I spoil the domineering president

Xu Zhuo immediately turned his head to look at Du Ziyou, and saw his eyes widen, apparently he did not expect the situation to progress like this.

"Ziyou?" Xu Zhuo called him, reaching out to hold his hand, "This kind of thing has nothing to do with you. Let's find out the situation first, don't worry."

Du Ziyou shook him back, nodded, and said, "I'll have a few words with them."

Xu Zhuo opened the door, and the man with glasses saw his boss appearing, and explained in detail what he knew: "First, the reporter called, and Yue Laiyong notified the media before he jumped. The report on this incident came out a few minutes ago. The police also called just now, asking for assistance in the investigation."

"Where's Director Wen?" Du Ziyou asked. Director Wen is the person in charge of Bingyou's public relations department. He has worked with him for four years, and his ability is very good in all aspects. "He is here today."

"Director Wen was the first to get the news, and he has already contacted the media," the man with glasses replied, "But he said, Mr. Du, you'd better..."

Du Ziyou was impatient and asked, "What's the best?"

"It's better to reveal more information to him, otherwise Bingyou and you will be in a passive situation."

Du Ziyou was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth and said, "You ask Director Wen to send me all the news. I may not be in the company during this period of time. If there is anything to do, contact me by phone."

"Mr. Du, this, this is not very good, right?" said the man with glasses. At the moment when the company is in crisis, it is impossible to justify the fact that the leader is not on the battlefield to preside over the overall situation.

But Du Ziyou was a man of his word, he frowned and said, "I have my own plans, well, I don't have time to chatter with you."

He turned his head to look at Xu Zhuo, Xu Zhuo understood, and walked in front of him in two big strides, with the security guards following behind.

As soon as they left the lounge and entered the venue, the media that had been whispering to each other fell silent for an instant, and all turned to look at them.

Then a bolder reporter stood up and asked loudly, "Mr. Du, what do you think about Bingyou's dismissed executive jumping off a building to commit suicide?"

Obviously, they have all read the reports on the Internet, and they may have received their own internal news, which happened to be the time to interview Mr. Du, the person involved.

However, the person at the center of the topic didn't stop there, and didn't even give them any attention, and went directly to the door.

Seeing that he was about to leave, how could the media easily let him go, and they didn't care about order and decency, they swarmed him and asked him:

"Yue Laiyong was the one who forced him to death by name before he died. Can you talk about your thoughts?"

"He attacked you with a knife earlier, did you take revenge on him for that?"

"What did the deceased refer to about the Oya scandal?"

The inquisitive media has a strong fighting force. Fortunately, there are many security guards on the field, so they intercepted them all. A microphone pointed at Du Ziyou's face was also blocked by Xu Zhuo, who had sharp eyes and quick hands.

Under the escort of everyone, Du Ziyou left the door of the conference room and went directly to press the elevator.

"The security guards stay here, and the others don't follow me." He got into the elevator and said.

Several executives and secretaries stopped hesitantly, but Xu Zhuo followed in and stood next to Du Ziyou.

Du Ziyou raised his eyes to look at him, Xu Zhuo smiled at him, his eyes said everything without words: "I will accompany you."

Two security guards escorted the two of them all the way to the parking lot, luckily avoiding all the journalists who got wind of it.

Du Ziyou called the driver out and got into the back seat by himself, while Xu Zhuo consciously sat in the driver's seat.

He fastened his seat belt and asked, "Where are you going?"

Du Ziyou leaned on the back of the chair, covering his eyes with one hand, looking exhausted.

With a long sigh, he replied, "The old house."

The street was full of feasting lights, and the light and shadow smeared on his face through the car window, and then the lights gradually faded away, and the car drove out of the city center.

Xu Zhuo watched him close his eyes from the rearview mirror, his expression was calm and unremarkable.

But Xu Zhuo understood that he was not as calm as he appeared.Du Ziyou's relationship with his family was not good, and he never mentioned the people and affairs of the Du family, and he almost never saw him go back to the old house.

This time there must be a reason why he couldn't escape, and he had no choice.

The only thing that comforts Xu Zhuo is that he can be by his side, at least give him spiritual support and encouragement.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhuo couldn't help laughing. The sweetheart is actually very powerful, but his heart is a little weak, and he happens to be strong-willed. They really are a natural match.

When they stopped in the manor, Du Ziyou opened his eyes, Xu Zhuo got out of the car, opened the door for him, and said, "I thought you fell asleep."

Du Ziyou stepped out of the car door with one leg, shook his head and said, "Close your eyes for a while, and then it's time to expend your energy."

Xu Zhuo leaned on the roof of the car with one hand, looked down at the people in the car, and said softly, "Then are you cheered up now?"

Du Ziyou looked up at him: "Just get used to it, you want to go in with me later?"

Although this sentence is a question, in Xu Zhuo's keen ears, it is actually a statement: I want you to come in with me.

"But I haven't cheered up yet," Xu Zhuo smiled, and reached out to caress Du Ziyou's tense face, "What should I do?"

Du Ziyou grabbed his hand and warned: "Don't get carried away, don't forget where this is."

Xu Zhuo raised his eyes and looked around. There were several gardeners working in the distance, so he didn't pay attention to this side, and the nearest monitoring equipment couldn't capture this angle.

