Mr. Consultant

Before the young master could react, Giuseppe realized that his words were really disgusting.He pretended to cough a few times, and then with great effort, grabbed Xavier's arm and got up from the bed.The young master looked at his limping back, and wanted to be kind and carry Giuseppe into the bathroom.However, just when he was about to make such a proposal, the consultant ordered him to stay where he was with a look of pornography.

Xavier was a little baffled, he really couldn't figure out what was going on in the brain of this consultant.He saw Giuseppe's slender figure reflected on the frosted glass, still with sharp shoulders and a narrow and slender waist.Today, seven or eight hours have passed, and Xavier is still a little unbelievable, this seductive and fascinating body, that hoarse voice singing like a siren, and that unyielding attitude The soul, and all the feelings on the soul, have completely become his property.

With a little hopelessness and helplessness, he told Giuseppe his love.He originally thought that the consultant would hate him, so he resisted.But she never expected that she would hear the same hopelessness and fear as herself from those mouths with pale blood and harsh words.He couldn't believe it, after all, in his eyes, that consultant was a hysterical, typical workaholic.He shouldn't fall in love with anyone, he shouldn't violate any hypocrisy, he lives by a mask, and he doesn't have to and can't reveal his true heart.

However, Giuseppe actually uttered that short but incantation that made people turn back and forth from his mouth.He was almost driven to a desperate situation, forced to an opportunity that would never be recovered if he missed it. The love in his heart surged, making him intoxicated and making him unable to breathe.Although the consultant has rehearsed countless confession scenes in his heart.

But at that moment, at the moment when he met Xavier's eyes, there were only barren words left in his mind.He began to not remember exactly how he planned, talking about some high-sounding foreshadowing and indecisive hesitation.He seemed to want to explain a few words for his feelings, to explain some irrelevant reasons, but when he raised his head and indulged in the warmth in the young master's eyes, everything had lost its meaning.

Giuseppe just asked nonchalantly, confessing his heart a little stupidly.His ecstasy, his emotion, and his amnesty were all slowly revealed after the initial blankness.Xavier looked at the trembling lips of the consultant, with a look of collapse in his calmness, and he suddenly realized that he didn't need too many words.Even if he had confirmed it ten times, a hundred times, thousands of times, it was still not as decisive as Giuseppe's grey-green eyes at this moment.

Xavier thought it was funny, obviously they were over 70 years old together, had countless lovers who loved and didn't love, and said countless true and false love words.But in front of each other, they will always worry about it day and night, tossing and turning sleeplessly, just like the first time they were moved.They are all so gentle, so afraid of losing, even when they are in a state of trepidation, they don't realize it.If it wasn't for God's teasing, if it wasn't for the arrangement of fate, they might have buried each other's feelings so deeply, and then went down to hell together with remorse.

Thankfully, they are still in love after all, and they haven't missed some of the most important things in life after all.But sadly, this kind of joy, this kind of unspeakable happiness, has never been expressed in an obscene and nutritious way.Xavier held Giuseppe on the bed for two hours, ignoring the consultant's refusal and crying.He even ignored Giuseppe's feelings, and talked to himself from the bottom of his heart, taking these struggles and begging for mercy as some kind of subtle pleasure.He admits that he went too far, but he never apologizes, let alone regrets it.

Moreover, in the final analysis, Giuseppe has always been a duplicity character, even though he scolded and complained, he was helplessly immersed in the instinctive happiness.He always likes to say some provocative words and play some unreasonable tricks.Xavier sometimes felt that the consultant must have some masochistic tendencies, otherwise why would he take the trouble to challenge his patience and nerves?

But in fact, the consultant, who is considered to be a masochist, has completely forgotten what happened last night.Of course he was happy for Xavier's love for him, and of course he was grateful for the return of his infatuation.Before that, however, he was Mr. Barone's advisor, Mr. hysterical workaholic, who couldn't think too much of boring, unproductive selfish desires.Albert's matter began to circle in his mind again, and Lina, the widow of the big fat man, sent some letters.He had to find a way to get some definite information from these unsigned papers, so as to track down the whereabouts of the money and solve these long-delayed problems.

But he had no idea about it. At the banquet last night, he asked those old antiques euphemistically about Albert's situation in the "big garden".This unpopular character who was sent to hell by his own hands was indeed, as people said, not at all close.Because of his power and the friendship between him and Don Barone, people vassalized by his side, but they didn't have the morality to take risks for him at all.

Thinking of this, Giuseppe felt a little inexplicably terrified. After all, with his sinister and ruthless personality, it is quite possible to fall into the irreversible situation like Albert.Although this situation can't affect him too much, he still doesn't want to see only flattering villains and allies bound by interests left by his side.

People like them, who dance on the tip of a knife and revel in death, are actually prone to some feelings of loneliness, or warmth similar to sadness.They all hide their hearts too well and magnify the cruelty of human nature too much.Their emotions are unbalanced, so they need an object to confide in, an object who can understand their pain, but will not comment too much.

In the past, Giuseppe would only vent his helpless anguish on violent sex.But now he has an inexplicable relationship with Xavier, so maybe he can say some silly things to that young master.Xavier would have forgiven him, even if those words didn't actually mean much, and it wasn't a surprising fact.But as long as he can listen quietly, hold himself in his arms when necessary, forgive his mistakes, forgive his crimes, that's enough, it seems that the whole world has given him great kindness.

Thinking of this, Giuseppe wet the towel with cold water, then rubbed his face fiercely, regaining a little sobriety from the nutrientless love.What kind of madness is he suffering from? He actually thinks that the young master can solve all problems as long as he hugs him.He actually looks like a schoolgirl, yearning for a little pointless, childish tenderness.Hell, he doesn't need any silly hugs, or any kindness from the world, and Xavier can fuck him or get out of bed right away.

