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At the end of the weekend, I had a dream. In the dream, he was holding a big rock and striding up the hillside.

There were many people around, all with the same blank face, nothing but black eyes and mouths.

The stone in his arms was very heavy, and it took almost all his strength to hold it, but he had to pretend to be extremely relaxed on weekends and weekends, deliberately looking left and right, making witty words, chatting and laughing with those dull-faced people .

No one responded to him, and he heard himself say, "I'm not tired at all, I don't need help, it's very comfortable."

The people around gave out low and uniform laughter, and began to nod with the same frequency and amplitude, and a large piece of black hair floated up and down, like a black tide.

"Little Master Zhou is really amazing."

"Little Master Zhou is really free and easy."

"Young Master Zhou is really free."

The humming sound, they said, was more annoying than the monks chanting in the temple.

At the end of the week, he followed their words and became complacent. He stepped more briskly, took a few steps forward, and looked up to see a familiar face.

That face had the mellowness and calmness of an adult man, and at the end of the weekend, he smiled at the person who was taller than everyone else, hugged the stone in a circle, and said, "Uncle, what are you doing here? "

"I'll help you hold it," the man stretched out his arms and opened his arms, "I'll also help you lead the way to the top of the mountain."

At the end of the weekend, he looked down at himself, suddenly strode back, shook his head again and again, and said loudly: "No, no, I gave it to you, so I have to walk with you all the time!"

He missed his foot and rolled down the hillside with the stone in his arms. The heavy stone pressed against his chest, making it hard to breathe.

At the end of the weekend, I kicked my legs, struggled to take a breath, and woke up from the dream.

He didn't open his eyes, the feeling of almost suffocation in the dream still weighed on his body, and the light quilt became a burden.

The person on the phone by the window didn't realize that he was awake. The consciousness of the weekend still had the lingering aftertaste of the humiliation and punishment imposed on him by that person before he fell asleep. An extremely intense sexual act emptied him The energy seems to have broken some kind of persistence, and cracked it.

Close your eyes at the end of the weekend, try to keep your breathing even and constant, and listen to the sporadic words from the window with your ears up.

Bai Yueyang seemed to be suppressing his anger, he said: "Who the hell used your grandson to help me?!"

Well, is this the first time I've heard Uncle Bai swear at others?At the end of the weekend, I counted my fingers in my mind, and after a few times, I started to get confused again.

Drowsy brain, limp limbs... All of these were awakened by Bai Yueyang's next words.

"Li Cang'er, I seriously warn you, don't meddle in my affairs with Mo Mo, or don't blame me for turning my back on you."

Hearing him say this at the end of the weekend, I felt as if someone was reaching into his chest and stirring vigorously, and I couldn't tell whether it was uncomfortable or comfortable.

He couldn't pretend any longer, as if he was woken up by the voice of Bai Yueyang talking on the phone, he murmured from his throat, and shook his eyelashes with his eyelids stretched.

Immediately afterwards, a warm palm pressed against his face and stroked it gently a few times.

Opening his eyes at the end of the weekend, facing Bai Yueyang's apologetic and regretful eyes, full of affection seemed to overflow from those calm and wise eyes, drowning him.

"Are you awake? Do you want a drink of water?" Bai Yueyang sat up with Zhou Mo halfway up, and stuffed a soft pillow behind his waist.

At the end of the weekend, I flattened my mouth, and the movement involved my waist and back. The soreness and swelling pain was like a stone smashing the calm water, wave after wave, expanding and getting bigger.

He was angry, very angry, but he didn't have the energy to express his shame and anger to the other party.

"Drink." The dry word was spat out by Zhou weekend in a vicious voice.

Bai Yueyang handed him warm water, and waited for him to finish drinking before saying: "Sorry, Mo Mo, I lost control."

At the end of the weekend, he was very confused. It was the kind of clueless chaos that went beyond his life experience and emotional experience. He couldn't find his way.After the big stone in the dream was pressed on the chest, it seemed that the flesh and blood had been smashed into the heart, and it was impossible to dig it out.

"Uncle Bai, you really know how to play when you are old and strong." He had no choice but to sneer indifferently, and then asked jokingly: "Take out all the beads, don't leave one and a half to make my stomach hurt."

Bai Yueyang really began to feel powerless, the child in front of him was almost impervious to oil and salt, and he was very skilled in Tai Chi.

"It's uncle's fault, it won't happen again, can I give you a new one?" He sat by the bed and grabbed the wrist that originally wore the bracelet at the end of the weekend.

"Forget it," Zhou Mo rolled his eyelids and gave him a sideways glance, "I'm so overwhelmed that I dare to ask for uncle's things. If I change it to a big red sandalwood bead this time, next time you get out of control again, I'll die!" Do you want more?"

Bai Yueyang called him helplessly: "Mo..."

"I'm hungry, I want Hong Zhuangyuan's five-vegetable porridge." Weekend drew back his wrist and turned his face to the side.

