chapter1

 chapter1：

When the telephone  was ringing at the corner of the table, Jane Hilton was sitting on the other side of the table drinking milk holding a half-drawn design.

He lay down directly on the table and glanced at the caller ID. Jane Hilton's brows furrowed, then stretched as before. He calmly put down the milk box in his hand, calmly spread the drawing paper on the table again, and continued to calmly put down the phone. Toward the sofa in the living room.

Pick up the pen and draft calmly.

Swish twice, then stop.

Jane Hilton sighed, walked to the sofa and answered the phone.

"Go to the sea view villa this weekend. Vincent will be waiting for you at your door on Friday night." A deep and pleasant male voice.

"Boss Winston, we have a meeting this Sunday afternoon~ Look..."

"Damn it! Is it the one James Cukor is leading?"

Jane Hilton sighed lightly, and before he could explain, he heard the Winston Barrymore say again, "You have to figure it out. If you can't come, I will directly transfer you from the design department and transfer you to my office as a secretary."

"Winston Barrymore, how dare you!"

Winston Barrymore was obviously looking forward to Jane Hilton's furious look, but he couldn't help but soften his tone: "Then I'll let you go back on Sunday morning, it's a deal, or I'll keep my promise."

Jane Hilton picked up the phone.

He is probably the only person who dares to take the phone number of the ultimate boss of this one of the best groups in the country.

Jane Hilton still remembers the first time he angrily blocked his phone number and the other party called him again, but he didn't dare not answer the call. So the following conversation took place:

Winston Barrymore: "Jane, you are very courageous. You are the first person who dares to hang up the phone on me."

Jane Hilton sneered: "Old man, don't worry, there will definitely be a second person like this in the world."

Jane Hilton was right to call him an old man. Jane Hilton is nineteen years old and Winston Barrymore is thirty-seven.

Anyone who is ten years older than Jane Hilton is an old man in his eyes. Even if Winston Barrymore attracts the attention of all women once he appears in the company and pays attention to health and maintains himself as if he is twenty-seven, it cannot be erased. Winston Barrymore's true age left an impression on Jane Hilton's mind.

Old man, huh. 

Jane Hilton smiled at the thought. He got out of the black BMW, tightened his black windbreaker and lowered the brim of his black beret. He carried a big square thing on his back, wrapped it tightly with black cloth, and lifted it up with his left hand. After putting the black box in his pocket with his right hand, he walked slowly and unhurriedly to the closed white door, stretched out a finger and pressed the doorbell lightly.

This is the time of the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter. Jane Hilton's skin color is already fairer than that of normal people, but now he is dressed in black. At first glance, it looks a little scary.

A crisp voice sounded from the screen: "Who are you looking for?"

Jane Hilton lowered his voice: "Tell Winston Barrymore that I will steal his money."

These words were met with a crisp laughter from the other party, and the white door opened extremely slowly.

Watching Jane Hilton step inside, the door slowly closed. Vincent then hung up the phone in his hand, turned the steering wheel and disappeared without a trace.

While Jane Hilton was sizing up the plum blossoms in the yard, he stood in the small glass room and received a laser scan before he was able to push open the real door on the left - and then he finally entered the living room.

Jane Hilton despised Winston Barrymore once again in her heart, and slowly put on her slippers. A steaming cup had already been handed over to her.

Jane Hilton didn't answer it, so he took a sip from the man's wrist and smelled the faint scent of soap coming from his wrist.

After taking a sip of hot water, he felt much warmer. Before he could take off the things on her back, he was pressed against the wall. Warm lips immediately pressed over her. Jane Hilton opened her mouth obediently and warmed her heart. The scalding water went directly into the throat and into the stomach, instantly causing an indescribable feeling.

Jane Hilton puhed him away impatiently and pulled off his hat: "Are you eager to be reincarnated?"

Winston Barrymore stood there and smiled: "Jane, I asked you to accompany me, but why did you bring the drawing board and notebook?"

"Boss, please be considerate of your subordinates. I am earning benefits for you." Jane Hilton took off the drawing board on his back and opened it, revealing a stack of half-drawn papers, each of which was only partially Colored, some have a bit of a casual graffiti feel.

Winston Barrymore raised his eyebrows, took the tea that he was going to hand to Jane Hilton, sat down next to him and drank it.

The heating in the room was fully turned on. Jane Hilton took off his windbreaker and threw it aside casually. He only wore a thickened crew-neck shirt and a pair of jeans. Then he lay on the living room table and continued working. Home catches out unfinihed business.

Winston Barrymore glanced at the clock, remained silent, and continued to look at Jane Hilton. His straightforward and naked eyes could not interfere with the little guy in front of him who was focused on his work.

Jane Hilton has a very delicate appearance, with a baby face, big eyes and double eyelids, a straight nose, small lips, and smooth hair. he originally had a bob with bangs, but I didn’t know that Jane Hilton was born with a grudge against the bangs. Anyway, just a little movement will automatically win the points.

Jane Hilton's face was already extremely soft, not as sharp-edged as Winston Barrymore's. Now, the bangs that were parted in the middle were parted along the sides of her face, which somehow brought out a bit of elegance.

Winston Barrymore's throat rolled. No matter what he wore, Jian was born with a sense of elegance.

Even though he was in extremely poor condition when he first saw him, it still made people think that he was a prince in trouble rather than a real beggar.

After a close friendship, Winston Barrymore knew that this was a demon with the face of an angel, a monster without emotions.

Winston Barrymore put down the cup with some irritation. Half a month ago, this little guy escaped from his control and ran to W City to attend the deputy chief meeting. Now he still has to wait?

