Someone Like YouMarkXEduardo

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The tropical fruit aroma of the shower gel lingered between the two of them. After the bath, the hot skin was properly wrapped by high-grade fabrics, and it was slightly hot under Mark's palm. What's more, this was no longer those unspeakable dreams , but a real touch of Wardo.

Because they were dressed too casually, Mark had to swipe his face to enter the restaurant. No one would recognize them as a young couple, and the uneasiness unique to a first date couldn't be ignored.

The bodyguards chose their seats, and got stuck when they were seated. After a short exchange, they decided to sit on the same side in order to be more "real". The bodyguards sat not far away.

The two pretended to be calm and ordered the meal. Mark was worried about how to start the conversation, and Eduardo was worried about how to behave like MB. They didn't bother to appreciate the famous 360-degree invincible view of this restaurant. It was a big waste.

"...So, have you considered going back to your country?" Mark wanted his voice to sound relaxed and casual.

Eduardo picked up the water glass and took a sip, "...doesn't rule out this possibility".

"It's good to go back to China", Mark tried not to look so eager, "Dustin and Chris miss you very much, do you want to meet them?"

"I miss them too," Eduardo thought of his old friends, and relaxed a little, but he quickly remembered the setting, "I'm not sure I have time, after all, I have a mission to do. I have to meet mine when I'm done." Parents."

"Of course, of course", Mark encouraged Eduardo's behavior of strengthening the setting, and after thinking about it, he asked carefully, "Since I came back to see your parents, I mean, are they not angry?"

Eduardo was silent for a moment before replying curtly, "Much better."

Then he turned his head and looked out the window, concentrating on admiring the unfamiliar city, obviously not wanting to continue the conversation.

Mark was a little annoyed, but didn't show it, and turned sideways to the direction out of the window, looking like he was holding Eduardo in his arms, but in fact the contact area between the two was very small.

The night has fallen, the window is bustling, the lights and tall buildings make people feel lonely, the body temperature is transmitted through the touching place, the appropriate temperature bewitches the warmth of snuggling, the back puts the weight on the chest, and they are finally leaning together , as if two beasts who once fought against each other for the territory came close for a while to keep warm and compromise, and it seemed that they were originally an inseparable whole.

The waiter who served the food woke up Eduardo, he gave Mark a complicated look, and almost moved to the opposite position as if running away.

The food here is worth the price and delicious.

A pair of best friends, Louis and Kevin, ate at this restaurant, and Kevin, who was looking for reflective objects to check his handsome face, found the big news.

Kevin: "Holy crap, is that Mark Zuckerberg? He's dating?"

Louis: "Really, I want to take pictures and put them on Twitter! Maybe there will be a wave of followers! But I didn't expect that he is also gay, and he wears a migrant worker every day (disgusting face)."

Kevin: "I'll come too. Didn't the magazine say that he used to be a scumbag to his girlfriends? What's the most annoying thing about bisexuality. Tsk tsk, you see, he really doesn't like physical contact as the legend says, and he's dating such a super handsome man, unexpectedly And let people sit across from each other.”

Louis: "Reckless, but he's super rich."

Kevin: "Dreaming, there is a date of that level, you think he will fall in love with you."

The bodyguards came to ask Mark how to deal with someone taking pictures. In the past, there was no need to ask about this kind of thing, because Mark didn't care about it at all. This time it involved the boss's sweetheart, so the bodyguards decided to come over for advice. Mark looked at Eduardo inquiringly, this is exactly what Eduardo wanted, maybe the person who took the photo would sell it to gossip magazines or entertainment websites, Mark kindly told the bodyguards not to mind.

Eduardo struggles again with acting like MB, the FBI did train him, but it was superficial, since he was playing the rookie at the time. Eduardo is worried that the behavior of changing positions just now will be seen through, and he must give the whistleblower some information, right?

"Try the taste?" Eduardo looked up, and Mark handed over the fork, on which was a steak cut into a suitable size for the mouth.

Mark stared at Eduardo, and Eduardo's eyelashes trembled slightly, so that Mark couldn't see his eyes clearly.

