Mr. Consultant

"Damn it, who opened the blinds?"

Thinking of this, Giuseppe wanted to get up from the duvet and complain.At this time, the dazzling orange light completely covered his eyelids, as if two incandescent light bulbs were hung in front of him, making his already highly myopic eyes dizzy.He paused again, and suddenly thought that his room didn't seem to be exposed to sunlight in the morning, and his pillow didn't seem to have this weird, non-textile texture at all.

Giuseppe woke up completely because of the above thoughts. He felt that something must be wrong, but his brain just woke up from sleep couldn't handle such complicated problems.But the moment he opened those gray-green eyes, and the moment he saw the situation in the room and the people sleeping beside him, he suddenly understood the whole situation.And, if there is such an inexplicable ranking, this morning must be regarded as one of the worst mornings of Giuseppe's life-

There might not be one at all.

The "pillow" he was resting on was Xavier's arm, and the young master almost strangled him in his arms, leaving no room for him to escape.And he actually didn't have any ability to escape. At this moment, his waist and legs were sore as if he had been subjected to some kind of cruel torture.The soreness even extended to his spine, making it impossible for him to sit up from the bed at all, and he couldn't even move a centimeter away.

Even though it seemed that he had made some inexplicable preparations, Giuseppe was still tossed into a mess by the messy room, messy clothes and messy himself.There were spots of red marks on his skin, and even circles of teeth marks.And his tie was still hanging around his neck like a ghost, but the pure white shirt had long since disappeared.His suit jacket was thrown on the sofa next to the bed, his pants were rolled up at the end of the bed, his vest was pressed under the pillow, and his underwear was hanging on the bathroom doorknob.He was still wearing his socks and his watch was on, but what was puzzling was that those gold-rimmed glasses were a little ridiculous, and they were put on the empty whiskey bottle in a serious manner!

Oh... whiskey bottles.

Giuseppe was starting to realize that maybe the splitting headache he was having right now wasn't just about waking up in Xavier's arms, or just about the terrible aftermath.He was drunk last night, so drunk that he almost forgot the fact that he was drunk.

But now, he recalled everything from last night, but this only made him feel more exhausted.Last night, when it came to the point where he straddled Xavier and responded to his jeers about macaroni and cream, things were still completely under his control.Even when Xavier put down the dinner plate a little angrily, put his arms around his waist and kissed him, most of the things were still under his control.However, when the young master took out the whiskey bottle from under the bed and fed him a mouthful of spicy liquor, when his eyes began to blur and he hummed a Christmas carol softly, everything seemed to be Like a derailed train, plunged into the vortex of crazy desire.

Giuseppe felt a little frustrated. Although he was prepared, he still observed a few seconds of silence for the status of a series of religious figures such as Christ, Maria, and Jehovah in his heart.He is really not a qualified congregation, Giuseppe thought with some self-reproach, and was even willing to immediately run to the nearest church and ask the priest to confess his blasphemy against the Holy Spirit.But he thought about it again, is there anything more hypocritical than a priest in this world?They only say some high-sounding, practical and innocuous comfort, so that people have a little illusory support when they feel guilty or difficult.

But, can they really understand the many deep and complicated sufferings in the world?The answer should be no.Because many times, these afflictions, like Giuseppe's, are not even known to the exact origin of their suffering.

Yes, Giuseppe still does not know the source of all problems.Even though he almost acquiesced in their ulterior relationship in front of Xavier last night, Giuseppe still felt a little inexplicable and played with.He seemed to think of things between them too simply, so simple that it made people somewhat disappointed and confused.

Well, after all, he's still a pathetic whore.You can willingly spread your legs wide for some short-term and small pleasures, or you can go to bed with a jerk over and over again for some trivial benefits.Despite his suits and ties, despite his elegance, there is still a certain kind of irredeemable vulgarity in his bones.This virtue made him feel guilty and allowed him to vent the pressure from all directions.

Giuseppe has been doing his best to get rid of his past, even going too far, becoming hysterical and unreasonable.From the bottom of his heart, he deeply hated what he had experienced on Betoni Street, and thought it was a lifetime of shame and an indelible stain.

And when he betrayed Maldini's former second-in-command, he reached a wise agreement with Don Barone.He hopes to seek asylum abroad, change his name and get a proper formal education.Don Barone agreed to his price without hesitation, and fulfilled those promises.

But Giuseppe, Giuseppe had failed his own expectations.He has been separated from the serious life for too long, and even though he has obtained a degree and a diploma, he still cannot live a life under the sun.He is too aware of the series of efficient, dangerous, and practical means.Although he doesn't bother to use them, these methods often appear in his mind, disturbing his return to normal pace, and making him upset.In the end, he still had to return to Don Barone's umbrella and become his eagle dog, his vassal.

For some reason, Giuseppe remembered at this moment that Antonio once said to him that denying the past is denying himself.And it was only now that he gradually understood the meaning of it.Some things cannot be changed so easily, and even that "change" itself is an affirmation of these things.When he thought of this, for the first time in his history, he had a little doubt about himself.

Maybe what he did was wrong, maybe he shouldn't have taken over Antonio's job at all, let alone agree to Don Barone's request.And as for that mindless agreement with Xavier, fuck it, that's not a decision that normal people can make at all!

