violent love affair

The signing process with Turner Films was so smooth that it is not worth mentioning that when Stella, the puppet owner of Starlight, signed her name on the theater purchase contract with a happy face, the sense of accomplishment in her heart was overwhelming, and she unconsciously put herself into the category of successful people.

It's a pity that this cognition was shattered in the subsequent press conference.

Du Zhuoyang, who attended the press conference as the chairman, suffered fierce interview attacks. Large and small entertainment newspapers and financial newspapers wanted to dig more talking points and news points from this exotic oriental man.

You know, these days, anyone who has anything to do with the word Hua Guo can easily make a lot of money.

Du Zhuoyang was impatient with all kinds of gossip questions one after another, and his half-wrinkled brows became more and more wrinkled under the snapping shots of various cameras.

Seeing this, Aji immediately consciously went to find the host of the press conference, making sure that the press conference ended within 3 minutes.

"One last question." The host, a beautiful blonde with big breasts and thin waist, said while winking at Du Zhuoyang.

"I want to ask Mr. Du." The person who grabbed the microphone was a young man with an obviously Asian face, and he spoke pure Mandarin instead of English, "What is your relationship with Fang Shuping of Tianyi Foundation?" ? Will he be your lover?"

Du Zhuoyang quickly remembered the damn reporter who had yelled at him the same question before, the threat under the corners of his slightly raised lips was malicious and concealed, and then he answered four words lightly: "Is he worthy?"

After the press conference ended, the reporters did not completely disperse. Some of them wrote their website drafts on the spot, some chatted with the staff to try to dig out more information, and some reluctantly followed Du Zhuoyang through the side door. Want to do an interview.

Wang Yi walked out of the conference hall of this five-star hotel, and walked out slowly with the flow of people, looking at the camera in his hand while walking——

The man in the camera frowned slightly, and the lines from the end of his eyes to the corners of his lips were still flawless under the exposure of the flash. The slightly absent-minded eyes not only did not lower the perception of him, but highlighted his kind The aura that only comes from being in the top position for a long time: casual but full of presence.

Wang Yi's footsteps couldn't help slowing down, and he couldn't help stretching out his fingers to trace the line of the man's face on the camera.

"Mr. Wang, please go this way." Wang Yi who had just entered the underground parking lot was stopped by a tall white man.

"I...my car is over there." Wang Yi pointed to the front left of himself, and looked at the man in a black suit and black sunglasses with a little trepidation.

There was a suspicious bulge on the man's waist, and he undeniably made a blunt gesture of "please".

It was only then that Wang Yi realized that in the parking lot where people usually come and go, at 4:[-] p.m., when the traffic should be the largest, there were no ghosts except him and the man in black, and the surroundings were so quiet that he could hear them. The sound of the electric current to the lamp tube.

After opening his mouth, Wang Yi rationally suppressed his objections, and silently followed the man to the side of the Buick.

"You're still wearing sunglasses in the underground garage, can you see things clearly?" Wang Yi asked before getting into the car.

After a long circle, the Buick stopped in front of a villa on the outskirts of Weier. Wang Yi, who was pushed and taken out of the car, had several bruises on his cheekbones and corners of his lips.

Before Wang Yi, who was rubbing his face, could see where he was, the camera and notebook were searched and taken away.

"My..." The blurted words came to an abrupt end when he saw the man in black who brought him shake his fist threateningly. After accepting a series of personal security checks, Wang Yi dared not speak out. The ground was brought into the gate of the villa.

Big, big.This was Wang Yi's first feeling.

The European-style gate is huge, the evergreen trees lined up along the courtyard wall are huge, the swimming pool in the courtyard is huge...even the Tibetan mastiff tied to the gate is astonishingly large.

After being brought into the villa, Wang Yi was pushed into the room on the east side of the hall before he could clearly see the patterns of the wool carpet under his feet and the huge crystal chandelier above his head.

The same woolen carpet, delicately carved mahogany long table and colorful lamp decoration, the difference is that there is a man sitting behind the long table.

