TSN screen couple

The 'Mr. Moss rights defense' incident has basically come to an end, FBcouple's image management has also entered a maintenance stage, and Ilya can also relax a little bit, at least for a little time to go to the tea room downstairs to fish.

One day he was holding a cup, waiting for the coffee machine to make a strong drink, and holding a tablet in his hand to watch the push "From Eduardo Savarin to Mark Zuckerberg, Changes in Public Aesthetics".

The general idea is that Eduardo is a traditional winner in life, but recently everyone admires the unconventional type of Mark more.

He always advertises himself as a professional who separates his work from his life, but he usually finds melons from the two big bosses when he has nothing to do, and even his browser has captured his preference.

While watching, he went to find a bag of scones in a remote corner of the tea room, but when he opened the cabinet door, Eduardo huddled in the closet and was eating a pack of mint chocolates. She looked at him blankly.

Elijah:...

Elijah spoke with difficulty: "Mr. Savarin—"

Before he finished speaking, Eduardo stopped him and warned him: "Don't tell Mr. Zuckerberg!"

Elijah:...

Before Ilia had time to react, Eduardo's sensitive cat ears heard voices coming from the corridor. He took advantage of the situation and pulled Ilia in, and then closed the cabinet door.

Elijah:...

At that time, Ilya wanted to tell him, "Sir, don't struggle, everyone in America knows you are crooked."

But he dared not.

What a painful realization.

It's not that he didn't dare to be skinny with Edward, but that he didn't dare to challenge Mark's desire to control.Ever since Mr. Ma took over from Mr. Moss's time, he has been overly protective of Eduardo, so that everyone in the CEO's office and even Eduardo often squat in a small corner and crazily crack sugar to keep alive.

The two of them looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, and Eduardo said, "Mr. Nevada, I have something to ask you for help."

Ilya said frantically in his heart, 'I can't afford it, I can't afford it', making up his mind that no matter what Eduardo said, he would be silent of death.

"Help me for a while, I have to go out, and I can't let Mark know."

?

Seeing Ilya's doubts, Eduardo explained casually, "I have an appointment with a psychologist."

"What!"

Eduardo understated: "I consulted the doctor, I may have a little unconscious suicidal tendencies-Mark has been in a bad state recently, so I will keep it secret."

Ilia thought of the time when Eduardo hurt his hand before, Mark also said lightly, "Eduardo's mental state is a bit bad, so I can't tell him."

All right, gentlemen, just go further and further on the road of 'thinking you are doing the best for the other'.

It wasn't until the afternoon that he had been covering Eduardo in fear until the afternoon that he realized that he didn't seem to agree to help Eduardo cover up.

Eduardo stayed with the psychiatrist for a long time, and by the time he finished, Mark had finished work and was cleaning up the room at home.Seeing Eduardo coming, he pushed a small suitcase from his side and signaled Eduardo to go upstairs to pack his things.

"how?"

"Home Open House."

Eduardo remembered it all at once. Mark told him before, and he packed up and asked Mark: "Are we moving out?"

"Yes, I booked a suite at Regent, and Ilya and the others have to check the details here several times."

"Tonight?"

"Correct."

Mr. Savarin, who had just returned from Midtown, was full of dissatisfaction. When they finished their tossing and went back to Midtown and lay down on the hotel bed, Eduardo felt that he was so tired that he could see ghosts.They also met Lancelot Wood when they checked in. He naturally saw the two of them and wanted to say hello, but Mark always felt that there was an indescribable spying feeling in his eyes.Mark didn't want to talk to him, so he just grabbed Eduardo's waist and left.

The tired and paralyzed Eduardo naturally agreed with it.

As soon as he entered the door, he threw himself on the bed, sent emails weakly, and said nothing to change his clothes. Mark couldn't move him, and went into the bathroom by himself.

Eduardo was looking for a professional manager all over the world, and he had to communicate with the foundation of the animal protection organization he worked for about the job change. As soon as he hung up a call, an anonymous call came in.

"Hello."

It was a woman who spoke, her age was unrecognizable, and her voice was a little familiar.

The two of them said something, and the girl said some old-fashioned TV lines, with a bad British accent, imitating Romeo and Juliet lines.

Eduardo talked to her a few times, and he was about to hang up the phone, but when he was forced, the girl said in a hurry: "I'll give you 500 million, break up with Mark!!"

Eduardo:  …

Eduardo amused her, and replied: "I will give you 1000 million, please delete my phone number."

girl:···

As soon as he finished speaking, Mark came out of the bathroom, just hearing this sentence, frowned and looked at Eduardo with a strange expression.

At this time, the girl was afraid that he would hang up the phone, so she immediately revealed her identity, saying that she was Randy, Mark's sister.

