Chapter 427: Confrontation between two love rival brothers
The private room in the bar has very good sound insulation and is very quiet. The noise outside no longer exists here. This is a relatively secluded environment, as if isolated from the world.
Two people sat across from each other, one was quite calm and the other was slightly excited.
Mr. Cao was definitely not joking. Mr. Cao's tone was solemn, and his excitement could not be concealed by his many years of experience in the social arena.
This also verified Zhihao's doubts these days. Yali disappeared absolutely mysteriously, disappearing without wanting anyone to know. As for the reason for the disappearance, Zhihao could even guess to some extent.
Mr. Cao looked at Zhihao, waiting for Zhihao's answer. Zhihao also looked at Mr. Cao and shook his head firmly, "I don't know."
For a moment, the private room was extremely quiet. Zhihao could hear Mr. Cao's slightly heavy breathing, and the vague ravings of an alcoholic could be heard outside.
The two of them looked at each other without evading their gazes, as if they could read relevant information from each other's eyes. The key point of the information was still Yali, a graceful and sexy woman.
After a long time, Mr. Cao slowly said to Zhihao, "Yali is gone..."
The tone was somber, Zhihao was moved when he heard it.
Zhihao was silent. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all by himself without inviting Mr. Cao.
There was another long period of silence, and the eloquence of Mr. Cao at the meeting disappeared. Zhihao's reticence after being injured became even more vivid.
Mr. Cao poured some more liquor for Zhihao, then filled his own glass with white wine. He lowered his head and drank the wine without leaving the dried fruits on the plate.
Another drink.
Quietly, there should be some noise. Quietly, as if in a quiet place, a storm will suddenly arise. This is often the case, just like the preaching of thunder and thunder in a quiet place.
Mr. Cao suddenly stood up, picked up the wine bottle, raised his neck and drank two sips. The smell of alcohol rushed into Zhihao's neck, and even the tone of his voice raised an octave, "You know what? Yali Jin"
When I joined the company, I was only 21 years old..."
Mr. Cao sat down again and still murmured, "21 years old, 21 years old..."
Zhihao didn't know what to say, or whether to comfort Mr. Cao or do something else at this time. He just stayed with Mr. Cao silently, at best, acting as a loyal listener.
Mr. Cao said no more.
So the two of them continued to drink. After a while, Mr. Cao had finished the bottle of white wine, and Zhihao's bottle of red wine was down to the bottom.
Mr. Cao stood up unsteadily and wanted to call the waiter to serve wine. Zhihao stood up quickly to dissuade him, "Mr. Cao, you can't drink any more."
"Get out of here, leave me alone!" Mr. Cao shook Zhihao away, then sat down slumped, staring at Zhihao, still mumbling, "Get out of here..., get out of here..."
Zhihao understood that Mr. Cao already knew about his relationship with Yali, and Yali's running away must be related to this.
The smell of alcohol rose up, and Zhihao's eyes blurred for a moment. He was not in a state of drinking. Indeed, he was not. If it had been before, this little bit of wine would have been nothing. Zhihao would have had no reaction at all.
Zhihao felt weak.
Zhihao actually couldn't figure out whether he was weak physically or mentally. Theoretically, there was no doubt that he had offended Mr. Cao.
Zhihao looked at Mr. Cao silently, like a child who has done something wrong, waiting for others to punish him. It does feel like this. Regardless of whether Zhihao has the masculine spirit of a man, let’s first identify Zhihao as being humble and tolerant.
This understanding facilitates the continued development of the story and is consistent with Zhihao's tolerant and humble character.
Mr. Cao finally spoke and spoke out of control, "Zhihao, you are my... most valued employee. I treat you like a brother, but what you did makes my brother... disgusting!"
Zhihao was silent and suffered Mr. Cao's accusation.
"You can't bully your friend's wife! You even dare to have sex with your boss's woman... You are so daring!" Mr. Cao became more and more angry as he spoke, "Brother has always... thought you were kind and steady, but you did it behind your back.
..., such a sneaky thing...!"
Such words were insulting. Zhihao felt his blood rising and his face turned red.
Zhihao composed himself and still sat quietly, silently enduring in his heart and enduring Mr. Cao's scolding. Perhaps Mr. Cao's venting was the balance point of this incident.