Eduardo leaned forward, leaning his elbows on the tabletop slightly, his slender neck stretched out in a wonderful line, biting off the food on the fork, gracefully like a cat. Eduardo returned to his sitting position, chewed and swallowed his food, and smiled, "Not bad, but I don't like black pepper very much."

Mark nodded, only to realize that he forgot to order wine, no wonder the waiter who ordered food was hesitant to speak when he left, Mark motioned for the waiter to come over, and asked Eduardo, "What would you like to drink?"

Eduardo picks up a cauliflower and throws it back on his plate, thinking of some nerd with a similar haircut, and he looks up at Mark with a defiant expression, "Apple martini."

Mark seemed to be stuck for a moment, and asked after a half-beat: "Are you sure? I don't think it tastes good, and I haven't touched it after drinking it once."

Eduardo couldn't see anything from Mark's face, honestly he didn't like the taste of apple martini, and he didn't get the upper hand, Eduardo forked the hapless broccoli, ate it, and said, "a cup mojito."

"Two glasses", Mark briefly gestured to the waiter.

The waiter nodded and walked away quickly. It was the one who ordered for them at the beginning. She wanted to remind them to order wine, but was scared away by Mark's impatient eyes.She went to the bar to hand over the order, took out her mobile phone and tweeted, "I ran into Mark Zuckerberg who came to date on shift today, he is so scary, his date is handsome and crying, but Zuckerberg won't let the handsome guy drink The wine I want to drink, 'I don't think it tastes good' is what the hell reason, and it's not for you, and the same goes for a tyrant's date."

Comments: "How do you know it's a date?"

Reply: "I'm sure, I saw Zuckerberg feed the little handsome guy with my own eyes."

Soon, this tweet was intercepted and added to the special page of the gossip website.

Dustin looked at Chris with a smirk, "Mark's bodyguard replied to the email, and that person is indeed Wardo, so I said that Mark couldn't do this to the second person. By the way, they asked if they could go to the company forum [-] and say monkey The boys are stuffing their mailboxes to the brim."

Chris smiled, "Approved. By the way, if you want to die, help them make a big one. With so much attention, you have to get back the right to speak, so as not to be splashed with dirty water. Go, open a 'Facebook monkey group' homepage , leave it to the monkeys to let them gossip, make it look like an insider broke the news, the tone can be cute but not obscene, forget it, let me check, the published content will be reviewed by me first, and they will go as soon as they can find out as much as they can. Dig, and you can help if necessary."

Dustin was about to move, "But Eduardo has obviously changed clothes, is there any inconvenience?"

Chris didn't expect Dustin to consider this issue, and rubbed Dustin's head in praise, "It's inconvenient, there's nothing you can do about it, the attention is there, sooner or later you'll be recognized, I've already sent an email to Mark to ask, before I get a reply We try to take this guy's identity away from Eduardo and muddy the waters."

Dustin expressed his understanding and geared up to find the monkeys to have a big game together.

Half an hour later, a homepage was freshly released.

[I heard that our boss is bent and we are dating. There is too much information. We can’t suppress the jealousy. No, Blessing’s heart is trying to dig out the story behind it in the internal forum. We will share as much as we can. Everyone is welcome. Gossip or keep us updated.Don't denounce us to the tyrant! 】

[Our reaction when we saw the date photo: hahahaha PS technology likes → Damn it’s not PS? → How could the tyrant have such a handsome date!We don't believe it!The reaction of the few girls: handsome guy marry me! PS It is said that D and C smiled evilly at the photo, feeling that there is a story. 】

【OMG, that feeding video!We thought tyrants could only fly people with a fork.The one who was flying over was Manson. He had a big bug that time, and he almost hit the nail on the head. Poor guy, he only dares to eat with a plastic fork. He is currently single and looks average. Is there a girl who is willing to take it away? 】

[Manson was very dissatisfied after reading the previous comment, and he asked for a clarification statement: All organs and parts of my body are functioning well! 】

[You guys even made a comparison picture, we also think it is similar to You-Know-Who, but to be honest, the possibility is very low, because the relationship between the boss and You-Know-Who is really... very complicated ! 】

[Let's put it this way, the company has a few unspoken rules related to You-Know-Who, one is allowed to scribble except for glass windows; Who was able to win the favor of the tyrant, and then was called by the tyrant to "fencing competition", and then was fired, and then there was no more.Tyrant's fencing is really good...]

