Mr. Consultant

If time can be turned back and the world can be restarted, Dario must wish that he can go back half a minute, before Giuseppe confessed that terrible fact.But unfortunately, despite his chanting, God did not hear his pious prayer, and time did not turn back the slightest bit.The fire in the fireplace was still beating, the logs were still crackling, and the iron fence was still hot.

However, Dario felt that the air he sucked into his lungs was stagnant, like thick glue, trying to seal all his internal organs.The poor little old man opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, and the great shock made him a stunned mute.

Giuseppe didn't speak either, but just raised his head and stared into Dario's eyes with an obscure expression.The flames around him kept flickering, reflecting on the lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses, reflecting a little ignorant light.His eyes are like this bright light, even though it has been covered with cold ashes, there is still a bit of crazy heat stubbornly exuding.

Dario claims to know Giuseppe, understands his character, understands his methods, and appreciates the mechanical calmness that is different from others.But at this moment, Daario suddenly became not so sure.Giuseppe was far more of a Mafia than he thought.

This kind of statement may be a bit ridiculous, but his blade-like temperament, poisonous snake-like eyes, and that kind of indifferent smile mixed with the smell of blood and sex.All of them clearly and profoundly reminded Dario: in the few months after Don's death, the tall man in front of him had learned how to survive in the quagmire, and how to fight for the remaining air , or even how to end another's breath for one's own benefit.

But Giuseppe didn't intend to show such a look.He just couldn't help thinking about that bad day again, about Albert's betrayal, Maldini's pursuit, and Xavier... That damned little bastard Xavier dared to do anything wrong to him.He was just angry, and even a little inexplicably angry-even though it was himself who exposed the most embarrassing fact to him.

But Dario couldn't figure out what Giuseppe was thinking, and he didn't even dare to speculate rashly.He was instinctively aroused by that look, and cautiously probed like Don Barone.He stopped pacing like a cart wheel, withdrew his gaze, and sat back in his seat gently and slowly.

He hardly dared to make any extra noise.

"I don't understand..." Dario spoke after deliberation, trying to slow down his speech so that he could see the subtle changes in the expression on Giuseppe's face. He said:

"Do you remember that day, the day of Al's funeral? Xavier was hanging out with some unknown woman early in the morning, and you gave the woman 200 yuan to tell her to go away. You were in a secluded corner of the church, talking to me Said he was a dirty drunk, a brainless idiot. I don't understand, what the hell is going on now! Did you believe in evil, or he played a trick, or that's what it's called, damn it love?"

Startled by his last assumption, Giuseppe gave an awkward but veiled smile.With a gentle tone, he explained this huge misunderstanding to Dario.

"Grandpa, things are not what you think. At the height of the war, that idiot Xavier brought the woman home, exposed the location of the safe house, and made me escape with him. You don't know, Maldini The thugs with two machine guns chased after us like flies in blood, and almost beat us into a sieve."

He paused, and the emotions in his words became richer.

"And Xavier, that bastard, he's so annoying! I made a stupid pact with him just to shut him up and get him off the damn alcohol."

After Giuseppe finished speaking, he fixedly looked into Dario's eyes, as if waiting for an assessment.He is actually very clear that no matter how much he wants to get rid of, no matter how much he wants to escape, the experience of being a male prostitute on Betoni Street has irrevocably changed him.He despises his body, and is used to selling it in exchange for what he wants, or to achieve various purposes.It used to be a meal, a dose of drug, now it's Xavier's brief hiatus.Thinking of this, Giuseppe found very sadly that no matter how glamorous the appearance, he was still living the most depraved and depraved life.

He is still him.

And thanks to Giuseppe's revealing of his true feelings, Dario finally captured the key intention of this conversation.He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and even mocked himself for making a fuss over a molehill.The worst didn't happen, and probably never will.Giuseppe never intended to give up his job as a family advisor just because he slept with Xavier, nor did he intend to mix in some deadly love and tenderness.He's a truly qualified character.

Thinking of this, Dario returned to his former ease and casualness.He shook his head and said:

"My child, I sympathize with what has happened to you. But this is the end of the matter, let it be."

"No, it can't pass like this."

Giuseppe rarely interrupted others.He actually didn't want to point out Dario's mistakes and tell those unspeakable facts.But he respects Dario and thinks it is necessary for Dario to find out the whole truth,

"I slept with him more than once... many times, ten, or twenty, I can't remember."

"Damn it!"

Dario thought to himself, and almost cursed the words out loud.He hated his own hindsight, and even wondered if he had Alzheimer's.But he no longer dared to judge at will, to speculate on this even more bizarre story.And swear to Christ, Dario really doesn't know what two men can pull off.But his intuition told him that at this moment, he had to act like an elder and say a few words to Giuseppe in order to save the prospects of the Barone family.

"Giuseppe, you have to make a good deal with Xavier," he said, his tone slow and firm, "or Don will not let you go when you go to hell."

