Mr. Consultant

Xavier was lying on his back on the big bed in Giuseppe's room, holding a serious newspaper subscribed by the consultant in his hand.However, there was nothing in the newspaper that Xavier was interested in, he just held them, purely for show.

The tuxedo he was wearing had been taken off and neatly folded on the sofa, it was Giuseppe's masterpiece.But his snow-white stand-up collar shirt was messed up and thrown at the end of the bed. It was his own achievement.Of course, he would never know how much patience Giuseppe used to keep cleaning up for him like an old lady.

The consultant seemed to have finally gotten used to it, and he finally stopped resisting. He accepted the fact that there would always be one more person on the bed with some resignation, and he also saw Xavier's rather slovenly face.At first, he would recite a few words because of this, but later even he felt that such preaching was meaningless.Therefore, Giuseppe had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​transforming Xavier, and planned to divide the boundaries of life with him from the bottom of his heart.

Unfortunately, limited by the structure of his room, Giuseppe could only think about it in his heart.

In any case, the two of them have maintained a delicate peace for now, not arguing about dirty laundry or fast food boxes, nor fighting over the order of bathing and the temperature of the air conditioner.The only contradiction is about the ulterior motives on the bed.But this kind of contradiction has existed for a long time, so it cannot be regarded as a problem caused by cohabitation.

Xavier's upper body was bulging, and he was leaning on the side of the bed in an unrecognizable manner, his shoulders were sunk deep into the soft down pillow, revealing a bit of honey-colored skin. The physique of a young man in his early 20s has lost all childishness and has become strong and angular.His frame was very broad, his hands and feet were long, and he had a height rarely seen among Italians.And the muscles covered by the skeleton are conspicuous but not exaggerated, as vigorous and smooth as a leopard when running, and as intimidating as a falcon when its wings are flapping.

The line of his neck is as rugged as a mountain, hooking a pair of broad shoulders, and a well-trained chest under the broad shoulders.His ribs are not obvious, but the mermaid pattern on his waist and abdomen is extremely deep, carrying a kind of classical painting-like, universal temptation.He has a very different temperament from Giuseppe, it seems to be rough, but there seems to be some kind of tenderness that is not there.

Xavier heard the crisp sound of running water in the bathroom, it was Giuseppe taking a shower.Looking at the flickering figure on the frosted glass, he suddenly complained about the design of this office.Of course, this young master would never act like a voyeur anyway, after all, he had no curiosity about that body for a long time.He was just a little distracted, and felt as if the water splashed in his head.

He tried to think about other things, about tonight's banquet, about the guests at the banquet.Those well-dressed politicians, those women with heavy makeup, those colorful cocktails that complement each other, and those bright decorative flowers surrounded by trees.There are also soft wool carpets, warm greetings, and people's unabashed, heartfelt respect.

Xavier suddenly felt that this matter was a bit fantastic, a bit like a distortion of a dream.He even felt that, not so long ago, he was dying for a meal in the slums.But now, the food and the money are so inexhaustible.And in his past 24 years, he has never been promoted like today, and he has never received such honorable treatment.

Giuseppe introduced him, as the new chief of Barone, to some of the most influential people in Chicago.These characters shook hands with him, hugged him like an old friend, and talked about fragmentary and everyday topics.They bowed their heads, handed their business cards with both hands, and swore to Xavier that they would always recognize each other's friendship, and were even willing to offer their respect anytime and anywhere.They were even willing to pour wine for Xavier, to finalize the business with Barone on the spot, to solve any problems that the young master was worried about, and to meet any requirements raised.

If it wasn't for Giuseppe's introduction, if it wasn't for their glamorous appearance, Xavier almost thought that they were the lowest members of the family and could not resist all his wishes.And this kind of respect and obedience undoubtedly reached its peak when Giuseppe knelt down on one knee to tie Xavier's shoelaces.Xavier still doesn't know how strong his nerves are to support the consultant so neatly, pretending to be submissive and whitewashing the appearance of peace in front of him.

Xavier still remembered that Giuseppe was still talking to him one second, and suddenly knelt down on the ground the next second, and tied his shoelaces for him.Xavier saw his white neck looming between the shirts, and the folds of the dress folded at the shoulders and back, reflecting a soft luster from the matte satin.

He froze his body, feeling that this situation was rather strange, but suddenly, from the strangeness, he remembered some bad things.Xavier quickly realized the sad fact that the last time he looked at the advisor in this light was when Giuseppe was drunk on Christmas Eve, biting his zipper with his teeth, half-compulsively Do "French" Moments for him.

For some reason, Giuseppe understood this idea clearly.So after he finished tying his shoelaces, he smiled slightly and looked up at the young master.His expression is still kind, the gold-rimmed glasses are half-reflected from the light, but there seems to be some kind of blade-like sharpness in those gray-green eyes.Xavier was a little strange. He didn't understand the reason for this staring, but before he could react, he was pronounced by the consultant in a lowered voice:

"Dirty."

Xavier was tempted to excuse himself and swear to Christ that it was absolutely not his fault.But the eyes of those big men were all glued to his body like tape, preventing him from making any unusual moves.Therefore, the young master had no choice but to accept Giuseppe's judgment that was actually not wrong with a gloomy face.

But fortunately, Giuseppe did not continue to laugh at him because of this matter, but chose to step on his leather shoes and chat with those ugly old men.As for the purpose of this banquet, Xavier probably knew something about it. He heard about Erwin from Giuseppe, and was anxious about the consultant's vision of people.Erwin, that poor Yankee congressman, is shit in his eyes.He couldn't understand why Giuseppe would help such a seemingly useless figure.

