TSN—ME—What if

Although Sean Parker is out, he is still the cynical Sean Parker who likes parties and beauties.

When Sean abandoned his beloved nightclub to attend a celebrity reception and met Eduardo one day, he unconsciously opened his mouth wide and exclaimed, "Wow."

The blond supermodel Susan beside him looked suspiciously and asked, "Which beauty did you see?" Before getting the answer, Susan found the target, "Oh, that's Eduardo Saverin."

Perhaps it was the unusual tone in her tone, like the tone of a hunter seeing the prey, which made Sean a little bit apprehensive, and raised his eyebrows: "Do you know him?"

"Don't tell me you don't know him." Susan responded with a coquettish wink, "No, of course I know him, although he doesn't know me. I know you have a relationship."

"Origin? Aha, interesting description." Sean shrugged and leaned closer to Susan's ear, "Do you want to hear it?"

"if you do not mind."

"Actually, I mind." Sean smirked, his eyes fixed on Eduardo not far away to comment, "He looks really weird."

"He looks amazing." Susan disagreed.

"Is that Ronan er?"

"Obvious."

"How did he get in?"

Susan turned to look at him strangely, "Excuseme?"

"Sorry, I mean, how did he get in?" Sean showed an incomprehensible expression, "He's just... he's just a young master? He can't judge the situation and act blindly."

"It seems that your relationship is not deep enough." Susan rolled her eyes, "They met at Harvard, Ronan er like role-playing at that time, no one knew he was a err, it was a long story .”

"Looks like an interesting story."

Not far away, Eduardo looks meticulous, with champagne in his hand, talking and laughing with a group of peers.

Sean's strangeness is naturally the change of the other party, which can't be said, but, to be honest, that impulsive, undisguised young master who is like Mark Zuckerberg's mother chicken also has that side?

Elegant, confident, exuding the breath of a high-spirited winner in life.

Those few young people were only in their early twenties, but they attracted the attention of many people. They gathered together to chat, and occasionally shook hands with some seemingly high-ranking people.

Sean couldn't like Eduardo Saverin the first time he saw him.

He has shown to Mark Zuckerberg more than once that he and the other party are in the same group, and EduardoSaverin?There is a big gap with them.

What is the gap?The gap is that when you are exhausted from doing great things, some people are born to enjoy their achievements because they have a good background.

Sean doesn't admit it's bias.

Eduardo glanced over, he obviously saw Sean Parker, an old man, and he gestured to Sean for champagne and a smile before looking away.

That made Sean sick.

Mark Zuckerberg should really check this out. Sean thought viciously.

Of course Mark Zuckerberg can't see this, but Sean has a good eloquence, and he talks about his adventures to his friends vividly.

"Can you believe it? We were about five meters away, okay, maybe ten meters, and he didn't even greet me. Who does he think he is? The protagonist of the banquet?"

Dustin lay on the back of his chair. He needed a break after working 20+ hours straight, but he didn't want to. "So you're mad because Wardo didn't talk to you?"

Sean shook his head: "No, I'm not that stingy."

"Isn't that smile a greeting?"

"Hey! The point! The point is that we're so close, he can't come over and say hello or something? It's not that I want to see him so much, no, I don't want to, he should introduce me to Ronan□□er! Maybe Even if they don't know each other very well."

"Who?" Dustin tilts his head.

"That?" Chris, who had been listening all the time, could hardly make a sound.

"Yes."

"Who?" Dustin asked Chris.

"banker."

"The biggest." Sean gestured with both hands exaggeratedly.

"Oh." Dustin was clearly not interested, "I'm going to sleep."

"Seven hours," Chris reminded.

"Okay." Dustin stopped abruptly and asked Sean, "Why are you unfriendly to Wardo?"

"Huh?" Sean was at a loss.

"I think you're prejudiced against him."

Sean let out a strange cry: "Hey! He's gone! We're partners now! He's biased against us, not us against him, okay?"

"Actually, we're not partners anymore." Dustin shook his head.

Sean frowned: "So you're dissatisfied with me now because of that guy who is popular in other circles? Defending a friend who wasn't there? Oh! Friendly! It's a pity that this friend may be begging for mercy from others."

"Take your words back!" Dustin darkened and glared at Sean.

"Guys, what's wrong with you guys?!" Sean raised the decibel incomprehensibly, "You abandoned you, remember? He completely abandoned you because of some incomprehensible grievances with Mark! He Never even came back, and now you're speaking for him?"

"That's between Wardo and Mark," Chris said.

Dustin ignored Sean, opened the lounge door and left.

"I don't understand." Sean spread his hands.

Chris also stood up and said, "Sorry I can't throw you a party, as you can see, it's falling apart."

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