Chapter 24: Your fist is too light, brothers should be like this

"Teach you to be a friend?"
Qiao Yang heard this kind of question for the first time.
He thought it was funny.
But seeing Gu Ye showing weakness and serious and sincere tone, I couldn't laugh.
Qiao Zhen said: Gu Ye has no friends.
I think of Gu Ye's character in the novel, Gu's only son, lost his father when he was young.
While high hopes and expectations are placed on the identity of the sole heir, he has to face the eyes of his family's relatives and the Gu family's senior management.
Qiao Yang can even make up for a teenager who should be carefree, but he has to be cold and enthusiastic, firmly prop up his meager strength, step by step to become stronger, and finally control the overall situation.
What grew around him were dark calculations and conflicts of interest.
He really can't do whatever he wants like ordinary people, let alone laugh and joke with buddies and friends, and talk about drinks.
While Qiao Yang sympathized with him, he was also secretly moved.
Think about it, Gu Ye was willing to show him Qifengtai's budget that night, probably because he regarded him as a friend.
Today, after Gu Ye knew that he had given up bidding, he also gave up bidding to protect the reputation of his friends.
Probably the more such a person, the more cherished after getting friends.
Qiao Yang still laughed.
He raised his fist carelessly and punched Gu Ye's sturdy chest like a joke, with a hearty voice:
"My buddy, don't think about it being so complicated. We're still the same as before, what should we do."
"Also, you, my friend, I have made a deal with Qiao Yang! If you have anything in the future, even if it comes to me, as long as I can help, I must help Gu always do it.
A loose fist fell, and a muffled sound echoed in the man's broad chest.
The painless and itchy touch fainted in the layers where the piece of skin fell, and finally spread to the whole body, making the whole person numb.
As if being enveloped by the invisible sweet air, comfortable and happy.
----I still want, want more.
"it is good."
Gu Ye looked down at Qiao Yang and answered in a low voice.
The deep peach blossom eyes flashed with joy from the heart.
He did the same as Qiao Yang, clenching his fist loosely, slowly raising it, and gently dropping it on the man's slightly thin shoulders.
The bones of the clenched fist are like mounds, with distinct bumps and thick veins. You can imagine the tenacity of a man.
But the force that fell on Qiao Yang's body was soft like a feather.
Qiao Yang laughed at him: "Your fist is too light, you guys should be like this."
He punched Gu Ye again, with more force than before.
In the quiet corridor, there was a muffled sound of a fist hitting the flesh.
Gu Ye watched him smile motionlessly, as if this was a very comfortable thing that made him feel happy physically and mentally.
Qiao Yang quietly rubbed the back of his hand: Tsk, his hand hurts.
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After a pleasant and joyous episode, the two went home separately.
The thought of not having to go to work in the future made Qiao Yang feel more relaxed.
He canceled the alarm clock and slept until ten thirty in the morning. I woke up comfortably and started to plan my future free life.
First you have to buy a piano.
Mo Yu once introduced him to a musical instrument store, saying that there was a famous piano in the collection, and he had been interviewed by news reporters.
He always wanted to see it, but he didn't have time.
When he was about to contact Mo Yu, Liu Wen called.
His voice was very anxious: "Shao Qiao, your friend Mo Yu, yesterday because of his defense of your speech on his homepage, was attacked by cyber violence all day long."
"His personal information, address, and school information were all exposed on the Internet and were forwarded by many people..."
Mo Yu was violently attacked by the Internet and human flesh?
Qiao Yang's heart sank: "What's going on? Speak clearly."
It turned out that after Gu Ye gave up on Qifeng Station yesterday, rumors about Qiao Yang's inverted posting on the Internet were a little suppressed and gradually disappeared.
However, Qiao Jin did not intend to end there.
After all, just over an hour after Qiao Yang abandoned the bid, the topic has been top searched and reposted millions of times.
Obviously someone was behind it.
He would not let anyone who tried to discredit Qiao Yang and the Qiao Group's reputation.
Qiao Jin contacted the persons in charge and operators of major public opinion platforms and directly put pressure on them to extract all the marketing accounts and naval groups that were hired.
