How to trap a runaway puppy [Entertainment]

The annual conference of the beloved brand in Paris started on time.

Although Thomas sometimes can't keep up with the rhythm, he is also the heir of the Mitic family, so after training hard and practicing many times, his performance on stage is really good.

Both Yi Bo and Jing Hui could see that the face of Duke Mitic sitting in the middle of the first row...was not particularly dark and dignified.

Jing Hui and Yi Bo stood at the corner of the venue.

While controlling the field and directing, chatting at the same time.

Jing Hui: "Look at Duke Mitic, his face was so stinky when he entered the arena..."

Yi Bo: "In fact, Thomas' design is remarkable. I don't know why Duke Mitic is so opposed to Thomas' majoring in design."

Jing Hui winked: "Because the noble Mitic family doesn't like that third-rate industry! Clothing design for the stinky? The strict Duke Mitic won't allow it. It's like letting an old man It’s as if an old man knows about breast augmentation, nose augmentation, and double eyelid surgery. Old stubborn people don’t like all trendy things.”

Yibo looked at Thomas who gave a passionate speech, "There is no high or low in the industry."

"Oh, that's just civilian talk."

Jing Hui giggled, "How can our long-established aristocratic family do things to please others? Only people's livelihood, economics, finance, or energy can catch their eyes in the industry. Others? "

Yi Bo said indifferently: "I heard that my father even worked in an underground band in England before."

Jing Hui laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, don't talk about it, my father said it - the old Duke Meroving was almost killed by your father!"

Yi Bo glanced, "Huh?"

Jing Hui said: "The newspapers in those days wrote: [Shocking! Little Meroving ran away from home and hung out in unscrupulous clubs in London to curry favor with British guys and make a living as a performer!] You didn't know that old Meroving almost lost his temper at that time. heart disease."

Yi Bo: "...as if you saw it with your own eyes."

"Oh, don't get too deep into it. Of course my father saw it! In short, these industry issues have been dissed in our French noble families all the year round. Who cares about whom? Even——"

Jing Hui pointed to himself and Yi Bo meaningfully.

"Even the bloodline is being gossiped by those gossiping women every day."

Yi Bo lowered his head slightly, "You still care about this."

Jing Hui said frankly: "Of course—of course I don't care now. But more than ten years ago, when I was young, I especially remembered that when my mother was partying with those dukes, earls, and even viscountesses, I couldn't lift my head for a long time. neck and forever dodging eyes."

Jinghui's mother is also of mixed race.

Therefore, although Jing Hui has family-standard emerald green eyes, he also has dark hair.

Yi Bo said: "You have no inferiority complex at all."

Jing Hui is enthusiastic and lively, and he gets along very well with everyone.

"Naturally there is a reason. Fortunately, I ran fast. I didn't grow up in France when I was a child. I studied in England and didn't come back to France until college. Otherwise, I might have some childhood shadows."

Yi Bo nodded lightly.

"That's why your father was more enlightened and was willing to marry a lady of impure blood at that time."

Jing Hui was embarrassed, "Although he is open-minded, I think it is more for the money of his mother's family? How should I put it? At that time, Toulouse-Rotchek encountered a family crisis, so he relied on his mother to rescue him." On the field. My dad has nothing to do, so he can only promise with his body."

Yibo: "..."

Does your dad know you say that about him?

"Ahem, it's not important."

Jing Hui straightened his tie solemnly.

"But I didn't expect that Duke Mitic, who is known for being strict and rigid, would play so well with my easy-going father and your rebellious father? It was beyond my expectation."

Yi Bo said indifferently: "They are all in one place, and there are only a few dukes in the whole country. If you don't look up and look down, do you want to make the relationship deadlocked?"

Jing Hui: "..."

Speechless.

"Platinum, you are not romantic at all."

He frowned and poked Yi Bo's arm, "You can obviously say, oh, they share similar tastes, their personalities are not barriers, they have a common language and hobbies, etc..."

Yi Bo hooked his lower lip very lightly.

"There is no congeniality, it's all about interests."

He raised his chin indifferently to the podium, "Look at Thomas, without my first investment at that time, would I know him, and you?"