Strangely enough, Dario never seemed to think that Giuseppe would be able to see God, and was even more certain that Don Barone would be waiting for him in hell.Normally, Giuseppe would have laughed at his stubbornness, but now, he could only remain silent.Although he dominated this round of dialogue, and even easily discerned Dario's bluff, Giuseppe still lacked confidence, and he said to Dario in a gesture that could almost be called showing weakness:

"Old man, it's not that I don't want to make it clear to him. But Xavier, that bastard didn't give me any chance at all. Whenever I talk about this matter, he has 1 reasons and a thousand ways to make me give up resistance ...and what else can I do but talk to him like a sissy? Others can walk away and start all over again. But, but Xavier is my Don, Al begged me to take care He, I can't leave..."

Daario was overwhelmed by his momentum, his round eyes opened blankly.Every syllable in Giuseppe's mouth seems to be made of steel, with a kind of indestructible and indomitable temperament.Dario sat on the chair in a daze, realizing that he could no longer say anything, after all, Giuseppe was no longer that fledgling youth.

But Giuseppe still felt an unreasonable panic at Dario's silence, and he added, "Trust me, I will leave him alone, but not now."

"I know, I know..."

Dario laughed happily again, because he had nothing to do, so he had to say sincerely:

"Son, if you need help, or want someone to talk to, come to me, I'm always welcome. The cigars, the brandy, it's all for you."

Giuseppe nodded, with a calm expression on his face that made him look like a refined and wise scholar, or an accomplished lawyer.He smiled at Dario, his smile contained sincere gratitude and recognition, and then he looked down at the gold-plated watch on the slender wrist.

"I have to go." He said, shrugging helplessly, "There is still a young master waiting for me to clean up at home."

Dario didn't make much to keep him, but just patted him on the back and sent him to the front of the villa.Giuseppe said goodbye to him, picked up the plaid coat hanging on the hanger at the door, opened the door and walked out into the cold wind.

Then he heard a sentence:

"Hey! I'm too bored to stay in the building, so I came out to pick you up."

Xavier, who was standing not far away, finally got rid of his messy bird's nest hair. At this time, he was combing the fashionable back hair like a dog, showing a handsome but lazy face.His browbones are high, the bridge of his nose is straight, and there is a bit of sharpness in his razor-sharp cheekbones.But his honey brown eyes are so soft, like syrup overflowing on muffins, with a sweet and frivolous expression.And his full sunken lips seemed to be covered with icing sugar, and he could say the most beautiful love words in the world, and offer the most passionate and lingering kisses.

Such a handsome man who made people have to look twice, but he was still wearing the crumpled wool suit, the cream-colored shirt inside with an open neckline, and a strange-colored woolen scarf around the collar.Pulling on the carved leather shoes, he lazily approached Giuseppe, successfully messing up Giuseppe's good mood for the day.

Giuseppe looked at the face that had finally been shaved clean, feeling a little inexplicably frustrated.He wondered which would be a better opening between "Bastard" and "Idiot", but suddenly realized that Dario was still inside the door, so he had to put on a friendly face and walked up to Xavier.

"The matter of Maldini hasn't been settled yet, you don't have to go out and walk around..."

Giuseppe spoke in a businesslike tone, but secretly admired his city.He took out a cigarette and a lighter from the inside pocket of his suit, lit one, and leaned against the hood to take two deep puffs.There was no one else in the car, and it seemed that Xavier was going to send him back in person.To cope with the nearly hour of solitude without triggering any fatal altercation, Giuseppe felt compelled to rely on some nicotine to keep his cool.

Xavier knew he was a heavy smoker, but he didn't know that he would only smoke around him.Seeing this, he just folded his arms and leaned against the car door, staring at Giuseppe's pair of overlapping long legs, and the waist that appeared and disappeared in the woolen coat with a slightly obscene gaze.The side profile of this man is damn good, the drooping eyelashes are thick and long, the bridge of the nose and the chin have a nearly perfect angle.His skin was very fair, his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses were like glazed glass, but his lips biting a cigarette showed a crazy blood color.

Giuseppe knew that he was staring at him, but because Xavier would look at him with this kind of eyes from time to time, Giuseppe could already bathe in his gaze without being surprised, even his hands Smoked a cigarette without shaking.Whether fortunately or unfortunately, the 12-year age difference between him and Xavier made him only regard this young master as a naughty child.He couldn't think of Xavier as an ordinary love interest, despite the dark and dangerous relationship that had developed between the two.He believed there was a reason for all this, and not the dreaded "damn love" as Dario had said.

Xavier watched Giuseppe calmly and calmly smoked a cigarette, but for some reason, he became restless.He grabbed the palm of Giuseppe's hand that was about to shake out the second cigarette, and while the man was in a daze, he grabbed his chin and entangled his lips and teeth into a deep kiss.

Giuseppe knew very well that any struggle was futile and would only intensify the suffering.So he was kissed by Xavier indifferently, and even raised the neck with the tie seductively, revealing a section of fair and gentle skin.

Xavier held him in his arms, stroking the soft lips with his thumb contentedly.Giuseppe just looked at him, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case with one hand, and stuffed it into Xavier's mouth.

"gone back."

He said that his complexion was as usual, and even his breathing was steady.

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Giuseppe: This is not love, this is not love, this is not love (crazy rejection