First-Class Lawyer

Chapter 112: Law firm reception

Only one floor lamp was turned on in Joe's room, and the dim light made the whole floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony reflect the color of water.

It is enough for two people to see the wine bottle and glass clearly without affecting the interest of chatting.

Young Master Qiao took some ice cubes and threw them into the glass. There were a few soft clangs, which were very clear, contrasting with the very quiet night.

He poured the wine, put one of the glasses in front of Gu Yan, took a sip from the other, swirled the cold wine on the side of his tongue twice before slowly swallowing it.

Gu Yan didn't urge him either, and took a drink with the cup on his lips, his gaze fell on the blurred night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

This is the advantage of Gu Yan being a friend. He has enough patience to wait for you to sort out your emotions and open your mouth. If you really don't know where to start, he will help you start lightly at the right time.

"Because of Manson?" Gu Yan didn't even look at Qiao's face, just mentioned it.

Joe raised his eyebrows: "You can see this?"

After he was surprised, he nodded again, and said clearly: "That's right, you can't see it every time. There is indeed a reason for this. It may be because I went to the hospital yesterday and saw Manson's appearance. Later I I contacted the police again, met Zhao Zemu once, and remembered many things from my childhood."

"I told you, when we were young, our relationship was actually very good, much better than it is now. Maybe there are a lot of interest chains in the relationship between parents, but we played very purely, and we just got along with our temper. Get out if you don’t have the right temper. Zhao Zemu is older than us. In the past, Manson and I used to run amok and get into trouble. He helped save our lives at critical moments. That idiot Manson did the most stupid things. He helped Manson clean up the mess. The number of times is probably more than twice that of mine..."

"Don't you think people are interesting? Fateless friendship, slowly alienating is really estranged. Now one is lying in the hospital and the other is sitting in the detention center. I don't think there will be any chance to communicate with each other in the future. The most ironic thing is that my relationship with Manson has gradually improved because of such an incident."

"...I don't want to believe that Zhao Zemu would do such a thing for the reasons he said. Manson probably doesn't want to believe it either."

Joe took another sip of wine, frowned and asked half-truthfully, "Why? You see, I don't have these problems with you, and neither do the friends I met later."

Gu Yan said: "I got to know you too early."

Joe froze for a moment, "Huh?"

"It's too early to know, the concept and consciousness have not yet formed, and the stage of the biggest change has not yet been experienced. You are changing, and the other party is also changing, and it is easy to run counter to it."

Joe nodded, "That's right, we've already known each other in college, and we're almost finalized. If we get along well, we'll get along well, and no matter how we change, it's just fine-tuning at best."

Gu Yan let out a "hmm".

Joe looked at the garden downstairs, the shadows of the trees were mottled by the lights.

I don't know what he was thinking, but after a while, he muttered again, "Our group of people may still be influenced by the family. If Zhao Zemu wasn't behind the Zhao family who wanted to depend on others, if Manson and the old family didn't relationship, I lived far away with my grandmother when I was young..."

Gu Yan thought for a while and said, "Then you may not know each other at all."

Joe: "..."

The young master was completely blocked, pretending to be dissatisfied, he drank half a glass of wine, and then laughed again.

Gu Yan glanced at him: "Drink too much?"

Young Master Qiao waved his hand, "No, it's quite interesting to be demolished so suddenly by you."

"Hey, you know, when I was very young, there were often afternoon tea parties between several families, and my parents would invite many people with business contacts. Most people who came to the party would bring their children, Adults belong to the circle of adults, and little ghosts have circles of little ghosts, which is equivalent to making contacts in advance. Few people will miss this kind of opportunity. But I remember that there are a few families that never bring children. Not only do they not bring them, but they hide them well. .” Master Qiao slumped back in his chair, recalling many things in a relaxed way.

"Can it be hidden?" Gu Yan asked casually.

Joe nodded: "If you have the heart, you can protect it very strictly. Of course, it is quite difficult to hide if it really develops into my family and the Manson family. Anyone who has not reached this size has a way to hide. I remember seeing it when I was a child." I used to be a very low-key and kind couple. I can’t remember the specific looks, but I remember that the couple are both the same as in the painting. They seem to be surnamed Lin, right? When we were young, we always said that the couple’s children are so beautiful, but I’ve never seen it before. Not only have I never seen it, but no one even knows what my surname is. At first I thought it was a pity, but later... I’m very glad.”

Gu Yan felt something was wrong, and looked at Qiao, "Fortunately?"

Joe didn't answer right away.

He drank the wine in the glass, took another half glass of ice cubes, and got some for himself.The golden-brown wine permeated down the ice cubes, quickly rounding the corners of the ice cubes, and a thin layer of water vapor covered the glass walls.

Joe wiped the layer of water vapor with his thumb, and said: "For some reason, I dreamed that I was a child a few days ago. At that time, I had a good relationship with the old fox..."

