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Sean and Troy were arguing in the room about taking back Sean's shares and somehow it turned into 'you should believe in love and the world should believe in love' and Sean was really upset about it, Mark and Eduardo also fell into their own Banquet crisis.

Because so many things happened recently, Mark and Eduardo both forgot that it was just a weekend, and they also forgot that their original purpose of coming to this business banquet was just to trick the capital side.

When Mark found Eduardo, he was still in the place where he and Sean had just avoided talking, eating cherries and distracted.It wasn't until Mark found him and interrupted his thoughts that he realized his teeth were sore from eating too many cherries and his stomach was screaming and burning from drinking too much wine and skipping dinner. pain.

"Finished with Sean?" Mark asked Eduardo.

Eduardo nodded, but looked at the plate in Mark's hand. There were some olives and a very beautiful Black Forest cake in it. The blueberry sauce was covered with a thick layer, which looked sweet.

"Where did you get the cake?" Eduardo asked Mark.

"Over there at the rum tower, but this is the last piece."

"Why do you think you want to eat cake?"

Mark stared at Eduardo for a while, turned his eyes away a little, then turned back, looked at him and said, "There is only the last piece left. Although I don't want to eat it, I will put it away and put it on the plate."

Mark stared at Eduardo and said this. The usual jokes fell into Eduardo's ears and he didn't know how it became dark.

Forget it, Eduardo sighed in his heart, isn't Mark beating him too much before and after?

He turned to Mark and said, "Can I have a little? I just calculated the big number, and I'm a little dizzy now."

Mark handed the plate in front of him and said, "It's all for you, and the olives are also for you. You just drank too much wine."

Eduardo nodded, carefully dragged the cake from his plate, and then took some olives.

"Thank you for your trouble, Mark."

"You're welcome - it's a great location, out of the way, but you can see everything."

Then Eduardo lowered his head to eat without speaking, and the two of them stood side by side, looking at the venue.

Mark was too polite, and Eduardo couldn't help being polite to him, which felt a bit awkward for both of them.

They had a fight in the gym before, maybe the marks on the two of them have not faded away, and there is still no progress on the key issue.

But quarreling and fighting really worked. After the quarreling and fighting, he felt that the tone of the two of them spoke a lot more smoothly.

But Eduardo also knows that their situation won't last long, because their problems are still there, and they won't disappear just because they don't appear now.

In addition, he is really not used to being so polite with Mark, maybe he is more used to constantly disappointing Mark.

As he was thinking this way, while eating olives, he accidentally ate too much. When he was about to eat the last one, Mark suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist. Throw out the plate with half a cake left.

"You eat too many olives and it hurts your stomach."

The hand let go of him again.

Eduardo was holding the dinner plate, and when Mark said this, the pain that he had ignored just started again, and the smell of alcohol began to come to his face, and he felt his cheeks burn a little.

He lowered his head, trying to hide his cheeks, and whispered to Mark, "Thank you."

Mark shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to pay attention. He held the wine glass and tilted his head slightly, his eyes were a little blurred, as if he was looking at him, but also seemed to be looking elsewhere.Mark didn't drink much, his mind was still very clear, and the blue of his eyes was getting darker and darker.

He was too familiar with this gesture. If it wasn't for Mark, Eduardo would have said that the other party was inviting him.

Eduardo ate the cake in a hurry, and the thirst in his heart turned into a real hunger in his stomach. He licked the spoon and felt that a piece of cake was definitely not enough. He turned to Mark and said, "I'll go over there and see if there are any sweets. .”

"Just a bit of Black Forest, but you just ate the last piece."

Whoever it is, some tuna is better than staying where you are.Eduardo left there in a hurry.

Eduardo had just left the dining table and was looking around when a young man caught up with him from behind, shook hands with him, and introduced himself, "Mr. Savarin, hello, I'm Lancelot Wood."

Edward didn't want to talk to him at all, because he couldn't remember who he was.

Mark stood where he was, emptying his glass of brandy, his third of the night.He was still standing in front of the dining table, facing a plate of cherries that had been eaten up, looking at Eduardo from a distance, seeing that he was chatting with an upstart from an investment bank.

This guy is too young, and his thoughts must have been taken away by Eduardo. They will search for food all over the place, but there is nothing to gain.

How could it be, he had just eaten the last bits of cake and olives.

Troy probably didn't expect sweets to be so popular.

They didn't say a few words, and Eduardo waved for two more glasses of wine. After all, he didn't stop all night.

This world is so wonderful, he and when he was in college, they have almost become two completely opposite people.

