Mr. Consultant

"Damn, how am I still alive?"

When Giuseppe woke up from the anesthesia, there was only one thought in his mind.Because of his waist injury, he could only lie on his side on the bed, and felt that the pale walls of the hospital were almost touching his eyeballs.He couldn't figure out which wonderful doctor insisted on making him maintain this posture of facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes.

But in fact, Giuseppe, the consultant, has been in the hospital many times in his life.In this pure white environment, he sent Antonio away, and then succeeded him as the core of the family.A few years later, he sent Don Barone away in this environment again, and was driven by the old man's will to serve his young master with all his might.

And he himself has also been hit by bullets, stabbed by knives, and even fortunately experienced a massive explosion.He is witnessing death and blood every day, witnessing the same stupid struggles of human beings under the death and blood for thousands of years.He knows that he is also a part of this struggle, and one day he will perish in this endless innocence.

However, he has nothing to regret. Giuseppe realized a long time ago that there is an incorrigible desperation in him.He seems to be ignorant of ordinary people's means of solving problems, so he can only seek answers from the most extreme, cruel, and unethical methods.It was true for Molo, it was true for Giovanni, and it was true for Maldini.

This consultant, from the bottom of his heart, thought that he would not have any good luck for doing many evil things.However, the current situation couldn't be clearer. He was very lucky, and this time he still couldn't go to hell cleanly.But then again, when he was stabbed by a knife or hit by a bullet, he seemed to have cleverly avoided the vital points, and only gave him a little bit of unnecessary pain.Although, this dispensable pain seemed to kill him at the time.

But he is still alive, still watching his enemies die, looking at those who have given him misfortune, the misfortune that has been multiplied by a thousand times.He sometimes felt that God was simply blind, or some bad scale that was seriously out of alignment, because many people who were kinder and more loyal than him died, but he was still alive.Although, to him, living is just the accumulation of money, the accumulation of sex, and no other noble pleasures.But that's enough, at least he can still enjoy the fluttering numbers on the books, as well as Xavier's admirable bed skills.

Hey, in the final analysis, life is something you earn by yourself, so what does it have to do with God?

Thinking of this, Giuseppe felt a little inexplicable relief in his heart.Because he found that under this theory, he didn't have to go to reunite with Antonio early, let alone face Don Barone's soul.How should he explain to them?Although Xavier, the young master, did become some kind of exclusive character, he himself developed a kind of damn love for it.

Yes, damn love.

The consultant, at this very moment, suddenly wanted to close his eyes again.He realized that his brain, which was still not clear, had actually forgotten this terrible question.Giuseppe also knew, clearly knew, how inexplicable, even how stupid and ridiculous this matter was.But no matter what, he couldn't give up this idea.Although he actually doesn't know the true meaning of so-called love, he still stubbornly believes that this kind of unspeakable subtle emotion should undoubtedly be called love.

He was fascinated by him, intoxicated by him, and worried about some worthless things for him.All he could think about was his actions, his words, the reflections in his eyes.He seemed to be the air in his lungs, breathed by him, warmed, entered his blood, and engulfed his sighs.If he was still in the mood, it was just a reflection of his look.If there is still light in him, it is only a trace left by him.

Oh, how hypocritical.

Giuseppe judged like this in his heart, and felt a little ungrateful, he didn't want to see the young master.He didn't feel the need to explain his thoughts to Xavier, because such thoughts were neither important nor beneficial.Although he loves that young master, it is only love. The sun will not be destroyed because of this, and the world will not stop because of it.Even the space between them, which was too small to be worth mentioning, would not cause the slightest ripple.

Besides, Giuseppe had owned the young master's, most of the time.Instead of having any effect on this, his love will give Xavier a subtle illusion.But in fact, there is always a rather unreasonable idea in the mind of this consultant.He always felt that he could fall in love with Xavier, of course he couldn't before, but the current situation forced him to make a cowardly compromise and give up his own rules.But he still didn't allow Xavier to have some excessive affection for him, he felt that it was dangerous, like the whisper of a devil, which would lead to unforeseen disasters and tragedies.

Giuseppe himself could not explain the source of this idea, but he would rather bury all his feelings than see the young master turn against him and cry for him.This is his bottom line, his unbreakable principle, even higher than his life.

But when he secretly felt complicated for that young master, he heard someone sobbing softly behind him.Giuseppe was taken aback, and many ghost stories about the hospital came to mind.But he couldn't turn around because of his injury, so he had to ask in a rather weak voice:

"who is it?"

Then, in the next second, the consultant heard the loud bang of the chair falling to the ground.He was quite frightened, but at the same time he was convinced that the person sitting behind him should be some stupid and cowardly human being.

And this stupid and cowardly human being asked tremblingly after a long time, "Consultant, are you awake?"

Giuseppe agreed softly. Listening to the voice, he knew that the person behind him was Luca, the baby-faced youth assistant.This made him amused, but also a little inexplicably worried.The consultant knew that he had been in a coma for a long time, and according to the plan, Xavier should have been released on bail.But why isn't that little bastard here, not in the hospital, not by his side?

Is there something wrong with the plan, is it that the judge is unwilling to give this favor, or is there something wrong in the family and some people object to his resolution?Giuseppe couldn't figure it out.As the anesthesia wore off, his wound began to ache like burning.This kind of pain made him stiff all over, it was difficult to breathe, and he couldn't even think about some meaningless things.And although he also knew that Xavier actually did not have the obligation to take care of him, nor did he have an agreement to visit him, but he still felt a little bit lost in his worries, and felt a little sadly self-inflicted.

