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?"
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