Bai Yueyang wanted to order takeaway, or ask his assistant to deliver it, but he was unwilling to wait on weekends and weekends. He lived not far from the nearest porridge shop, so he finally decided to go there himself.

When Bai Yueyang returned home with the packed porridge, no one was there on the weekend. The bed was still warm to the touch, and the bathroom was damp and full of steam. He probably got up and took a shower before leaving.

He wanted to go out to chase after him, but when he put down his things, he received a call from Ye Ling.

"Boss Bai, please go back to the company immediately. "Weather vane" has received a contribution from an anonymous person. The content of the revelation is related to the reputation and privacy of Mr. Weekend, so I can't explain it clearly on the phone."

Assistant Ye's cold voice didn't fluctuate at all, but her speech speed was so insignificantly faster than usual, it was this that made Bai Yueyang realize that the matter was really urgent.

He had no choice but to put aside coaxing people for the time being, and instead went out and drove back to the company.

Ye Ling sent the electronic version of the anonymous submissions received by the "Wind Vane" magazine department to Bai Yueyang's mailbox, and when he arrived at the company, he accompanied him to read and explain the situation.

The electronic file is very large, almost as many as a G, and it is full of mosaic photos, with various contents, and the main characters are all weekends and weekends without exception.

At first glance, the photos are stolen from various sources. They are group photos with various men at different time periods on weekends and weekends. There are many of them with intimate actions, physical contact, or entangled eyes. Some of them even show me and him. During these days, when they were dating, some of the scenes of cuddling and hugging, even Bai Yueyang himself had no memory of it, and he didn't know when it was secretly photographed.

Ye Ling silently observed the boss's face, seeing that he was still calm and calm, and he didn't show any expression of anger or jealousy, so he let go of his heart halfway, and said: "The editor-in-chief received a voice change later. The other party said that "Wind Vane" is the first choice, and if he does not agree to cooperate, he will find another place. He also said that the original documents and photos in his hand are not coded."

"What does he want?" Bai Yueyang frowned, his tone was as dark as clouds, but he looked at it calmly, "Money or fame? Once this kind of thing is exposed, unless someone is willing to go all out to protect him, otherwise with the power of AI, I'm afraid It will be difficult for this person to gain a foothold in the imperial capital. Why didn't he contact Mo Mo first to clarify his psychological price?"

Assistant Ye shook his head, "It's not for fame or fortune, I just want to destroy Mr. Zhou's image."

Bai Yueyang had a terrible headache, the internal conflict hadn't been resolved yet, and the foreign enemy came to attack again, what kind of image could that unlucky kid have at the end of the weekend, he could go to Nantianmen with a stick.

He couldn't get angry, Bai Yueyang looked at the photos in the folder, there were several familiar faces, Qin Mu, Xia Yicen, Brother Yao, Lin Que... There was even a weekend-end university student whom he met in England. alumni.

He knew the character of Young Master Zhou, he knew that he was affectionate and promiscuous with everyone, he didn't pay much attention to his words and deeds, and he could enjoy flirting with anyone he caught.

But the public doesn't understand that if these things are put in front of people's eyes, they will only draw a conclusion that their private life is corrupt.

Further down, it was a birth certificate from a hospital in the UK, with a photo of a newborn baby attached to it.The child hasn't grown up yet, his eyebrows and nose are wrinkled, but it can already be vaguely seen that it is a mixed race.

Bai Yueyang carefully looked at the paragraph in the submission about the origin of the child. It said that Mr. Zhou broke up with his alumni girlfriend and returned to China on the eve of graduation, and unilaterally abandoned his girlfriend and the three-month-old child in his womb.Because Western countries are against abortion, the child's mother gave birth to the child half a month ago, and couldn't contact her last weekend, so she had to temporarily raise her by herself.

"This... kid, is it true?"

Ye Ling replied: "It hasn't been checked yet."

Bai Yueyang pondered for a moment, and ordered: "Refuse to cooperate, contact other platforms that may expose these things, suppress the matter, and investigate the child's matter."

"How to deal with anonymous contributors?" Assistant Ye did not comment, but only asked.

Bai Yueyang sighed, glanced at Ye Ling, and said with a wry smile: "Who else is there? Zhao Ning is really deliberate. Where is he working now?"

"It is said that it has established itself," Assistant Ye recalled, "The new company is not in the imperial capital, but in the coastal provinces."

"Then leave it to Chi Wei, I'll contact him," he squeezed between his brows, and added: "Don't let the news out in advance, suppress it if you can, and don't let Mo Mo know."

Ye Ling responded, turned around and left.

Bai Yueyang stared at the photo of the mixed-race baby for a while, and at this time, he couldn't make any more troubles. I'm afraid that if there are more troubles, that erratic Mr. Zhou will go away completely.

He saved the photo of himself and the scanned copy of the child's birth certificate in the computer, looked at the other group photos masochistically, and poked the face with his finger on the screen that smiled heartlessly at the end of last weekend , resigned to fate and cursed: "Little villain, you're so silly."

Then, he completely deleted those messy photos and manuscripts.