Mr. Consultant

Giuseppe, the tall and handsome consultant, was tightly held by Xavier's wrist, and then walked out of the living room of the "big garden" in a daze.His head was filled with Xavier's words, playing back like a cassette tape, destroying his nerves over and over again.He couldn't figure out what that little young master meant, and did he really have a little terrible love for him as he said?

O terrible love.

Giuseppe couldn't help being a little worried, although he also loved Xavier deeply, and he could even swear to Christ that his infatuated love was no less than that of the young master.But he still feels confused from the bottom of his heart, what kind of thing is the so-called love between people.

However, Giuseppe never doubted his own intentions, because that was what he got from death.He paid blood and countless pains in exchange for a clear relief, a complete sobriety.He will not give up this sobriety, will no longer paralyze himself with the needs of work and Don Barrone's last words.To the end of his life, he will embrace that utterly fruitless love, although it is often so heavy that he can hardly breathe.

But he didn't understand what it was like to love each other.He has already buried his infatuation in his chest, and is ready to never say it out loud for the rest of his life.He can take all these exciting things, all the strong and courageous things, and take them quietly to the grave.But now, which made him unbelievable, there seemed to be some inexplicable changes.Maybe that young master liked him, maybe he also had a bit of damned, unreasonable love for him.

Giuseppe should have been happy about this, but just before he was happy, a feeling of helplessness took over his nerves first.He couldn't figure out how to talk to Xavier about this matter, and tell the young master the love in his heart that no words could convey.He can charge forward desperately for him, and he can do everything for him, but how should he say it?The three words "I love you" are still too thin, too thin.If in this world, there is the ability to convey thoughts without speaking, then it must be given to him.Christ, it must be given to him.

But neither Christ nor the Virgin Mary could redeem the advisor.They always seem to appear when they are happy, but difficulties, those seemingly impossible to overcome, must be overcome by human efforts.

Of course Giuseppe understood this, so he sat on the double bed in the bedroom, and then carefully considered everything that should be explained to the young master.Xavier takes a shower in the bathroom, which usually takes about 10 minutes. Giuseppe must come up with an exact plan and formulate a detailed strategy in this limited time.

In the bottom of his heart, he instinctively felt that the best time was today, before Xavier forgot what he said in front of everyone, and before he changed his unpredictable mind.As a result, Giuseppe was on the verge of a formidable enemy. He never confessed to anyone, only knowing boring sex and boring love words.He felt that he was such a fool, but there was nothing he could do. No one could tell him how to express his love to a young man 12 years younger than himself.

The consultant, then, had to plot his love as if plotting a conspiracy.He seriously thought that he should first express his thoughts to the young master and tell him exactly when and where he fell in love with the leader.He tried to be as sincere as possible so as not to let his words take on a weird, ironic tone.He knew that he often used this tone to discuss some issues that were actually quite personal with Xavier.

And after expounding these ideas, he should discuss their future with Xavier to determine the complicated relationship between them that cannot be explained clearly in a few words.They may become lovers, or they may maintain the form of superiors and subordinates, but no matter what, they should be more reliable than the current state of only going to bed, and they will be more visible.

Thinking of this, he thought about himself helplessly.He really didn't intend to maintain this inexplicable relationship with Xavier, nor did he want to seduce the young master to achieve some ulterior purpose.He just accidentally obeyed his humble and ugly desire, and then pretended to be forced and had no choice.

So in the final analysis, he was still that vile and shameless whore from Bertoni Street, who could sell his dignity and body for a little bit of dispensable pleasure.He was just loved and protected by that young master, so he hasn't shown his original face and character so far.If there was no such weird deep silence, no such seemingly violent gentleness, perhaps he would have already become the laughing stock of others.

He thought, why didn't Xavier tell him this fact sooner?Why do they waste time on such boring issues, but they can't cleanly love each other?He couldn't figure it out, the excitement overflowed in his heart, messing up his thinking, making him uncontrollably delusional about some unfounded things, even making him unable to understand the reason for this excitement.

Thinking of this, Giuseppe was forced to stand up from the bed by an unconcealable anxiety.He stood there for a while meaninglessly, then unbuttoned his suit jacket.He threw the coat on the bed without caring whether it would wrinkle or not.

And Giuseppe, a notoriously hysterical advisor, usually couldn't bear the slightest bit of such a thing, such a chaotic scene.He even had a few arguments with the young master about it, but now he feels that everything doesn't matter, even if he turns over all his wardrobes—

No, that's still not okay, that's absolutely not okay.

Giuseppe's mind was a little confused, and he couldn't figure out what problem he was trying to solve.A strange impulse guided him, drove him, made every cell in him want to say love to Xavier.He was going to rush into the bathroom almost immediately, and then grabbed the young master by the shoulders, telling him how much work he had lost, how much nerves he had wasted, and how much time he was crazy about because of this boring relationship, regardless of everything. Longing to be loved, longing to be held tightly.

He had already lost his composure, from the very beginning, from the very first glance.

Giuseppe pursed his lips, the air conditioner made him feel a little chilly.So he picked up his coat from the bed, and then sat back without warning.The cold woke him up, made him realize something helpless.Because of this, he felt that the whole thing was even more inexplicable and unreasonable.The emotion of surprise and joy receded slowly, leaving only a bit of cruelty and silence of reality.The barriers set up before began to cause trouble, and that conservative and cowardly mood began to seize his nerves again.