However, during the investigation, an unexpected thing was discovered.
A young anchor named Mo Yu, after #乔氏三少爷 was crazy about love, hundreds of millions of land resources handed over #, after the search came out,
Immediately clarify for Qiao Yang on his live broadcast platform.
[The Qiao Yang I know is definitely not such a person. Qiao Yang and Gu Ye are just friends. There must be other reasons for Qiao Yang's abandonment. Please don't believe in baseless rumors. 】
There are nearly 10,000 fans in Mo Yu's live broadcast room, and his fans also actively help him forward Qiao Yang's clarification post.
For a while, it has become the main force in maintaining Qiao Yang's reputation.
Only later, a singer named Jianxing made a comment on his homepage.
[The clown jumps the beam? It's the same as he really knows the rich young master and President Gu. Are you trying to trick fans into thinking that you have a wide network of connections and gilding yourself? Still want to kneel and lick the giants? It's a pity that the third master doesn't even know who you are. 】
Simply @ Mo Yu without any cover.
Jianxing is a singer who has just become popular in the past two years. He has nearly a million fans.
His post was reposted instantly and aroused all kinds of suspicions.
Some fans even rushed to Mo Yu's homepage and began to abuse them.
At first, Mo Yu argued a few words, and what was ushered in was a flood of even more ugly abuse that flooded his homepage.
[Singing so badly and acting as an anchor, it stained our ears]
[There are still 10,000 fans, are they all deaf? 】
[I want to use the wealthy young master to drive traffic to myself, I have never seen such a thick-skinned person. 】
[He wants to kneel and lick the giants, and he has to see if he is worthy, mouth area. 】
...
Across the Internet, anyone can not be responsible for their own words, and netizens who don't know the truth are a little bit motivated and think that Mo Yu is shameless and wants to build a relationship with the rich.
The verbal abuse became more intense and uglier.
Qiao Jinjian was irritated.
After all, Mo Yu was subjected to cyber violence to protect his third child. Joe couldn't ignore it.
What's more, it is just a matter of effort for him.
Later, he learned from Liu Wen that this little anchor was really a friend of the third child.
Qiao would like to throw all the information he found to Liu Wen: "Let the third child solve it by himself."
Liu Wen and Qiao Yang reported the results of Qiao Jincha:
"Mo Yu should have offended the singer named Jianxing. The second young master found out that the human flesh information was also sent to the Internet by Jianxing."
"He deliberately induced his fans to attack Mo Yu..."
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yang's face was completely cold.
He has also been in contact with the entertainment industry.
He understands how much an idol's words have an impact on fans, and can even ignite fans' crazy behavior.
What's more, Jianxing also deliberately led fans to attack Mo Yu.
Qiao Yang worried about Mo Yu's safety, so he quickly dialed Mo Yu's phone.
- Shutting down.
He grabbed the car key and walked outside while calling Liu Wen: "Give me the address of Mo Yu's house, hurry up, I'll go to his house to see him."
Liu Wen was dumbfounded: "Huh? I, I don't know the address of Mo Yu's house?"
Qiao Yang: "Isn't it said that he was human flesh and his address is posted on the Internet!"
Liu Wen patted himself on the head, secretly scolding himself stupid: "Yes, I will check it right away!"
Qiao Jin looked at Liu Wen's stupidity, speechless: "How did the youngest take you before? What does he let you do now?"
Liu Wen and Qiao Jin had been scolded several times in the morning.
He misses Qiao Yang so much now!
He bowed his head and said, "The Third Young Master asked me to check Moyu's address. It seems that I want to go and see him in person."
"Go in person?"
Qiao frowned. From the comments on the Internet, you can see how crazy fans are.
In the unlikely event that fans touch Mo Yu's house and make trouble, the third child can't handle it alone.
In addition to being busy with the work of the two departments of the company, he also checks the messengers of the mercenary navy, and he can't go anywhere.
Qiao Jin had no choice but to tell Liu Wen: "You follow along, and bring a few company security employees. Don't let the third one get into trouble."
