"Hopefully, you're right." Zhou Wei tapped the tip of Li Runye's small nose and said with a smile.

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Dean Residences, Mauritius.

Dean sits at a glass table on the balcony dressed as a cowboy, his resolute face and big piercing eyes are easily reminiscent of the excellent qualities of a western cowboy---- who can endure hardships, be pioneering, witty, brave, composed, and calm...... At the same time, it is difficult for people to get close.

Dean had a glass of pure whiskey in front of him, the brown glass accentuating the nobility of the wine, but the ice inside had melted and the floor was covered with cigar ash and cigarette butts, which looked very messy. ===『Snow Eagle Lord』===.

I don't know how long it took, Dean finally picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all, and the stimulating taste immediately spread to the depths of every cell in his body. Immediately afterward, his hand touched the bottle of whiskey on the table again, but quickly removed it. He originally wanted to relax himself, but because of a strong sense of responsibility in his heart, he chose to take his hand.

No one knows the depression in his heart and the torment that has nowhere to vent. His current mood is like the bad weather outside, with black clouds at the top, but he refuses to rain for a long time, and he is stuffy. Dean was about to lie down and rest for a while with his tired brain, when he heard the doorbell ring. He was going to ignore it, but the other party didn't seem to give up until he reached his goal.

“shi*t！” Dean cursed and got up to open the door. When he saw who was coming, his face became even more ugly.

"It's going to rain soon, and for God's sake, you should let me in and sit." Clyde looked at each other with two bottles of fine whiskey in his hand, smiling at each other.

"You know, I don't believe in God." Dean turned around, and though he said this with a cold face, he let the other man in, because the rain had begun to hit the windowpane.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot." Clyde saw everything on the balcony as soon as he entered, and he seemed to be able to guess what Dean had done, and he could understand the other man's mood right now.

"When the rain stops in a while, you leave immediately. Now I'm going to rest, so take care of yourself. Dean said and prepared to go to the bedroom. He didn't have a good impression of this junior brother, but he couldn't say that he didn't care.

"Is that how you entertain guests?" Clyde asked, feigned dissatisfaction.

"You seem to have come uninvited." Dean continued to walk towards me without looking back, and his words were very straightforward and a little hurtful.

"That being said, are you being too ruthless in doing this?" Clyde shrugged and smiled, but not in the shredded.

"Considering the overall situation, I won't let Tang Jingjing get out, now you can rest assured? So, please don't bother me anymore. Dean said this with his hand on the bedroom doorknob.

"I'm not here for her, although she may be a trigger." Clyde explained.

"You'd better shut up." Dean slammed the door behind him.

"The situation seems to be better than I thought." Clyde shrugged his shoulders and raised an eyebrow, Nunu mouthed, muttering to himself.

Dean lay on the bed in his bedroom, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He deliberately blamed Clyde for all of this, even though he knew it had nothing to do with Clyde.

Clyde sat on the couch in the living room, as if he had arrived at home. His legs were on the coffee table, nibbling on apples, watching variety shows, and sometimes laughing.

"What are you here for? Hurry up and leave! Dean angrily came to Clyde and said loudly.

"I'm in a bad mood and want to have a drink or chat with you." Clyde smiled, and that smile was as sweet as honey.

"You'd better get out before I get angry." Dean said unceremoniously with a gloomy face.

"I think what Tang Jingjing said is right. Think about it for yourself. Clyde stood up and said with a little helplessness.

Looking at Clyde's back and the two bottles of whiskey on the table, Dean couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Perhaps, I really should relax." Dean muttered softly, then picked up the whiskey on the table.

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Huaxia, Yanjing, International Football Club.

After Ling Qingyan finished exercising in the gym as usual, he went back to his room to take a shower, and then made tea leisurely. A pot of mellow and fragrant tea had just been brewed, when he heard a rhythmic knock on the door, and he knew who was coming.

"Sit down." Ling Qingyan said softly.

Wei Quanchun was not polite, and found a suitable place to sit down, holding a CD in his hand.

"What's the news?" Ling Qingyan poured out the brewed tea as he spoke, one cup per person.

"Just now, the people on the ghost head's side made a move on Ai Zheming. However, they did not succeed, and Ai Zheming was unharmed. However, it seems that the person who protects Ai Zheming is like the bodyguard of the eldest lady of the Ling family. So our people hid. Wei Quanchun said thoughtfully.

"Good. It seems that some people really can't hold their breath. Ling Qingyan smiled at the corner of his mouth. The development of the situation can be really elusive at times, especially between smart people, and the slightest carelessness can show defeat, but then again, it is difficult to say who wins or loses until the end.

"Yes. If Ai Zheming's true identity is exposed, it's really hard to say where Song Bingran will go. Wei Quanchun also analyzed this matter, so he nodded and said.

