chapter2:
Winston Barrymore's sea view villa is divided into two spaces. On the right is the place whise nannies and servants live, and on the left is Winston Barrymore's own space. The left and right sides are separated by a door in the wall, which can only be used by people on the left to go to the right. If people on the right want to enter the left, they have to go out of the door and return to the glass room for testing,thisefore, when Ling saw Uncle Winston with a face full of creditors' expressions and a wet coat and trousers, and a little water dripping from his hair, he knew that Jane Hilton must have beaten the boss again.
The house is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. The right side is completely transparent, and you can see clearly inside and outside, but the left side is unidirectional. That is to say, Winston Barrymore can see everything outside through the glass-security guards who patrol the past from time to time, maids who laugh in the garden from time to time, and the blue sea beyond. But people outside can't see everything inside. Jane Hilton still remembers the time when Winston Barrymore pressed it in front of the glass and was scared to death, especially when the security patrol came. He was not as strong as Winston Barrymore, but he tried to break away from Winston Barrymore like crazy that time. Jane Hilton had been cried by Winston Barrymore before, but only that time, he was scared to cry. Winston Barrymore later spent a lot of effort to comfort this little guy, and finally went out to see this sobbing guy and came back, which was a stable mood. That was the first time he saw Jane Hilton out of control. Jane Hilton is so elegant. Thisefore, it is hard to find such a situation in a hundred years.
At 2: 20 in the morning, Winston Barrymore bounced up from the empty big bed, sighed with resignation, put on cotton slippers and went downstairs softly, ready to go to the right to get Jane Hilton a little surprise. But I happened to see Jane Hilton sitting cross-legged in the corner of the table in the living room, maintaining the posture of talking on the phone, frowning and biting his lower lip. Winston Barrymore was hidden in the corner whise the stairs were turned off, and the stair lights were not turned on. The living room lights only lit up Jane Hilton's surroundings, so Jane Hilton didn't see Winston Barrymore. Winston Barrymore, on the othis hand, keenly caught Jane Hilton's little gesture of looking up at the watchtower, and immediately heard his anger that he could not hide: "Jane Hilton, have you been kicked in the fucking brain by a donkey?" Talking about this shit in the middle of the night? Ya kui you are still a man, I tell you, if I have a kitchen knife at hand now, I will chop you up and feed it to my rabbit! By the way, how is my rabbit now? " With that, Jane Hilton, who just bared his teeth, disappeared, returned to the appearance of Wen Ya, jumped down from the table gracefully, walked to the French window on one side and looked at Na Pianhai quietly. He likes the sea, because his hometown also has the sea.
Winston Barrymore rarely sees such a lonely look in Jane Hilton's eyes. He has always been like a stubborn little beast. In an instant, complicated feelings surged up. It is obvious that two people are just lovers, but they unconsciously want to be true-but he knows that Jane Hilton will not have feelings for him, and he will not be able to love Jane Hilton. Just like, Jane Hilton will only have so many faces in front of Jane Hilton-crying, laughing and swearing. Jane Hilton is elegant in front of everyone, except Jane Hilton. But it happened to be Jane Hilton, who happened to be his only friend. Just friends. I don't know what Jane Hilton answered at the othis end. The smiling Jane Hilton leaned against the window and shrugged his shoulders, and tried to suppress his voice. It was estimated that he was afraid of waking Winston Barrymore upstairs. "I said, John Sutton——"The drawling tone was inarticulate and careless, but the next moment it was replaced by a very furious tone. "You fucking marry a daughter-in-law in the future and want Lao Tzu to fuck you, right? Thanks to your high IQ, did you feed all your EQ to the dog? ! Go to hell! " Then Jane left his mobile phone on the sofa and concentrated on the table. Winston Barrymore smiled silently and quickly stepped into the channel.
He sometimes envies John Sutton.
But after all, it's only sometimes.
So, after nearly half an hour, when Winston Barrymore appeared in front of Jane Hilton with a small dish of caramel pudding, Jane Hilton stopped his brush and paused. he quickly lowered his eyes and grinned: "boss Winston is so considerate of his subordinates that he knows I am hungry." Winston Barrymore raised his hand and put it on his soft neck, rubbed it, watched him sit cross-legged at the table, put down his pen, carefully picked up the pudding with both hands and looked around, then picked up a small fork and ate it in small bites.
"Don't be too tired ..." When the man's deep and gentle voice just sounded in his ear, Jane Hilton turned his head with a fork in his mouth, then reached out and pulled out the fork, looked up at the eye clock, and quickly interrupted: "Winston Barrymore, don't tell me that you are erect now?"
Winston Barrymore's hand, which was still massaging his neck, froze, and then slapped him on the back of the head: "Eat yours."
Watching Winston Barrymore go upstairs with a twitching face, Jane Hilton lowered his head and took anothis bite of the pudding. Tears just dripped down his cheeks and chin into the hole that Jane Hilton had dug before, and then he dug a bigger piece and stuffed it into his mouth. The touch of the pudding was soft, just like digging a part of his heart. Winston Barrymore, who went back to his room, lay down on the big bed without turning on the light and smiled silently. He couldn't understand why Jane Hilton always refused warmth. Or should I say Jane Hilton is too rational. A lover is a lover, a physical pleasure and a spiritual assistance. It is by no means to be with you forever, let alone forever. Winston Barrymore was taken aback by this idea. He has plenty of lovers, and Jane Hilton is his new favorite recently. How can I inexplicably think of this for a lifetime?
chapter3:Winston Barrymore once investigated Jane Hilton's background when he decided to have him. But Jane Hilton, as simple and blank as his name.Except for a man named John Sutton, it seems that no one else has appeared in his life. Winston Barrymore even used some of his former underworld forces to explore, and the same result-the information is perfect as fiction.Orphans.Orphanage, primary school know John Sutton, junior high school and high school are not in the same school, but they have been in contact during the period. They are both in L city.It is also a place with a sea.Although high school is not in the same school as John Sutton, Jane Hilton lives in John Sutton's home. Jane Hilton never went back to high school after he got his diploma after his sophomore year exam, and then he shuttled through cities with his sketchpad and notebook to find a job as a designer.If Jane Hilton met John Sutton as his friend in elementary school, no one in junior high school or senio
chapter4Judging 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
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