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When Eduardo went downstairs the next day, he felt that the atmosphere of the whole house was a bit wrong. Elijah and Riley hid side by side, and they were quietly looking at Eduardo. Their expressions reminded Eduardo of a kind of stupid bird in his hometown. ——The big-eyed thief——The eyes are big and black, and he is not afraid of people. When he looks at people, he is dumbfounded.

Mark was standing in the open kitchen, washing the cups. When he saw Eduardo going downstairs, he also looked at Eduardo.

"Good morning, Mr. Savarin." Ilya greeted Eduardo, and Riley was next to Ilya, raised her hand in cooperation, and also greeted Eduardo.

"Good morning, Elijah."

The two little assistants (PR?) look like two little animals.

Eduardo walked into the kitchen and sat next to the bar next to the cooking counter. Mark put the freshly washed cup in front of him across the cooking counter and poured him a drink.

Seeing Eduardo's expression of a little fear, Mark explained to him: "It's not American, it's cocoa."

Edward took another sip, sweet, cocoa with cinnamon in it.

He was drinking cocoa, and in the living room, Elijah and Riley were talking softly.

Mark stared at Eduardo for a moment and asked him, "Eduardo, what are the top thirty constants of nature?"

Eduardo was a little uncomfortable being looked at by his gaze, but when he heard about his culture, he asked him in doubt: "What?"

"—"

"What did you just say?"

"Nothing," Mark lowered his head, handed Eduardo's sandwich to him, and continued to ask him, "Do you have a headache?"

"Fortunately, maybe the energy hasn't passed yet."

"Did you gain a lot last night?"

"A lot," Eduardo recalled the ceremony last night, feeling that countless things really happened last night, "First of all, it was the information given by Sean yesterday, and Mr. Peter from the Apple News warned us that there have been several difficult issues Fang has his eyes on us."

Mark nodded, indicating that he knew, and said, "Last night, when everyone's attention was on Troy and Sean, I observed the media present."

"The media? I haven't contacted him, but I met a colleague from the investment bank yesterday, Lancelot Wood, who is very young and well-informed. He has received some valuable news from the capital side."

"In that case, you will be in charge of the management, and the media will be handed over to me."

"I thought the media liked me better."

"Yes, likewise, this also means that they are more familiar with your routine."

"You brought Elijah?"

"Well, maybe it's PR. Ilya is busy enough just taking care of the PR case."

FB's PR team?Eduardo didn't really have much impression of it, but he just passed it in his mind and found that he hadn't found any tainted news on FB, and he defaulted to the PR team's ability.

"Is it ready?" Mark asked Eduardo.

Eduardo was thinking about PR when he was interrupted by Mark, only to realize that he had eaten the center of the slice and was biting the edges of the bread around him.

Eduardo:  …

mark:···

Eduardo spat out the bread in his mouth, and said to Mark lightly: "I got a little headache in the morning, and I have a dinner appointment with Lancelot Wood in the afternoon, so I won't go to the office in the morning."

Mark's eyes stared at Eduardo and turned around. Eduardo felt a little guilty when he met Mark's eyes when he thought about what Sean told him yesterday.

"Is that—isn't it a hangover headache? I got a drink yesterday."

"Well, it's still early, so you can sleep a little longer." Mark nodded to him, and left with Elijah and Riley.

Elijah was taken away by Mark, and Riley was sent to FB by Eduardo this morning to work with the PR team.

After they were all gone, Eduardo breathed a sigh of relief, and a severe headache enveloped him again. After 10 years, he had rarely been so drunk.

You still act like a baby, I like it.

Eduardo thought of what Mark said, but didn't know how to react.

He lay flat on the sofa, pretending to be dead and buried his head in the sofa cushion, so that he didn't have to control himself to show a calm expression.

Ah, no face to the world.

He was spread out on the sofa, and suddenly felt that the sofa was heavy. He looked up and saw that Beast was standing on the edge of the sofa, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Ah, beast, dad is an asshole, isn't he?" Eduardo rubbed beast's chin, ruffling his fur, repeating like the weird voice of a helium doll: "ah, beast, dad is an asshole, It's a curly-skinned kiwi, isn't it?"

Beast didn't know the turmoil between them, but still looked at Eduardo innocently, seeing that he was unhappy, Beast rubbed his head against him and licked his cheek.

Mark kissed him on the cheek last night too.

Eduardo thought about last night again, and angrily hammered the sofa a few times. Mark Zuckerberg, taking advantage of others, took advantage of others, and the sweet potato head was dead short.

Eduardo hammered the sofa a few more times, and the phone rang. It was Sean who texted him back, saying that we could meet this morning. Eduardo went upstairs to change his clothes, sent beast to the nanny and went out.

