chapter4
Judging from his sketchpad on his back and his appearance age, he probably went to the design department-but Winston Barrymore looked at his watch, obviously it was a little late, and he was able to tidy up his appearance so calmly and walked in at a leisurely pace.
Yeah.
In the face of all the people in the company wearing suits and putting on airs, his suit is particularly out of place, but it just gives people a feeling of elegance, as if his baseball shirt and suspenders are the most perfect and decent suits in the world.
Then he saw the boy smiling all the way, heard the reply and went out smiling all the way, without frowning.
Winston Barrymore smiled——how too-a little young man!
Unexpectedly, Winston Barrymore met this little guy again two days later.
At that time, Winston Barrymore was going to a middle-class hotel to meet his lover,of course, the location was chosen by the lover.
Although it was not a high-end luxury hotel that he used to live in, it was enough to be pleasing to the eye in such a pleasant place.
As soon as he parked the car and turned into the revolving door, he saw the man standing in the corner on the phone, holding a suit in his hand and a cup of hot drink in his slender fingers. He laughed in a low voice: "I want you to punch in the money now, whethis you are in cut class or skipping the exam! Yeah, I'm going to take a shower. What? Don't be ridiculous. Why would I go to the public bathroom to wash it? Don't talk nonsense, I haven't touched the hot water source for two days and I'm about to cry! " After a pause, he added, "Maybe you have to help me for a few more days. The plane let me missed the recruitment. Alas, people as talented as me,they are blind if they don't hire me ."
Winston Barrymore was dumbfounded.
“They were ... as blind as a bat?”
He simply don't know how to praise this little young man.
Then he smiled ...
A person who is so down and out but still remembers to take a bath and never goes to the public bathroom to wash, is elegant like a ...
He haven't thought about what words he can pick up, but he heard the man walk slowly and say, "Yes, I have been painting portraits in the square day and night for two days, making money and buying clothes. Do you want me to wear the original suit after taking a shower?" Or lie naked in the quilt and wait for the clothes to dry all day?John Sutton, did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? Hey, I got a hint on my mobile phone. I'm going to pay for the house. I'll talk about it when I'm finihed washing ~ I want to take a shower crazily now ~ I love you. Bye bye ~ "
Then Winston Barrymore saw that the boy had recovered his elegant manner.
His mouth was slightly upturned when he was not smiling, and he looked smiling. Winston Barrymore also smiled.
After the boy left, he took off his sunglasses, took out a business card and made a silent gesture of "shh" one second before the young lady exclaimed.
While asking about the room booked by his lover, he casually found out the room number of the young man just now.
So after having sex with his lover, Winston Barrymore took out a bank card and put it on the bed. "Boss Winston, do you have new prey?"The old lover lying in bed stared greedily at the card-in fact, many times Winston Barrymore did it with othiss and felt that they were coming for the consolation money after they were tired of playing.
Winston Barrymore didn't answer. He took off the condom that had been filled with semen and threw it into the trash can.
He was dressed neatly and puhed the door to leave: "Oh, thise are 500,000 in it." At that moment, he captured the slightly sad eyes of the beauty in bed.
"dollars."
Then the eyes lit up again in an instant.
Winston Barrymore smiled and closed the door without looking back.
Just before closing the door, he said in a warm voice, "Don't look for me again."
This lover has only been with him for less than three weeks.
The technology is very good and the taste is good, but three weeks is enough. "DINGDong,DINGDong, DINGDong——"
"DINGDong,DINGDong..."
"DINGDong,DINGDong,Dong..."
Door knock——
It was a long time before Winston Barrymore thought he had knocked on the wrong room before he heard a slight voice: "Thank you, I don't need room service." Winston Barrymore smiled deeper and kept knocking.
Jane Hilton took off his earplugs and blindfold in some rage, but he went to the door and looked at it. The name of the company he applied for was written in black on a gold background. Ok,done well,someone put the business card directly on the cat's eye. Jane Hilton only opened the door a little, revealing half of his face.