He walked over and naturally put his arms around the young man's slim waist. His other hand reached into his pants and touched his butt.

Jane Hilton twisted twice impatiently, but did not break away, and was too lazy to resist. he just wanted to fix this one before the guy got completely angry.

He also knew that the debt owed in the past half month would definitely give Winston Barrymore an excuse to torment him to death.

Small kisses slid down the ears to the neck. The collar of the crew-neck shirt was neither too low nor too high, just enough to expose a section of the collarbone. Winston Barrymore made rows of teeth marks on it.

Jane Hilton said "tsk", and before he could stop her, he felt something hard touching her butt.

Jane Hilton sighed inwardly. He was leaning over the table, and Winston Barrymore was taller than him. When he leaned on him and kissed him passionately, some of the weight came over him. Jane Hilton was so pressed that he couldn't breathe, so he had to He turned sideways to keep some distance between the two of them. This small move aroused Winston Barrymore's dissatisfaction, and his men immediately broke away from Jane Hilton's pants with a strong effort.

Jane Hilton had no choice but to put down the brush hastily, grabbed his pants that had been pulled down to the crook of his legs, and protected his underwear. Only then did he have time to kick Winston Barrymore away from her, pull up his pants and sit down. He went to the sofa aside and looked at Winston Barrymore, who looked unhappy and said, "Can you please stop doing it tonight?"

Winston Barrymore's face turned darker again.

"Can I do it with my mouth?" As he spoke, Jane Hilton carefully put away the drawing. He didn't want to do it like last time. Because he was distracted, inspiration came and Winston Barrymore ran to the front of the case to design - the result was that he was Winston Barrymore didn't get out of bed for three days and all the drawings he took out were torn up by him.

Winston Barrymore did not answer.

Jane Hilton turned around cautiously and saw Winston Barrymore looking at her with a very subtle look.

"Okay, Big Boss Winston, tomorrow, tomorrow I will do enough for you, but I really want to work tonight, otherwise I..."

"I got it." Winston Barrymore pulled off his pants and walked over. The purple thing had already stood up straight. Jane Hilton's eyes immediately dropped, and then he didn't explain any more, just stretched out his hand to hold the thing. At the base, he quickly stretched out his tongue and licked the front end.

Winston Barrymore took a deep breath, put his palm behind Jane Hilton's head, and puhed his head forward.

Jane Hilton stretched out his wet and hot tongue and licked around the shape of the thing again, then swallowed it in without haste, and then spit it out immediately. Winston Barrymore cursed in a low voice, and could only see from above. Jane Hilton's warm cheek moved - he probably smiled.

"J——A——N——E——" The protracted tone carried an unspeakable threat.

Jane Hilton stopped making trouble, thinking that he had made the old man angry and had nothing to gain from it. Then he opened his mouth obediently and took half of the thing in. Before taking the whole thing into his mouth, he still had some time. He stretched out his soft tongue and gently traced the side of the stem.

A ball of fire burned in Winston Barrymore's belly, and his whole body was about to boil. Before the onset of the attack, you felt the fingers holding his butt tighten, and then you were sucked into the warm mouth. Your teeth were soft and numb as they lightly touched it, and you used your tongue to roll the front end flexibly. Start sucking slowly.

"fuck." Winston Barrymore finally couldn't help but cursed.

After holding down the man's head, he violently moved him back and forth.

Jane Hilton was caught off guard and stuffed the thing directly into his throat. Before he could even choke out, he was interrupted by successive impacts. His breathing was intermittent and unbearable. He could only open his mouth wider to take in more. There was air, but who would have thought that the thing in his mouth would become bigger again, filling his mouth completely, and even his cheeks would bulge.

Jane Hilton shook his head fiercely to get rid of this thing that could suffocate him. This brought great pleasure to Winston Barrymore, and after several powerful impacts, he ejaculated into Jane Hilton's throat.

Jane Hilton finally puhed Winston Barrymore away and fell to his knees on the ground, coughing loudly. He grabbed the water glass from memory without raising his head, only to find that Winston Barrymore drank it all.

The turbid white liquid still overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which was indescribably lustful and seductive. Jane Hilton raised his head and kicked Winston Barrymore fiercely - indicating, water.

Winston Barrymore smiled and rubbed the top of Jane Hilton's head, poured another cup, and thoughtfully took a pack of wet wipes, but his hands began to roam around Jane Hilton's body restlessly.

Jane Hilton rinsed his mouth and spit it directly into the trash can nearby. While wiping the corners of his mouth with a wet wipe, he put a cup against Winston Barrymore's handsome face and flattened him without hesitation, and tried his best to push it aside. ——Trying to block the aftertaste kiss of this beast in heat.

"Tsk." Although Winston Barrymore's head was deflected, his men grabbed Jane Hilton's treasure through his pants without any hesitation. Hearing Jane Hilton's low moan, it was like thunder in his ears. Before he could take the next step, That was the warm water that Winston Barrymore had just mixed with cool boiled water and poured it over his head and face.

Jane Hilton gently puhed the water glass back to the table, stood up holding on to the armrest of the sofa, and said condescendingly: "Boss Winston, you must be honest in life, not to mention you are still a businessman."

Winston Barrymore narrowed his eyes and stared at Jane Hilton for a while, until he saw Jane Hilton's hair, he Winstonckled: "Little guy, I will wait for you to report to my bedside on time tomorrow morning."

"When is it on time?" Seeing that he was relieved, Jane Hilton happily jumped back to the table. Before he could pick up the brush again, he felt someone slapped her butt hard.

"The time when I have a morning erection."

"......"