For this question, the explanation given by Giuseppe made Xavier even more confused.The consultant told him a set of theories about harvest and reward that seemed to come from Antonio, and told him that a hundred rewards out of favors are not as good as one heartfelt gratitude.The consultant also said that even if Irwin has no ability to repay now, he may rely on Barone's relationship to get ahead in the future.At that time, the more they give, the more they will reap, and there is no need to worry about losing money.

After hearing this, Xavier wanted to ask the consultant if he was also the target of this kind of investment.However, he couldn't ask such sharp questions anyway.And Xavier, in his mind, seemed, rather strangely, to have foreseen the outcome.

Hey, if this relationship is a venture capital investment, then he may be the worst loser in Giuseppe's life.

Thinking of this, Xavier felt a little sad, but also a little inexplicably happy.He stood silently in the corner, looking at everything under the crystal lamp not far away, all the lights and shadows intertwined with each other, and all the bustling and noisy places.The turbulent and surging emotions he had once faced Don Gilardino once again occupied his whole body and soul.

If Vanity Fair is a fast-changing drama, then he has now stood at the center of the stage and completed his initial appearance.All the dazzling splendor and all the enviable successes in the future will start from here, from this second.Xavier suddenly felt that at this moment, his palm was full of strength.He seems to be omnipotent, he seems to have everything.This kind of fluttering thought has been stubbornly filling his mind, driving him to act, making him frivolous and unruly.

And this kind of thought, when Giuseppe walked out of the bathroom, it still didn't dissipate.The consultant was wearing a cream-colored silk nightgown, his hair was wet, and the water droplets dripping from the ends of his hair slowly fell down the collar along the hollow of his collarbone.He turned his head and wanted to urge the young master to take a bath, but suddenly he showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and then he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Xavier, my cutie..."

Usually this beginning means that what he said next will most likely not be a good thing:

"The newspaper in your hand is upside down."

Reminded by him like this, Xavier immediately became a little flustered and turned the newspaper upside down again.Then, he looked at the consultant with a slightly complaining look, as if he was blaming him for looking for trouble.Giuseppe still smiled lowly, and boldly met his gaze with his iron-faced face.

Xavier has nothing to do about it, he can only secretly despise the middle-aged hypocrisy in his heart.He decided to get out of bed immediately, go into the bathroom, take a hot shower, cover himself with the quilt, and sleep peacefully, so as to avoid Giuseppe's expression that looked like he was looking at a joke.

However, the consultant is always vicious.Giuseppe took a step ahead, straddled him, and looked at him quietly with a smile that sent chills down his spine.Xavier felt that the consultant seemed to take sitting on him as a pleasure, so he could take the trouble to repeat this behavior similar to sexual harassment.He slipped through the hem of his silk nightgown, stroked the smooth skin on Giuseppe's thigh, and commented rather unsightly:

"Giuseppe, can you put on your underwear next time you get out of the shower?"

When Giuseppe heard this, he choked for a moment, unable to utter a rebuttal.He had no choice but to change the subject in some embarrassment, and tried to understand Xavier's experience at the banquet.He said:

"Those old men seem to like you very much."

"Who the hell... hell, can you change the word?"

The young master was taken aback by Giuseppe's words, and instinctively wanted to refute, but caught a hint of teasing in the consultant's eyes on the way.He felt that Giuseppe must be the incarnation of some kind of devil, and he also had the ability to penetrate people's hearts.But he has no way to contend with it, he can only use a mortal way, some self-defeating admission,

"Hey, just think they like me!"

Looking at Xavier's melancholy expression, Giuseppe secretly felt a little satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.He straightened the neckline of the silk nightgown, but it was more like pulling them apart, and then suddenly asked solemnly:

"Xavier, do you want to be like them?"

Xavier felt incredible, and even wondered if Giuseppe had placed a monitor in his mind.Although what Giuseppe said has always been entrenched in his mind, but Christ, he really never revealed a word of relevant information to that consultant!

Giuseppe was not the least bit surprised by this. He understood this idea very well, because in some ways, he himself was a believer in this idea.He remembered the first time Antonio had taken him to a banquet long ago, before he took over as Barone's advisor.

At that time, he had just finished his life in exile in Italy and returned to the long-lost land of Chicago.He doesn't have too many demands on his future, and the desire to survive occupies his whole body and mind.All his goals are to live decently, to live with dignity like a human being, but it has nothing to do with strife and struggle.

He didn't know yet that high society was just whitewashed Rue de Bettony, and that famous politicians were only lowly whores in disguise.Therefore, when he came into contact with everything gleaming under the crystal lamp, he couldn't restrain a thought in his heart:

He wanted to be one of them, to gain respected power.

Of course, this kind of thinking, in the sinister waves of the world, gradually leaves only the understanding of intrigues and the management of gains and losses.But in the final analysis, Giuseppe's gentle mask, that superficially gentle tone, all come from learning from those characters.

And Giuseppe, the consultant, recalled so far, and then concluded with some vicissitudes:

"Xavier, it is human nature to yearn for fame and fame, and it is human evil to pursue fame and fame."

The author has something to say:

Hey, in fact, they are playing hooligans with each other...

In addition, the next Chinese New Year is coming~ There may be situations where I can’t finish writing because of things, I will try my best to keep updating~