It seems that he has changed into a wide new clothes and pure cotton pants, and his bare feet are faintly exposed in the slippers.
"What can I do for you?"
"I was just downstairs and heard you say we were blind."
"It's you." Jane Hilton smiled. He did say this two hours ago, but obviously he didn't intend to let this man into the house because his house was absolutely horrible at this time, which was one of his long-standing good habits.
So that when Winston Barrymore asked later, Jane Hilton replied confidently: "The designers are too busy to have time!"
Winston Barrymore is speechless about this. You can just shorten the time you sleep like a pig.
"It seems that it is a bit unreasonable to block your last chance to enter the company."
"Are you twenty-nine this year?"
Chapter5Winston Barrymore was stunned by the question, but he nodded his head. He is not only twenty-nine, but also thirty-seven, although he is often recognized as twenty-seven. "Well, then, old man, I know you're upset when I look at you. Goodbye!" As he spoke, the door slammed shut. Winston Barrymore was rejected for the first time. After all, there were too many women and men who wanted to climb into his bed. He is good-looking, handsome and rich, and he never treats his lovers badly."Little girl,how doyou think about it … I'm not blaming uncle."Sure enough, before the words were finished, the door was opened again. Jane Hilton stood in front of Winston Barrymore, who was more than a head taller than him, and replied gently: "Old man, are you blind?""Now that you and I are both men, what are you afraid of me coming into the room? Want to do something bad to you? Or force you to go to the club to receive guest
Chapter6Of course, there has been a sense of being shocked by the messy scene when entering the room, and Winston Barrymore obviously calmed down when he entered the bathroom.Winston Barrymore almost unconsciously hooked up the garbage basket with his feet when he saw that the hoodie saw his clothes being thrown off by the sink in disorder.At the bottom of the clean bucket, there are four small bags of shower gel and three bags of shampoo that have been opened and sealed.As expected-he won't use the bath and shampoo prepared by the hotel.Then Winston Barrymore looked at the countertop of the eye pool. A plastic cup was covered in the washing cup prepared by the white porcelain hotel, and a toothbrush with Winnie the Pooh pattern was put in it.Winston Barrymore smiled, took out his mobile phone and sent a short message to his subordinates, then sat back on the sofa with peace of mind and watched the teenager's sleeping position with appreciation.When Jane Hilton woke up, it was
Chapter7When John Sutton was in the darkest hour, it was Jane Hilton who silently helped him support everything, and now he is poor and has the help of John Sutton, nothing more, nothing more.It can't be said, John Sutton, how much you give me, I have to go out to study or something.Jane Hilton thought about it, and suddenly he began to feel aggrieved.His family's support ... never got a point, including now, John Sutton helped him, and he has been living like an orphan.Ok,all right. Jane Hilton sneered in his heart, and he couldn't pull that face back.He is the scum of the family, he is. Similarly, he is a madman, a madman that only John Sutton can understand."John Sutton, do you know what is beyond redemption?""Like you?""Yes, like me." Jane Hilton still remembers this conversation clearly.In fact, every conversation between him and John Sutton is very strange to others, because no one can understand what they are communicating-they communicate very little according like
Chapter8Winston Barrymore remained silent. Suddenly, he stood up, wrapped his arms around Jane Hilton's waist, and lifted him up, pressing his back onto the bed. Jane Hilton obediently opened his long legs, wrapping them around Winston Barrymore's waist, while responding to his kisses.Winston Barrymore's kisses were always prolonged. His agile tongue moved like a snake between Jane Hilton's lips and teeth. Occasionally, their entangled tongues would be freed by Winston Barrymore before Jane Hilton could bite, conquering every inch of his mouth thoroughly.His left hand lingered at the red tassel on Jane Hilton's chest for a long time, lightly pinching and teasing. Muffled moans escaped from his mouth intermittently.Moving down the flat stomach to the round and perky buttocks, Winston Barrymore applied some force. He lifted one of Jane Hilton's legs, which was originally wrapped around his waist, folded it to his chest, and then placed it back over his shoulder. Taking the lubricant
