exactly the same as the people and objects in the photos Geng Hui showed him yesterday.
When Mo Yu saw Qiao Yang, the tempo he played immediately slowed down a few beats, and his eyes looked at Qiao Yang from time to time, with a look of surprise and shyness.
Qiao Yang waved his hand to Mo Yu, and then sat at the bar and asked the bartender: "Xiaohao, take out the Latour 1961 I ordered."
Bartender Xiaohao looked for him in the wine cabinet, and asked with a smile: "Don't Young Master Qiao say that you can open it on a special day? Why do you want to open it today?"
Qiao Yang leaned on the bar and said, "It's not a gift today, it's also a special day."
Xiaohao: "Yeah, who would be the one who can make the third young master of the Qiao family apologize..."
Xiaohao immediately became speechless when he saw Gu Ye. He was shocked for three to five seconds before reacting: "Gu, it's President Gu. I'm sorry, sorry, it's rude."
Gu Ye --S is the youngest and top-notch figure in the business world. He appears most often in various TV interviews and magazines.
Xiaohao restrained his frivolous and giggling attitude, his back was straight and respectful.
Gu Ye smiled slightly: "It doesn't count as a gift, it just wants to have two glasses with Young Master Qiao."
In addition to the bartender Xiaohao, other staff on the third floor and occasional guests also found Gu Ye.
It's just that they all looked at it from a distance and were surprised: Gu Ye would also come to the night show?
Still with Qiao Yang!
Xiaohao held Latu 1961 in both hands and handed it to Qiao Yang: "Young Master Qiao, do you drive it yourself or I drive it for you?"
Qiao Yang: "I'll do it myself."
He took the wine cautiously, but didn't open the cork in a hurry.
There was joy in his eyes, looking at the mottled label on the bottle showing the age, as if holding a treasure that has been treasured for many years.
Gu Ye suddenly felt unbearable. He chuckled and asked, "Or, let's drink something else? You keep hiding this bottle."
Qiao Yang then picked up the corkscrew, pulled out the cork skillfully and neatly, and said with a smile: "Don't, I want to try it."
He held the goblet in one hand, and the bottle with the other hand tilted slightly, the dark red liquor poured into the two goblets like flowing silk.
The way he pours the wine is very elegant and skillful, and the look when looking at the wine is similar to pious concentration.
Gu Ye: "The wine Young Master Qiao wants to drink on a special day is just opened. It's really an honor for me."
Qiao Yang: "I can't bear to drink it myself. It just so happens that I invite Mr. Gu to drink it today and give me a chance to open the bottle. Counting it down, I am also in your light."
Reluctant.
Gu Ye couldn't help but want to laugh. The price of Latour 1961 is indeed expensive, and this amount of money is nothing to Qiao Yang.
For the value of money, the man in front of him cherishes the things he loves more.
Qiao Yang held up the cup and held it up: "Come on, Mr. Gu. We can't know each other if we don't fight, we will be friends after toasting you."
The tone, look, and actions carried the boldness and loyalty unique to young people.
Gu Ye laughed completely, "Okay."
The two raised their wine glasses at the same time, and their backs filled with dark red liquid lightly touched, and there was a clear collision.
Qiao Yang raised his head slightly, revealing a white neck, and the curve was smooth and delicate from the chin to the Adam's apple and then to the collarbone.
Gu Ye stared for a few seconds, then staggered his eyes, and drank the red wine that the man cherished even more.
He has drunk a better red wine than this glass, but today's is particularly rich and mellow, with a long lasting flavor.
Qiao Yang was also intoxicated, and after a few mouthfuls, he couldn't help but admire: "It's really a legendary year for Latour. It's really a mellow fragrance that I have never tasted."
Qiao Yang was very happy to drink the out-of-print red wine.
He kept talking to Gu Ye about the characteristics and taste of Latour.
When the cup was empty and about to pour the second cup, Gu Ye stopped him: "Tasting, a cup is enjoyment, and drinking more until you feel uncomfortable will be a waste of good things."
"but..."
Qiao Yang was struggling inside.
It is difficult to maintain the original flavor of the opened red wine over time.
Gu Ye persuaded him: "Now let Xiaohao take care of it for you, and plug it into a cork. Let it go for two or three days."
Qiao Yang reluctantly let go of his hand: "...Well then."
Quite obedient.
Gu Ye smiled, the deep peach blossom eyes shone with fine softness.
Can't drink, Qiao Yang has nothing to do.
He looked at Mo Yu who was playing the piano and yelled softly, "Mo Yu, change me to play for a while."
Mo Yu stopped immediately: "Yes."
With Gu Ye's slightly surprised expression, Qiao Yang stepped onto the small stage and sat in front of the grand piano.