He no longer plays sports, or plays football or rugby with friends.

When he was in college, he liked orange juice, kiwi juice, and mocha. He drank beer occasionally, and sometimes he couldn't finish a bottle. He always said that beer had a strange taste and spirits burned his throat.

But now, he was used to drinking, he drank whiskey, and he could drink until he was drunk.

Once Dustin came back from home, clamoring to bring back a particularly good bottle of wine, and called Eduardo over, wanting him to taste it, but the whole dormitory stared at Eduardo and drank his wine slowly. Wine, to put it bluntly, cannot be identified because it smells like wine.

Dustin and the others were dumbfounded. They didn't expect such an answer. After staying for a while, Dustin asked Eduardo tentatively, what does it mean to smell of alcohol?

Eduardo answered him solemnly that this wine is not good because it smells like alcohol.

But isn't it just a drink that doesn't taste like alcohol?

Bingo, and cocktails.

After so many years, Mark still remembers Dustin's tearful cowardly expression clearly.

Thinking of this, the cell phone in Mark's pocket rang. Mark opened it and saw that it was Randy. She sent him a row of exaggerated expressions, saying, the whole world is talking about you, mom and dad know, They want to meet your little sweetheart, when will you bring him back.

When Mark saw the news, he had a headache and didn't know what to do. He just replied to Randy evasively, saying, okay, when FB has an entity, I will definitely take him home.

The message was sent out, but Randy didn't reply, but the phone turned on again. It was the psychiatrist he contacted the day Eduardo smashed the glass. He suggested that Mark take Eduardo to the doctor for a diagnosis. From the preliminary situation, Eduardo The situation is not optimistic.

Just as Mark was about to reply to the doctor, Randy's message came in again. She first sent a few '...', and then asked him, 'Mark, when will you stabilize? '

Mark replied to her, 'Maybe after my sister becomes a gentle and considerate person. '

This time, Randy didn't reply to the message after a long time, and he didn't reply until Mark finished replying to the doctor.

Mark smiled, triumphant over the childish bickering.

Before he put down his cell phone, someone next to him greeted him, "Mr. Zuckerberg, hello, I'm Ilica, a reporter from Focus."

The person who came was a very lovely lady, still young, with a slender figure, big and deep eyes, and firm brows, but she could still see a little timidity and innocence.

Mark looked at her expressionlessly, showing his second sincere smile tonight in his heart—he waited here for so long, and it really came.

With a cold voice, he tried his best to put on airs, and replied to her unkindly: "Hello."

Lancelot Wood is an idiot, and there is something irrepressible in the cold eyes he looks at him.

Eduardo thought to himself as he continued to laugh and joke, trying to get more out of him.

When Sean came out from behind Troy's office with a straight face, Eduardo saw him almost instantly. He hurriedly said a few words to Lancelot Wood, who had been chatting with him, and went to find Sean. .

Sean was so full of himself that he was taken aback when Eduardo appeared in front of him.

Under the lights, Eduardo's gentle smile turned a little slutty, but it made him more alive, and he said, "Well, I guess, it's not going so well?"

Sean smiled bitterly, and said bitterly, "It's going so well, I think I should pack up all my Armanis and marry him as soon as possible."

Sean made a bad joke, and Eduardo smiled in a good way. Sean despised his poor acting skills, and the two of them walked back to the rum tower before Sean went to Troy for some reason.

The wine glasses on the top of the tower were all empty, and Eduardo asked casually, "Who would drink the wine in the sweet wine tower? No one would drink champagne, right?"

"Could be some nasty guy who wants to reject people's good intentions and break people's hearts?"

As soon as Eduardo turned his head, Sean was standing next to him, drinking one glass after another, and he had already had three glasses when they said this.

"If you don't add a slut and a slut, I may not recognize this person."

Eduardo knew that he was not feeling well, so he stood beside him, wanting to wait for him to vent a little before talking to him, but he waited for a while, but Sean didn't stop, and drank another layer of rum, drinking the empty high Cups piled up next to the whole table.

Although the alcohol content of the rum is very low, it's not okay to drink it like crazy. Eduardo poked Sean and said, "It's almost enough."

"It's almost enough, but the problem is that it's not nearly there yet."

"—"

His logic was sound, and Eduardo had nothing to refute him.

"Do you like Troy very much?" Eduardo couldn't help asking him.

"I like it, I like it very much."

"—"

"That's why I'm angry. He can go further."

"—"

"Don't be willful, and don't be impulsive, just compromise with the capital a little bit, and he will usher in a new era."