Back then at the French Royal Academy of Arts, Yi Bo, who had just entered school, was alone and hardly communicated with anyone.

By chance, he became an angel investor, and it was only then that he got entangled with Thomas and Jinghui.

Later, it was a coincidence that they discovered that several of them were from the duke family, so they became friends.

Everyone has their own abilities and matching family background.

This is how we can go through these years together.

……

Yi Bo said lightly: "The binding of interests will last for a long time."

Jing Hui rolled his eyes.

"Dear Platinum, why are you always so pessimistic! Can you be more romantic? Look at me and Thomas - no, don't look at him. See what I'm drawing of you, showing your beauty? I'm sorry I only like sexy Beauty. Isn't this still a good brother?"

Yi Xiaobo was noncommittal.

To be honest, he doesn't make friends.

During those 18 years from birth to college, I had almost no friends.

The elder brother around him had too much aura, and later he became famous too early.

Everyone has a purpose in interacting with him, and no one just wants to know him personally.

Jing Hui took Yi Bo's shoulder carelessly, "Those who are worse than you will seek your interests, we will not. I wish I knew you since I was a child! In this way, brothers will teach you what is pure brotherhood from an early age."

Yi Bo endured so much that he didn't roll his eyes.

"When you were young, you didn't even dare to stay in France. You ran to England to hide, and you threatened to teach me to be a man?"

Jing Hui: "Hey, if I hadn't run away and stayed in France, I'm afraid I would have been squeezed out to death by that group of old-fashioned nobles 20 years ago!"

He pointed at his hair angrily, "Look, mixed blood means impure blood! In the 21st century, people really have less requirements for this, and now there is still you, little Merovingian, who is here to serve as a pawn in the circle." Good role model so they have less finger pointing and more."

Yi Bo looked at him.

Jing Hui rolled his eyes, "If I was bullied by those stinky fools when I was young, I might not be able to think about it! But look, how powerful I am now, I have managed my Toulouse-Rotchek house in order. Hmph, diss I'm all mentally handicapped."

In an instant, Yi Bo spoke softly.

"I do occasionally fantasize about how different I would be if I had grown up in France."

Jing Hui's thinking eyes flicked back and forth on Yi Bo's body.

Then strike immediately:

"I will probably be pissed off by the noble bastard who despises mixed races. Fortunately, you are not here! Huaguo is not bad, remember to invite me to play when you have time!"

Yibo: "..."

Yi Bo: "You still say I'm not romantic? Get lost."

The two talked for a long time, and Thomas finally finished his speech.

There was a lot of applause from the audience.

Yi Bo watched the rigid Duke Mitic stand up with everyone, clapped his hands slowly, and finally gave Thomas a positive look.

Yi Bo said softly, "I hope Duke Mitic will be satisfied."

Seeing the Duke of Merovingian and the Duke of Toulouse-Rotchek walking towards this side together, Jing Hui smiled.

"I hope Duke Merovingian is also satisfied!"

Louis walked to Yi Bo's side.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed man had a gentle and elegant smile.

He took off his gloves slowly, and gave the child a face-to-face kiss.

"Honey, why don't you go up and talk?"

Yi Bo: "...Good morning, Dad. I won't be on stage until the afternoon."

"Oh." Lu Yi nodded in satisfaction, his eyes fell on Yi Bo's newly dyed hair.

"It's a nice hair color—what do you think?"

Louis looked at the Duke of Toulouse-Rotchek beside him.

The Duke of Toulouse-Rotchek said: "Yes, it looks very similar to when you were your age."

Louis laughed, "That's right."

"It's just that back then you dyed your blonde hair black, and now your child is doing the opposite."

"This is the tacit understanding between father and son."

Louis winked at the Duke of Toulouse-Rotchek.

After Thomas thanked him, he and Duke Mitic also walked over here.

The three majors and the three minors gathered together, attracting the attention of others.

It seems to be standing in the center of the world, but you can still hear the whispers of others.

"Ah, those three adults look so familiar."

"Yes...it's the noble duke."