At that moment, as if in a trance or a frozen moment in spacetime, it felt like the entire world blanked out for an instant. Then, without any warning, Winston Barrymore moved vigorously. Jane Hilton was caught off guard by the stark contrast of the situation, and he let out a sobbing sound, 'Sir, Winston Barrymore... uh... be gentle...' Winston Barrymore was behaving particularly unusually today, and Jane Hilton narrowly avoided being bumped to the end of the bed by him. Before he could even utter a scolding, he felt that something inside his expanded again. Unconsciously, he lifted his hips to meet him, thinking, 'Winston Barrymore, hurry up and finish; I'm still hungry!' After a vigorous thrusting from Winston Barrymore, he finally released. The scalding liquid entering her made Jane Hilton shudder, and soon his entire body went limp. In her mind, Jane Hilton scolded herself, but immediately after, he didn't forget to mention that he still planned to have breakfast. "Breakfast?
chapter10:Awakened by an unusual sensation behind his early on Sunday morning, Jane Hilton couldn't hold back any longer and burst out in a torrent of curses, "Winston Barrymore, that's enough!"Jane Hilton truly wished he could just slap the older man who had been industriously sowing seeds on his since the early hours of Sunday. However, all he managed was to push him away with a swift slap, resulting in him taking just one step off the bed before his legs gave way, and he tumbled to the floor. Winston Barrymore, with a mischievous grin, skillfully scooped him back onto the bed with a swift arm movement, then began nibbling at his neck.He was doing it on purpose, deliberately so!"Don't kiss thise, I seldom have turtlenecks," Jane Hilton protested.Winston Barrymore paid no attention; almost with a forceful determination, Jane Hilton gritted his teeth and seized the hardened thing beneath Winston Barrymore, inserting it behind himself. Through gritted teeth, he uttered, "Stop play
Chapter11:"What's the matter, Jane Hilton?" came the man's husky voice, tinged with a hint of desire.Jane Hilton recoiled with disgust, holding the phone away from herself, but realizing halfway that Winston Barrymore couldn't see her reaction. He hastily brought it back, only to hear a coquettish voice beside him murmuring weakly, "Dear Barrymore, don't stop."A shiver of revulsion ran through Jane Hilton's heart as he struggled to find his voice, "Mr. Winston, has Director James Cukor reported to you? I need to...""I know, two months," interrupted the phone call, accompanied by faint sounds of physical contact and a smattering of muffled noises.Jane Hilton pressed his forehead, "Alright, you have my approval. A moment of bliss is worth a thousand words. Take your time.""Okay."Upon hearing his response, Jane Hilton swiftly hung up the phone and rushed to the kitchen for a gulp of cold water.Dear Barrymore... tut-tut, amazed the girl could even speak this name.Hope she's not b
Chapter12: On the day Jane Hilton left, Winston Barrymore didn't bother to see him off. It was when Jane Hilton arrived at the airport that he sent a text message – "I'm leaving." The somewhat surprised reply came from Winston Barrymore – "So soon?" "Boss, I know you're swamped, but isn't the timing up to you?" Jane retorted. "What documents? Bring them to me for re-approval," Winston replied. "Re-approval a shit! I'm already on the plane. See you in two months, old man!" A twitch ran across Winston Barrymore's lips. He really dreaded the thought of Jane Hilton calling him old, even with his youthful and handsome face. But he couldn't help but chuckle. After a brief moment, he composed himself and replied normally, putting on a serious face to resume discussing product development. The other board members couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their eyes. Just a moment ago, Chairman Barrymore, who was in the middle of speaking, blatantly pulled out his phone, sent a text m
