Mr. Consultant

A week after Xavier, the wise young master, got rid of the thugs who killed Sandra, the poor woman was finally about to be released safely from the hospital.He was very happy about this, and mentioned to Giuseppe many times that he would buy Sandra a beautiful bouquet of lilies as a present.

However, that consultant gentleman has been living in fear and anxiety, and even almost got mentally ill because of it.As if guilty of guilt, Giuseppe made countless phone calls to judges and politicians to make sure that the matter was not pursued or asked.He didn't understand that after he shot and killed two drug dealers with his own hands, he would still be in such a state of confusion, spending all his time and effort because of a simple injury incident.Although he warned himself hundreds of times, after those hundreds of times, he couldn't help worrying about Xavier's safety and his behavior.

He defined this kind of thinking as hopeless toil, and then he suffered from headaches all day and night while pretending to be calm in front of outsiders.He regretted a little, realizing that he shouldn't know about Xavier at all, let alone think about him and worry about him.And after all, he still can't figure out why Xavier made such a decision.After all, in his eyes, that young master will always be the epitome of innocence and innocence.

In the past, Giuseppe had great contempt for this kind of inappropriate innocence.He felt that Xavier would only mess up his work and challenge his life, even the young master himself was an inexplicable problem.He is looking forward to Xavier's growth from the bottom of his heart, hoping that he can solve things like Don Barone, and even if he can't do this, don't add any unnecessary pressure to him.

And this desire became stronger after Don Barone's death, and it almost became a necessary topic for Giuseppe to go to church every week to pray.He thought with full expectation that as long as Xavier could be more mature and stable, he would be able to put down all the burdens on his shoulders, and then go to chat with Dario, the happy little old man, around the fireplace.

But in fact, none of these happy things had a connection with Giuseppe.Instead, he has more doubts without reason, and has more exhausting things.He couldn't figure out what was going on with that young master, and he was afraid that Xavier would fool his trust and deceive his eyes again.Even for the consideration of his nerves, Giuseppe didn't want to race on the road for the second time in his life, and then in a critical situation, kill two opponents who didn't even know their names.

And if Xavier really got rid of the previous foolishness, it would undoubtedly be good.But at the same time, Giuseppe felt an unspeakable anxiety and fear from the bottom of his heart.This feeling is like a character who knew the basics, but suddenly pretended to be a completely strange soul.

Although this Mr. Consultant once sincerely hoped that Xavier could understand the affairs of the family and practice their morality.But when that young master's hands were really stained with blood, he had nothing but regret and helpless sorrow.This was their lot, he realized, and he could neither prevent nor advance it.

After all, Giuseppe still knew that the young master had undergone some irreversible changes a long time ago.Maybe it was on the shore of Lake Michigan, maybe it was at the Federal Hotel, or maybe it was earlier, when he made that ridiculous agreement.But this kind of change is so insignificant that it will be easily obliterated by the appearance of habit, but they still exist stubbornly, and then wait for a certain opportunity to turn the world upside down in one breath.

Giuseppe was not used to it, not used to Xavier's firm and sharp eyes, not used to his tone of voice, not used to his serious expression.He was even more unaccustomed to his fruitless teasing, and from time to time, he was left speechless by the young master's questions.

Xavier's heart seems to have finally returned to his appearance, and he is no longer a bastard with an empty head and a brute force.He was finally able to figure out the books of each bookkeeping point smoothly, and calmly discuss the business process with those corner heads.But his violence, his ferocity, seemed to be only a flash in the pan, and the dust had been sealed in that kind tone.He even brought a gift, went to meet with Cesare, and sincerely told the cornerman that all the faults by the lake that night belonged to him, and asked him to understand and forgive Giuseppe's words and deeds.

Giuseppe had nothing to do about it. When he learned that Cesare and the young master accidentally fell in love, he had already given up the right to comment on the matter.But he still had an inexplicable feeling that he had been usurped by the dynasty.But the facts told him mercilessly that Giuseppe himself was the courtier who plotted evil.

