Chapter 902

However, he still wants to put an end to Joe munze's idea of further investigation.

"Muzer, listen to your father." Mrs. Joe was really angry to see her husband. She winked at her son.

Choumuze picked up the car key on the table and said to his mother, "Mom, I don't want to stay at home to eat when I think of something else in the company."

"Ah! You... Muzer, come back. " Mrs. Joe wants to catch up.

Qiao Huiyang immediately reached out to stop her, "sister-in-law, I will advise him."

Joe's father heaved a sigh. He didn't expect his son would be so persistent in this matter.

Qiao Huiyang immediately catches up with Qiao Muze. When Qiao Muze is going to pull the door, he stops him.

"Muzer, wait a minute." Qiao Huiyang strides over.

"What's the matter with uncle?" Qiao Muze's eyes flashed a distance.

"Muze, your father didn't let you check the matter of Zhuang Yanming. It was also his intention. Why do you have to fight against your father?" Qiao Huiyang's face was full of bitterness.

Qiao Muze's sword eyebrows slightly twisted. "What's the difficulty?"

"You know that five years ago was a year of economic crisis, and the hotel industry was also very depressed. Your father also struggled that year. You need to understand your father's hard work."

Joe's face changed a little. "What do you want to tell me?"

Qiao Huiyang also knows very well that this nephew is not intimate with himself at all, and often does not respect his elder.

He had to pat him on the shoulder and said, "I don't think you need to look into Yan Shiming's case any more. Don't end up looking into your family, and you'll regret it."

Qiao Muze's dark pupil shrank. Qiao Huiyang had something to say, and seemed to point out that Yan Shiming's case had something to do with his father. Qiao Huiyang continued to hint, "muzer, I know you are better than me and your father. Our family hotel is in your hands, and the annual profit is very considerable. However, if you can have this kind of brilliance now, you can't miss your father's efforts in that year. For example, when the company's tax is heavy in the most difficult time, we will try to avoid tax reasonably. ”After that, Qiao Huiyang knew that with Qiao Muze's wisdom, he had understood what he said.

When Qiao Huiyang turned around, Qiao muzejun's body vibrated slightly. He held the door of the sports car, his thin lips panting slightly.

Is the case of solemnity related to the tax evasion of companies during the economic crisis five years ago?

Just now Qiao Huiyang said that it must be an unreasonable way to avoid taxes reasonably. Is Zhuang Yanming's death related to this matter?

If it is true, is the father involved in it? Thinking of the stern expression of his father just now and forcibly stopping his investigation, he is clearly warning him.

Qiao Huiyang walked for more than ten steps. He looked back at his nephew behind him. His mouth raised a sneer. Jiang was still hot and old. In a few easy words, he dragged Zhuang Yanming's death to his elder brother.

Does Joe Munzer dare to look it up again?

One is his father, the other is Zhuang Nuan, a woman who is not important. How can he choose?

Choumuze opened the door and sat in it. In his mind, many things were tangled together, like an invisible line, which made everything disordered again.

However, in his heart, he believed that his father was definitely not such a person, but why did the expression of his father just now stop him from checking it so resolutely?

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

Zhuang wennuan sits in the hall and receives Yang Li's call. She has already delivered her dinner.

"Thank you, assistant Yang. I'm really bothering you." When Zhuang wennuan took over, he was very grateful.

Yang Li smiled, "you're welcome. You're president Qiao's girlfriend, the future Mrs. Qiao. This is what I should do."

Zhuang's face was slightly warm. She wanted to explain, but she forbear, "thank you again."

"Then slow down. I'll go back first." Yang Li finished and turned to go out.

Zhuang wennuan sat on the dining table and packed the food. At first glance, it was also the taste of the high-end 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 soon.

When Qiao Muze drove to the road section along the river, he got through LAN Qianhao's mobile phone.

"Hello, muzer!"

"Qian Hao, do you have time? Come out and drink with me. " Chamuzer made a straight noise.

Just at that end of the blue Qianhao is also in a depressed state, he immediately replied, "OK! See you in the old place. "

"Good." Joe moose hung up and drove to a bar they used to unzip.

Qiao Muze arrives first, and then LAN Qianhao arrives. In this bar, there is a special place reserved for them.

Under the dim light, the spotlights in the hall are reflected from time to time, hitting the man's dark and unpredictable face, just like the beauty of ice sculpture, and the whole body is full of the breath of strangers.

His white shirt button to the third button, as he leaned on the leather sofa, the clavicle exposed, quietly exuding the charm of men.

Even when he came in, he attracted several women's attention, but no one dared to talk to him in the past.

Blue Qianhao stepped in, a dark blue shirt, loose neckline, even the usual very shaped ink hair, it seems that he ignored today.

Slightly messy to stick in his forehead, so that he has a bit more wild temperament.

LAN Qianhao sat down opposite to Qiao Muze and looked at the empty bottle on the table. He could not help but look at his friend with worry.

"Muzer, what's the matter?" LAN Qianhao is concerned.

Qiao Muze sticks to a glass of liquor in his hand, pours a mouthful into his throat, and pulls out a thin lip to laugh at himself. "It's OK, I'm in a bad mood."

LAN Qianhao also saw the news of him and Zhuang Nuan today. He narrowed his eyes, "is it related to women?"

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

After that, he poured a glass of wine and pushed it to LAN Qianhao's face. LAN Qianhao shook the glass and gave it a mouthful.

Two men silently accompany each other to drink and decompress.

Unconsciously, at 10:30 p.m., Zhuang wennuan sat on the sofa on the balcony and looked at the direction of the gate. She was a little sleepy, but she didn't go to bed.

She's waiting for Joe muzer to come back.

I don't know when he will come back. Zhuang is very warm. She looks at the time from time to time. Until eleven o'clock, she sees a light coming from a distance.

She got up at once. Is he back? Listening to the familiar roar of sports cars, she believed that it was Joe muzer who came back.

She got up and pushed out the door. If she wanted to meet him, she would live in his house. She was a guest. It was also polite to welcome him back.

When Zhuang wennuan stepped downstairs, she saw the sports car parked on the grass beside the garage. She was slightly shocked. How could he not park in the garage?

She looked at the light, a figure came down, Zhuang warm with a feeling, that the man is not Joe muzer.

She was surprised. What about Joe Munzer? She walked quickly from the hall to the car.

He saw the front passenger's door being pushed open, and a slightly jangling figure stepped down. A man immediately stepped forward to hold him and respectfully called him, "master Qiao, I'll help you in."

When Zhuang wennuan came to meet her, she smelled the night wind and a light smell of wine. She was shocked. Did he drink?

"What happened to him?" Zhuang wennuan comes forward.

It was his bodyguard who sent Qiao Muze back. He said to Zhuang Nuan, "Miss Zhuang, Joe is always drunk."

Qiao Muze stood up straight and said to his bodyguard, "go back! I'm fine. "

"OK." The bodyguard nodded and turned back to the direction of the iron gate.

The street light around is not very bright. Zhuang wennuan sees a man standing upright. She asks with concern, "young master Qiao, are you ok?"

Zhuang warm words fall, feel a shadow shrouded, then, the man's tall body, her petite body embrace a full.

Zhuang warms and chokes. Only by exerting all her strength can she hold the man. She holds the man safely with her arms.

"Master Joe, I'll help you back."

"Zhuang warm..." I heard the drunk voice of the man calling her,. "Um! It's me. " Zhuang wennuan quickly replied.