Mr. Consultant

In fact, even the business run by the Mafia, the Brownstone Building and the olive oil trading company in this building, have entered the end of the year holidays like other serious businesses.All the offices have packed up the materials for the year, calculated the accounts for the year, and then happily walked out of the transparent revolving glass door to open the reward for the year's hard work.

But unfortunately, the characters mentioned above do not include Giuseppe Rizzo, the hysterical Mr. workaholic.And compared to the desk calendar with loyalty counting on the side of the table, his holiday seems so slim and far away.Even he himself suddenly discovered that once it was time for vacation, he actually had nowhere to go.His life is just like himself, as long as he leaves his job, he is just a 35-year-old boring uncle.

After Don Barone's death, in order to deal with the mountains of documents and materials, Giuseppe returned the apartment he originally rented in the city, and then moved into a suite on the third floor of the Brownstone Building without hesitation.His can-do attitude is well-intentioned and well-intended, but sometimes it can lead to substantive issues, such as scheduling over the Christmas holidays.Fortunately, the doorman is a reasonable and good man, he is willing to hand over the key to the side door to Giuseppe and allow him to continue to live in the building during the closure.Otherwise, Giuseppe is likely to become the first consultant in the history of the Mafia who has to go to a hotel at the end of the year because of excessive hard work.

Unfortunately, however, the doorman's kindness could not solve the other difficulties, and Giuseppe was still anxious for some inexplicable reasons.And the main thing that bothers him, no accident, is about the trivial daily life of the young master.

During the time of total war, Xavier left the property under Barone's name under the arrangement of Giuseppe out of consideration for his personal safety, and lived in the safe house instead.But this young master is too good at finding trouble, he brought some unknown women back to the room at will, which led to the tragedy of the street racing and the agreement that Giuseppe still regrets today.And after that, because Giuseppe really had no time to find a place for him to move, he had to temporarily settle in the spare room on the opposite corner, but he didn't expect to delay the matter until this moment.

Now, facing the dilemma of only one key and the empty refrigerator, Giuseppe had to persuade himself to discuss with Xavier as soon as possible, and persuade him to act with him in the next few days.But whether it was acting together or persuading Xavier itself, he felt a heartfelt, fatal exhaustion.Hell, he really doesn't want to have any interaction with that little bastard in terms of private life!

But the reality is always so cruel and unreasonable.Just when he was thinking about discussing with Xavier and solving these problems, Xavier appeared at his door first.The young master was wearing a navy blue suit with light gray stripes and a bright yellow jacquard tie, and his taste was still terrible.But his short dark brown hair was very neatly combed, with a well-groomed luster, and it could even be called fine.

Giuseppe looked at him leaning against the door frame inexplicably, wanting to pick up the pen at hand and throw it out, so as to destroy the unpleasant sight and the silent atmosphere.Although he is used to Xavier's incredible actions from time to time, he can even turn a blind eye to it.But compared to the young master who thought he was handsome, Giuseppe still felt from the bottom of his heart that the little bastard who had worn a shirt for a month before was cuter.

Of course, just some, very tiny ones.

In fact, as hardworking as Giuseppe, it’s not that he hasn’t tried to correct Xavier’s clothes, and he also feels humiliated and weird that such a glamorous and decent character can teach such unaesthetic things.But Xavier didn't appreciate it. He always asked Giuseppe to button his shirt for him, or deliberately tore off the tie of the consultant. re-fasten.This kind of thing happened many times, and Giuseppe gradually realized the molestation contained in it. He decided not to let Xavier go whoring for nothing, so he decisively suspended his teaching.

But there's hardly any real benefit to doing this:

Therefore, Xavier could no longer continue to admire the tall and straight figure of the consultant, and Giuseppe had to face the disaster-like clothes of the young master from time to time.Now, Giuseppe instinctively omitted some bad assumptions, and tried to attribute the situation at this moment to Xavier's normal, or even subnormal improvisation.

But wasn't Giuseppe really aware of the sad fact that bad assumptions often come true?