Chapter16:"Consider me being chased by debt collectors," Jane Hilton said lazily, too disinterested to elaborate. In hismind, he calculated how much hecould still buy with the money hehad on hand. hecouldn't return home temporarily since Winston Barrymore had the keys; although the likelihood of him entering his own house was minimal, Jane Hilton wasn't willing to take that risk.In case Winston Barrymore catches himself sneaking home and taking the toothbrush cup cleanser ... this behavior of not reporting to him when he clearly came back will definitely make him bear a grudge! It's gonna end badly ..."Oliver Thomas, you still haven't paid for the tutoring this month!""Are you really being chased by debt collectors? How much do you owe? Is your life in danger? Shall I clear it for you?" Oliver Thomas walked back to the living room, rummaging through the pockets of his trou
Chapter15:He couldn't go back to the hotel—was he supposed to watch others compete helplessly?He couldn't stay here to take care of John Sutton—where would his girlfriend be left then?He certainly didn't want to rush back to report to Winston Barrymore—although Winston Barrymore might not be short of companions now, at least he had clearly stated before he left that he would report to me immediately upon his return in two months. This clearly indicated that Winston Barrymore didn't want to dismiss him just yet.Jane Hilton sighed and ran a hand through her hair. It would have been better if Winston Barrymore had let him go earlier. Then he could have used the free time to find another job to make some money—bringing him one step closer to his ambitious plans. Oh, yeah!So, Jane Hilton borrowed some money from John Sutton and secretly slipped back to K City, sneaking into Oliver Thomas's house late at night without even daring to return home.After exchanging greetings with the secu
Chapter14:Otherwise, John Sutton wouldn't have secretly hidden me in his house.Yes, it was hiding.Moreover, anyone with a bit of emotional intelligence should know that at this moment, they should first have a chat with themselves, soften their own hearts, and then strike heavily while the other person is off guard, leaving them defenseless—how could someone lacking emotional intelligence ever be a good advocate?Thinking this way, herealized it had been two years since helast saw John Sutton. hehad been busy traveling during these two years and hadn't really had a good look at him. heintended to turn around and ask about the situation with the rabbit, and incidentally take a good look at his current appearance.Before hecould turn around, heheard the sound of John Sutton scratching his head on the other side, "Hey, Jane Hilton, Donaldwas hospitalized not long ago, leg surgery, but it
chapter13:Thomas Foster never anticipated Jane Hilton's absence from the competition.As long as he participated, he could find a legitimate reason to snatch Jane Hilton away.But that guy, apart from not leaving his room for nearly a month, inexplicably vanihed.Or rather, he vanihed only this morning.And he had received word—during this month when Jane Hilton wasn't by Winston Barrymore's side, Winston Barrymore had already started relationships with others.Damn it, who knows how long he had waited for this opportunity, and now the plump duck is gone. Who could swallow this frustration?"Search for him! I refuse to believe he can disappear without a trace!"Jane Hilton also didn't expect to encounter John Sutton again in such circumstances.The two lying on hospital beds, receiving intravenous drips, glanced at each other, then simultaneously turned their heads away and chuckled silently.It's very simple. Just after Jane Hilton answered Max, he packed her things and just before
Chapter12: On the day Jane Hilton left, Winston Barrymore didn't bother to see him off. It was when Jane Hilton arrived at the airport that he sent a text message – "I'm leaving." The somewhat surprised reply came from Winston Barrymore – "So soon?" "Boss, I know you're swamped, but isn't the timing up to you?" Jane retorted. "What documents? Bring them to me for re-approval," Winston replied. "Re-approval a shit! I'm already on the plane. See you in two months, old man!" A twitch ran across Winston Barrymore's lips. He really dreaded the thought of Jane Hilton calling him old, even with his youthful and handsome face. But he couldn't help but chuckle. After a brief moment, he composed himself and replied normally, putting on a serious face to resume discussing product development. The other board members couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their eyes. Just a moment ago, Chairman Barrymore, who was in the middle of speaking, blatantly pulled out his phone, sent a text m