"Mr. Du!" Wang Yi became so excited that he even forgot the pain of being beaten all over his face.

Du Zhuoyang ignored him, but turned his attention to the man in black who brought him, "Ed, it seems that you have taught him a lesson?"

The man who took off his sunglasses after seeing Du Zhuoyang lowered his head respectfully, "Boss, he talks too much nonsense."

Du Zhuoyang waved his hand casually to make Ed retreat, and finally gave Wang Yi a straight look, and said meaningfully: "If you talk too much nonsense, sometimes you may not only get beaten, but also lose your life."

On the long mahogany table in front of Du Zhuoyang, Wang Yi's camera and notebook were placed.

Aji took a bold step forward, picked up his notebook and smashed it on the camera - under the force, the broken parts flew out in all directions, and even a few small screws splashed into the red wine glass in front of Du Zhuoyang.

Du Zhuoyang picked up the wine glass and slowly poured the wine on the electronic products that had been smashed beyond recognition: "I will pay him a new set."

Wang Yi rushed to the front of the long mahogany table, grabbed the corner of the table with both hands, and shouted hoarsely: "How could you drop my camera?! In there...in there..."

——There is a photo of you in there!

"Oh?" Du Zhuoyang raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile, "There's only my photo in there." Wang Yi clenched his teeth and didn't speak, his face was red and white.

"Weigh it first before speaking in the future, otherwise I won't guarantee what will be broken on the table next time." Du Zhuoyang put the empty wine glass aside casually, "Aki, see off."

Wang Yi couldn't bear it anymore, he waved Aji's hand away, and then several pairs of arms held his shoulders at the same time, and then struggled desperately towards Du Zhuoyang, "Young Master Du! I didn't ask you that question for Write a small gossip! I... I..."

He only had time to say this before he was firmly pressed down on the long mahogany table. The contact between his lips and teeth and the table was so close that there was no gap left. tubular objects.

...It's a gun...Wang Yi felt his thoughts suddenly stagnate and become blurred...

Unlike those native-born American reporters, Wang Yi, who is half-blooded in Huaguo, visits his mother in Huaguo every year. He clearly knows the huge dark world represented by the three words "Du Zhuoyang" and the dark world that this dark world has. Amazing influence.

In an instant, various execution methods commonly used by the underworld appeared in his mind one after another.

Du Zhuoyang looked with great interest at Wang Yi who suddenly struggled violently and froze suddenly, and raised his hand to signal his subordinates to let him go.

The arm on Wang Yi's shoulder loosened its strength, but the muzzle of the gun on the back of his head remained stable without any deviation.

"You what?" Du Zhuoyang looked into Wang Yi's eyes, although there was a smile in his eyes, they were cold.

"I..." Wang Yi hadn't recovered from the brainstorming just now, and he gasped as if he was out of control, "...I just want to know if you have..."

Reason came back at the last moment, swallowing the next words to be spoken.

"Do I have anything?" Du Zhuoyang's face darkened. He was extremely concerned about being forced half a month ago. Anyone who said a word even if it was irrelevant would be suspicious for a long time.

The subordinates standing in the room are all old people who have been with Du Zhuoyang for a long time, and they can understand the slight changes in the prince's tone and mood. He simply turned around and gave him a hard blow, then pushed him down on the table again.

Wang Yi twisted his body with difficulty and looked at Du Zhuoyang persistently. His head was throbbing with pain after being hit hard by the gun butt. The blood winding down the hairline quickly found a breakthrough from the temple, and then flowed into the eyes along the corners of the eyes. There was a bloody mist before his eyes.

At the end of the mist, Du Zhuoyang's indifferent eyes were full of coldness, but there was an almost cruel tenderness in the background of the diffuse blood samples.

Wang Yi felt his heart beat suddenly out of control, and he blurted out without thinking as if he had been cursed: "...I just want to know if it is possible for you to accept me!"

Then, he saw Du Zhuoyang raised the corners of his lips, and asked sarcastically, "What if my answer to that question is 'yes'?"