"Person of the Year, on the European Rich List, Mitic, Toulouse-Rotchek, and Merovingian! You don't even know about this? It's too rustic. I wonder how you got in here."

At the invitation of Duke Mitic, six of them went to lunch together.

I happened to meet Alexander, who was walking happily with small steps, and was also dangling in the hotel lobby.

When Alexander saw Yi Bo, he wanted to rush up to get close to him, but he didn't expect that the expressions of the three big Buddhas around him almost scared him to tears.

So elegant and noble, I dare not pass by, ah!

While humming, I wondered if I couldn't get into the noble circle at all?

Turning around and walking out of the lobby, Alexander planned to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

Unexpectedly, I saw that handsome guy who survived in the wilderness.

Li-Zhan!

He got off a luxurious Bentley with a grim face and slightly squinted eyes.

Just this expression almost made Alexander scream.

However, when Alexander was about to rush to the car door to have a love encounter with Li-Zhan, unexpectedly the handsome guy walked to the back naturally, opened the car door very gentlemanly, and at the same time blocked the roof with his other hand.

Alexander thought to himself: Is this an invitation to... a girl?

Sure enough, a slender calf stepped out of the car next.

The lady is very elegant, standing indifferently, wearing sunglasses, can't see her face clearly, only her red lips and exquisite dress can be seen.

what?

Alexander was shocked, Li-Zhan is straight here?

No wonder, years of experience told Alexander he was not.

...The next second, the handsome guy who Xiao has been thinking about for many days said, "Mom."

Ma - Ma?

The next second, a man who looked very similar to Li-Zhan got off the other side of the car.

His aura is indifferent and has a strong sense of oppression.

It made Alexander tremble three more times.

Alexander: ...is this his father?This is a bit too strong for parents!

Suddenly, Alexander, who was killed by three French nobles and a Chinese family, couldn't help crying.

this year.

The handsome guy and the handsome guy both have a matching family background and are well-matched.

Can't we find a boyfriend?

No reason!

……

The press conference in Asia in the afternoon also opened as scheduled.

Before getting ready to go on stage, Yi Bo was grabbed by Young Master Xiao, who was standing tall and waiting outside the court for a long time, and took him to the lounge beside him.

Never expected... Ning Yiyu and Xiao Zheng were actually standing inside.

Yi Bo felt a little embarrassed when an elder whom he hadn't seen for many years suddenly appeared.

Uh……

He first glared at the calm young master Xiao, then rolled his throat and spoke in a low voice.

"Aunt Ning, Uncle Xiao...why are you here?...Long time no see."

Xiao Zheng had been standing in the innermost part of the room, with a strange expression on his face, and he didn't say much.

On the contrary, Ning Yiyu's eyes suddenly turned red.

Hearing Yi Xiaobo's nervous greeting, Ning Yiyu breathed a sigh of relief, and took a step forward to hug him.

"Little Bo..."

Ning Yiyu had just spoken, but suddenly found that her voice was a little choked, so she stopped it immediately.

Master Xiao closed the door and sighed.

"My parents and Duke Meroving have met."

Yi Bo understood, but was a little embarrassed to be hugged by Ning Yiyu.

"Ning, Aunt Ning...you know everything about my mother?"

Ning Yiyu let go of her arms, put her hands on Yi Bo's cheek and stared at him seriously.

"I know it all."

Yi Bo's voice was very soft, "Sorry, I didn't inform you in time..."

The thing about mom's death.

Ning Yiyu frowned.

"You child."

She also sighed, "Why do you have to apologize to Aunt Ning? You were a child at that time, and I didn't discover Nuan Nuan's physical condition in time, so I should apologize to you."

……

Ning Yiyu wanted to say a lot and ask a lot of questions.

For example, how have you been in the past few years, how are you, and whether you will be sad.

Thousands of words were blocked in his throat at this time.

After a long time, Ning Yiyu spoke hoarsely in the silence.

"I'm sorry Xiaobo, I made you and Nuannuan suffer."

Yi Bo was startled, never expecting that Ning Yiyu would say such a thing.

