Her Unscrupulous CEO

However, he still wants to dispel Joe muzer's idea of continuing to investigate.

"Muze, listen to your father." Mrs. Joe was really angry when she saw her husband. She winked at her son.

Joe muzer picked up the car key on the table, got up and said to his mother, "Mom, I think of something else in the company, so I won't stay at home for dinner."

"Hey! You... Muzer, come back." Mrs. Joe wanted to catch up.

Qiao Huiyang immediately stretched out his hand to stop her, "sister-in-law, I'll persuade him."

Joe's father sighed fiercely. He really didn't expect his son to be so persistent about it.

Qiao Huiyang immediately caught up with Qiao muzer. When Qiao muzer was ready to pull the door, he stopped him.

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

"Uncle, what's the matter?" Joe muzer's eyes flashed a touch of alienation.

"Muze, your father didn't let you check Zhuang Yanming's affairs in those years. He also had his difficulties. Why do you have to fight against your father?" Qiao Huiyang's hard-working expression on his face.

Qiao Muze frowned slightly, "what's the trouble?"

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

Joe muzer's face changed slightly. "What do you want to tell me?"

Qiao Huiyang also knows very well that this nephew is not kind to himself at all, and often doesn't respect his elder.

He had to pat him on the shoulder and said, "I don't think you need to investigate Yan Shiming's case again. Don't end up regretting when you find your family."

Qiao Muze's black pupil shrinks, and Qiao Huiyang's words have something to say, and it seems that Yan Shiming's case was related to his father. Qiao Huiyang continued to hint, "Muze, 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, your father was indispensable to have this glory now

For example, in the most difficult times, when the company's taxes are heavy, we will still find ways to reasonably avoid taxes. "

With that, Qiao Huiyang knew that with Qiao Muze's wisdom, he had already understood what he said here.

Qiao Muze Jun's body trembled slightly when Qiao Huiyang turned around. He held the door of the sports car and gasped slightly with his thin lips.

Does the solemn case involve tax evasion by companies during the economic crisis five years ago?

Qiao Huiyang just said that tax avoidance was reasonable. That must be an unreasonable way. Is Zhuang Yanming's death related to this matter?

If so, is the father involved? Thinking of his stern expression just now and forcibly preventing him from investigating, it is obvious that he is warning him.

Qiao Huiyang took more than ten steps. He looked back at his nephew behind him. A sneer arose from the corners of his mouth. Jiang was still hot and old. With a few easy words, he brought Zhuang Yanming's death to his eldest brother.

Does Joe muzer dare to check again?

One is his father, the other is Zhuang wennuan, who is in love with him. How will he choose a woman who is not important?

Joe muzer opened the door and sat in. In his mind, many things were intertwined, like an invisible line, which disturbed everything again.

However, in his heart, he believed that his father was definitely not such a person, but why was his father so determined to stop him from investigating?

In Joe muzer's mind, Zhuang wennuan'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 a call from Yang Li. She has brought her dinner.

"Thank you, assistant Yang. It's really troublesome." when Zhuang wennuan took over, he was very grateful.

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

Zhuang wennuan's face was a little hot. She wanted to explain, but she endured, "thank you."

"Then eat slowly. I'll go back first." Yang Li said and turned away.

Zhuang wennuan sat on the table and packed the food. At first glance, it was also the taste of a high-end restaurant. However, she found that it was still not as delicious as Joe muzer's cooking. She couldn't help looking forward to learning from him soon.

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

"Hello, muzer!"

"Qianhao, do you have time? Come out to drink with me." Joe muzer made a straight voice.

It happened that LAN Qianhao at the other end was also in a depressed state. He immediately replied, "OK! See you in the old place."

"OK." Joe muzer hung up the phone and drove to a bar they often went to decompress.

Joe muzer arrived first, and then LAN Qianhao also arrived. There is a reserved place for them in this bar.

Under the dim light, the spotlights in the hall reflected from time to time and hit the man's dark and unpredictable face, just like ice sculpture, with the smell of strangers.

His white shirt button was untied to the third button. As he leaned on the leather sofa, the exposed clavicle silently exuded the charm of men.

Even when he walked in, he attracted the attention of several women, but no one dared to talk to him.

LAN Qianhao stepped in, wearing a dark blue shirt, a loose neckline, and even his usually very stylish ink hair, which seemed to be ignored by him today.

The slightly messy service attached to his forehead made him a little more wild.

LAN Qianhao sat down opposite Joe muzer and looked at the empty bottle on the table. He couldn't help looking at his friend with worry.

"Mu Ze, what's wrong?" Lan Qianhao asked.

Joe muzer stuck to a glass of liquor in his hand, took a sip into his throat, pulled out a touch of self mockery from his thin lips, "it's all right, I'm in a bad mood."

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

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

With that, he poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of LAN Qianhao. LAN Qianhao grabbed the glass and took a sip impolitely.

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 jomuzer to come back.

I didn't know when he would come back. Zhuang wennuan was stunned and looked at the time from time to time. Until eleven o'clock, she saw a lamp shooting from a distance.

She stood up immediately. Did he come back? Listening to the roar of the familiar sports car, she believed that Joe muzer had returned.

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

As Zhuang wennuan stepped downstairs, she saw the sports car parked on the grass next to the garage. She was slightly stunned. Why didn't he Park in the garage?

She looked at a figure coming down under the lamp. Zhuang wennuan decided that the man was not Qiao Muze with her feeling.

She was surprised. Where's Joe muzer? She walked quickly from the direction of the hall to the car.

He saw the door of the co driver's seat pushed open, and a figure with some clatter came down. A man immediately came forward to hold him and respectfully called him, "master Qiao, I'll help you in."

When Zhuang wennuan greeted her, she smelled a faint smell of wine floating in the night wind. She was surprised. Did he drink?

"What's the matter with him?" Zhuang wennuan came forward.

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

Joe muzer stood up straight and said to the bodyguard around him, "go back! I'm fine."

"OK." the bodyguard nodded, turned back and left in the direction of the iron gate.

The light of the street lamps around was not very bright. Zhuang wennuan saw the man standing straight. She asked with concern, "young master Qiao, are you okay!"

Zhuang wennuan's words fell, and she felt a dark shadow shrouded. Then, the man's tall body hugged her petite body.

Zhuang wennuan choked and tried her best to hold the man. Her hands held the man safely.

"Young master Qiao, I'll help you back."

"Zhuang wennuan..." she heard the drunken voice of a man calling her,. "Well, it's me." Zhuang wennuan said quickly.