"Beverly Deng, I warn you, you can't hide anything from me, or I won't spare you." Mario Poselli sat in a large armchair and lowered his eyes to Beverly. Although she didn't look at her, Beverly could still feel his razor-sharp gaze, as if it was cutting directly into her internal organs.

"What a Benoit, I don't want to have a second time. You can't delay a minute of everything you need to know, tell me right away, and my work and network can't go wrong because of your stupidity. ”

Once fearless, Beverly has now reached the highest echelons of the fashion industry, and she has begun to appreciate the pursuit and struggle for fame and fortune in it, which is deeply fearful of the unfathomable and cruel game of fame and fortune. For bigwigs like Poselli and Raiola, who wander on the edge of black and white and the law, models like her look glamorous to outsiders, but in fact, life and death are rich and rich in the minds of these people, who can lift you up to heaven and return you to the eighteenth layer of hell overnight.

"Beverly Deng, you must always figure it out, if I can be popular, you can ruin you, don't make me disgusted with you. Even your hobbies in bed and the traffic during your period have to be confessed to me if you need to. ”

If Zhuo Yang hadn't explained her affairs to Raiola, Poseli would not have taken a fancy to her at all, and the big guy is full of top supermodels and potential young models, in baskets and piles. If it weren't for Zhuo Yang's hand, today's glory and wealth would be another world that Beverly would never touch. She knows all too well.

"You should thank your ex-boyfriend, of course, I'm talking about the little guy named Zhuo Yang. If he hadn't persuaded us to let you go, you would have paid for your stupidity, and it would have been a price you couldn't afford. Remember, nothing can be hidden from me, absolutely not, never! ”

On the night of Benoit's lesson, the fat man asked Zhuo Yang: What should Beverly do? Zhuo Yang groaned: "From now on, it's irrelevant, let her get the life she wants." ”

This sentence alone saved Beverly, who would otherwise have fallen into nightmares forever. Zhuo Yang is a customer of Raiola, but he is also a friend of the fat man. The fat man didn't have a crush on Beverly from the beginning, but Zhuo Yang's private feelings as a friend he couldn't interfere. Benoit's incident made Raiola hate Beverly even more than Zhuo Yang, because he almost ruined Zhuo Yang, and the danger between the gossamer.

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"Rules, you have to be a little girl who understands the rules." Poselli remained expressionless, turning his chair to the window, looking out at the hustle and bustle, leaving his back to a trembling Beverly. "I'm the one who makes the rules, and all you need to do is be obedient and confessed, without any compromise."

Zhuo Yang didn't tell his sister Zhuo Qiu the ins and outs of Beverly's matter, the matter was over, and he didn't want his sister to worry anymore. But Raiola didn't hide it from Zhuo Qiu, and the eldest sister trembled with anger after hearing about it at the time.

"Damn woman, damn stupid woman, she almost ruined my brother. Fatty, our Zhuo family owes you a favor. ”

"Hey, what are you talking about. What do you mean...... Zhuo Yang said forget it. Raiola waved her hand and asked Zhuo Qiu's opinion.

"Alas——, Zhuo Yang didn't know what he liked about her at the beginning?" The eldest sister tugged at her eyebrows. "Then forget it, listen to Zhuo Yang. But you have to warn her, stay away from our family Zhuo Yang, and stop thinking about it all day long. "In my sister's mind, my brother is the best boy in the world, and she didn't have a crush on Beverly from the beginning.

In this way, Beverly's future was completely saved, and Raiola conveyed these intentions to his old friend Bossili.

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"Finally, Beverly Deng, I warn you never to go to Zhuo Yang again, and even if he comes to you, you must reject him immediately, and then tell me. You must remember this, otherwise, you will know the cost. Poselli turned to stare at Beverly, his eyes like a falcon.

"Never have any contact with Zhuo Yang again!!"

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Zhuo Yang didn't know everything behind this, and he didn't expect Beverly to come to him again, Zhuo Yang had feelings for Beverly, but obviously not deep, at least not as good as Beverly to him. Among the four women who have emotional entanglements with Zhuo Yang, Beverly undoubtedly has the lowest proportion in his heart.

It's just that I don't know how Zhuo Yang would feel if he knew that the fat man and his sister forcibly intervened in the Beverly incident in the back. No one wants others to interfere in their private life, but Zhuo Qiu really knows his brother too well, and if Zhuo Yang, who is not deeply involved in the world in terms of feelings, faces Beverly's pleas, there is a chance that he will be confused and glued again. She and her parents actually don't object to Zhuo Yang having girlfriends one after another, but the premise is also the bottom line, girls must be worthy of Zhuo Yang, and Beverly, who had a messy private life and an indecisive personality, was obviously not among them.

Another point, even if there is no racial discrimination, Beverly's dark complexion will definitely not be pleasing to the Zhuo family.

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After listening to the threat of her agent Bossily, with Beverly's cowardly character, she didn't dare to go to Zhuo Yang if she was given a hundred more dares. In fact, she knew in her heart that if she could get back together with Zhuo Yang, she would have no worries about Zhuo Yang's life, but it was difficult to say the glory and wealth she had at present.

Reluctant to have everything in front of her, Beverly Deng could only regret it in her thoughts, could only relieve her lovesickness from the news in the newspaper, and could only hide in the crowd in the stands to watch him secretly.

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"Zhuo Yang, do you want to have a love affair with me?" Fiameta Chiconia teased Zhuo Yang with a little drunkenness.

It was late, and Zhuo Yang sent his niece to the gate of the Milan Conservatory. This is a city full of lights, people come and go at the school gate, just get off the bus, Zhuo Yang attracted the attention of many people around him, who would not know Zhuo Yang in Milan, the capital of football?

"Well, don't make a fuss, let's go in quickly, I'm still waiting for me over there." Zhuo Yang couldn't do anything about Fia Mehta, this little girl was very active on the field, and just now she tossed the old Jianghu Figo so much that her face turned red, and she finally stopped by agreeing to invite her to visit the Inter Milan club in a private capacity.

"Cut ——, coward." Fiametta made an S shape that best reflected her beautiful form, and then raised her arms and trembled her fingertips: "Bye, my dear little uncle." When she turned around and walked inside, it was like a breeze blowing willows, and her back was a sight.

Zhuo Yang didn't really like the feeling of being watched by everyone, but Fiametta didn't care at all.