Chapter 986: Are you reconciled?

As soon as this was said, it made people's hair stand on end.

Shi Jingming took the lead in nodding in agreement: "You really shouldn't say that. It's not impossible. Guo Yu is a lingering ghost; it's clear he's entangled with Shen Xing."

Jiang Ran heard it in her ears, and her heart felt more and more uncomfortable. To this day, whenever she thought of Shen Xing being targeted and made things difficult for everywhere by Guo Yu because of her, the guilt in her heart surged endlessly.

"Shen Xing..."

Jiang Ran was just about to speak, but was interrupted directly by Shen Xing: "Don't say these words anymore. You are not wrong at all. I stood up to protect you as a friend back then, and I was even less wrong."

"From beginning to end, the only one who is wrong is Guo Yu."

"Shen Xing is right, the problem is all with Guo Yu." Bai Lianghe also hurriedly spoke, softly comforting Jiang Ran.

Not wanting Jiang Ran to fall into negative emotions again, Shen Xing tapped the table lightly and then picked up his water cup: "Alright, at such a happy time, don't mention those unlucky people. Let everyone toast again—"

Everyone immediately responded, raised their glasses one after another, and made a fuss with one word and another, covering up the topic about Guo Yu completely in a few words.

And at the same time, in a high-end restaurant two blocks away, Guo Yu had made an appointment to meet someone here.

The restaurant had a dark atmosphere, with only soft background music flowing, or mixed with the crisp sound of tableware colliding. The guests dining here were all well-dressed and well-behaved, and ordinary people, even if passing by, mostly didn't dare to look more.

Until an ordinarily dressed figure stopped at the door. He repeatedly confirmed the address on his phone, and only then raised his hand to pull the door. Who knew that before his fingertips touched the door handle, he was politely stopped by the receptionist at the door.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have a reservation?"

The receptionist sized up the boy in front of him, who was only in his early twenties—wearing cheap sportswear, his temperament out of place with this place, and even his own uniform was more valuable than his outfit. What was even more conspicuous was that there was still unhealed redness and swelling on his cheeks, making him look sloppy and embarrassed.

Owen hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth: "I'm looking for a friend, Mr. Guo, V8."

The receptionist's eyes flashed with suspicion, but she still professionally checked the guest information for V8, and it really was surnamed Guo.

"I'll take you in." The receptionist didn't neglect him, opening the door as usual: "Please come in."

Owen had never been to such a high-end restaurant, and it was in Longcheng, and the person he was meeting was completely unfamiliar to him, so he was at a loss for a time, and could only follow the waiter in a flustered pace in the dim environment.

Until he came to seat V8. There was a warm light above the seat, illuminating the position slightly, so it wouldn't be the case that guests would send food into their noses when eating.

Borrowing the light, Owen saw the Mr. Guo sitting in the seat clearly, his face suddenly shocked—

It was actually a young man of the same age as himself?

Sensing the shock in Owen's eyes, Guo Yu smiled meaningfully: "Hello, Owen. Sit."

Just this instant, the anxiety that had been hanging in Owen's heart dissipated by more than half. He had thought it was some big shot who specifically made an appointment to meet him here, but he didn't expect it to be just a hairy kid.

He was used to running rampant in the club on weekdays, and Owen had never had any scruples about people of the same age, even if the other party looked like they had a wealthy family background.

Taking off his coat, revealing the even cheaper T-shirt inside, Owen didn't care at all now. He sat in the seat in a big way, and without saying a word, picked up the glass and drank the lemon mint water inside in one gulp.

"Do you want another glass?" Guo Yu asked.

He always had a smile on his face, and no emotional fluctuations could be seen.

"No need." Owen then looked at Guo Yu, his brows tightly locked, and asked in a series of questions: "Who are you? How did you add my WeChat? Do you know me?"

A series of questions were thrown out. He leaned back, looked at Guo Yu sideways, waiting for his reply.

Guo Yu's lips curled, and he opened his mouth unhurriedly: "Who I am is not important, how I found your WeChat is not important, and whether you know me or not is even less important."

Owen's face sank, and he immediately exploded with profanity: "Then you fucking—"

He stopped abruptly before he finished speaking. He saw the Guo Yu opposite him raise his hand and make a shushing gesture to him, his tone sinking a bit, and whispered a reminder: "Don't use dirty words with me."

That instant, an aura of looking down from above spread out, the oppression belonging to the upper class, instantly pressing Owen's heart to a standstill.

But Guo Yu relaxed his expression after speaking, and the smile remained. His gaze landed on the unhealed swelling on Owen's cheek, and he said lightly: "Your face has been swollen for almost a week, right? Looking at it, it might not be completely gone even after another week of recovery."

Owen frowned and subconsciously touched his cheek. Fortunately, it was only slightly swollen now, and it was no longer as painful as when he was first injured.

"What exactly are you looking for me for?" Owen couldn't help but ask again.

Guo Yu didn't beat around the bush anymore, sat up straight, and looked at Owen earnestly: "Shen Xing beat you like this. In your heart, don't you feel aggrieved?"

The moment the two words "Shen Xing" were spoken from Guo Yu's mouth, Owen's expression changed significantly.

Guo Yu continued: "I'm from the same school as Shen Xing, and I don't like him either. They all say the enemy of an enemy is a friend, so although we are meeting for the first time, I think we can be friends."

Owen's brain didn't keep up with Guo Yu's mouth, and he was confused for a long time before asking suspiciously: "Are you looking for me because of Shen Xing?"

Guo Yu raised his eyebrows and continued to fan the flames: "He not only snatched your opportunity for the youth training competition but also found someone to beat you like this. You aren't just going to let it go so easily, are you?"

"How would you know these things?"

"I can find your WeChat, so knowing these things isn't difficult, right? After all, when this happened, it seems there were quite a few people present." Guo Yu said, his expression revealing the pride of being in control.

This kind of feigning depth was still effective in front of someone like Owen who had no culture and had never seen the world.

He felt that this wealthy young master in front of him was not simple.

"So, you don't like Shen Xing either?" Owen asked again tentatively.

Guo Yu nodded and admitted without hesitation: "Yes, I don't like him, very much don't like him."

"But he has signed into your professional club now. I heard he is very glorious inside, much more glorious than you."

Owen snorted disdainfully upon hearing this, and said stubbornly: "No matter how glorious, it's only temporary. In the club, everything has to be spoken with results."

"How do you know he can't get results?" Guo Yu asked.

Owen looked at Guo Yu, and when he spoke again, he was obviously lacking confidence: "He brought four girls, can, can he make any results?"

Guo Yu sneered upon hearing this: "I had the exact same thought as you back then, but the facts clearly show that I thought wrong."

"But these are not important anymore." Speaking of this, Guo Yu's expression converged, and he looked at Owen and asked gloomily: "What's important is, are you reconciled?" ===== CHAPTER 987 =====