Mr. Consultant

After five hours of entanglement with various names of people, Xavier finally passed the strict and lengthy inspection of the consultant.At this moment, his head was filled with a bunch of faces of middle-aged and elderly people, and there were even a few sad portraits among them——

The ghost knows where the consultant got the information!

But fortunately, Giuseppe followed his agreement and drove Xavier to Dario's villa on the shore of Lake Michigan.The scenery by the lake is still a bit depressed, and several small pure white ships are scattered on the lake.The irises on the shore are still falling down, and those withered yellow leaves are like tassels on the skirt, fluttering and flying in the cold December wind in Chicago.

Daario was still small, with a mop of silver hair, tossed about by the raging wind.He walked out of the gate of the villa with unusually vigorous steps, gave Giuseppe a warm hug as soon as they met, patted his back, and asked him about his work.

Giuseppe smiled politely, while nodding, he said everything was fine.Then he handed the gift of wine and cigars into the hands of the little old man, and turned sideways to make room for Xavier.Although Dario had already met Xavier at Don Barone's funeral, Giuseppe still felt the need to reaffirm the identity of the young master to him.

Seeing Giuseppe's attitude, Dario couldn't hide his surprise on his face.Because of course he will not forget that just half a month ago, in this villa, the consultant frowned and scolded Xavier for being an unreasonable bastard.But now, this unreasonable bastard already deserves the respect he treated Don Barone.

Daario had no idea of ​​the reason for his change of attitude, but he knew very well that Giuseppe would undoubtedly wish him to be more friendly towards Xavier as he had done himself.So Dario patted his small forehead, and then put on a warm smile.He walked up and shook hands with Xavier vigorously, as if regretting that he had just met this great gentleman at this moment.

But Xavier, the young master, thanks to Giuseppe, now has a deep understanding of these figures who serve as family advisors.He found that these people, more or less, had some kind of hypocrisy.It's like Giuseppe, even though he hates Xavier more than ever, he can still pretend to be fascinated by Xavier in bed and can't stop it.

Xavier hated this hypocrisy from the bottom of his heart, and thought it was a hateful affectation.He has a clear understanding of himself and knows his own weight, so he doesn't need to rely on anyone's flattery and praise to deceive himself.But he doesn't hate Dario, and he can even read a little bit of sincerity from his respect.

Xavier hadn't misunderstood him, for Dario, the jovial little gentleman, never seemed to be stingy with his kindness, nor was he naturally hostile to anyone.He was so easy-going, as if nothing could really make him feel angry.And his kindness is also sincere and comes from his character. After all, Dario was born a humorous, gentle and kind character.

Even during his time with the big New York family, Daario rarely resorted to violence in business conflicts.He likes to negotiate with people, talk about some common interests, some similar pursuits, and follow the temptation.He always humbly hopes to be forgiven, or simply begs for help in a low voice. This behavior makes him look somewhat cowardly in the eyes of others.But no one hated him, and even the vast majority of people would soften in his gentle tone and harmless smile, and follow his wishes to achieve his goals.

But Giuseppe is a completely different character. The gentleness of the consultant is a mask, the result of his years of hard work.Giuseppe's nature is cruel, even a little too sinister.He also knows too much about ugly things to laugh them off or bring them up the way Daario did.

In the final analysis, his gentle appearance is just a ticket to walk in the society, a disguise for living in the sun.This layer of appearance cannot withstand any scrutiny, let alone suspicion, but it has always faithfully reflected Giuseppe's danger and harvested awe from all directions.

But now, after lighting a cigar for Xavier, this duplicity consultant started a long conversation with the owner of the villa.Giuseppe mentioned the topic of "surprise" that he had discussed with Don Gilardino at the Federal Hotel earlier.

He said that for some unknown reason, Don Gilardino seemed to be planning to extend a helping hand to Barone and sell him a favor.And this very powerful old man also explained very clearly, "Christ will not care about these things."It also means that Barone's benefits from the peace talks are not a fluke, nor is he an unintentional act, nor is it an additional product when he and Maldini enhanced their friendship.

Giuseppe understood very well that the eyes of the New York side never left their bodies.Many members of the committee are elderly and need to find suitable, reliable, and intelligent people to take over their powers.Therefore, not only in the Chicago area, almost every city where there is a large-scale mafia is full of spies sent by the committee to find candidates.

But he was still a little curious about it, trying to figure out why Don Gilardino abandoned his old friend, and wanted to figure out his intention to get close to Barone.Giuseppe needs to ask Dario to inquire about some information for himself, trying to find out the Commission's undercover agent in Barone.He wants to plan this matter, and with luck, Xavier will be able to get some new situations.

Of course, Dario would not refuse Giuseppe's request. He was determined to contact some old friends in New York who were not far or close to Don Gilardino, and then inquired about Maldini's reputation first.Encourage a few people who are still active in the social circle to ask Don Gilardino himself if he has any intention of retiring.

Giuseppe expressed his sincere thanks to Dario for his generosity, and then some New Year's greetings, a little about the Brownstone.Xavier couldn't understand the rapid conversation between them in Italian.He could only grasp some words such as "business" and "relationship", but he was completely clueless about the content of the conversation.

So the young master, sadly, turned his attention back to Giuseppe.The flames in the fireplace projected an orange-yellow color on the consultant's cheek, and traced out a faintly beating outline.And the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses glowed brightly under the light of the fire, like a miniature star, attracting Xavier's full attention.

