901: C901 He's Drunk

C901 He's Drunk

However, he still wanted to give up on Qiao Muze's idea of continuing the investigation.

"Muze, listen to your father." Mrs Qiao saw that her husband was really angry and gave her son a look.

Qiao Muze picked up the car keys on the table and stood up. He said to his mother, "Mom, I thought there was something else in the company, so I didn't stay for dinner."

"Hey! You... Muze, come back." Mrs Qiao wanted to chase after him.

Qiao Huiyang immediately stopped her, "Sister-in-law, I will go and persuade him."

Father Qiao suddenly sighed. He had never thought that his son would be so persistent in this matter.

Qiao Huiyang immediately caught up to Qiao Muze. When Qiao Muze was about to pull the door open, he stopped him.

"Muze, wait a moment." Qiao Huiyang strode over.

"Is something the matter, Uncle?" A hint of alienation flashed across Qiao Muze's eyes.

"Muze," Muze said. "Your father didn't want you to investigate Zhuang Yanming. Why did you have to go against your father?" Qiao Huiyang looked like he was trying to persuade Muze.

Qiao Muze frowned. "What difficulties?"

"You know it was a year of economic crisis five years ago, and the restaurant business was very poor. Your father had a hard time that year, too. " You have to understand your father's hard work back then. "

Qiao Muze's expression changed slightly. "What do you want to tell me?"

Qiao Huiyang also knew very well that this nephew of his was not close to him at all. Moreover, he often did not respect his elder.

He could only pat his shoulder and said, "I think you don't need to investigate Yan Shiming's case anymore. Don't end up finding out about your family. It will be too late for you to regret it."

Qiao Muze's dark pupils shrank. Qiao Huiyang had something to say. Moreover, it seemed that the case of Yan Shiming back then was related to his father.

Qiao Huiyang continued to hint, "Muze, I know you're better than me and your father. The annual profits are very substantial, but... To be able to have this kind of glory, it's not without your father's hard work. For example, in the most difficult times, When the company's taxes are heavy, we will still find a reasonable way to avoid taxes. "

After saying that, Qiao Huiyang knew that with Qiao Muze's wisdom, he understood very well when he said that.

When Qiao Huiyang turned around, Qiao Muze's handsome body trembled slightly. He held onto the door of the sports car, his thin lips slightly panting.

Could it be that Zhuang Yanming's case was involved? Was it the company tax evasion incident five years ago during the economic crisis?

Qiao Huiyang had said that it was reasonable to avoid taxes. That must be an unreasonable method. Could Zhuang Yanming's death have something to do with this matter?

If it was true, Thinking of his father's stern expression and stopping him from investigating, it was obvious that he was warning him.

Qiao Huiyang took more than ten steps forward. He turned around and looked at his nephew behind him. The corner of his mouth curled into a sneer. He was still very old. With just a few simple words, he had dragged Zhuang Yanming's death back to his elder brother.

Would Qiao Muze dare to continue investigating?

One was his father, the other was Zhuang Nuannuan, who was in love with him, and the other was a woman who was not important to him. How would he choose?

Qiao Muze opened the car door and sat in it. In his mind, many things were entangled together like an invisible string, causing everything to be thrown into chaos once again.

However, in his heart, he believed that his father was definitely not that kind of person. However, why did his father's expression just now stop him from investigating so firmly?

In Qiao Muze's mind, Zhuang Nuannuan's expectant eyes appeared. He gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator, rushing out of the garden gate.

Zhuang Nuannuan sat in the hall and received Yang Lee's call. She had already brought her dinner.

"Thank you, Assistant Yang. Thank you so much." Zhuang Nuannuan was very grateful when she took it.

Yang Lee smiled, "You are welcome. You are President Qiao's girlfriend. You are the future Mrs Qiao. This is what I should do."

Zhuang Nuannuan's face turned slightly hot. She wanted to explain but she held it in, "Thank you."

"Take your time. I'll go back first." After Yang Lee finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Zhuang Nuannuan sat at the dining table. The food she packed was also the taste of a high-class restaurant. However, she found that it was not as delicious as Qiao Muze's cooking. She could not help but look forward to learning from him very soon.