Mark and Eduardo don't know that there has been a wave on the Internet. Inspired by Mark, Eduardo feeds him a piece of lettuce that Mark hasn't eaten before, but Mark doesn't seem to hate it. Eduardo was not discouraged, and tried several vegetables that Mark had never eaten before, and Mark ate all of them without changing his face, and even seemed to be in a good mood.

At his wit's end, Eduardo surreptitiously texts Chuck, "Do me a favor, how do you avoid acting like MB when you're eating in a fancy restaurant?"

Chuck was chatting with a group of MB seniors in full swing. He read the text message for help, and admired this person who looked like him. At this point, Mark must have ended, and he found another person who was willing to take him in such a short period of time. The guests who go to a high-end restaurant for dinner, want to worship him!This favor must be done!Only in the future will I have the opportunity to ask for some reception skills!But he himself had no experience, so he turned to his seniors for help. Everyone was very enthusiastic and quickly replied, "Don't stick to the benefactor. You can't speak loudly or bite your ears. Don't flirt with your feet or hands, but the last The first thing is to obey the patron, if he gets angry then the whole restaurant will know you are MB."

By Mark?whisper?But they're not sitting together now, cross it out; talking loudly Eduardo can't do it, cross it out; it's useless to make Mark angry, Mark doesn't say things like "you MB", he just says "you idiot ", crossed out; flirting with feet or hands?They shook hands...how do the feet work...

Eduardo lowered his head and swiped his phone while eating. Mark also checked his phone and saw the email from Chris. He checked the popularity of the topic and found it a bit difficult. The MB image in front of him has cooperated with the FBI, and this exposure is undoubtedly very dangerous. He replied and asked Chris to contact the FBI immediately. If there is any potential danger, they must kill this MB identity, so that no one can be sure that it is Eduardo.

Now Mark has to guide Eduardo to behave more like MB, he is not willing to do this kind of "mobbing" behavior too much, he has a headache for a while, he looks up and finds that Eduardo has put down his phone, and has been eating in silence for a while, Mark tries to start the topic, but The touch on his feet interrupted his train of thought.

"Wardo?" Mark picked up the wine glass, leaned back on the back of the chair, glanced under the table, and was surprised to find that Eduardo's feet were stepping on his own, and his toes moved slightly uneasily, looking inexplicably cute .

Eduardo endured a great deal of humiliation to do this, unexpectedly Mark stretched out his leg and gently "moved" his foot back, and he quickly put his foot back in his shoe, so embarrassed that he felt like he would never again looked up.

"Sorry, I have something I want to show you." Unexpectedly, Mark sat over with his glass of wine. Eduardo looked at Mark in surprise. Mark leaned over Eduardo's shoulder and put his mobile phone in front of Eduardo. Eduardo whispers in his ear, "Look."

Kevin: "My God, is this going to make out in public!"

Louis: "Calm down, just hook your little feet, hug your little shoulders, and whisper something. You don't even have a kiss. It's like you haven't done it before."

Kevin: "But this is Zuckerberg, did you film it?"

Louis: "It's already uploaded, and it gained 50 followers in an instant. Don't be too beautiful. Will posting selfies at this time lose followers?"

Kevin: "Yes."

"What do you mean?" Eduardo read Mark's reply to Chris's email, and the screenshots of various websites attached to Chris's original email.

"We can't reveal your true identity, that will bring you danger, won't it? We must be more careful next." Mark carefully observed Eduardo's expression, trying to find clues.

Eduardo was secretly surprised by the speed and influence of social networking sites, he nodded, he just wanted to cause trouble for Mark, but he didn't want his parents to find out that he was "dating" with Mark, he might be kicked out of the house of.

Eduardo's glass was empty, Mark finished his own glass, asked the waiter to serve two more glasses, stumbled to find a topic, and finally opened a breakthrough from the food in Singapore, barely reaching the atmosphere of talking and laughing.

