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"Not yet." With a helpless sigh, He Wenxuan knelt on the low couch with one leg, pressed Mingchen's shoulders with both hands, and pushed back the man who wanted to get up.

"There are still some accounts that need to be checked, and I probably don't have much time to accompany you today." He Wenxuan pressed Mingchen's shoulders with both hands, leaving pressed folds on the shirt with his fingers, and slid down the arm at an ambiguous speed until he grasped Mingchen. Grabbed the man's wrist.

"Hey, I'm not a child and I need someone to accompany me. In terms of age, I'm the one older than you." He lowered his head and glanced at the hands held by He Wenxuan. Ming Chen raised his bracelet with a slight smile After getting on He Wenxuan's waist, he raised his head slightly to look into the other person's eyes. At this moment, his gaze should be as gentle as a green spring in a pool of mountains and forests. "You have been working for a long time, and you need to rest for a while."

Is this a concern?

The fatigue in his eyes dissipated a lot, and the smile accumulated at the corner of He Wenxuan's mouth gradually became stronger. He held the man's shoulder and bent down to kiss him.

"This is my rest."

A long, wet kiss.

The door behind him was gently closed, and Ming Chen, who had left the room, took out a tissue and wiped his red lips from being bitten by He Wenxuan, crumpled up the tissue and threw it into the trash can beside the road.

The kissing skills are good, but a little boring.

After leaving He Wenxuan, Mingchen, accompanied by several bodyguards with both protection and supervision tasks, went to an Internet cafe in the clubhouse, and reported He Wenxuan's name. Mingchen got a very comfortable private room and a A very nice set of electronic equipment.

Sitting in front of the computer, the man typed two words: Mingchen

The fastest shortcut to get information is the Internet, but not necessarily the information you want can be obtained from the Internet, for example, looking at the few old news in the pop-up window, Ming Chen knows about " Most of his information has been deleted from the Internet.

There is no need to guess who erased the information and news about "Mingchen", a star who has been out of fashion for many years. Many people are often deleted by their owners when they become noble pets in the first district.

This is normal.

But this is a district, a high-end club in a city.

Glancing at the tightly closed door, Mingchen quickly tapped on the keyboard. It is not difficult for him to crack the password and increase his access to online materials.

【Destroyed】

The three big red characters jumped into the eyes, Mingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, even the nobles in the first district could not look up the information about "Mingchen", the He family destroyed his related information very cleanly.

This is not common.

View historical webpage information, the information has been destroyed.

After logging into the network sharing system, the information has been destroyed.

Log in to major entertainment forums on the Internet, and the relevant information has been destroyed.

Cleaned up so cleanly that it couldn't even be restored.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Ming Chen confirmed that the old information about him had indeed been completely destroyed. Apart from knowing that he was a star in the past, no more specific information could be found at all.

This is not only uncommon, it is not even possible for ordinary people to do it.

He was Tyrell, and there was no information in this world that he was looking for but could not find.

Open the web page - search the second-hand market - log in to an anonymous account to start the acquisition mode, requirements: all entertainment publications between XXX and XXX.

Glancing at the words "published successfully" on the screen, Mingchen quickly logged out of the system and cleared his traces of use.

After leaving the Internet cafe, he wandered around the clubhouse seemingly casually. As he walked, he heard a young man's angry and cursing voice from a hall with a half-open door.

Ming Chen walked towards the hall, stood at the door and looked inside, the big star Wu Xin with an angry face directly smashed the microphone in his hand at the accompanist at the side.