Oh, sad, Giuseppe.After all, in the end, he could only vent his troubles at work in the endless sex, although he would no longer have any other objects other than that young master, nor would he agree with other feelings other than that young master. .But he is still a shameless prostitute, but he has signed a lifetime nurturing agreement with someone.

Oh no, to be precise, the young master's living expenses still depend on his management.

Giuseppe was a little frustrated. He felt that with his own mind, he would not make such a completely loss-making business.But the truth, the brutal truth, is what it is.Even just a few seconds before, Giuseppe had had the slightest relish in this hopeless folly.However, he has already made a promise, an agreement that he will never go back on in this life, he is already the property of that young master, and there will be no room for excuses.So he had to chalk up this whim of the moment to some kind of damned, terrible love.

Therefore, the consultant had no choice but to put the towel on the rack, and then walked out of the door with bare feet.Xavier was still sitting on the bed, holding a white bath towel in his hand, and transparent drops of water slipped from the ends of his hair, and fell silently into the broad and hot chest.He saw the depressed expression on Giuseppe's face, and he didn't understand why the consultant was angry for some inexplicable reason.But even so, he still took Giuseppe's wrist, pressed him into his arms and kissed his lips well.

And that Mr. Consultant, to his inconceivable, behaved quite docilely, and didn't even say a line that spoiled the scenery.He just leaned on the young master's shoulder, then raised a pair of grey-green eyes full of smiles, looking at the deep facial features and intoxicating expression on the young master's face.

Xavier felt a little inexplicable. From the bottom of his heart, he felt completely unable to adapt to such an easy-going, seemingly temperless consultant.He thought, could this be Giuseppe's nature, so this kind of hysterical workaholic still has a little clingy and tender feeling?

The young master tried his best to restrain the touching thoughts in his head, so as not to make himself laugh like a fool without thinking.Although, he has no face to speak of in front of Giuseppe.But on the second day of this lifelong confession, and in the early morning when the enthusiasm is still warm, he'd better act more serious, and don't run wildly in the direction of that middle-aged hooligan like the consultant.

Of course, the young master had no intention of offending Giuseppe in any way.He just said some plain truths, some infallible facts.After throwing off his gentle mask, the consultant gentleman has a certain surprising debauchery and unbearableness.But it is a pity that Xavier has no intention of sharing these rather wonderful experiences and knowledge with others, whether it is debauchery or unbearable.

He stretched out his hand to smooth the hair on Giuseppe's forehead, and then asked the consultant about today's itinerary in a good voice.After hearing this, Giuseppe lowered his head silently, sorted out the documents on his desk, and then gave a rather ruthless explanation. He said:

"Xavier, uncle's cutie, you'd better read the letters that Lina brought, and find out who is playing with the dignity of the family and flouting our rules."

He paused, then said:

"Also, don't hug me in this disgusting way. I'm not your woman, and I don't need your inexplicable tenderness like in the novel."

After Giuseppe finished speaking, he immediately sat up from his arms, as if it was someone else who was leaning on his shoulders just a second ago.Under Xavier's unbelievable gaze, he took off the cream-colored silk nightgown from the hanger, then walked to the desk with bare feet, and leaned against the edge of the solid wood table with exquisite patterns in a casual movement.

Xavier looked at his soft and fair thighs exposed from the hem of his nightgown, and retorted a little restlessly:

"Why should I hug you so disgustingly? In the final analysis, you are not the one to rely on yourself? Christ, do you think you are as cute as a woman? Can a 36-year-old uncle be as cute as a woman?"

After hearing this, Giuseppe suddenly put on a look of looking at the poor man, and stared at the young master's eyebrows with a bit of explicitness.He slowly lifted the hem of the silk nightgown, and then deliberately crossed his legs, revealing a large piece of ivory-colored skin.While holding the phone receiver between his shoulders, the consultant silently mouthed to the young master:

"Am I not cute?"

Xavier hoarse suddenly, and quite clearly, he understood the origin of the expression of looking at the poor man.He lamented in his heart, feeling that he was really a worthless guy, but he still couldn't help himself, and leaned in front of the consultant, and carefully tucked his clothes.

Giuseppe raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of mischievous smiles, and he said solemnly to the other end of the phone:

"Hi, it's me, Giuseppe of Barone. Greetings from Jiushu, I wish you all the best... I have a small request, I hope you don't refuse no matter what... No, no, no, this has nothing to do with interests, yes Your friendship with Barone. I want to know who owns the tavern called Tramondo in the Old Town. It is very important to me, and it is very secret. So I hope you will give it to me as soon as possible. I have an answer, but don't let other irrelevant people know about it."

The unknown gentleman on the other side of the phone seemed to agree to Giuseppe's request very simply.So the consultant thanked him with a smile, then turned around and put down the receiver briskly.Before the young master asked the question, he explained to him in a friendly voice:

"That's Erwin, that poor Yankee congressman who was almost scared to death by you. But he's working with Oliver now, and he's not poor at all, and he's not afraid of slick thugs like us." ...Of course, considering my kindness to him, he will still not object to any of my proposals."

Giuseppe said so, and hoped to get some definite echo from Xavier.But the young master just stared at his thigh intently, and then made some rather inappropriate words:

"Giuseppe, as the leader of Barone, I order you not to wear this inexplicable pajamas again."

"Little cutie, uncle has nothing else to wear."

"Honey, don't make me mention that burgundy red lace underwear you hid in the drawer."

"..."

The author has something to say:

Giuseppe smells so good! ! ! !Suck! ! !He is mine (goose)! ! ! !