Chuck left the MB party and hurried towards the hotel. After he read the gossip headlines, he couldn't suppress his idol worship. You know, it was Mark Zuckerberg that his father was afraid of!The senior who looked like him actually made Mark treat him to dinner!There is also feeding play!He is simply the god of the MB world!

Mark and Eduardo finally got better, as if they were back in Kirkland's dorm, when they were lying on the sofa on the sofa and chatting casually with a bottle of beer. Just when Mark wanted the time to pass slowly, Chuck broke through the defense line of the bodyguards and rushed In front of Mark and Eduardo, the master in the kung fu movie smartly learned, bowed and said loudly, "Please teach me how to be a successful MB like you!"

The air in the entire restaurant seemed to stagnate for tens of seconds.

Then the sound of taking pictures frantically sounded.

Eduardo buries his face close behind Mark, and he kind of wants to laugh, and inevitably feel ashamed.

Mark blocks Eduardo with one hand and rubs his temples with the other, retribution, definitely retribution.

"My God! Zuckerberg's dating MB!"

"CEO is reduced to supporting MB, the fate of the program ape" "Mark Zuckerberg is dating MB, is it a scam or a sex transaction? ""Sean Paker's tea is not cold, Zuckerberg continues to live a wandering life"...

"What did you say?" Mark glanced at the bodyguard and asked Chuck word by word.

Chuck was stared at by a snake -like cold -blooded eyes, like a small tree leaves in the autumn wind. "I me, I, I, I, I said that yes are", Mark is too lazy to listen to his nonsense. To smooth things over, he signaled the bodyguard to cover his mouth and carry him out.

Anyway, it’s almost time to eat. A few people were so excited by “catching a big news” that they even forgot to turn off the flashlight. Mark left the credit card on the table, pulled Eduardo up and walked out. Eduardo carried out the MB settings and did Docilely following Mark, flashes of light and clicks continued along the way, Eduardo covered his face, complaining in his heart that Mark's height was too short to cover it.

Chris, who has been chasing gossip, did not expect this kind of magical development, but luckily he had already prepared for it.

"What you don't know is that the boy who calls himself MB is the son of a Facebook shareholder!"

"MB? Love rivals are jealous? Why do both of them look like Facebook co-founders?"

"The Harvard years that can't go back, what Zuckerberg and Savarin have to say."

"After you left, all the MBs I found are like you" "Infatuated or playful?"Let's talk about doubles" "Singapore is safe, it's sunny"

[We don't have eight dates yet, but that boy's father is indeed someone who will come to the company for a shareholders' meeting, so (spread hands).To be honest, we are all gloating. After all, it is unscientific for a person like the boss to fall in love. I have a hunch that the follow-up will be very exciting. 】

Chuck, who was informed of Eduardo's identity by the bodyguard, was about to cry, "Can't you really let me go secretly, handsome guy? Is there a hemp rope? Is there a gun? I want to die quickly, no - help, I don't want to Die, Daddy, I don't want to be MB anymore, I will honestly find a permanent boyfriend, I don't want to die!"

Mark and Eduardo went back to the floor of Eduardo's room, and as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they saw Chuck who was crying and almost dehydrated. Poor, if they came back a step late, the child would probably faint from crying.

Eduardo raised his eyebrows, "How did you get past him, why is he so afraid of you?"

Mark was speechless, "It's obvious that he has a hole in his head..."

Mark threatened Chuck not to talk nonsense, and not to be MB anymore, Chuck was frightened and nodded, and Mark asked a bodyguard to take him away.

Eduardo stood in front of the door, making a gesture of seeing off the guests, without any intention of inviting Mark for a cup of tea.

Mark touched his nose to say goodbye.

The door behind them opens suddenly, and with a high-pitched roar, an animal rushes out, and Eduardo, quick-eyed, pulls Mark past him to block him. Mark was suddenly hugged from behind by Eduardo, feeling a little turbulent for a moment, and finally woke up to find a roaring Zhang in front of him, which seemed to rush up and tear people into pieces in a minute... Chihuahua.