He thought for a while and said, "Don't say that, Aunt Ning. Mom never blamed you."

But what Ning Yiyu wanted to say was not this.

These days, she and Xiao Zheng also investigated the past.

Although the collected events are incomplete, from the mouths of the nannies, guards, and many tutors, they tried their best to dig out the unrecognizable childhood of a child many years ago.

With that bloody past, Ning Yiyu didn't know how to speak.

It never occurred to her.

Right in my own home, under my own eyes, the Nuan Nuan child received so many dark treatment.

She took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I understand a little bit about your childhood..."

Ning Yiyu lowered her eyes and covered her eyes, "It would be great if I could find out earlier."

I thought that providing the child with sufficient material conditions would allow him to grow up happily.

But there are so many nannies and tutors who follow the wind and follow the wind.

For Xiao He, they naturally dare not neglect.

But... what about Xiao Yibo?

Yi Bo stood at the door without saying a word.

"Cough cough."

Xiao Zheng also hurriedly opened his mouth, thinking about his wife's advice before he came, and hurriedly said: "Those people have all been fired! Some of them have committed crimes and were sent to the police station..."

The middle-aged man blushed a little, he was really not used to saying such soft words.

I could only twist my tongue forcefully, "Your brand is going to enter Asia, right! Tell uncle if you need anything!"

Only then did Yi Bo slightly bend his lips and laugh.

"Where did uncle say that? It was thanks to your help that I made my debut and entered the entertainment industry. I told my brother this morning, but I never had time to thank you in person."

Xiao Zheng: "Hey, that's a small idea..."

Ning Yiyu glared at him, then turned her head to stare at Yi Bo again: "This time, Aunt Ning wants to tell you... I'm sorry, I made you suffer before. I will make it up to you in the future, okay?"

Xiao Zheng also quickly added: "Yes, what, what do you need to tell uncle about the brand's business in Huaguo? Is the team set up? How about I send someone to you... Otherwise, the headquarters will be in the capital CBD, a few new buildings have been built recently, and the top floors of one building have not been planned yet..."

"Thank you Aunt Ning, thank you Uncle."

Yi Bo thanked softly, but his eyes were very calm.

"What happened when I was a child is over for me."

"Aunt Ning, you don't have to apologize to me, because the Xiao family also gave me a lot of things that others dare not imagine. In terms of emotion and reason, you don't owe me anything."

For example, he had private education since he was a child, and then went to the top Huaiqing Middle School, and finally got first-line resources and became a super idol in the entertainment industry.

The boy's voice was very soft: "You come to see my mother, she must be very happy. As for me, I have lived a better life than most people in the world. To be honest, I am already very content."

Ning Yiyu stared at him blankly.

The boy smiled lightly, his eyes sparkling.

"I'm grown up, it's fine."

Although he said it easily.

But Young Master Xiao, who had been staring at him closely, keenly caught the confusion in his eyes.

……

There is still a lot of helplessness.

Now it seems that this pair of charming dark blue eyes has a good ability to whitewash the peace since childhood.

—Brother, I’ll give you some strawberries.

——I got the first place in the school exam.

——I also played games with the children.

——The school is very good.

——…I have eaten it.

Like his eyes.

The sea water rushing up from all directions made Young Master Xiao feel extremely suffocated.

……

So has it always been like this?

I saw that you were waiting for me at home and was very happy to see me, so I think you are also very happy.

I see that you are as good at school as I am, so I feel that you are as effortless as I am.

……

I see that you are shining on the stage, and you are popular all over the country in the pursuit of tens of thousands of platinum streams.

Everyone said that platinum princes generally don't laugh, and laughing can kill people.

You laugh on stage.

Correct.

You just laughed, and I believed it.

Just like you're talking nonsense now.

- I have grown up.

How fucking true.

The author has something to say:

Baby Platinum ~ Awow

Brother is the only one who sees through the truth!hum~

So let's not be fooled by the appearance of others, we must know that there is a story behind everyone!

For example, the classmate who told you that he didn't review, and the classmate who didn't pass the exam, actually after the results came out...

It's almost the end of the term, come on hahahahaha