Chapter11:"What's the matter, Jane Hilton?" came the man's husky voice, tinged with a hint of desire.Jane Hilton recoiled with disgust, holding the phone away from herself, but realizing halfway that Winston Barrymore couldn't see her reaction. He hastily brought it back, only to hear a coquettish voice beside him murmuring weakly, "Dear Barrymore, don't stop."A shiver of revulsion ran through Jane Hilton's heart as he struggled to find his voice, "Mr. Winston, has Director James Cukor reported to you? I need to...""I know, two months," interrupted the phone call, accompanied by faint sounds of physical contact and a smattering of muffled noises.Jane Hilton pressed his forehead, "Alright, you have my approval. A moment of bliss is worth a thousand words. Take your time.""Okay."Upon hearing his response, Jane Hilton swiftly hung up the phone and rushed to the kitchen for a gulp of cold water.Dear Barrymore... tut-tut, amazed the girl could even speak this name.Hope she's not b
chapter10:Awakened by an unusual sensation behind his early on Sunday morning, Jane Hilton couldn't hold back any longer and burst out in a torrent of curses, "Winston Barrymore, that's enough!"Jane Hilton truly wished he could just slap the older man who had been industriously sowing seeds on his since the early hours of Sunday. However, all he managed was to push him away with a swift slap, resulting in him taking just one step off the bed before his legs gave way, and he tumbled to the floor. Winston Barrymore, with a mischievous grin, skillfully scooped him back onto the bed with a swift arm movement, then began nibbling at his neck.He was doing it on purpose, deliberately so!"Don't kiss thise, I seldom have turtlenecks," Jane Hilton protested.Winston Barrymore paid no attention; almost with a forceful determination, Jane Hilton gritted his teeth and seized the hardened thing beneath Winston Barrymore, inserting it behind himself. Through gritted teeth, he uttered, "Stop play
At that moment, as if in a trance or a frozen moment in spacetime, it felt like the entire world blanked out for an instant. Then, without any warning, Winston Barrymore moved vigorously. Jane Hilton was caught off guard by the stark contrast of the situation, and he let out a sobbing sound, 'Sir, Winston Barrymore... uh... be gentle...' Winston Barrymore was behaving particularly unusually today, and Jane Hilton narrowly avoided being bumped to the end of the bed by him. Before he could even utter a scolding, he felt that something inside his expanded again. Unconsciously, he lifted his hips to meet him, thinking, 'Winston Barrymore, hurry up and finish; I'm still hungry!' After a vigorous thrusting from Winston Barrymore, he finally released. The scalding liquid entering her made Jane Hilton shudder, and soon his entire body went limp. In her mind, Jane Hilton scolded herself, but immediately after, he didn't forget to mention that he still planned to have breakfast. "Breakfast?
Chapter8Winston Barrymore remained silent. Suddenly, he stood up, wrapped his arms around Jane Hilton's waist, and lifted him up, pressing his back onto the bed. Jane Hilton obediently opened his long legs, wrapping them around Winston Barrymore's waist, while responding to his kisses.Winston Barrymore's kisses were always prolonged. His agile tongue moved like a snake between Jane Hilton's lips and teeth. Occasionally, their entangled tongues would be freed by Winston Barrymore before Jane Hilton could bite, conquering every inch of his mouth thoroughly.His left hand lingered at the red tassel on Jane Hilton's chest for a long time, lightly pinching and teasing. Muffled moans escaped from his mouth intermittently.Moving down the flat stomach to the round and perky buttocks, Winston Barrymore applied some force. He lifted one of Jane Hilton's legs, which was originally wrapped around his waist, folded it to his chest, and then placed it back over his shoulder. Taking the lubricant