Chihuahua, a small dog, is bold and loves to bark, a little nervous.

Eduardo seldom has anything to be afraid of. This kind of seemingly unstable, hyperactive small dog is one of them. He was bitten when he was a child and has shadows.

Mark saw that Eduardo was sullen and didn't speak, but his body was trembling slightly, obviously nervous.

Mark frowned deeply.

The bodyguard moved left and right, blocking the Chihuahua like a mountain. Mark took the room card in Eduardo's hand, turned around and put his arms around Eduardo's waist, and comforted him while opening the door, "It's okay, the bodyguard is blocking it, go in quickly, and it will come in when the door is closed." not coming".

When Eduardo recovered, Mark had already poured two glasses of water and put them on the coffee table, sat on another chair naturally, and asked him, "Do you feel better?"

"You...don't need to go back to the company? Is the computer still broken? Will it delay work?" Eduardo tried his best to express the meaning of driving people tactfully.

Mark seemed to be doing some psychological construction. He hesitated for a while before asking, "Wardo, are you delaying the time to go back to see your parents?"

Eduardo immediately got defensive, "What do you mean?"

Mark stared at Eduardo, slowed down, and said in a serious tone, "For your safety, I asked them to communicate with the FBI, and your mission has been completed. They want me to pass it on to you and ask if you need their help Eliminate the current identity, or make up the previous entry record, or you have your own ideas, in case you are retaliated against. They want you to contact them as soon as possible", and then he paused, "The following is what I want to ask Do you know that your actions will bring you danger? You agreed to such a dangerous task to meet your parents in order to enter the country. Now that the task is completed, why don't you go to meet them?"

"I, you don't know anything!" Eduardo was provoked by Mark's admonishing attitude.

Mark still looked serious, "Then you tell me. Wardo, you tell me."

"Everything was going well," Eduardo stood up and repeated, more emotionally, "Everything was going to go well, I was doing well in Singapore by myself, I had a new career, and I accepted it. Reality, I don't need you, and I don't need my parents," Eduardo turned to Mark, like a replay of Millionaire's Night, "and my parents, after two years of not hearing anything , popped up and said wanted to see me, and then the FBI and the mission and that Chuck showed up one after the other, and then you, you put me in this, this cranky uncontrollable mess again, I hate You Mark Zuckerberg", Eduardo is like a lion locked in a cage with no way to vent his anger, "I don't care who is right and who is wrong, I hate you, and I hate this state of my own, questioning myself, belittling Myself, you're the bastard Mark, tell me, what did I do wrong that my parents ignored me for two years in a foreign country? How wrong did I make you insist on diluting my shares to 0.03%? 0.03% Mark! You're humiliating me, you bastard, and your Facebook, I hate you for making me like this again, even if I ever had a false crush on you, you betrayed and abandoned me , Why did I take the initiative to come to see you, and fooled myself that I was taking revenge on you? This level of sex is not enough for Chris to practice! I was fine, why did you turn back? It seems that everything is me wrong?"

"It's not your fault", Mark also stood up, the hand that was trying to caress the side of Eduardo's face was slapped hard, his voice was trembling, "Wardo, these are not your fault, they are my fault."

Eduardo's eyelashes were wet, and the area not covered by the color-changing pupils was bloodshot, and his voice was weak after venting his emotions, as if he was about to cry, "You're an asshole, Mark."

"I know," Mark clenched his hands despite Eduardo's struggle, "I know, Wardo, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I'm sorry. Let's work things out together, huh? Everything will be fine, I swear. "

"go away."

"I'm never leaving again."

"Get out."

"I love you."

"asshole."

"I'm here."

"I don't know how to face my parents."

"I go with you."

"... Then you won't even be able to enter the house."

"...I can have someone hack the security chip."

"...How do you know my door has a security chip?"

"……I got it right?"

"Mark!"

The author has something to say: the exam is coming soon, the update will be more intermittent than before, and the update speed will resume around September 9, sorry everyone.Don't ask me why it became a digital chapter, please love me_(:зゝ∠)_