"So what?" Wang Yi made a strong effort, and the two people holding his shoulders were caught off guard by him, and he was about to give him another slap when Du Zhuoyang waved his hand.

Taking the opportunity to stand up straight, Wang Yi vigorously wiped the blood on his face, and shouted in despair: "So what? Even if you are with him, I still have a chance! As long as you can accept men, you can accept me." Maybe!"

Du Zhuoyang looked at the man who was struggling to stand up straight in front of him despite being in a state of embarrassment: the man was not ugly, his complexion was fair but he didn't have the thick hair of a Caucasian, the outline of his nose and eyes was very European but his face was clearly oriental , and probably because he has been engaged in writing work for a long time, although he is tall, he has a slightly slender muscle profile than ordinary people...

Of course, all this didn't impress Du Zhuoyang in the slightest. The lovers he had in China had never had gender differences, and there were many who had far better looks and temperament than this little reporter.

What really moved Du Zhuoyang's heart was the stubbornness and desperate persistence of the man when he shouted, which reminded him of a hug before leaving Huaguo a year ago - such a hug that exhausted all his strength, but after The countless hours he spent together gave him the strength to recall, but the dull pain that tore everything but had nowhere to use his strength when he looked at Shao Yichen's back as he opened the car door and drove away, has not healed until now, but has become a pain in his heart. A dark wound.

Now, he saw the familiar pain in Wang Yi's eyes.

Without even realizing it, Du Zhuoyang had already slowed down his tone, "I'm not interested in you, I'm in a good mood today, the joke you told is good, but I just heard it once is enough. Ah Kei, give this reporter the latest model camera and laptop, and send him back."

After finishing speaking, he left no room for Wang Yi to reply, and got up and left the room.

Aji, who came back from seeing off Wang Yi, carefully held a glass of mint ice water, and replaced the cigar between Du Zhuoyang's fingers with mischievous eyes.

Du Zhuoyang glanced at him noncommittally, and took a sip of water casually: "Or the person who arranged for Ed to send it?"

"No," Aki put his hands behind his back, trying to create a "I'm obedient" gesture, "Mr. Wang refused us to send him, and left by himself."

"Huh?" Du Zhuoyang put the cup back on the table and asked with a monosyllabic particle.

After scratching his head in distress, Aki replied, "He said he would walk back by himself, so he could remember where you live, and later... later..."

Classmate A Ji, a semi-literate young man who only went to junior high school, racked his brains to think of a synonym for "pursuit" and slandered reporter Wang Yi hesitantly.

——It’s just that half of the Chinese people dare to have this kind of thinking about Du Shao. It’s not my race. Its heart must be different, and the outside world must be settled first. When will President Fang come back blabla...

Du Zhuoyang ignored the second half of Aji's words. He walked to the window on the side of the road, opened the curtains and looked out: there was a small black spot moving slowly on the distant road, and it was a full distance from the main road of Vail City. There are tens of kilometers...

This person, surnamed Wang?

While thinking this way, he said to Aki: "Then... let's move."

Moving or something is the most annoying thing!Aki tearfully looks at Prince Du to beg him to change his mind.

It's a pity that Du Zhuoyang didn't even look at him, picked up the Glock in his hand and went to the shooting range.

Fang Shuping, who was 12 time zones away, never expected that he would have an extra competitor, and it seemed that this competitor had a higher favorability with Du Zhuoyang than him.

...In fact, this sentence is a bit biased. Fang Ershao doesn't have the word "favorability" in Prince Du's heart. Not using the word "malicious 100%" to define it has already given him enough face.

At this time, Fang Shuping, who stunned his elder brother with his three-inch tongue, was full of complacency, deeply proud of himself for removing another mountain of obstacles in his emotional path, and was dealing with it efficiently. The accumulated domestic affairs, so that I can fly back to the United States to see my daughter-in-law as soon as possible.

Under such circumstances, for the second young master, the word "good luck" is not enough at all, is there any...