Xavier looked at the consultant. The light hit his Nordic face and dyed his soft blond hair abnormally.The slender gold-plated chain hanging on his glasses frame was shaking slightly as he raised his head, creating a hazy yellow light and shadow.Xavier paused, and suddenly felt that this man was really good-looking, and he also possessed some kind of wonderful, irresistible magic power.Thinking of this, Xavier even spoke softer:

"It's getting late, let's go out to eat."

After listening to his words, Giuseppe blinked his gray-green eyes a few times, and finally nodded obediently.Although he felt that Xavier's tone at this moment, coupled with the gesture of leaning against the door with one hand, really looked like a male high school student looking for someone to date.But he immediately brushed the horrible thought out of his mind, because usually high school boys date—

It's a high school girl.

Even so, although the two big men went out for dinner at Christmas, it was a bit ambiguous, and although Xavier acted like a lover with a bouquet, Giuseppe was really a little hungry.Animal instinct weakened his thinking and blocked his senses, making him feel that it didn't matter.So Giuseppe agreed to Xavier's proposal and chose to go to the small restaurant outside the brownstone building with the young master to eat something casually.

By the time the two of them left the brownstone building with some delay, it was already completely dark, only the neon lights not far away were beating and flickering.December in Chicago is still very cold, and there is still pure white water vapor in my breath.Giuseppe took out a cigarette and a lighter under the street lamp, and quickly lit one.Then he bit his cigarette, and put his hands back into the pockets of his wool coat as if he couldn't bear the cold.

Xavier smelled the aroma of tobacco, and suddenly felt a little tasteless in his mouth, but after he touched the inside and outside of the suit, he realized that he had already changed into a suit.Giuseppe turned his head to look at his frustrated expression, and wanted to laugh, but he still took out a white cigarette and stuffed it into Xavier's cursing mouth.

Xavier froze for a moment, seeing Giuseppe's face approaching suddenly.And the venomous snake-like, cold and seductive aura on his body made people feel a chill for no reason.

"Can't you just take a breath?"

The consultant smiled lowly, his voice muffled by the movement of biting a cigarette.

Xavier was almost coughed by Giuseppe's hoarse voice and the white smoke he exhaled, but he still grabbed his shoulder and slowly turned his head in a kissing gesture.On the overlapping cigarettes, the orange-red flames flickering due to breathing are entangled, slowly burning the snow-white tissue paper into silver-like powder.Those powders shook gently in the cold wind, like tiny feathers, or some kind of floating flowers, bringing out a mass of burning smell and mixed water vapor in the burning smell.

Giuseppe looked at Xavier's gentle and seductive honey brown eyes in the smog, and was suddenly struck by a wonderful emotion.This kind of emotion made his breathing gradually slow down, the corners of his mouth gradually raised, and he couldn't help but take off that gentle mask.

Giuseppe did not understand the origin of this emotion, and had never experienced such an inexplicable mood.He always divides things very clearly, so clearly that he can explain the coming and going of every interest, and find out the cause of every phenomenon.But he didn't understand this feeling, and, in fact, he didn't understand many other feelings.And he himself, although wearing a charming and addictive skin, can make some malicious and provocative jokes, but still has contempt and contempt for the word "love".

Therefore, when he looked into Xavier's eyes, he could only sigh that it's good to be young, there is no trace of age in the corner of his eyes, and then he turned away full of envy and hatred.

Xavier looked at his back in place, carefully recollecting the situation that the consultant posted just now.His mouth is still full of the taste of high-grade cigarettes, which is so mellow that it is even a little sweet.This opium-like fragrance seemed to invade his lungs, soak his marrow, and make him indulge in some unknown emotion.

At that moment, Xavier suddenly said something like a ghost:

"I'm very sorry, it's my fault."

Giuseppe turned around in astonishment, almost thinking that he had an auditory hallucination.Christ, he actually heard Xavier's apology with a guilty expression in his lifetime!But in the end, Giuseppe didn't know what Xavier was talking about, so he could only frown, and signaled the young master to add a few more words with a puzzled expression.

