Chapter5

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.