"—"

"He has a good temper and is sweet. Anyone who sees him likes him. Even the most difficult evaluations and his words are a little softer."

"—"

"He shouldn't be like this now, he doesn't listen to what he says, oh my god, he's harder to handle than Mark!!!"

"—(?)"

"This is simply the worst CEO I have ever brought!!!"

Eduardo suddenly felt something was wrong when he heard it. He sorted out his train of thought and was a little ashamed of the gossip thinking that he developed because of his love of watching gossip.

He touched his nose and asked Sean: "But, I think Troy cares about you."

"So it made me feel more guilty - I felt like I misled him, he was too young to know what life was and what it was like to be yourself."

What Sean said was so unlike Sean. Eduardo didn't even know that he had such a strong moral commandment in his heart, so he didn't know what to say or how to comfort him.

Sean saw his entanglement, raised his glass to him, and said, "If you are friends, let's drink together."

Eduardo had a few drinks with him, and seeing that he still couldn't stop, he didn't plan to persuade him anymore, at worst, he would carry him back to Mark's villa.

The two of them were drinking here, and suddenly felt that someone was watching them. After looking over, they realized that it was Mark.There was a girl beside him, looking at her attire, she should be a reporter from some newspaper, or the kind that didn't get much attention.Mark saw Eduardo looking over, nodded slightly, and gestured to him.

Sean still failed to achieve his ambition to drink up the rum tower, he drank another half a drink and felt sick, remember to walk upright when walking, otherwise Armani will wrinkle.

Eduardo supported Sean's waist, and took Sean to the bathroom as calmly as possible. It was already late, some guests had already gone back or rushed to other venues, and the bathroom and corridor were a bit deserted, with no one around.

Eduardo took Sean into the bathroom, and after walking such a short distance, he also started to feel a little dizzy, probably because he did drink a little too much.Eduardo gently kicked open a compartment, intending to put Sean in and go to the sink to wash his face and wake up.

As soon as he helped Sean into the compartment, he suddenly felt dizzy, and he was pushed to the partition of the compartment by Sean.

Sean drank more than him, and his steps were a little weak, and he didn't know where he got so much strength from his hands.

Sean couldn't stand still, and Eduardo was still holding his waist with his hands. Now he was lying on his body, his waist was hard, and he could still feel the toughness and slenderness through the shirt.

Sean looked at him, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed Eduardo.

Eduardo dodged subconsciously, not moving much, because he hesitated for a moment, and Sean's kiss landed on the corner of his mouth.

There was a hazy drunkenness in his eyes, but Eduardo thought he was sober.

"Gotyou (it's tricking you)." Sean yelled vaguely, and then changed several languages, some of which Eduardo knew and some of which didn't, but their general meaning should be the same.

As he spoke, he lowered his head again and kissed Eduardo's cheek, forehead, and the corners of his eyes several times.Eduardo stood where he was, letting him kiss, knowing that what he just did would only be done once.

He reached out, wrapped his arms around Eduardo's shoulders, and hugged him.

After a few seconds, he spoke, and the voice was right next to Eduardo's ear, and he said, "Edu, there is something I want to tell you—"

"Please—"

"Don't interrupt me, edu."

Sean's voice was slurred after drinking too much, but his tone was calm.

"Do you still remember the time when you came from New York in California and Mark didn't pick you up at the airport?"

Eduardo didn't know why, but he had a very ominous feeling. Alarm bells rang in his heart. He stopped Sean and said, "Please, Sean, it's fine now, don't ruin this—"

Sean ignored him and continued talking, his calm tone sounded a little cruel, he said: "I was there that time, when you called, I was by the side, I heard, you said you wanted to talk."

"After you hung up the phone, I told Mark, let him be careful, working 15 hours, too tired, not a state to talk about things, I forced him to sleep for a while, and then after he fell asleep, I turned off His alarm clock."

Eduardo's scalp was a little numb, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards.

"That's why he makes you wait at the airport for 2 hours, makes you go out in the rain for a long time before you can find a taxi, and makes you take a taxi from a place you don't know—"

Eduardo could barely hear what he was saying.

"So, edu, let the rain stop—"

"—"

"Aren't you asking me why I did this?"

Hearing Sean's question, Eduardo came back to his senses. He pushed away Sean who was holding him, took a few steps back, and went out from the cubicle. After Sean was pushed away by him, he sat on the toilet lid, not knowing Looking thoughtfully at Eduardo.

"I don't care, besides, please, don't talk to me."

Eduardo stood up, adjusted his clothes reflexively, and then he left the bathroom.