Mr. Consultant

"Xavier, Xavier...Uncle's cutie, you'd better not lie on my desk and crumple the financial documents that Gustavo handed in. The second in command will kill you, after all, he Doing a little arithmetic is almost impossible."

As Giuseppe said that, while showing that foxy smile, he put the hot coffee in his hand on top of Xavier's head.The consultant gently kissed him on the cheek, then watched his stubborn lover open his eyes, and suddenly frantically stabilized the cup.

Xavier lifted the paper cover from the coffee cup, wondering what was wrong with the consultant, who, in his capacity as a 36-year-old uncle, made such a prank that only children are interested in.But Giuseppe, but the sunshine in Giuseppe's eyes is so dazzling to him, so impossible to fight back.The young master couldn't even utter a word of complaint, so he could only keep silent, drinking the fragrant coffee with his head down.

Giuseppe, he thought, was a rather satisfying existence as a lover, especially for the first time.At least the consultant would bring him some breakfast, and he would wake him up with a sweet voice in this lazy morning.Of course, it would be nice if the consultant didn't put a hot coffee cup on his head, and if he didn't buy the clean coffee he hates most, that would be even more satisfying.

Frowning, Xavier took a sip of the bitter, sour liquid in the glass.Although he knew that it was the first time that Mr. Consultant had a so-called love relationship with someone, he should be a little unfamiliar and careless.But the young master couldn't help reminding his lover:

"Honey, I don't like drinking such inexplicable things."

Giuseppe listened, and laughed lowly with his neck down.He mocked the young master's childlike palate for something sweet and tender.He even maliciously plans to order Xavier a glass of double-sugar orange juice the next time he buys breakfast.

There was nothing the young master could do about it. After all, he had tolerated Giuseppe's many shortcomings, and he didn't care to continue to tolerate some trivial things.And whenever he felt that the consultant was too far from what he expected, he would convince himself over and over again in his heart:

"Forget it, that's also a problem with your vision."

In short, Xavier has lost the best opportunity to preach to the consultant.Right now, he can only bear all the irrationality, all the absurdities, and all the true or false capriciousness of the consultant.He couldn't refute Giuseppe's words, because as long as he saw those gray-green eyes, all emotions softened and hesitated without warning, like steel meeting lava, and turned into a little inexplicable tenderness.So the young master had no choice but to agree softly:

"Okay, okay, I get it, but please don't lose Barone's face to the cafe. I don't want them to know that the South Chicago mafia boss is a person who likes to drink orange juice, likes The hopeless perversion of the middle-aged uncle. I don’t want them to know that the middle-aged uncle that the unlucky leader likes is a hysterical yet extremely cute and wonderful character.”

"Little sweetheart, even if you try your best to praise me, uncle won't feel the slightest bit happy."

Although Giuseppe said this, the smile in his eyes increased significantly.He suddenly pulled the young master's wrist, let his fingertips poke through the collar of the suit, and caressed the smooth silk lining.Xavier was dazed by the warm, soft touch.Then his fingers touched the sugar and cream in the inner pocket of the consultant's suit.

The consultant was still holding his wrist, and brought the contents of his pocket to Xavier. He leaned over and kissed the young master's fingertips, and then said slowly in Italian:

"Little cutie, how could uncle not know about your 'interest'?"

Although his tone was quite ambiguous and his voice was quite tender, there was nothing but malice in those gray-green eyes.Giuseppe let go of the young master's wrist, and took out a bacon sandwich and a hot muffin dipped in whipped cream from the paper bag.August has just begun, and the weather doesn't seem to be cooling down at all.And after working day and night, even though the air conditioner in the room has been turned on at maximum power, no one can eat this greasy and hot food.

Xavier suddenly had a headache, because he had already seen the slender fingers stretched out by the consultant, and the food with a strong aroma between the slender fingers.In the past, this Mr. Consultant would never do such inexplicable things. After all, he wanted to hide his original intentions, so that Xavier could not discover his sincerity.But now he has obtained the charter of the young master, or rather, he has obtained his own charter.He is confident and willing to use all means to please his lover, so that his eyes only stay on himself.

But unfortunately, Giuseppe doesn't seem to realize his age, let alone his past misdeeds.He had molested that young master so many times that Xavier became immune to most of the tricks, and could even make some counterattacks that were equally tasteless without hesitation.As for a 36-year-old uncle like Giuseppe, no matter how gentle or intimate he is, he cannot compare with the lovely young lady after all.

The young master understood this very clearly from the bottom of his heart, and he also agreed with this irrefutable matter.But he seems to have another set of thinking, and in that set of thinking, logic and reason seem so vulnerable.This kind of terrible thinking made Giuseppe look as brilliant as a star. His every move and every word he said seemed to be conveyed by the slight tremor of God's fingertips.His smile is amiable, his eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and even those lips that are constantly producing harsh words have a deadly sweetness.

Xavier knew that he had no way out, nor any room for redemption.He was so obsessed with his adviser, as the adviser, perhaps with the same hopeless affection.Although Giuseppe seldom mentioned his thoughts, even those words of confession contained a bit of maliciousness.However, with his casual disposition, perhaps the scattered sincerity in that short confession is the greatest courage in his life.

Xavier is grateful for this courage, which brings light to life.