Mr. Cao calmed down a little and sat down. He still spoke without stopping. He was a little wordy, but his thinking was quite clear. "You brought Yali... that night when you came back from the suburbs. I went... to look for Yali and found you."
The car... was parked downstairs, and my brother waited... all night, all night! What does it feel like, a dignified boss, watching his woman... being entertained by his employees... all night?
How do you feel in your heart?!"
Zhihao let out a long sigh silently. Even if he had not experienced it himself, he could still imagine it. He suddenly felt so guilty that it was difficult to express it in words. He raised his neck and drank the remaining red wine.
"Yali and I... were absent-minded when we were together. I kept shouting...your name in my dreams. My brother is heartbroken. His heartache is like a knife!" Mr. Cao continued, "I am not as good as you in any way.
, qualifications, wealth, I don’t lack anything, now..."
Seeing the tears on Mr. Cao's face, Zhihao sobbed, "What is missing now is... women, women..., the woman I like is gone now, gone cleanly..."
"Don't go behind your back..., relying on Mr. Long, you can do whatever you want. I, Cao, am not afraid of anything, not afraid..., I have been enduring it, enduring it..." Mr. Cao said, shook for a moment, and stood up.
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Zhihao saw that Mr. Cao's eyes were red, as if bleeding.
There was a crisp sound, and Mr. Cao did not know when or with what kind of movement, the half-empty wine bottle with the stubble in the glass was raised in front of Zhihao.
Zhihao dodged instinctively and became motionless again.
Zhihao slowly closed his eyes.
I don’t know whether it’s because the soundproofing effect in the private room is good, or because Mr. Cao gave orders when he came in. No one came over despite such a noise, and the bartender seemed to be indifferent to it.
This scene is almost identical to what Zeng Zhihao experienced.
Zhihao also maintained this attitude. If Mr. Cao wanted to take action, it would be fine to do so, but Zhihao once again showed an attitude of letting others take advantage of him.
If it is understood as momentum, is Zhihao upright and awe-inspiring, looking forward to death?
If it is interpreted as discouragement, is Zhihao gentle and kind, or is he foolish, loyal and cowardly?
Maybe it was because he felt that he owed something to Mr. Cao, and even more to Yali, so he acted like this and let Mr. Cao do whatever he wanted.
For a moment, the elegant room became quiet again, and Mr. Cao's stern words stopped. With such a pose, the bottle's stubble neither retracted nor moved forward. It was only in front of Zhihao's face. Zhihao even
You can feel the coldness of the glass.
Time was passing slowly, and Zhihao remained motionless. A strikingly similar scene appeared in Zhihao's mind, with the monkey's gun raised in front of his face... Zhihao sighed secretly. If Mr. Cao wanted to take action, let him do it.
It's better for Mr. Cao to take action. After all, he owes Mr. Cao.
There was another crisp sound, and the cold feeling in front of him disappeared. Zhihao slowly opened his eyes, and saw Mr. Cao looking at Zhihao blankly. His red eyes and the wine bottle were scattered on the ground, broken.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and Mr. Cao looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter mixed with sadness, "Brothers are like brothers and feet, and women are like coats. When clothes are torn, they can be repaired, and when limbs are broken, they can be repaired? Zhihao, we
Let’s just forget about all the things that happened between us!”
Zhihao breathed a sigh of relief. From the perspective of avoiding injury, Zhihao should be relaxed now, but Zhihao still couldn't relax.
"Mr. Cao, I'm sorry, Zhihao doesn't know what to say." This was the third sentence Zhihao said to Mr. Cao tonight.
"Stop talking, it's all over." Mr. Cao sighed, and suddenly seemed to be sober, "What's the use of talking about it now, Yali will never come back."
It was already late at night when Zhihao sent Mr. Cao back.
Mr. Cao returned to Yali's residence. Zhihao helped Mr. Cao to the bed. Mr. Cao was too weak to stand up. Zhihao had to cover Mr. Cao with a quilt, and Mr. Cao fell into a deep sleep.
There was still an aura of elegance in the room. Even after Zhihao drank, he could still feel it, lingering and surrounding Zhihao tightly.
But now, Yali has mysteriously disappeared. Maybe she will never be seen again in this life.
Zhihao sighed silently and gently closed the door...