The stage is the center of the third floor, with bright lights around and above, and the piano is as bright as day.
The dark and shiny piano body reflects the surrounding lights and is eye-catching.
The man sits in the most dazzling center. His upright sitting posture, long figure, and handsome face all explain indescribable elegance.
He focused on playing, slender and white fingers jumping on the black and white keys, flexible like a flying butterfly, flowing out a beautiful melody.
Gu Ye has seen various faces of Qiao Yang.
The politely alienated, lightly chuckling, even drunk in a mess, embarrassed, soft and blurred in his arms...
At this moment, Qiao Yang is really beautiful.
If the scene in front of you is still, it is a painting.
But it is a painting that is secretly admired by decorating hidden places in the home.
It took a long time before he realized his absence.
After making a mockery in his heart, he turned to see Mo Yu looking at the man intently like him.
Gu Ye knocked on the table and asked him, "Would you like a drink?"
"what?"
Mo Yu came back to his senses and hesitated, "No, no, thank you Mr. Gu."
"What do you do so politely."
Gu Ye clicked his chin in the direction of Qiao Yang: "Isn't he your boyfriend?"
Mo Yu hurriedly shook his head: "No, it's not."
He dropped his head slightly, and his earlobes, which were not covered by the broken hair, were slightly red.
He said in a low voice: "Also...not yet."
No, and not yet, it means too much difference.
Gu Ye looked at Mo Yu with a smile.
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However, when they didn't know, other places had already exploded.
Yemei, a high-level private club.
People who come here are all upper-class business people in S City, and no one does not know Gu Ye.
It is not unusual for Qiao Yang to come here.
It is not unusual for Gu Ye to come here.
But the combination of Qiao Yang and Gu Ye is too much speculation.
When Gu Ye came here, he should book a quiet and hidden private room with his father and grandfather, and negotiate amidst hidden murderous words. What he completed in the intersecting drinks was a transaction worth hundreds of millions of yuan.
Instead of sitting at the bar with a second generation ancestor, tasting wine and playing piano.
conspiracy.
There is definitely a conspiracy in it.
As a result, pictures of Gu Ye and Qiao Yang drinking together were circulated crazy.
In the closed boxes of Night Demon, some people were shocked with their mobile phones:
"How did these two people who couldn't beat them get together?"
"I heard that the Gu family and the Qiao family are robbing a hill."
"The Qiao family is in charge of the third young master of the Qiao family, and Qiao Yang has moved to live across from Gu Ye's house. What are you doing?"
"Want to get close to Gu Ye's secrets? Qiao Yang is looking for death. Don't look at the fate of ten giant companies that went bankrupt overnight two years ago."
"Yes, let's just wait, but there are some good shows to watch next."
Qiao's villa.
Qiao Jin came out of the room and found Qiao Tiancheng who was jogging in the gym: "Dad, look, what is the third child thinking about, and he is drinking with Gu Ye in the nightclub."
"He really thought he could get secrets from Gu Ye? Where does his confidence come from."
Qiao Tiancheng looked at the photo on the phone where Gu Ye and Qiao Yang were toasting, and muttered, "These two are friends, right?"
He didn't believe this when he said this.
Qiao Jin: "Gu Ye, who do you see is his friend. My elder brother has a good relationship with Gu Ye, but once the company's interests are involved, Gu Ye can turn his face faster than a book."
Qiao Zhen also walked in and sneered: "When he loses to Gu Ye, you will know how ridiculous what he is doing now."
"If a piece of Phoenix Terrace can let the youngest know his stupidity, it's worth it."
Qiao Jin didn't speak any more, but looked at his father Qiao Tiancheng.
Qiao Tiancheng pondered for a long time and sighed: "I also reminded him, let him judge by himself later."
Gu's Jingshan Villa.
Butler Uncle Wu: "Madam, Master A Ye is now drinking with the third master of the Qiao family in Yemei."
"what did you say?"
Xu Weiling, who was trimming a pot of camellia, turned around and asked in surprise.
Uncle Wu handed her the phone, looking worried: "The outside said that the third young master of the Qiao family was approaching President Gu for Phoenix Terrace..."
"Phoenix Terrace?"
Xu Weiling doesn't care much: "A Ye never gives people a chance."
"but..."
She carefully looked at the photos on the phone.
Gu Ye was smiling, his eyes gleaming.
That is joy from the heart, a real laugh.
His own son knew that the people around A Ye were either mutually beneficial and win-win business partners or competitor to death.
There is never a real friend.
Never had any thoughts on anyone.
Xu Weiling held the phone thoughtfully.
The author has something to say:
Qiao Yang: You all think too much.