Therefore, no matter how much he hated the sandwich in that consultant's hand, he must not be cruel enough to refuse Giuseppe's kindness.He raised his head, and bit the greasy, burnt food in his mouth just as Giuseppe handed it to him.While chewing, he picked up the documents and materials on the desktop with his free hand, and said vaguely:

"I really don't understand what the meaning of these letters is. Maybe Lina just found some useless waste paper, some boring things. Although there is no signature on the letter paper, it is very suspicious, but it can't explain it in the end Question. Why don't we steer everything back to 'The Great Garden' again and investigate Albert's other relationships. Hell, we may have missed some information."

"Honey, you can't give up easily. You know, when I was checking the accounts, I had to settle the business for three years day and night. It is true that many things in this world need luck, and there are many difficulties that can be overcome by luck." Avoid. But when our luck is exhausted, when we are in everyone's bad luck, all we can do is work hard. Xavier, God witnesses your words and deeds."

As Giuseppe said this, he raised his eyebrows helplessly.He moved a solid wooden chair from the side, and sat next to the young master, shoulder to shoulder.He took out the sandwich from the paper bag, and stuffed it into his mouth at a speed that he didn't even have time to see clearly.The consultant would never have committed such indecent behavior, but after Don Barrone's death, he was overwhelmed by his busy work.Staying up late and getting up early has become an iron law of life for him, and even his originally picky appetite has become irresistible because he has no choice.Giuseppe even learned the most unacceptable skill in the past, the ability to eat while walking.While chewing a sandwich, he could point at the report that Luka handed over, making all sorts of small and big instructions.

The reason for the current situation is still due to Lina's letter.The poor, Albert's widow, when she was tidying up the room, found a bit of useless waste paper, and tried to exchange trust and friendship with Giuseppe.In the past, Lina would never show any kindness to Giuseppe. After all, the consultant took the life of her husband and turned her into a helpless poor old man.But it was this consultant who proposed to her a resolution to divide Albert's property.If there is no accident, she can get tens of thousands of dollars in benefits, which makes her have to abandon her previous hatred and swear to work for Giuseppe.

Oddly enough, the advisor both caused her unhappiness and provided a meager vision of her life.This may be the practice of the Mafia, or it may be the skill of the consultant.He can unite some wonderful characters, regardless of hatred, regardless of feelings, only run for profit, and only have a tacit understanding for money.

Giuseppe decided to re-investigate the mysterious middleman and the funds hidden by Albert after talking on the phone with Erwin, the no longer poor Yankee congressman.He once asked Gustavo to verify some things, such as the forces in the "big garden", such as some of the subtle relationships.The second-in-command answered his question in detail and in a good voice, but it only made him understand more deeply that Albert is really not a good thing.

Hey, why did he listen to Xavier's suggestion so easily.He shouldn't let Albert die so quickly, and he shouldn't let him bring all the secrets to hell.He would like to go back to a few months ago, when he was in an all-out war with Maldini, and then stop the self who gave Iaquinta orders, and let him remember to torture the middleman's information.

Unfortunately, when he was thinking about it without hesitation, he suddenly recalled the encounter with Xavier in the past.He truly, from the bottom of his heart, no longer wants to experience that kind of hysterical resistance, the kind of hypnosis of giving up redemption, and he doesn't want to realize a little inexplicable love when he intends to succumb to fate.He didn't want to embrace that dark infatuation at all again, the painful and struggling introspection, he didn't want to repeat the moment of confession, he didn't want to experience the thrilling situation again.

Christ, once was enough for him to fall in love.

Giuseppe thought quite sadly, and then handed over the letter to the young master.Xavier settled the deal with Sean, and got a negligible break from his busy schedule.But the consultant, looking at the mountain of reports in front of him, vowed not to watch Xavier's idle behavior.So, this hysterical workaholic, this workaholic who was keen to infect hard work, threw the letter brought by Lina into the arms of the young master.

Xavier had long been accustomed to his domineering orders, but in some respects, he used the advisor's orders as much as Giuseppe's orders.It's just that Xavier is usually more serious in some obscene aspects, but that Mr. Consultant always has to play his inconsistency, making the seriousness and absurdity appear so distinct.

The young master, seeing the to-do items on Giuseppe's desk, felt a burst of inexplicable superiority and regret.With a kind of merciful attitude, he carefully observed the letter that the consultant gave him.After several months, Xavier's Italian has finally reached the level that a Mafia member should have. He read the dense and illegible handwriting on the letter paper. Although sometimes he can't understand all of them, he can at least understand them approximate meaning.

But even so, he was sleepless and it took him three days to read everything.He couldn't get any important information from it, so he couldn't help complaining before the well-meaning breakfast of the consultant.

Fortunately, Giuseppe has always understood his feelings, and has some weird feelings of distress and guilt.So while he patted the young master on the shoulder, indicating that he'd better go to bed and rest, he picked up the letters and continued some kind of mindless analysis.He has investigated everything around Albert, and he can even explain the reasons for every transaction that the big fat man made.Everything has come to an end, to the point where there is no other way, and at this moment, Giuseppe only has this stack of letters in his hand.If he couldn't find a flaw in it, the matter might be shelved forever.

Giuseppe cannot tolerate this decision, because it is his effort, it is Barone's property, and it is Xavier's face.

So, the consultant had to repeat his current, hopeless job and try to impress God with perseverance.Looking at Xavier's haggard face, he suddenly remembered the situation in front of the safe house.Giuseppe smiled a little because of this boring memory, he pushed the pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and dropped a tender kiss on Xavier's brow, and he said to the young master:

"Sweetie, don't worry, uncle will take care of these things."

He paused, as if to convince himself, and repeated:

"I swear to you, I will fix these things."

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