Xavier, the young master, felt that something was wrong, because he couldn't suppress the heat in his eyes, just as he couldn't suppress the enthusiasm for Giuseppe.He seems to be addicted and poisoned. He can't leave the breath of the consultant, and he is destined to be anesthetized and drowned by this breath, until he will never recover from hell.He is a blind fool, blindfolded by the illusion of so-called "love", from now on only one person's inadvertent charity is left in his heart, and he thinks about those insignificant charity for a long time, secretly terrified.

This feeling is really a damned, unreasonable thing.

Xavier, full of self-deprecation, boils down to the above inappropriate associations.He felt that if he continued like this, he might get some kind of weird madness, and then he would do something that couldn't be measured by reason.However, these things, as well as the causes of these things, all have a bit of willingness, or the helplessness of breaking a can.

Xavier felt depressed and desperate about his hopelessness, perhaps falling in love with the hysterical workaholic uncle itself was a complete farce.This bad mood lasted until when Giuseppe and Dario said goodbye in front of the door, the consultant got into the car and explained the previous conversation by the fireplace with some intention of concealing it.

Their conversation didn't have much substantive content, the only thing of some value was about Don Gilardino.But Giuseppe didn't want Xavier to know about this part, and he didn't want the young master to notice his hard work and kindness.There is no doubt that there are some angry and twisted reasons, but Giuseppe has always been stubborn, and he is especially good at being persistent in dispensable aspects.So, he lowered his head and took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, raised his hand and stuffed it into Xavier's mouth, explaining to him:

"Daario asked me about the business situation, just the usual politeness at the end of the year. As you know, his English accent is too strong, and our communication is not smooth..."

After listening to Xavier, he looked at Giuseppe, looked at him upside down, always felt that there was something wrong with the matter, and always felt that Giuseppe's words were a little guilty.But his seemingly unbreakable original intention completely lost its shape the moment the consultant took out a cigarette from the cigarette case with one hand and bit his full lips like a Roman sculpture.He saw the smooth snow-white tissue paper on the cigarette roll, reflecting Giuseppe's pale blood-colored lips, making his skin softer and more moist, even like some kind of velvety cream.

He suddenly wanted to kiss him, not the kind of innocent kiss that could be satisfied with a little sweetness.It's the kind of communication that holds him in his arms and presses him into his chest, wishing to swallow him whole, and wishing to be entangled with each other and suffocate to death.

Giuseppe sensed that look that seemed to tear him apart, and the undercurrent of emotion in that look.He turned around in some astonishment, raised his eyebrows and asked the little young master's intentions in silence.

Xavier opened his mouth and found that there was nothing in his heart that could be expressed.And he clearly predicted that the next behavior would make Giuseppe angry and make him even more difficult to coax.But he still couldn't help throwing away the cigarette in his hand, grabbed the tie of the consultant, pressed him sideways on the car door, ignored his resistance, broke his chin, and had a fierce and fanatical fight with him. kiss.

Giuseppe was dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and almost took off his suit again, and in the small space in the car, he and Xavier repeated some boring and low-level behaviors that had been proven long ago.But fortunately, his sanity is still there.So he tried his best to mobilize his already shattered calmness, tried to push away Xavier's body, and complained loudly:

"Hell, can you change places!"

After hearing this, Xavier looked at him with his arms propped up, and found his frowning expression with restrained resistance very interesting.So the young master laughed lowly, bit Giuseppe's ear, and entangled him with a vague articulation.

"Giuseppe, my advisor, what is there that dissatisfies you?"

Giuseppe suddenly felt a sense of repaying the world. He may have molested Xavier too many times, so that the little bastard learned the fur of this obscene skill.But fortunately, he can still rely on some shady experience to find a trace of pathetic self-esteem in front of Xavier.His panting was short, his cheeks were flushed, but he was still quite calm, and said to the young master:

"Little sweetheart, uncle is getting old, I hope you play some normal tricks."

Xavier froze at his malicious self-proclaim and fell silent.The poor young master had no choice but to loosen his tie angrily, then leaned against the window and sulked.He felt that there must be some earth-shaking deviations in his aesthetics, so that he could smell a bit of sex appeal and temptation from that nasty uncle.

"Fuck!"

Xavier cursed like this in his heart, but he still felt unrepentant. He even carefully calculated this, thinking that one day, Giuseppe must be pressed on the car seat to achieve some ulterior purpose .And before that, he must plug that vicious mouth with a tie, lest he bring up any disgusting topics.

And just when he was planning this meaningless plan carefully, Giuseppe used a sudden brake to destroy all his thoughts.The young master instinctively glared at Giuseppe, wanting to scold him for his driving skills.But his ferocious gaze, before reaching it, was like an icicle in the sun, softening powerlessly.

Giuseppe bit his cigarette and said nothing, and motioned him to look at the situation ahead with his chin.The lights were dim, and only a dark figure could be seen sitting outside the brownstone building.The weather in Chicago has not improved these days, and many homeless people will squeeze in front of the building like this, trying to avoid the cold wind.

The Brownstone building was originally far away from these things, because the guards with machine guns usually refused any suspicious people to approach.But it was already a holiday, and only Giuseppe and Xavier lived in the whole building, so some poor tramp, maybe just came here by accident.

In any case, it was necessary for them to remind the person sitting in front of the door to end his overly dangerous behavior.Xavier had no choice but to follow Giuseppe's orders and accept his lazy instructions.He opened the car door, jumped out of the car, and walked in front of the black shadow.

The person seemed to have heard his voice, so she raised her head from the thick black and gray coat, the light was still not very bright, but her face made Xavier exclaim:

"Oh, Sandra!"

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Blast rewrites...