Even if he loves Xavier deeply, even if Xavier loves him equally deeply, there is still the obstacle of family interests between them, and there is a 12-year age gap between them.If in a certain year and a certain month in the future, when Giuseppe and the business stand on opposite sides, that young master can still explain in public without hesitation like today that everything is because of his lover?Even if Xavier could do it, Giuseppe might not accept it.He couldn't bear the leader he had worked so hard to educate, and made any stupid decision because of a little love with himself.He also couldn't bear being bound by boring emotions, forgetting his duty and original intention as a family consultant.

And after all, does Xavier really love him?Could all of the above be extraordinary acting skills, or could it be that the fans of the authorities took advantage of the trend?Is it just at that point that Xavier needs a reason to be angry, which involves so much unnutritive anxiety?If he rashly took this kind of playful words as sincerity, would it expose his thoughts and cause some more unmanageable problems?

The more Giuseppe thought about it, the more confused he was, wishing he could just disappear in place, and then run to Alaska to calm down in one breath.He carefully considered the risks of the whole matter, considered the possibility of the failure of the confession, and felt that there was nothing wrong with maintaining the status quo.Moreover, in this way, he can also take the opportunity to gain a sense of inexplicable superiority and ridicule that young master's poor aesthetics.

And just as he was thinking this way, Xavier, the young master, himself, the object of Giuseppe's ridicule, came out of the bathroom while wiping his hair.He saw the consultant sitting on the bed blankly, with a heavy face, as if he was facing an enemy.

Xavier thought it was funny, but just before he laughed, the consultant suddenly raised his head, and said to Xavier in a tone of interrogating criminals:

"Little cutie, do you like uncle so much?"

Not surprisingly, the young master choked on his content that was completely inconsistent with his tone.He hesitated, and finally walked over and kissed the corner of Giuseppe's mouth, then desperately suppressed his frantic heartbeat, put on a calm and calm look, and replied:

"Honey, of course I like you."

"Then you're really badass."

Giuseppe concluded thus, without hesitation, putting himself down in it.He concluded from the young master's calm tone that Xavier must not have any extra feelings for him, otherwise he would be secretly frightened like himself, even so nervous that he couldn't breathe.Because of this, he was relieved, and he could enjoy the kiss with peace of mind, which was enough to confuse the real emotion.He didn't care how many people the young master had told tender words of love to, because no matter what, Xavier was his only one in this filthy world.

This is enough.

Giuseppe smiled softly like a fox, then pulled the young master by the shoulders, and fell down on the bed with him slowly.He kisses Xavier on the forehead and talks to him in uninspiring conversation.He was as suggestive and provocative as he could, not caring about being loose or dirty.He was embraced by the little young master and was caressed by him, but he pushed him away, pulled off his tie, turned around and ran into the bathroom unceremoniously.

Xavier was a little numb, looking at the back of the consultant.In fact, he really wanted to take advantage of the situation to say what was in his heart, and give himself a rather carefree relief.And until he walked into the bathroom, the young master was thinking so stubbornly.He was going to do it right, talk to Giuseppe, tell him how he felt, and let him make a decision that wasn't really difficult.

He was no longer afraid of the consultant's resistance, nor was he afraid of his anger and suspicion. He knew Giuseppe's nature and predicted his own ending.He just felt that he shouldn't deceive his lover like this anymore, and he shouldn't use some plausible excuses to cover up the original intention. That Mr. Consultant has the right to know everything, even if the truth of the matter is not what he wants.

Xavier planned well, he knew that Giuseppe would not accept his rhetoric easily, but he was not worried about this, because he would not give up his emotions, nor would he make the slightest compromise.He can chatter endlessly, tirelessly, and tell the love in the ear of the consultant.It doesn't matter ten thousand times, or a million times, until Giuseppe and he also fall into the death place called love.

He will not worry about Giuseppe's hysterical resignation, he is the leader of Barone, as long as he does not agree, no one can take away his advisor.Giuseppe is a smart person, he must be able to understand this from the bottom of his heart, and he can take the initiative to give up this behavior that is not beneficial to both parties.

Everything is fine, as long as he and the consultant make it clear in a nice voice.

Xavier kept thinking this way, but suddenly changed his mind.He thought about the family affairs, the future and interests of the family.Barone's career has just started on the right track. If he had some inexplicable conflicts with that consultant at this moment, all his efforts would be in vain.He could not allow such a thing, just as he knew Giuseppe would not allow it.They're all Mafia guys after all, they're all fighting for "our cause" and have nothing to do with anything self-serving or self-serving.

They should dedicate their blood to the family, instead of talking about so-called love between children and bullshit here.So what if he talked to Giuseppe?That was just two fools attacking each other.So Giuseppe's reaction, on the contrary, made him feel relieved, and felt that life could continue like this without any difficulty.But he still felt a little inexplicable ambiguity, a little inexplicable palpitation, especially the gaze of the consultant, who always seemed to have a little bit of wonderful hope.

After all, they are too gentle, gentle as if ruthless.

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Come on, read to me: The essence of "Mr. Consultant" is to really want to kill you...