chapter2

 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?