He started this topic suddenly, and actually took the initiative to talk about his father.

This made Gu Yan a little surprised, and at the same time vaguely realized... Qiao's so-called worry should refer to this.

"I remember that every time I went back to the racecourse, I couldn't climb the stirrups and wanted to ride. He would carry me on his shoulders and walk around looking at the horses. He was actually not young at that time. My sister had graduated from university and started to learn horses. Get in touch with company affairs."

He thought about it for a while, and then said: "Really...it's pretty good."

"In fact, he has always been very good to his family," Joe said, "but then I found out...he is not necessarily an outsider. I have heard him answering the communication a few times, discussing something with old Manson or someone. Something. I can’t remember the specifics clearly, it’s something like destroying so-and-so’s resource line or forcing someone…”

He was very unwilling to recall these things, and his tone became agitated unconsciously when he said it.

"In short, I was not very old at the time, and the tone made me very uncomfortable. After that, I suddenly became suspicious. Once I heard that something happened to someone, I began to think about the old fox unconsciously. nothing."

Joe took a sip of his drink to suppress the emotion.

After a long pause, he shrugged his shoulders and said to Gu Yan: "You know what happened next, it may be affected by my mood, I have been sick for a long time, and I have been having a fever intermittently. It was given at the beginning."

Gu Yan knew about Qiao's intermittent illness, and his so-called repetition was during that period.

But he didn't know the reason for his illness was this.

It may be because of a complete falling out with his father, after that, Joe completely took the opposite path——

His father paid attention to making friends based on interests, while he purely based on his mood.Except for those who played together when they were young, the rest are friends if they have a bad temper, and if they don't have a bad temper, they will get out.

His father was scheming, so he was heartless and did everything he wanted.

His father was good at taking advantage of his own hands, so he sent it out, showing his heart and soul to all his friends.

"Actually, the old fox has been quiet for many years." Joe said, "I asked my sister to drag him to prevent him from getting too close to the Manson family. These years have actually been quite fruitful. So I have never wanted to mention this, saying It’s not interesting except to add trouble to people. But recently, the old Manson’s family has almost been completely taken over by those two brothers, and they dance very fiercely. I heard my sister complain that the Manson’s family has recently started to involve the old fox again.”

Master Qiao had a sad look on his face, "The ghost knows what crazy things they can do. I haven't slept well in the past few days."

Gu Yan: "No wonder."

"What's no wonder?"

"I heard from Milo Manson that your father is coming tomorrow, and you usually avoid such occasions as much as you can." Gu Yan said, "This time it's so abnormal, I was going to ask you what happened."

Joe was in a bad mood at first, and he had suppressed these things for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that the Manson brothers got involved with his father again recently, he might not have found the urge and opportunity to tell others.

It would have been easier to say it, but when he heard Gu Yan's worry, his mood turned from cloudy to sunny.

The environment he lived in should have been full of suspicion, strife, hypocrisy and obscenity.But because of a friend like Gu Yan, everything is very different.Because their first reaction when they hear something will never be suspicion, but "Are you okay?" "Are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter, just take one step at a time. My sister is staring at the company side, and I am staring at this side. I have hated it for so many years, and I don't want that old fox to become more annoying to me." Joe said.

He drank the last bit of wine in one gulp, filled the glass with a bang, and said to Gu Yan, "I don't seem to have ever toasted you seriously."

Gu Yan: "What?"

"What, make it up!" Joe smiled and tapped his cup, "To my best friend."

Gu Yan raised his eyebrows in response, and simply finished the wine in the glass.

Young Master Qiao got excited and wanted to shove him into his glass again while holding the wine bottle.

Gu Yan pressed the rim of his cup, "No need. You can keep the rest for yourself, my intern has a very pointed nose."

Joe was very puzzled: "So what if it smells? I'm afraid he will drink it if he gets hungry."

He said, "hissing" again, "I've actually wondered for a long time, why do you control him to eat and drink, you don't let him touch this, and you don't let him move that. Isn't it weird?"

Gu Yan stood up, put down the wine glass, rubbed his neck, and said, "Don't you control Ke Jin like that?"

"That's different!" said Joe.

Gu Yan: "Why is it different?"

Young Master Qiao glanced towards Ke Jin's door, "I like him."

Gu Yan nodded, watched the night scene outside for a while through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said calmly, "That's the same."

Qiao stood there and digested it for a minute, but he didn't understand it, and asked in a daze, "No, wait, what's the same?"

Gu Yan glanced at him lightly, "I like him so I'm in charge of him in certain matters, is there a problem?"

Because his tone was so taken for granted that Joe subconsciously nodded and said, "No problem."

Gu Yan didn't stay any longer, he said hello and left the room.He had just passed half of the living room when the door of Master Qiao's room was slammed open again behind him.

An exclamation pierced my ears: "Who do you say you like?"

Maybe because I was too excited, the ending sound was split.