Mo Yu lives in an old apartment building in the suburbs. The rent is cheap but lacks management.
When Qiao Yang drove downstairs, he saw Liu Wen standing in front of a car and five men in black suits, but slightly fierce-looking men.
As soon as he stopped, Liu Wen rushed over and opened the door for him: "Second Young Master is afraid that something will happen to you, and asked me to bring a few people over."
Five sturdy men in black suits, bowed their heads together, bowed slightly, and shouted in unison: "Good Shao Qiao!"
Qiao Yang:...
A sense of sight of the Yamaguchi group boss going out and being embraced by the younger brothers, is oncoming.
The Qiao Group has a security department, similar to bodyguards. Mainly responsible for the travel safety of Qiao's family.
It's just that Qiao Yang is not used to these and never takes it with him.
He only looked for Mo Yu and didn't care about these people too much.
The old building has no elevator, and the stairs are narrow and dark.
Qiao Yang asked the bodyguards to wait downstairs, and only brought Liu Wen upstairs.
Mo Yu's house is on the third floor, but as soon as he walked into the corridor, he smelled a pungent smell.
After Qiao Yang and Liu Wen crawled to the third floor with their noses in their hands, they knew where the smell originated.
A pile of was piled up at the door of Mo Yu's house, like a whole trash can was dumped directly here.
The domestic garbage contained in garbage bags of various colors was leaked out, and most of them were food residues left overnight, flowing everywhere.
And the door of Mo Yu's house was splashed with bright red paint, eye-catching and scary!
There are also a few characters, which are written obliquely: Licking the dog to death.
Liu Wen took a deep breath, and said angrily: "This is too much, is it bullying the honest people!"
With a cold face, Qiao Yang knocked on the door of Mo Yu's house: "Mo Yu! I'm Qiao Yang, are you at home!"
Soon, the rusty and worn iron door was opened: Mo Yu's haggard face and red eyes were exposed.
When he saw Qiao Yang, his eye circles were even redder.
Then he shouted: "Joe..."
He bit his lip immediately, and tried not to cry.
But the eye circles were still moist, and glittering tears swirled in the eyes, and then dripped.
Qiao Yang was worried and a little angry: "Why didn't you tell me this yesterday!"
If it was stopped in time yesterday and fan public opinion was not allowed to continue to ferment, it would not evolve into what it is now.
Mo Yu didn't say.
Because yesterday, Qiao Yang's various rumors also put him on the cusp of public opinion, and it is hard to hear scolding him online.
Mo Yu thought that Qiao Yang must be overwhelmed, so naturally he dared not trouble him.
Moreover, he really didn't expect to become like this.
He has always liked to spend time on the Internet and check all kinds of information.
But yesterday, the Internet was like a terrible hell, allowing him to experience the most terrifying catastrophe.
All kinds of vicious abuse almost swallowed him into a bottomless abyss.
He was shaking all over, no longer knowing whether it was because of fear or anger or disappointment.
What's more frightening is that the night began to threaten the phone calls one after another, and the abusive text messages popped out one by one.
Then some people started smashing the windows with stones, slamming the doors, and yelling downstairs.
He was helpless and frightened, and he was crying silently under the covers.
He didn't know why these people hated him so much, he obviously didn't do anything.
Qiao Yang was angry and distressed.
He patted Mo Yu on the shoulder: "I will solve this for you, don't be sad."
"Just for safety, your house is temporarily unavailable. You pack your things, and you will go home with me for a few days."
Mo Yu hesitated: "Yes, won't it cause you trouble?"
Qiao Yang was holding his breath long ago.
He read the net violent message, unpleasant and vicious, unbearable, and punish each word.
Now I saw a mess at the door of Mo Yu's house.
Just because he spoke to defend him, Mo Yu was ruined like this.
He was afraid.
If it hadn't been for Qiao to spend more time investigating, he would never know about it.
And Mo Yu would silently bear all these sudden disasters alone.
He couldn't help but came out fiercely: "What is the trouble! It was just that you didn't say it yesterday that made it like this."
When Qiao Yang wasn't smiling, his eyes were sharp and cold.