Well, anyway, fortunately, everything is safe and sound.

Giuseppe stood in front of the glass mirror in the bathroom, while brushing his teeth, summed it up with pleasure.He was wearing a snow-white cotton shirt with the neckline wide open, revealing the suspicious marks on his collarbone.His suit was still hanging on the bed, so from the hem of the shirt, one could see a section of long and slender legs exposed.He frowned, and just about to put the water glass in his hand back on the marble countertop, he saw the little young master barging in sleepily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Xavier, if you can't get up, why did you meet Sandra at eight o'clock?" Giuseppe criticized him somewhat harshly. To this day, this is his way to save his self-esteem from that young master. the only way.

Xavier just looked at him, didn't answer, didn't say a word of complaint.Giuseppe was curious, and felt an eerie, frustrated feeling about it.He felt like a shrew looking for trouble, and suspected that the young master might be dissatisfied with him, otherwise, why would he put on an expression of allowing him to judge.

But it is a pity that the wonderful thoughts in Giuseppe's heart above cannot enter Xavier's mind.He just staggered, walked behind the hysterical workaholic, and stretched out his arms, in a hugging gesture, squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush.And his broad, bare chest, while sticking to Giuseppe's back, gave off a heat that seemed to be burning.

Giuseppe felt uncomfortable, thinking that the little bastard was too close to him, but he didn't want to say a word to remind him, lest he look like a young girl who didn't know the world.So he had no choice but to stiffen his neck, and even the action of putting the water glass became sneaky and light-footed.He saw in the mirror, the young master rested his chin on his shoulder, then whispered into his ear:

"Honey, I just hope that Sandra can leave that place full of disinfectant water as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

Giuseppe thought he was hallucinating, and he could never imagine that one day, he would be horrified by Xavier's terrible appellation.He paused, trying to calm down the turmoil in his heart and stomach, and said to the young master in a more nasty tone:

"But Xavier, uncle's sweetheart, what about your lilies?"

After hearing this, Xavier smiled softly, and while holding his toothbrush in his mouth, he replied indistinctly: "Based on our ability to be late, we can probably buy a bunch on the way."

The advisor, though he was tempted to refute his claim about "we" at this moment, had to get out of Xavier's arms as soon as possible before that.So he had no choice but to turn around, and quickly kissed the young master on the cheek, and then took advantage of his dazed opportunity to push his arm away.

Xavier covered his cheeks with his hands, amidst the inexplicable inexplicability, there was also a little invisible, quite boring secret joy.He tidied himself up neatly, then quickly put on his suit and rushed downstairs.

Giuseppe's light green Buick sedan was scrapped in the lakeside incident, so he had no choice but to drive the pure white Chrysler and wait in front of the brownstone building with an indifferent face.Fortunately, it was not too early or too late, and the consultant found a flower shop that was open in the second block after going out.

"Lily, right? You wait for me here."

With that said, he opened the car door and went out.The owner of the florist was a pudgy, smiling Italian woman.She wrapped the bouquet skillfully, and asked the consultant about some trivial matters in Italian.She wanted to find out what a beautiful woman his lover was, worthy of a huge bouquet of lilies he bought early in the morning.

Giuseppe was at a loss for words for a while, he would never admit it, when he heard the word "lover", it popped up in his mind.It was the face of that little bastard.He froze for a moment, and then he hesitated for a long time to explain to the shopkeeper that his friend, or rather a friend of a friend, can finally recover and be discharged from the hospital today.And this beautiful bouquet of lilies is a celebration of her smooth discharge from the hospital.

The flower shop owner was a little disappointed with his remarks, but for the sake of Giuseppe's gentle smile, he gave him a change without hesitation.She sent the consultant to the door of the flower shop again, and then said goodbye to him politely with a happy face.Giuseppe held the bouquet carefully, and the brick path in front of the door was full of pedestrians in suits and leather shoes.While pushing aside the commuters, he walked towards the pure white Chrysler parked on the side of the road.

