Chapter5
Winston 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 do you 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 guests?"
Jane Hilton stood there, her face softened for a moment.
Of course, he is not afraid of this, but his room ...
"Oh, I see. Now there must be something gross in your room. I'm a man, too. I understand, I understand, and I won't bother you ..."
"Hello, are you from the design department in the company?"
Winston Barrymore has just been careful, only pressing the company name, and his name and position have not been seen by Jane Hilton.
"I'm not from the design department, but I have a good relationship with Director James Cukor of the design department."
Jane Hilton was silent for a moment. Although he didn't know what the man’s purpose was, he ...
Before thinking about it, the whole person was pushed back slightly, and before falling, the waist was hugged tightly, and the whole body rotated 180 degrees in the air. Then Winston Barrymore entered the room smoothly, not only holding the person, but also switching the positions of the two people and closing the door conveniently.
Winston Barrymore blew a whistle, looking cheerful.
Before he could take a step forward, he was caught by someone.
Jane Hilton was lowering his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but his tone was obviously extremely depressed: "Sir, would you please go out first?" I'll ... "
Before he finished speaking, he felt that the weight in his hand had increased.
It turned out that Winston Barrymore had just taken off his coat and had already rushed indoors ...
Then, Winston Barrymore was completely shocked, and when he looked back, he found that the boy was squeezing his coat with one hand and one hand, and his face was already blushing with a thin layer, which was unspeakable cute.
When I was downstairs, the cup of hot drink that the young man once held in his hand was now dumped on the ground.
The table and the ground beside him were all filled with drawing paper, the laptop was thrown on the sofa, several design books were scattered on the bed, and the bedding was also messy and rolled over.
There was an earplug beside the pillow and a lonely one lying on the ground-this shows how angry he was just getting up.
God knows Jane Hilton really hasn't slept for two days and nights.
He is really sleepy, sleepy and super sleepy now.
Still keeping up his spirits and trying to look like a normal person, he cleared his throat: "Hello, this gentleman, I originally wanted to go to your place to apply for a job in the design department, but I was late because of the time problem. I just thought that maybe you could show my work to your colleague. I can guarantee that if you don't hire me, it will definitely be your loss."
Winston Barrymore looked back at the boy whose face had recovered as usual at the door and smiled silently: "Why is it late?"
"The plane is late."
"Proof?"
"The plane ticket is in my pocket. You can check the flight."
"Why didn't you explain it at that time?"
"What's the use of explanation at that time? No matter what external factors, it is my personal reason for being late. I should have considered the countermeasures if the plane was late before. Obviously, it was my own mistake. "
Winston Barrymore nodded and said nothing more: "Let me see your resume."
The young man hesitated: "You are not in charge of applying for me ... Would you like to have a look? Can you help me contact Director James Cukor?"
In fact, what Jane Hilton is thinking is that it is generally not a big shot in the company who can come to such an upper-middle-class hotel.
What's more, he just wants to have a good sleep now and stop thinking about these things.
As far as facts are concerned, he is talented, so he is not worried about not making money and thus having no food.
It's just that the starting point is different, what's more, he didn't have much confidence to be hired by this company-after all, he only finished high school. Oh, no, he ran away before finishing high school.
Winston Barrymore, who was on the side, saw that he was reluctant .
So , he didn't say anything more,just picked up some of his previous design drawings and looked at them.
At that time, the quiet room was filled with indescribable tenderness. The afternoon sun was extremely lazy, so Jane Hilton went over and sat on the bed, intending to say something to break the awkward silence of suffocation.
But Winston Barrymore looked at it so carefully .
So Jane Hilton refrained from speaking-very few people went to see a work so intently, not to mention the work of a talented teenager who has no fame at present.
But isn't there an old saying-don't deceive the poor youth.
So when Winston Barrymore slowly looked up after admiring the pile of design drawings, he kept his mouth shut before making a sound.
The young man's soft neck clung to the bed cabinet, his head leaned back on it, and he fell asleep with a thin quilt in his arms.
It stands to reason that this sleeping position makes people drool easily, but Jane Hilton doesn't.
His pale pink lips parted slightly, revealing some white teeth.
Winston Barrymore went over, leaned down and looked at the young man carefully again.
He slept in an elegant position, and if he ignored the bangs in the middle, he added an inexplicable sense of joy.
Thinking about it, he turned into the bathroom-diamond-shaped lips, which are very suitable for kissing.
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
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