Coupled with the current stern words, even Liu Wen couldn't help but step back.
Mo Yu was originally afraid of him, so he didn't dare to refuse.
He sniffed and teared his eyes, and said, "Yes, yes, I'll go and clean up immediately."
Qiao Yang turned his head and said to Liu Wen, "Contact the police and ask them to strengthen the patrol nearby. If there is any trouble, they will be arrested directly."
The police would turn one eye and close one eye about Mo Yu.
But what the third young master of the Qiao family said was absolutely important.
Sure enough, after Mo Yu packed up his simple clothes and musical instruments and went downstairs, he saw several policemen rushing over.
There were also several girls standing nearby.
The girls were surrounded by five bodyguards in black suits.
They looked flustered and were so scared they were about to cry.
Want to ask the police for help.
The police looked helpless.
Because these girls have spray paint in their hands and bags of garbage in their hands, revealing their purpose.
Yesterday someone called the police about this. Later, I received calls from girls swearing and dumping garbage.
They dealt with it and took a look. After all, there was no major incident, and they were a few underage girls, so they didn't care much.
Unexpectedly, I just received a phone call from the mayor in person, saying that this incident had shocked the third young masters of the Qiao Group and made them take it seriously.
How can such a remote and dilapidated little place welcome such a great young master like a god!
Seeing the girls surrounded by private bodyguards, they could only persuade them verbally.
Qiao Yang walked toward the girls with a cold face.
The thin, tall man is dressed in casual clothes, with a loose and comfortable light gray shirt and slender and straight black trousers.
The handsome face of the man also carried an aura of nobleness that ordinary people did not have.
It's just a cold expression, sharp tails of eyes, tightly pressed thin lips, sharp jaws, and exudes the coldness of Junjun.
The girls looked at Qiao Yang in a daze: It was terrible, but so handsome!
Qiao Yang walked over and asked them: "Why do you want to do this?"
In the eyes of underage star chasers, handsome guys are not bad guys.
One of the girls pouted and defended: "Because Brother Xing hates him..."
Before she finished speaking, she was hit by another girl next to her and motioned to her to shut up and explained:
"Because he lied that he knew the third young master of the Qiao family and wanted to use this method to become popular, which made people look down on."
Qiao Yang looked at them coldly: "I am the third young master of the Qiao family. Not only do I know Mo Yu, we are still friends."
Several girls:? ! ! !
They looked at Qiao Yang carefully, and said excitedly: "Ah, I remember! Yes, yes, you are the Third Young Master!"
Qiao Yang was also on the hot search of the day yesterday. Photos of the handsome and handsome young master are spread everywhere.
These girls are so happy, they don't care about what Qifengtai, what bidding, they only see the fairy face of the wealthy young master towering into the clouds.
Even secretly knocked Qiao Yang and Gu Ye's CP.
And now the real person is in front of him.
The girl looked at Qiao Yang with joy, and kept defending: "You really know each other, but we don't know."
These ignorant children do not know how much harm their behavior will cause.
Qiao Yang didn't plan to let them go, someone would always come to teach these children some truth.
He asked with a cold face, "Do you know what the consequences are if you do this without knowing it?"
One of the girls said coquettishly: "Brother, we were wrong, I..."
Qiao Yang interrupted her: "The person you want to apologize to is not me."
The girls turned to Mo Yu immediately: "Brother Mo Yu, we were wrong, forgive us."
Mo Yu frowned and said nothing.
He had a hellish experience day and night, with anger and fear in his heart, and it was impossible for him to just apologize without regret because of a coquettish tone.
Qiao Yang turned to the police and asked, "What punishment should they be punished for this behavior?"
The police were afraid that the young master would take the bodyguards and do something extreme.
In this case, business affairs are the best!
The police said: "According to the regulations of the Public Security Administration Law, the amount of fines and the number of days of detention are determined based on the losses and injuries they caused to Comrade Mo Yu."
"If you are a minor, we will notify the school and the parents. The guardian is responsible for their violations."
The girls were terrified.
In this way, everyone in the school will know that they have been arrested, and their parents will also kill them.