And at this moment, he heard a "sorry".

Instinctively, the consultant looked back.He saw a slightly fat middle-aged man holding an umbrella, apologizing to a woman in a bright red dress.The woman had such a pretty face that it didn't fit the surroundings, so Giuseppe couldn't help but take a second look.But he didn't expect that the woman looked away instantly when she saw him.

Giuseppe's heart skipped a beat, some kind of ominous premonition was like an alarm bell, tugging at his nerves like a storm, and setting off countless turbulent waves in his mind.He turned his body immediately, then pushed the crowd away and ran towards Xavier.He can be injured, but his young master, his young master must know about it.

But just before he called Xavier's name, he heard the woman scream aloud:

"Falco!"

Giuseppe stopped suddenly and understood all the experience, but it was too late, the gunshots had already rang out.The bullet penetrated through his lower back and hit the asphalt road, making a heart-piercing crisp sound.

Hearing the gunshot, Xavier immediately took out a spare gun from the co-pilot's glove box, pulled off the fuse, and jumped out of the car.He didn't know where he got this calmness. He didn't care about Giuseppe who was lying on the ground, but pointed his gun directly at the heart of the woman in red.He pulled the trigger, saw the blood spray on her skirt, saw her limply fell to the ground, and saw her desperate eyes that never closed.

The crowd receded like the tide, the screams sounded like cheers, and everything was blurred in layers of bright red.

And it wasn't until the young master approached Giuseppe, until he touched the sticky blood, that he really realized what happened just now.He seemed to be the one whose heart was pierced through, and suddenly he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.He looked at Giuseppe's blood-splattered, weak, pale face, and his dazed gray-green eyes.He was silent for a few seconds, and then before the consultant could speak, he carried him into the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Giuseppe leaned on the back of the Chrysler chair and pressed his hands on the wound on his side. He could no longer feel the pain, and he knew it was a bad omen.The bullet might have punctured his spleen, or some other unlucky place, but anyway, his life was in danger, he might die.

Giuseppe felt hopeless, because in his bloodless and oxygen-deprived brain, apart from the fact that he might die, there was only Xavier left.That young master didn't have a license to hold a gun, and he wasn't acting in self-defense, so how on earth should he cover up this crime in full view of everyone?He couldn't figure it out, and the buzzing in his head almost interrupted all his thoughts.

Hey, young master, his young master.

Giuseppe lamented meaninglessly in his heart. He once heard that when a person is about to die, he can recall all kinds of things in this life.But his obscene life, his dirty and depraved nature, it's better not to look back like now.However, he still remembers his little master, his good and bad, and his unaccustomed changes.

Giuseppe has been ready to die at any time since a long time ago, from the time he joined Barone.He never feared the eternal separation, nor the punishment of hell. In his eyes, sinners should be punished by death.He lived a chic life, living every day as if it was the last day of his life.It's not like he hasn't experienced life-and-death moments, and he has even eaten five or six bullets.He always thought that he could let go, that he could still have no regrets before dying, but he was wrong, at least he was wrong now.

Giuseppe was thinking about a rather ridiculous question in a moment of confusion:

Why did he keep thinking about Xavier?

He couldn't figure it out, and it made him irritable and anxious, and he even wanted to catch his breath again.He knew that there was not much time left for him, but how, how could he bring this inexplicable doubt into hell?

Giuseppe therefore toiled in his mind, trying to make sense of this sterile problem.After a long time, long enough to wonder why he had not seen Antonio, he suddenly realized:

Oh, maybe it's that damned love.

Damn it, how did he not understand this until now!

Giuseppe was taken aback by his own stupidity and slowness. He suddenly wanted to tell the little bastard what he was thinking at this moment, and then frightened him into a stunned stunned, no longer calm.But he thought about it again, and felt that this was meaningless after all. Xavier was destined to move forward, and it was useless to know the feelings of a past person.

"Forget it, it just adds to the sadness."

These were the last words Giuseppe thought of before he fell into a coma.

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Cried……