Eduardo and Sean made an appointment in Manhattan, the place was chosen by Sean, the bar of the Regent Hotel, the area around the Regent was very congested, when Edward arrived, Sean was already there, he was talking to the bartender, Shaking a glass of ale beer loosely in his hand.

Eduardo saw Sean from a distance, and had a premonition that this conversation would not be easy, so he suddenly wanted to turn around and run away first.

He shook his head, shook off the thought, and told himself that this time he returned to New York to solve the problem, not to make it worse.

He walked up to Sean, greeted him, and said, "Hi, Sean."

"Hey, Eduardo."

"Why did you choose here?"

"It's easier to find." Sean answered him lightly.

After the greetings were finished, the two of them had nothing to say, and they shook their glasses in silence.

After finishing a glass of beer, Eduardo said, "Aren't you going to ask me what I want to say?"

"I might know."

Eduardo took a deep breath and continued, "Well, I think I should apologize for yesterday—"

"—"

"Thanks for telling me I was so emotional yesterday,"

"—"

"If I said something drastic, it wasn't my intention—"

"I know," Sean interrupted Eduardo, who repeated softly, "I know, edu."

Eduardo suddenly felt that the scene was a bit heavy.

"Did you have a bad time in Singapore these years?"

"It's not bad, there are a lot of things to do." Eduardo answered him with consideration.

"Then why did you go back to New York?"

"Because something happened to FB?"

Sean laughed and ignored him. Even in the daytime, the light inside the bar was dim, and Sean's outline was deep under this light.

"Edu, it really doesn't matter what happened yesterday, you don't have to be so careful, and it was my fault, you should be angry."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at myself being a bit stupid, I thought I was pretty smart," Sean scratched his curly hair, changed the subject, and asked about Eduardo's FB PR.

They chatted for a while, Eduardo checked the time, he had to go, he had an appointment with Lancelot Wood in the afternoon.Before he left, he asked Sean a little bit tangled how to deal with the Troy matter.

Sean misunderstood what he meant, and told him that they planned to reorganize the ownership structure of the Stone of Agelessness and wash off some loose shares on this matter.

Eduardo thought about Troy's appearance, he was such a sweetheart, and wondered if you were willing to do so.

He looked around Sean, stared at his neck twice, and then indicated with his eyes that there seemed to be something on his neck.

Sean didn't realize it at first, but after thinking for a few seconds, he covered his neck reflexively, and said emphatically, "It's not with Troy."

Eduardo:  …

Eduardo explained hypocritically, and said, "I just want to say, if you drink less beer, you will gain weight easily, and your neck will gain weight twice."

Sean:···

Eduardo wanted to make a joke, but the word sweetie came to his lips, and he swallowed it again.

Eduardo drank the wine in his glass, got off his seat, and planned to leave.

Sean stopped him suddenly and said, "Eduardo, you know what? When you left New York for Singapore, I was sitting in this position that afternoon, I think—" Sean was halfway through, and he passed a few minutes Seconds later, he reconnected and said, "I think, if I had told you back then, would the ending have been different?"

Sean wanted to ask him, if I had kept you back then, would you have stayed?

But he changed the sentence, not even knowing why.

Eduardo said to him softly, "Sean, do you remember the vacation house incident? I reported you, and I want to get revenge on you—I'm sorry, I'm not as good as you think."

"—"

Eduardo walked over quickly, hugged Sean gently, and said to him, "I don't think I've ever thanked you—Sean, thank you," he said softly, "During the lawsuit, I lost all my friends, although we are not friends, but luckily you still have something to say, thank you sean, thank you."

"Forget it, edu, it's nothing." Sean said, hugging Eduardo back.

This is the last time, Sean thought, this time it's really over.

After the hug was over, Eduardo left the bar, Sean stopped him again and asked him, "Why did you come back to New York?"

Eduardo said, "Because of FB?"

"Because of Mark," Sean corrected him, "because you loved him."

Eduardo was dumbfounded. He smiled and corrected Sean: "I don't know how the tabloids made up the details. We are just friends, or the ones who don't have a good relationship. I don't love Mark, Sean."

"You don't love me, you love Mark. Since college, I don't know how you two tricked yourself into believing that these are magical friendships."

"If you love him, you will trust him; if you love him, you will be so hurt and go away to Singapore; you love him, so Singapore is your exile, and your life is not stable; you love him, so You just want to come back for an ending. From college, to California, and now, you never stopped loving him."

"—"

"Oh my God, you people, you love him, and he loves you too, otherwise how could I succeed in sowing dissension back then—God, is this thing so difficult to accept?"

"—"

Mark, do you love me?

Eduardo chewed this sentence in his heart, not knowing how to react.

