Episode 2

"What's the matter with you?" The man raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, as if he was in a hurry to catch the next business.

Shawn saw that the dial was beautifully made of white gold, which was of great value, coupled with this exquisite and demanding suit, such an advanced consumption power, it is no wonder that it is so long that it will come out as a gigolo.

But the professionalism is a bit poor, eating the bowl and watching the pot.

Shawn leaned back and leaned against the back of the co-pilot seat. The cold wind from the air conditioner condensed the delicate sweat on his cheeks, his pale face was lightly pink, and his fingers rubbed the matcha from the cone on the tissue wrapping. Justin talked to you about things."

The man twisted his eyebrows and stared at him quietly. The sweet and greasy ice cream smell spread in the air, with a bit of matcha coolness, and he breathed in strands.

The white T-shirt on the boy in front of him is loose, and the round neck reveals a slender, white neck. The clavicle is slender and clear, with a fragile feeling that seems to fall apart with just a pinch.

Perceiving his gaze, Shawn turned his head, looked down at the cone in his hand, and then at the man, "Um...Sir, if you want to eat, I can buy you another one. I've eaten this one. "

"..."

Shawn didn't seem to notice the stagnation of the atmosphere, and the tip of his tongue rolled over the ice cream on his lips, and asked casually, "Sir, how long have you been in this business?"

Under the thin lenses, the man's eyes narrowed into a slender line, and he uttered two clear words, "Ten years."

"How old are you?" Shawn was taken aback, and he looked at his face again, and it didn't look more than thirty-five.

The man pushed the frame with one hand, pondering for a moment, "My surname is Morrison, twenty-eight."

It looks a little older than the actual age, and it is really hard to do this business. gigolo came out to make money at the age of eighteen. If it is not from a poor family, who would want to betray body?

Shawn blinked a few times and said softly, "Mr.Morrison, hello, my surname is Flynn."

As soon as the voice fell, "Ding Dong", the screen of the mobile phone on the navigation bracket flashed a burst of light, and several unread contact WhatsApp popped up.

[Manager Chen]: Four unread messages

[Mr. Lewis]: Two unread messages

[Mr. Morgan]: Seven unread messages

Theo Morrison stretched out his hand at random and clicked on the screen, his fingers were thin and slender, with distinct bone joints, and the pale blue veins bulged under the thin skin, which was quite the charm of a mature man.

Shawn glanced at the screen, with a look of sorrow, "You have a lot of customers, business must be very busy at ordinary times?"

He thought to himself that Theo had been able to perform ten years, and his physical and psychological qualities must be very good.

"Well, overtime in this industry is normal." Theo replied slowly.

Shawn admired gigolo a little, and he truly practiced the four words of love and dedication, polite and polite. Shawn did not forget the business, took out the phone from his pocket, opened the WhatsApp scan code interface, "Mr.Morrison, let me add your WhatsApp, okay? "

Theo stared at him for a few seconds, with some intriguing meaning, one hand unlocked the phone screen and opened the friend's QR code.

Shawn held the phone and pressed it a few times. The WhatsApp name is u5085. His portrait is not the coquettish photo of abdominal muscles, but a natural and elegant life photo. The forest in the morning is filled with light mist. Theo is dressed casually and elegantly. He was holding a small elk in his arms. The fawn's chin rested on his broad shoulders. He casually looked at the camera, like a noble gentleman, with a beautiful mood.

"Do you have two WhatsApp accounts?"

Shawn easily changed the remarks to [Ga-Go-Lo], which is convenient for memorization.

Theo unbuttoned a suit and waistcoat at the hem, and said noncommittal, "This is the life number."

This is called professionalism.

Shawn casually clicked to open his WhatsApp Moments. From the moments alone, it is difficult to see that gigolo is in the prostitute business. Some of the moments is he running in the morning on the mountain road, some are dressed to play polo, and some are drinking afternoon tea on a luxury yacht. Yes, there is even one reading carefully with a book next to the fireplace. It is the hardcover version of "The Future of Capitalism."

"You read a lot?!" Shawn slipped to the end. The strange thing is that gigolo only has a three-month moment posted. It is not set to be visible for three months, but only for three months.

Theo raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I l read philosophy a lot, and finance occasionally."

This is still a literary gigolo. While thinking about the true meaning of wisdom, while pretending to be in the ocean of lust, how good the combination of spirit and desire is, it really makes Freud pat his thigh and call his expertise. Shawn had to admire gigolo's thought awakening.

Shawn ate the rest cone in a few big mouthfuls, lowered his head and pressed the phone, and transferred a sum of money to Theo. Satisfied with the quality of gigolo, there is a reason to be more expensive, "This is a deposit."

"No matter what the teacher says, you agree to it, don't say anything more, I will give you the rest after it's done."

After finishing speaking, Shawn looked at gigolo sincerely, with red lips and white teeth, and slightly drooping eyes, with a clear sense of innocence, and a natural face that was cute.

Especially at this moment, the bright lips are still stained with matcha, a youthful vigor, and tender water can be wringed out.

Theo stared at him for a few seconds, and raised his brows slightly, "You were asked to call the parents?"

"Well, you pretend to be my uncle." Shawn held his mobile phone in his pocket, looked at him eagerly, and said seriously: "I know you often pretend to be a father, a master, or a dog. This time you need to convergent acting skills, unpretentious acting."

Theo turned his head and stared at him. He suddenly curled his lips and smiled; the two dimples appeared with very shallow in the corners of his mouth. Generally, men who have dimples will look sweet, but in Theo, they turned into a gentle gentleman. "You know a lot."

gigolo started to show off. Shawn was a little uneasy and raised his face, "gigolos must have the professionalism of gigolos, don't ask too much about customers."

"What's wrong?" Theo asked.

I just praised that you have a high level of consciousness. Shawn now wanted to take it back. gigolo's service consciousness is too far away. Is it possible to take the money and say that you sit up and eat on your own?

Shawn settled down with a calm expression, "Are you complaining the money is too little? I don't sleep with you; you should content enough."

Theo was silent for a moment, and Shawn stared at him calmly with a pair of black and white eyes, ignorant and clear like a deer, he answered calmly, "Okay, I agree."

Shawn breathed a sigh of relief, and he was still worried while spending money. Future in the attached middle school, he would not cause trouble, so as not to call the parents again. He pushed and opened the door of the co-pilot, hot wind blew his face, stepped out of the car, held the handle with one hand before closing the door, looked back at Theo, wrinkled his nose, and whispered: "Sir, you are not young anymore, your career is not a long-term solution. You can change careers as soon as you are in good health and save some money."

Having said that, he turned and walked forward, the semi-wet T-shirt behind his back was tightly pressed against the firm and flexible waist, and he moved up the slightly convex spine, creating an arc that posed a dangerous distraction.

Theo took a glance, retracted his gaze, looked straight ahead without squinting, drew a pair of neat and capable black leather gloves from the storage compartment, slowly put them on his hands, gently stretched the edges, and then placed them on the steering wheel.

A few minutes later, the brawny man in a suit and leather shoes drove a black coupe to the side, quickly got out of the Coupe while wiping his sweat, walked to the Tesla car, bent down and said, "Mr.Morrison, let me drive. "

"No need." Theo lowered the car window, resting his elbow on the edge of the window, with a slight smile at the end of his eyes.

The driver was stunned, "Okay, do you want to go home first, or go to the park first?"

Theo turned his head and glanced at the empty co-pilot, sniffing the remaining sweetness in the air, spreading from his throat to the tip of his tongue, and replied casually: "I want to change my job first."

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