When Qiao Muze drove along the river road, he opened Lan Qianhao's phone.

"Hello, Muze!"

"Qianhao, do you have time? Come out and drink with me." Qiao Muze said.

Lan Qianhao was in a gloomy mood. "Sure! See you at the same place."

"Okay." Qiao Muze hung up the phone and drove to a bar where they often went to relieve stress.

Qiao Muze arrived first. Lan Qianhao also arrived. In this bar, there was a reserved place for them.

Under the dim light, the lights in the hall shone over from time to time, hitting the man's dark and unpredictable face. He was as handsome as an ice sculpture, and his entire body exuded an aura that prevented strangers from approaching him.

His white shirt was unbuttoned to the third button, and as he leaned against the leather sofa, the exposed collarbones silently emitted the charm of a man.

Even when he had attracted the attention of a few women when he walked in, no one dared to approach him.

Lan Qianhao walked in. He was dressed in a dark blue shirt and a loose collar. Even his usually stylish hair seemed to be ignored by him today.

His slightly messy clothes stuck to his forehead, giving him an extra wild temperament.

Lan Qianhao sat opposite Qiao Muze. Looking at the empty bottle of wine on the table, he could not help but look worriedly at his good friend.

"Muze, what happened?" Lan Qianhao asked with concern.

Qiao Muze held a glass of hard liquor in his hand and drank it down his throat. His thin lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. "It's okay. I'm not in a good mood."

Lan Qianhao also saw the news about him and Zhuang Nuannuan today. He narrowed his eyes. "Is it related to women?"

Qiao Muze pinched the center of his brows and shook his head. "It's my own question. Don't ask. Drink with me."

After saying that, he poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Lan Qianhao. Lan Qianhao picked up the glass and took a sip.

The two men quietly drank with each other to relieve their stress.

It was already half past ten in the evening. Zhuang Nuannuan sat on the sofa on the balcony and looked in the direction of the door. She was a little sleepy, but she did not go to bed.

She was waiting for Qiao Muze to come back.

She did not know when he would come back. Zhuang Nuannuan was in a daze, looking at the time from time to time. When it was eleven o'clock, she saw a car light shooting over from afar.

She immediately stood up. Did he come back? Listening to the familiar roar of a sports car, She believed that Qiao Muze had returned.

She got up and pushed the door open. She wanted to welcome him, but she had to stay in his house. He was a guest. It was polite to welcome him back.

When Zhuang Nuannuan walked downstairs, she saw the sports car parked on the grass beside the garage. She was slightly stunned. Why did he not park in the garage?

She looked under the car lights and saw a figure walking down. Zhuang Nuannuan could feel that the man was not Qiao Muze.

She was shocked. Where was Qiao Muze? She quickly walked towards the car from the main hall.

She saw the door of the passenger seat being pushed open and a figure stepped down. A man immediately stepped forward to support him and respectfully called out to him, "Young Master Qiao, I'll help you in."2

When Zhuang Nuannuan came over, she could smell the faint smell of alcohol in the night wind. She was shocked. Did he drink?

"What's wrong with him?" Zhuang Nuannuan walked over.

The one who sent Qiao Muze back was his bodyguard. He said to Zhuang Nuannuan. "Miss Zhuang, President Qiao is drunk."

Qiao Muze stood up straight and said to the bodyguard beside him, "Go back! I am fine."

"Okay." The bodyguard nodded and walked towards the iron door.

The surrounding street lamps were not very bright. Zhuang Nuannuan saw the man standing straight and asked concernedly, "Young Master Qiao, are you okay?"

After Zhuang Nuannuan finished speaking, she felt a black shadow cover her. Immediately after, the man's tall body hugged her petite body.

Zhuang Nuannuan choked and used all her strength to support this man. Her arms wrapped around the man and held him safely.

"Young Master Qiao, I will help you back."

"Zhuang Nuannuan..." She heard the man's drunk voice calling her.

"Yes! It's me." Zhuang Nuannuan quickly replied.

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