They really cried.
Another coquettish request: "Brother, don't you treat us well? We all apologize, can you forgive us?"
Qiao Yang's expression was still cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Add one more, clean up all the here, wash off the paint and lettering on the door, and apologize to all the residents in this building."
Unfeeling and cold, unlike the sunny and handsome young master that the girls saw on the news yesterday.
Qiao Yang also left Liu Wen and five bodyguards as supervisors and told them: "They are not allowed to leave unless they finish these things."
Then, he drove away with Mo Yu.
Looking at the back of Young Master Leng Jun leaving, the girls were completely desperate.
On the way home, Qiao Yang asked Mo Yu: "Did you offend Jane?"
Mo Yu lowered his head, and the memory in his heart that he didn't want to touch anymore surged up again.
He slowly told Qiao Yang: "Two years ago, I participated in a singer contest. At that time, more than 10,000 non-professional singers participated, but in the end only one singer would be signed by the record company."
"I reached the last level, and the score was the highest. The person in charge was very happy to tell me, wait, tomorrow is your signing ceremony."
"The next day, I waited for a day and didn't wait for the result. Until the evening, the person in charge told me that Jane was signed."
Mo Yu bowed his head, enduring something general: "During the qualifiers, Jian Xing played a group with me, because I scored higher than him, so I was promoted. And he was already brushed off."
"The person in charge told me that there was someone behind Jianxing..."
No one knows how much effort he has made to stand out from the 10,000 contestants.
No one knows what a rare opportunity this is for an ordinary person who can't even afford to speak.
That was the closest moment to his dream.
But one sentence: someone behind it.
Just hit him into the dust again.
"Don't think about it, it's all over."
Qiao Yang stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll help you out of this matter."
Qiao Yang knows the helplessness and helplessness of being taken away by others after hard work.
The songs he wrote have also been marked with other people's names.
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It was already afternoon when the two arrived at the Century Mansion.
Qiao Yang helped Mo Yu walk in the parking lot carrying the box and saw Gu Ye who had just returned.
Qiao Yang greeted him and asked, "Mr. Gu, come back so early today?"
Gu Ye gave a hum.
Holding a bottle of wine in his hand, he handed it to Qiao Yang and said, "I got a good bottle of wine and want to taste it with you. Do you like it?"
"liqueur?!"
Qiao Yang took it happily, and studied it while walking forward.
Gu Ye's gaze fell on Mo Yu, and asked with a faint smile: "Mo Yu is here too?"
Qiao Yang hummed, "Mo Yu will live in my house for a while."
The gentle smile froze on his face.
Gu Ye looked at Mo Yu.
Peach Blossom eyes narrowed slightly, deep and cold, with a terrifying light.
Mo Yu glanced at him, and instantly a chill rose from the soles of his feet, and he was so terrified that he stood on his head.
Even being smashed at the door and window last night was not so scary.
At a loss, he shouted with doubts: "Gu, Mr. Gu?"
Qiao Yang studied the wine in his hand as he walked, not paying attention to what happened behind him.
Gu Ye's tall and awe-inspiring figure blocked Mo Yu's path. He stared at Mo Yu with almost murderous eyes and whispered a warning:
"Qiao Yang treats you as a friend. If you know what you think of him, do you think you will still be his friend?"
The voice was slow and gloomy, so low that only two people could hear it.
A simple question, but because the interrogator's aura was too strong, the shocked Mo Yu couldn't help retreating.
The voice was almost trembling: "I, I don't, I really don't have..."
During this time, he also saw that Qiao Yang didn't have that idea for him, and he didn't dare to hope anymore.
It is already a lucky thing to have such a strong and loyal friend.
Qiao Yang walked a few steps and found that the two of them had not followed, and turned to ask: "What are you two doing?"
Gu Ye turned his head and smiled, "It's okay, so I asked how Mo Yu is doing?"
The horrific momentum that could almost kill people just now disappeared without a trace.
Instead, the stars flowed in the peach blossoms, with a smile that seemed drunk but not drunk, and the voice was gentle enough to drown people.
Mo Yu:...