Seeing it, Xavier felt a pang of heartfelt regret.He felt that this sentence was a bit stupid, very stupid, and it was not worth speaking about it at all.But since he has already said it, he has no choice but to explain it to the end:

"I'm afraid you're still angry about what happened that morning during the negotiation?"

"Why should I be angry?" Giuseppe smiled, and pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing a row of teeth marks on the neck. He raised his chin and said, "If it's for this, then I'm not angry anymore."

Looking at the translucent ivory neck under the light, Xavier suddenly became restless.He decided to spread the matter out and explain it thoroughly to Giuseppe, so he asked again: "Then why do you hide from me and don't sleep with me...don't say you forgot the relationship between us." trade?"

Giuseppe had a headache when he heard his words.Because he suddenly realized that some things cannot be avoided at all, as if the problems between him and Xavier must be clear in the end.Thinking of this, Giuseppe pushed the pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and then predicted the possibility of Xavier going crazy, and said to him:

"I haven't forgotten. I just think that maybe the two of us should distance ourselves from this aspect."

Unexpectedly, Xavier did not show any trace of irritability, he listened silently, and then said:

"I don't understand why you want to do this. Is there any relationship between us that can affect you?"

Giuseppe was stunned, and even felt that what he said made sense.If the relationship between him and Xavier is really as pure as it says, without any messy feelings, then what is he afraid of?He is already 35 years old, almost tortured by the things in this world, what else can he not bear?

Besides, after all, this is not a kind of endurance.His joy was real, and he felt a little guilty for it.But this kind of evil will not be eliminated just because of changing the object. It is destined to exist for a long time, and it is destined to live and die with him.

Under such circumstances, Giuseppe suddenly figured out the core issue because of Xavier's sophistry.And in the final analysis, this is all his hypocrisy for no reason.Even though those outsiders had repeatedly stated to him how ridiculous and stupid it was to have sex with his boss.But hell, does this really affect anything, does this really cause catastrophe?

Even if there is no personal relationship between him and Xavier, even if there is only a relationship with the bed, Xavier is still his future Tang, the number one in his heart.

This is enough.

"Xavier, I swear to Christ, I am not angry with you," said Giuseppe, with genuine tenderness on his face, and he went on:

"I'm just too stubborn sometimes, you have to forgive me, after all, I'm getting old."

Xavier laughed, feeling helpless at the consultant's self-mockery.He also didn't know how to solve this matter. It should be Giuseppe who wanted to understand some problems again, but right now he didn't know the realities of those problems.

But in short, these are actually not what they should worry about right now, because even if they are as omnipotent as Giuseppe, they will not be able to find any open shops on the commercial street in the evening of Christmas Eve.So this omnipotent consultant and Don Barone, who is determined to dominate the future of Chicago, had to stand facing each other in the empty street corner, and endured the cold December wind.

"It was my fault at work."

Giuseppe was the first to admit his mistake out of politeness, but Xavier gave him a monster-like look.He didn't care about it. In some respects, the adviser's nerves were frighteningly strong.

In the end, Giuseppe, with his trademark smile, got a bag of various ingredients from a family protected by Barone on the street.The hostess of that family kindly invited them to have a meal together, but considering the three children running wildly under the Christmas tree, Giuseppe and Xavier were rare, they both agreed to thank her for her kindness, and at the same time politely rejected her .

So an hour later, Xavier and Giuseppe sat together on the big bed in the room, holding the cream macaroni that the consultant borrowed from the kitchen of the brownstone building and sighed:

"Giuseppe, my advisor, do you only cook this kind of food?"

"Do you like to eat or not?"

"It's hard to imagine that I have to eat what you make all year round."

"Xavier..." Giuseppe suddenly held up the plate and straddled the young master. He stuffed a spoonful of macaroni into Xavier's mouth, and repeated it with some kind of creepy smile. :

"You fucking love to eat or not."

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Explosive rewrites...