After a while, Luca seemed to finally lift the chair up, and the poor stainless steel feet slid across the tiles, making a tiny, barely audible noise.Giuseppe paused, mobilized the only sobriety in his mind, and then asked Luca:

"Where is the young master, have you come out of the prison?"

There was an unresponsive silence behind him, which made Giuseppe's nerves tense. He was afraid of hearing some bad replies, afraid of knowing some bad things.This excessive anxiety made him uncontrollable, enduring the great pain and asking loudly,

"Luka, where is the young master?"

"I'm here."

That sudden, short answer, like a bullet, hit Giuseppe's body and soul again.Xavier, his slightly hoarse low voice, echoed in the hospital ward, penetrated into the wall, and seemed to penetrate the heart of the consultant.

Giuseppe was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out what happened, but before he could figure it out, a burst of inexplicable relief preempted all his emotions.He didn't know whether this relief was because the plan went well, or simply because Xavier was by his side.But although this Mr. Consultant was full of gentle thoughts in his heart, what he said was still harsh and ruthless:

"Xavier, Uncle's sweetheart, can't you find another room so I'm not facing the wall?"

"No, I swear to Christ, I didn't arrange this."

After Xavier finished speaking, he smiled lowly and stood up from his chair.He supported Giuseppe's chin with one hand on the snow-white bed sheet of the hospital, then bent down, and supported Giuseppe's chin with the other hand, making him turn his head slightly.He and the consultant looked at each other wordlessly, the midday sun reflected in those honey-brown eyes, which were even brilliant, and he whispered:

"Honey, you can actually look at me."

"Then why don't you kiss me?"

Giuseppe couldn't help getting goose bumps because of the young master's seemingly affectionate words.Therefore, he tried his best to search out some disgusting topics in his mind, and then put on an indifferent appearance, and replied bitterly and calmly.

Xavier listened to his words, even though he knew it was just the consultant's malicious ridicule, he still felt a little sad joy about it.He kissed Giuseppe lightly on the corner of his mouth, then extended the kiss to the lips, to the palate, to all the teeth and tongue.His movements were not violent, and even had a gentle illusion, making Giuseppe suspect that the one who kissed him was a lover who loved him deeply.

"Little cutie, is this how you treat patients?"

The consultant licked his lips, and with a pair of gray-green eyes sideways, he said in a hoarse voice.He couldn't figure out what Xavier meant. The young master seemed to have finally found a way to play tricks on him, and he was happy to try it on him.Giuseppe had no room to resist this. If it had been a few days ago, he might have been able to protect his little dignity with his own actions.But at the moment when he can't move, when Xavier is taking care of him, it's better for him to choose to obey without any complaints.

And Xavier, the young master, found that Giuseppe didn't understand any questions at all.At first, it was just a cautious temptation to know when the consultant would sound the alarm in his heart, and when he would doubt his real motives.

However, what the young master didn't expect was that Giuseppe seemed to be made of wood. He was indifferent to all temptations, and even distorted them into Xavier's malice.And he will even back with profit, racking his brains to cheat, completely unaware that in Xavier's eyes, these seem to be extremely vivid flirting.

Thinking of this, Xavier thought it was okay to do so, and almost gave up his original intention because of this.He couldn't help but want to talk about some bad topics with Giuseppe, and then listened with interest to the consultant's counterattack in a variety of ways.He knew that he was rather boring and vulgar, as if he had acquired the faults of that middle-aged uncle.But he just couldn't help it, and almost wished to change the beginning of every sentence he said to "Giuseppe, I love you."

Sick, incurable disease.

Xavier lamented in his heart, but said on his mouth:

"After all, you on the hospital bed are also you on the bed."

After hearing this, Giuseppe raised his eyebrows without making any comments.He instinctively felt that if this topic continued to develop, it would only become more unnutritious, so it was quite wise to end its life.He sorted out the thoughts in his mind that were scattered by the pain, and then said to Xavier:

"Have you done what I told you?"

Knowing he had something important to say, Xavier pulled the chair back to the bed.For the first time in these two days, he experienced Giuseppe's strong relationship in Chicago, he was deeply blessed by this relationship, and he was grateful to the advisor.So the young master sat on the stainless steel chair honestly, and reported to Giuseppe in a calm voice:

"Gustavo helped me get a gun license, and I can get it right away. For court-related issues, I asked Erwin to run errands for me. He has some contacts there, which is more convenient than people in the family. The only worry It's the jury, we don't have the list yet, we don't know the exact situation..."

When Xavier said this, he paused, weighed it in his heart, and decided to confess to the consultant,

"Giuseppe, one more thing, about the shooting, I played tricks on Gustavo. I told him that I didn't know the reason for the shooting, and that you seemed to be doing this to protect me. I didn't say it of course but I'm sure that's what I sounded like to say. You were in the operating room but I needed support from 'The Big Garden' and I'm sorry for taking advantage of you."

"Damn it, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Giuseppe cursed softly in Italian, he turned his head, looked at the young master in a rather ridiculous posture, and said:

"Xavier, I am your advisor and your subordinate. You can not only use my affairs, but also use me. This is only right and proper."

The author has something to say:

I was talking nonsense for a bit, and I found out that the word count was up...