Eduardo thought of the woman from the real Zuckerberg family who almost smashed a frozen fish into his chest, and felt that this behavior was worthy of her.

He added to Mark, "Your sister is on the phone."

Mark's expression became even weirder.

Eduardo didn't ask how Randy got his own phone, he just gave the phone to Mark, took off his suit and went into the bathroom.

He took a bath in the bathroom, almost didn't fall asleep, and went to bed immediately after crawling out.They have lived in the same room since Mark had a nightmare last time, and Eduardo no longer insists that the character must sneak back to his room every morning.It's just that their sleeping habits are very different. Mark sleeps with pillows and quilts spread out, while Eduardo likes to roll them up.

Eduardo: The Old Vampire

Mark: Toddler

Later, they reluctantly reached an agreement, and Eduardo slept under the made-up quilt, and Mark hugged him in a ball.

Eduardo climbed onto the bed in a daze, and slid directly into Mark's arms along the soft mattress. Mark turned off the light and said, go to sleep.

Randy called about something.

It's almost Thanksgiving, and Mom invited us to spend the holiday together.

Back to Baiyuan?

Mom and the others came over and said they wanted to take advantage of the holiday to spend a weekend in Sleepy Hollow.

The two of them chatted in a mess for a while, and they didn't even know when they fell asleep.

The next morning, because they lived in Midtown and were not in a hurry to go to the FB campus, they leisurely went downstairs to have breakfast. Mark ate some oatmeal, and Eduardo had maple muffins. Mark saw Lance again. Rott Wood, the latter still had a gloomy expression.

On the way to work, Mark started typing on the keyboard again, as if no one was there.Eduardo thought that Mr. Moss' affairs had been dealt with, and when he was about to arrive, he glanced at Mark's notebook, wanting to see what he was busy with and whether the situation had changed again.

As a result, he leaned over and saw that Mark was in Root Wood, Helan.

Eduardo:  …

When getting out of the car, Eduardo tried to explain to him, saying, "He's a cedar avant-garde, I'll ask him about something."

Of course Mark knew that they had agreed that Eduardo would be in charge of the capital side and he would be in charge of the media, but this did not prevent him from feeling that Lancelot Wood was particularly unpleasant.

Mark glanced at him sideways, snorted softly, and went straight into the office building.

Eduardo walked behind, feeling that the surrounding area was cold.

In the evening, Eduardo’s business in Singapore hadn’t been dealt with, and he was on the phone and couldn’t stop until he finished talking about the matter, and he couldn’t let Mark know that he had shifted his focus of work, so he had to send Mark away in advance. .

When he finally got back to their suite at the Regency, Mark was still sitting in front of his desk, the light off his laptop shining on his face so grimly that he looked like a villain from a superhero movie.

Eduardo didn't have dinner, and neither did Mark. The two of them ordered room service. While waiting for the meal, Eduardo asked him, "Have you become busy recently?"

"A little bit, the PR side discussed it and gave a new plan, and I agreed."

"What new plan?"

"Launch a new product to wash away the negative news on the first few pages of search engines."

"What project?"

"Leia."

"!" Eduardo was shocked, he didn't expect this could really come true.

"What's your expression?" Mark saw Eduardo's dazed expression, and his expression returned to normal, and then said: "It's just the first generation, not mature enough."

"Hardware problem solved?"

"I have some clues—Troy Miller, you still remember, his laboratory has newly synthesized a high-polymer material AP-76."

"Then you two are going to work together."

"It's started, but you're too busy to go to the lab."

Seeing this, the topic was discussed, and Eduardo explained in a low voice, saying that he didn't know people in the New York capital circle very well, and he just wanted to know a little news from the circle. "

Mark just looked at him and didn't say anything. Just as Eduardo was about to ask again, the guest room bell rang, and the food delivery person came, so he didn't continue talking.

When resting at night, Eduardo went to bed early, and Mark turned on the wall lamp on his side of the bedside table to read ACM journals.Today they had a quarrel, and Eduardo didn't ask to sleep together.

Mark flipped through several pages, but couldn't read anything.Although he usually treats his profession with a humble face, in fact, he regularly reads journals to see the rigidity of his colleagues.This activity calms him down every time, except today.

He was distraught not by Lancelot Wood, but by himself.

He hacked his account, saw his credit card records, and made a perspective based on his itinerary on FB. He could easily see what they did. That itinerary was really special and romantic.

In fact, I don't talk about Lancelot, just talk about Sean, and I get along very well with Eduardo. They are very happy and can complete each other's stalks.

At this time, he had just tried a more serious relationship with Eduardo, but it seemed that his old problems had returned.

He always suspects that he will be tired or bored when he is with him.

He knew he was special to Eduardo, he was always sure, but now he couldn't be sure.

He's learning to be a normal person, to get along like a normal couple, but he just can't; the more he tries, the more frustrated he becomes.