"You are too nervous," Xu Zhuo comforted him, "Relax, am I a careless person?"

Du Ziyou said: "Let's go up quickly, it's getting late."

Saying that he was going to get out, Xu Zhuo grabbed his shoulder with one hand and said, "Wait a minute."

Then he bent down with lightning speed, and kissed the other party's mouth lightly, and it was instant with one touch.

Du Ziyou stared at him blankly, and after a while, the blood rushed to his cheeks.

"Okay," Xu Zhuo licked his lips eagerly, "I've cheered up now, let's go."

He pulled Du Ziyou down and woke him up from his bewildered state - no matter how many times he had kissed before, he always acted as shy as the first kiss, Xu Zhuo loved him to death.

They walked side by side through the great garden, and the gardener straightened up to watch them from a distance.

After entering the gate, a gray-haired man in a suit was already waiting, Xu Zhuo recognized the voice as soon as he spoke: "Second Young Master, you are back, have you eaten dinner yet?"

The butler lowered his head slightly, and spoke in a calm tone, calmly and confidently - this is his home field.

Du Ziyou said, "Is father better? I want to see him."

"The old man just took the medicine and fell asleep, so it's best for the second young master not to disturb him." The butler replied.

"Then..." Du Ziyou swallowed, "Where's Big Brother, he's back?"

"Young Master comes home every day," he said in a flat tone, which was obviously extremely blunt, as if mocking, "Young Master is in the study now, let me inform you."

As he spoke, he glanced at Xu Zhuo: "This guest is the second young master's assistant? I'll ask someone to take you to rest."

Xu Zhuo looked at Du Ziyou.

"No need," Du Ziyou said indifferently, "He's with me. There's no need for an announcement, I have my own hands, and I'll knock on the door."

The butler lowered his head slightly, and looked up at him in surprise when he heard this, but Du Ziyou ignored him and strode directly upstairs.

Naturally, Xu Zhuo didn't lag behind, and didn't say much when he followed. He didn't stretch out his hand until the two stopped in front of the study door, and kneaded Du Ziyou's hand to express his support.

Du Ziyou smiled at him, mustered up his courage, and knocked on the door. "Brother, it's me."

Du Yongfeng's study is simply a luxurious version of Du Ziyou's study, with the same structure and style, but the difference is that it is larger in size and decorated with more high-end works of art—at least in the eyes of the ignorant Xu Zhuo. .

The owner of the study was sitting behind the desk, clasped fingers and pressed on the document, and shot eagle-like eyes at the person coming from the top of the glasses.Even at home, his appearance is still meticulous.

Xu Zhuo felt in vain that an invisible force was pressing on him, and he couldn't allow outsiders to act recklessly in their Du family's territory.

But it is their own family who are presumptuous today.

Du Ziyou was obviously a little nervous. He clenched his hands into fists and forced himself to look at Du Yongfeng: "Brother."

Du Yongfeng waited for the next article.

"Yue Laiyong committed suicide by jumping off the building." Du Ziyou said.

Du Yongfeng rolled his eyes, his eyes fell on the person next to Du Ziyou, and he looked at him quietly.

"No outsiders are allowed to meddle in family affairs." He said in a deep voice.

Du Ziyou closed his mouth, neither saying yes nor bad, Xu Zhuo took him as the standard, and remained motionless against Du Yongfeng's scrutiny.

The atmosphere of the confrontation between the three was overwhelming, and Du Ziyou finally said, "This time it's no longer a family matter. His suicide has already affected Bingyou's reputation. I must deal with this crisis in a business-like manner."

Du Yongfeng's eyes fell back on his younger brother, and he said slowly: "It's just an ordinary public relations incident, let the media suppress it, and it will subside after a while. You advertise, I don't believe you even have this reason don't know."

Du Ziyou pursed his lips and remained silent.Of course he understands, even if it is an investigation by the police, he has a clear conscience and need not be afraid.

But he has more than enough energy.

The media has dug deeper and deeper, and he can't stop it. Sooner or later, those hidden things will be pulled out of the dark corners, exposed to the sun, and used as the talk of the public after dinner.

He was going to be poked at the spine by someone who didn't know who was scolding him, and he would always be pointed at behind him. He turned around to investigate, but he couldn't find who was talking or laughing.

Du Yongfeng is definitely not willing to have such a thing happen.

But he is betting that, like the spectators sitting outside the Colosseum, watching his younger brother fight with bloodthirsty beasts with great interest, and getting scarred, when he is dying, he will raise his hand and surrender, begging Brother lends a helping hand.

Xu Zhuo listened to their confrontation, and glanced at the desk.

On the corner of the table, on Du Yongfeng's right hand side, there is a family portrait.

It's not so much a family photo, but a group photo, because there are only three of them, as usual, and it's the same as the photos in Du Ziyou's room.

In Du Ziyou's room, there are children from ten to early twenties, arranged in a row.There is only one in the study, and Du Ziyou in it seems to be younger, about seven or eight years old.

But what surprised Xu Zhuo even more was that the boy You was laughing.

He was wearing a small gray suit, shorts, and white stockings on his feet. He was dressed in a typical European-style little gentleman.

The little gentleman stood in front of his tall father and elder brother. Although he stood straight, his head was tilted slightly. He moved his mouth to the camera, showing a small smile, and even his eyes sparkled.

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