"Have I collected all the photos I have collected?" Ling Qingyan smiled lightly and asked.

"It's all collected." Wei Quanchun said with a smile.

"Then send it out as soon as possible, Song Bingran will definitely protect his son, so as not to scatter our manpower." Ling Qingyan explained.

"You ......" Wei Quanchun wanted to say something, but stopped again.

"This is the video of the scene of the first 'Huaxia Cup' football tournament?" Ling Qingyan asked, pointing to the disc in Wei Quanchun's hand.

"Hmm." Wei Quanchun nodded. He really couldn't understand what Ling Qingyan was thinking sometimes.

"Put it down." Ling Qingyan said with a smile. Although he knew the doubts in Wei Quanchun's heart, he was not ready to explain for the time being.

Wei Quanchun handed the disc to Ling Qingyan and turned to leave.

Looking at the disc in his hand, Ling Qingyan smiled, in fact, he didn't like football at all.

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Huaxia, Yanjing.

As soon as he got to work the next day, Song Bingran found an email on his desk. Puzzled, he opened it and found that it was full of photographs. There are a few photos of Ai Zheming and Ling Qingya holding hands, it can be seen that the relationship between the two is very close, it should be a couple, and a few photos of Ai Zheming in distress, which makes him tremble.

Putting down the photo, Song Bingran's mood was very unrelaxed. Why do these photos end up on my desk? How did the other party know that he would care about Ai Zheming's safety? That's right, this person must have known something. But who is this man? And what is the purpose? But at least one thing is certain, Ai Zheming needs protection.

Letting go of these messy feelings, Song Bingran dialed a number, and then his driver and bodyguard knocked on the door and entered.

"Chairman, what's the matter?" Lu Li asked respectfully. In his most difficult and helpless time, it was he who helped him. So I was grateful to him and obedient to him all my life. And he has always been his most effective subordinate, saving him from danger seven times.

"From now on, you are responsible for protecting Elcheming." Song Bingran said with a firm look in his eyes. No matter what the other party wants to do, he will not abandon Ai Zheming's safety.

"Yes." There was a flash of surprise in Lu Li's eyes, but he didn't ask any more, although he wanted to know why.

"Go ahead." Song Bingran patted Lu Li's shoulder, entrusting him with a heavy responsibility and trusting him.

"Yes." Lu Li nodded and left.

After that, Song Bingran paced back and forth in the office, thinking about what to do next, and then he dialed another number. As soon as I put down the phone, I remembered a knock on the door in the office.

"Please come in." Song Bingran quickly put away those photos, and then shouted in a calm voice.

"Chairman Song, hello." The person who came was Li Runye, the current head of Weiye Media. She is smiling, dignified, and easy to impress.

"Mr. Li, please take a seat." Song Bingran stood up and said kindly. I wondered what she would do to herself.

"I have two documents here, and I'm sure you'll be interested." Li Runye sat down opposite Song Bingran, then smiled straight to the point and handed over the things in his hand.

"Oh?" Song Bingran took it with a smile, he thought it would be something like a cooperation intention. But when he saw what it was, his face became very, very ugly.

These two materials, one is the paternity test report of him and Alisa, and the other is the evidence that Alisa leaked the trade secrets of cooperation with Baiwei.

"How?" Li Runye asked the other party with a smile. She no longer looks beautiful, it's just ugly.

"What do you mean by that?" Song Bingran's heart was surging, and he stared at the other party unhappily and asked.

"I'm just a middleman, and as a media person, I'm naturally very interested in these two pieces of information, and I believe that with your sharp eye, you can also judge the attention of this incident. But it's not just about your personal reputation, it's also about ......" Li Runye said slowly with a smile, as if the two of them were chatting happily.

"If you have anything to say, you should just say it." Song Bingran interrupted the other party. After so many years of hard work in the business world, would he not know the real intentions of the other party?

"Allure International." Li Runye only said these four words, and then looked at the other party with a smile, meaning that you should understand.

"I don't understand." Song Bingran said deliberately. How could he not understand, it was just that he had been working internationally with Allure for so many years, and he had always been very happy, and his personal relationship with Ling Qingfeng was not bad, how could he harm him?

"I think Chairman Song is a person who understands, and you will know what to do. Also, you only have one day to think about today. After Li Runye finished speaking, she turned around and left, because she had other things to do.

Looking at the two pieces of information in his hand, Song Bingran fell into deep thought. Why would Alyssa do such a thing when she was becoming popular. So how did she become popular? Did she take advantage of others, or did someone else take advantage of her? Thinking of those photos of Ai Zheming, Song Bingran is sure that this must involve a competition between two groups of people, and they both want to fight for themselves.

Where do you go from here? Song Bingran couldn't help but fall into a dilemma.