He knew that if he let this mood go on, he would mess everything up again.

Mark turned off the light, and the brilliant lights outside the window projected in. The night was gentle, and Eduardo lay on his side, looking soundly asleep.

Mark turned and hugged him lightly into his arms, thumbing his wrist bones, feeling like he still had the man.

"Wardo, I try to be nice to you, tell you some jokes, learn to be casual and cool. But I can't do it, I'm a boring person by nature. I think, the most romantic thing I can do to you Things, like this, tell you my feelings objectively and calmly, without escaping or whitewashing.

The most romantic thing I can do is to let you see my vulnerability. "

"When I'm with you, I always worry about gain and loss, and I hate it.

Because the most important thing in my life is to maintain a rational self.

If this can have you, I would. "

His voice was low in the night, but it was clear and emotionless, and it was the most beautiful narrative Eduardo had ever heard, better than Keats and Shelley.

He moved slightly, grabbed Mark's hand instead, and asked him, "Do you think so?"

"You shouldn't have heard that, Wardo."

"Don't you dare to say this to me when I'm awake?"

Mark didn't speak.

"I like you like this, I don't like you being casual and cool."

The two of them were quiet for a while, and Eduardo restarted the conversation, saying, don't you want to know about Lancelot Wood?I can tell you.

At the opening ceremony of Troy Company, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation. His eyes are so familiar to me. I have been facing this kind of eyes all year in 2010.I got a lot of news from him. He is the knight in front of the Cedar Consortium. He has a lot of high-quality information. He believes that people should be professional. Embezzling a small consortium but still feeling sad for the other's displaced children.

Pull his working wrist away, he's a nice guy, with good taste in music and painting.

Later, when we met more times, he began to question, he himself is keen and smart, he said that we two are not lovers at all, we just hate each other, and then he recommended himself as a pillow, and said to me, "The world of adults is Like this", he also invited me to cooperate internally and externally to kill FB and calculate retail investors.

I was irritable and nauseous, and I said, that's your adult world, not mine.

I slammed the door and went out, he came to chase me, and many of the things he said were actually quite similar to my thinking, and he is a nice person, I don't know why he became like this.

After I went out, I suddenly realized that this is the result of using other people's rules to set myself up. You do it and then you get lost, and I am like him. If I don't change, I will be like him sooner or later .

You said, you want to be an ordinary person, but none of us can be an ordinary person, we can only be ourselves.

I met a lot of cool and romantic people, but I didn't think anyone attracted me, and I only met you.

Eduardo's voice is soft and round, beautiful.

The two of them hugged each other for a while, digesting each other's overflowing emotions.

It was already late, and Eduardo yawned lightly, breaking the silence.

He said: "So, can we talk about things in the future? What's the use of making a fuss? Can we still break up?"

mark:···

Mark ignored him and said, "Go to bed—got it."

On the morning of returning home for Thanksgiving, Mark woke up early, and Eduardo was still on the verge of waking up. In the process of struggling, Mark came over and rubbed his face with a small towel.

Eduardo opened his eyes with difficulty, wanting to scold him, but when he opened his eyes, he froze.

Mark was sitting on the bedside table, holding a kitten in his hand. The small towel that Eduardo felt just now was the kitten's paw.

It was a little blue cat, a cub, looking at him curiously and ignorantly with open eyes.

"For you, Wardo."

Eduardo took the cat, stroked its soft down, and felt that his heart was soft with its down.

"I've been looking for it for a long time, and I finally found it."

"Ah."

"I have taken him to see beast, and he likes it very much."

"Ah."

"Wardo, you're fine, so don't be unhappy." Mark's voice was flat and low, and Eduardo knew it was his 'soft words made me feel a little bit overwhelmed'.

"Ah."

He was very happy.

He keeps saying he'll never have a cat, but how can he be serious, that's the same as I'll never call you.

But, wouldn't it be too sudden to send a pet directly?

Eduardo was moved in his heart, and then joked with Mark: "Then should you give me the key to the villa?"

"you want?"

Eduardo frowned, and based on his understanding of Mark, he could hear some danger from this sentence.

Mark turned and left for a while and came back, stuffing something cold into his hand.

"The key is a little bigger than the one in the West District."

"Isn't the West End pretty good?"

"I designed it all by myself. I don't know what you like."

Eduardo put the key in the palm of his hand, with fine lines separating his palm, and the coolness of the metal cooled the fiery palm.

He pouted and said lightly, "I don't know anything about it. I like you."

mark:···

Eduardo sat up a little bit, kissed the tip of Mark's feverish ear, and said, "It's okay not to move it, I like you, so I like your design too."

Mark was already up, but the two of them stayed in bed for a long time, and almost missed the lunch with their parents in Sleepy Hollow.