But there was nothing he could do about it, these things had already happened.Even the last item, where he could have had room to struggle, was sealed off by him last night as the last escape route.He finally had nothing to do, whether it was with Barone, with Xavier, or with the mafia, it was already a doomed fate, and he had to be entangled to death.

Thinking of this, Giuseppe felt that he was simply sick. He threw away the little bastard's arm in a bit of exasperation, and then prepared to take off his poor gold-rimmed glasses from the whiskey bottle.Because of the sadness and anger in his heart, his movements appeared swift and agile, even vigorous.

It's just that he forgot, his waist.

Giuseppe lived up to his 35-year-old "old age" and almost rolled out of bed because of the terrible pain all over his body. Fortunately, the consultant had quick eyesight and quick hands, and he grabbed the corner of the bed sheet, so he was saved from excessive indulgence. Disastrous situation of falling to the floor early in the morning and unable to get up.

But his movement had already woken up Xavier, the young master threw the quilt violently, and stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then suddenly overdrawn his IQ of unknown years and months, and suddenly understood the cause and effect .

Xavier started laughing, muffled at first, with his head bowed and his mouth covered, only the hair on his forehead was shaking.Then he laughed harder and harder, revealing his snow-white teeth, and his honey-brown eyes gradually curved.He couldn't help but patted his thigh, letting the laughter pass through the wall, and went to another empty room.

Giuseppe was surrounded by his laughter in embarrassment, and just about to ask Xavier to pull him with the cheek, he stretched out his hand into his arms.Giuseppe originally resisted this kind of too nasty behavior, and even hoped that Xavier would stay away from him as much as possible, but considering that compared with the miserable situation lying on the bed, he even felt a little strangely grateful at this moment.

And Xavier finally found an opportunity to make fun of Giuseppe, and vowed to recover a little of the malice that the consultant had imposed on him on weekdays.So he said hoarsely to Giuseppe in a voice that was almost a whisper:

"Mr. Consultant, is there anything valuable on the bed that is worth lying on your stomach to find?"

After hearing what he said, Giuseppe felt that the little bastard was lawless, and wished to punch him on the bridge of the nose immediately.But his sore limbs didn't allow him to move, not even to break free from Xavier's arms.

However, in the midst of helplessness, Giuseppe felt a little secretly thankful, fortunately, it was the time of vacation, otherwise, if anyone in the brownstone saw him being held in the arms of the young master, he would There will be some kind of urge to kill.

But Xavier didn't seem to know Giuseppe's thoughts at all, he still smiled with that unbeaten expression, and bent his caramel-like eyes, letting his gentle and seductive eyes cast on the ivory body corner of the corner.He likes everything that can make Giuseppe feel unhappy, such as deep kisses, behind-the-back positions, and rascals. It seems that finding fault with the consultant has become the main proposition of his life.

But these things gradually became less absolute.At least when he pulled out the bottle of whiskey, he really just wanted to get Giuseppe drunk and ask the consultant what he really thought of himself.But Giuseppe is really some kind of wonderful character. He seems to be drunk when he is drunk, and he will do some weird things when he is drunk.

When Giuseppe softly hummed the out-of-key Christmas carol, Xavier still felt both amused and surprised. He even secretly hoped that he could record a record so that he could become Giuseppe's irrefutable voice in the future. laughing stock.But when the consultant raised his eyebrows, slowly took off his clothes, and then knelt on the ground and began to do the "French style", Xavier was really taken aback.While trying his best to extinguish his own shady thoughts, he also tried to make Giuseppe stop playing with fire and guns.But the consultant was notoriously stubborn. He spoke some vague swear words in Italian, and then easily made Xavier give up all his original plans.

Thinking of this, Xavier suddenly felt a little strange, and he said to Giuseppe:

"Did you do that to everyone when you were drunk?"

"that?"

Giuseppe was confused by Xavier's sudden desire to speak, he instinctively repeated it, as if trying to find some clues from his memory.But Christ, he really doesn't remember anything!So he had no choice but to push the non-existent glasses, and then said in a business-like tone:

"Xavier, I don't know what you're talking about, but if I did something outrageous, I'm sorry about that."

The poor young master was choked by it, and he realized again that Giuseppe was some kind of devil incarnate.It's unbelievable that he actually forgot what he did like this, and he could even put his amnesia in such an understatement.Xavier was outraged and ashamed of his innocence. He shouldn't have any kindness with that consultant at all!

"Giuseppe, my advisor, do you know that you were drunk last night?"

"I know."

"And then you suddenly start undressing, undoing my belt, and talking nonsense."

"Yes...is there such a thing?"

"Well, and then you're still licking my dick and complaining to me about Maldini, Gustavo, and who...that fat Albert owes you money. I swear for the rest of my life I don’t want to hear their names again.”

"Cough, cough, cough..." Giuseppe coughed dryly in a somewhat disguised manner, and the ghost knew what he was thinking at that time.He hesitated, for fear of knowing some bad reasons, but he still pointed to the pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging on the wine bottle, and asked Xavier, "So, I put that on it too?"

"Who else do you think? I don't know the specifics, but you've been talking to it for a while, as if it were the dead, poor Antonio."

"Oh God!"

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Chapters 11-16 have been rewritten, I am already a useless person QAQ