He did his usual moves, smiled softly at Sean, and said, "I, I, I have an appointment in the afternoon, so I'm leaving first."

After speaking, he left as if he was running away.

Sean:···

Sean chased his figure and shouted: "You love him you love him you love him you love him!!!"

After Sean shouted, he sat down for a while and drank up the little ale left in the glass. The ale tasted sweet in the beginning and bitter in the aftertaste.

Sean was tongue-tied, joking heartlessly, returned the glass to the bartender, and said, "This wine is too bitter, I won't drink it again, quit."

The bartender looked at him wonderingly, poured himself a glass of ale, tasted it, and thought, this isn't bitter enough to cry.

Eduardo was sitting in the taxi, his heart still pounding, and Sean's messages followed one after another.

"What are you running for?" Followed by a row of rainbow horses, angel stars, pine trees and so on.

"There's one more thing I didn't tell you."

"What happened to FB this year is very strange. I think the focus is not on MS, but on the management."

"The media, the general public, inside the industry, and even the C Council are not left-hand forces."

"What happened this time was a premeditated ambush, and it should not be taken lightly."

Eduardo wanted to type 'thank you', but before he could type, a new message from Sean arrived.

"They have more than one hole card in their hands. When you intercept, you should also think about why they didn't release it."

Just such a text message, Eduardo saw something thrilling and stormy.

He pointed the direction to the driver, and took the time to lean on the back of the seat, wanting to take a rest.

When Mark arrived at the office in the morning, he sent a text message to Sean, saying succinctly, "Call me back after you meet with Eduardo."

This period of time is approaching FB's internal annual staff meeting, and the PR side said that a lot of news has been intercepted. Sometimes Ilya often arranges several programs for him, and the number of things explodes.

Around noon, the psychiatrist he contacted called him back. He had consulted him a lot about Eduardo in the past.

The psychiatrist told him that the existing data could not be analyzed and that he needed to see Eduardo. He also said that Eduardo's condition was already very dangerous, and he hoped they would take it seriously.

Mark thanked the other party, hung up the phone, and contacted another psychiatrist again. In order to save time, he contacted a few at one go. He thought, if these doctors also said that the data analysis was not good, he would have to talk to Edward. More on this issue.

He marked this as a key point on his schedule, and then continued to search for Eduardo’s account among the hundreds of millions of users on FB. One night he asked Eduardo, “I want to go to Asia because that’s the only place that doesn’t have FB.” The source of the sentence, it turned out that the other party had a FB account.

He searched for a long time, and the side positioning that he usually used was not easy to use.

He felt that what was written in Eduardo's trumpet might contain some key content.

As he was watching, Sean's phone call came in, with a bad tone, and he asked him immediately, "Eduardo told you that he was going to meet me this morning?"

"He didn't say."

"Then how did you know?"

"I guess," Mark said in a flat tone, "I heard your conversation in the bathroom last night."

"—"

Sean didn't want to talk, he fell into the 'Rashomon about the truth of the year' today.

"I have something to tell you—Sean, do you still remember the incident when you went to Chris's house for vacation and were reported when you hosted a party?

"Mark, you—"

Mark said in a steady voice, "It's me, Sean."

Sean has been tortured by them and he doesn't want to say anything. He should be angry, but his resentment and anger seem to have been taken away by Eduardo and the bitter ale just now, and he even finds it a little funny.

"Mark, this thing—"

"Sean, one more thing, I know you turned off my alarm clock."

"—"

"I knew it back then, and I guess, this may be one of the reasons why I reported you later, because I blamed you for the quarrel between me and Wardo." Mark analyzed his thoughts in a flat tone, "So , I did that thing, and the responsibility lies with me."

Sean was silent for a long time, only the sound of the two of them breathing lightly on the phone.

"Sean, I implore you, don't tell Wardo about these things, and don't tell him anything else."

Speaking of Eduardo, his voice became a little jerky, "His mental state is very bad now, maybe a little worse than before going to Singapore."

The two of them paused again, and Sean asked him, "Why did you want him back?"

"Because of FB?" Mark answered him with some doubts.

"—"

"Didn't you decide to let him go before?"

"I don't know—maybe it's been so long, I think he should be better? FB is in the center of the storm, I don't know who to trust?" Mark's voice gradually became lower, almost inaudible, and said : "Maybe, I want to find a reason to see him again?"

Sean sighed, feeling in his heart, what's wrong with the two of them, and asked him: "Do you love him, Mark?"

"I don't know if it was love while I had never been in love."

I've never loved anyone, I don't know if it's love.

After Mark finished speaking, he seemed to regain his rationality in an instant. He returned to that indifferent tone and hung up the phone.