MTL - The Law of the Silent Gentleman-Chapter 85 new love old love 2

Giuliano's brain blew the wires.

It took him a while to come back to his senses—Enzo kissed another man! Kiss another man in front of him! The man had fiery red hair, just like his...

Giuliano stroked his hair, which was also red but dyed colorful to disguise it. The man named Giovanni had red hair just like him! Enzo had been entangled with this red-haired man in the store before he knew him, and now he is still flirting with him in front of him! What did Enzo just say? Never have anything to do with anyone else again? It didn't take a minute for the words to come out like this!

How can this be tolerated! !

"You both deserve the plague!"

He jumped into a rage, turned around and rushed out of the room.

Enzo hurriedly pushed Giovanni away, covered his red and swollen lips, and was about to catch up. But Giovanni hugged him from behind and dragged him back.

"where did you go?!"

"let me go!"

"Who is he?"

"It has nothing to do with you!"

"Of course it has something to do with me!" Giovanni turned to Enzo, clutching the hem of his shirt with both hands, "tell me clearly, you plan to just leave me and walk away like last time? ? I've been waiting for you for so long, and I won't let you go easily this time!"

Enzo scratched his hair frantically: "What are you talking about! Don't make me sound like a heartless heartless person!"

"Aren't you?"

"I—!" Enzo opened his eyes in disbelief, and said in the same tone as a teacher to a student who was not enlightened, "I am a client of this brothel, Giovanni!"

"But you always know what I think about you! In my eyes, we are not just a business relationship!" Giovanni said, his eyes became crystal clear, tears swirled in his eyes, and they were about to fall, " I thought you were dead, you know! You never said what you did, but I could guess it, just by looking at all the scars on your body! I thought you must be dead, alone in some unknown In the alley where people care about... I almost didn't want to live for a while, I just wanted to go with you..."

Enzo's expression now can be regarded as terrified. "Did you make a mistake somewhere..."

"How long are you going to pretend to be stupid! Let me ask you, who was that person just now? Is it your new lover? You don't want to see me because you have him? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Did you give me time to talk?!"

"Oh, you mean 'yes'? You should have made it clear earlier, I don't want to monopolize you, you have slept with so many people in the store before, I didn't say anything, now there is only one more person , I would like to share with him... where are you going?"

Enzo shook off Giovanni and hurried downstairs. Giovanni followed him inexplicably. In the lobby, Enzo parted the bustling crowd while calling Giuliano's name. But among these high-spirited men and women, finding Giuliano was as difficult as finding a feather in a flock of birds. Unprecedented depression enveloped Enzo, he looked around in a sense of loss, but found nothing. He was on the verge of reconciling with Giuliano, but all his efforts were wasted, and it was... no, it was not Giovanni's fault, it was his own fault. Blame him for being so "unscrupulous" before. The gods must have deliberately teased him to arrange all this. If they had told him that he would meet such a person in the future, he would rather solve it by himself than step into a brothel.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency Enzo? Are you dissatisfied with the arrangement of our store?" Jia Ao greeted him with a smile.

"Have you seen Giuliano?"

"You mean the young master you brought? I saw him go to the gate just now, as if he was about to go out."

"I'm going to find him, you...you stop Giovanni, don't let him catch up."

Jia Ou still had a warm smile that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, and said humbly and politely, "Don't let me clean up the mess you did yourself."

"...Jiao, just wait for me!"

"I am looking forward to your visit at any time."

Enzo gritted his teeth, but couldn't say anything. What Jia Ou said is right, he can only blame himself for this matter. He ran to the door angrily, wondering what happened to him? In the past, he never had to worry about such things, and he would never be so anxious because of a lover's quarrel. But facing Giuliano, everything changed. Afraid that he would get angry, afraid that he would misunderstand, and afraid that he would walk away, thinking about Giuliano's thoughts every day, for fear that if he was not sure, he would push him away from his side forever.

He didn't even know himself anymore.

Giuliano ran out of the "spring of flowers" in one breath, and the cold air in the middle of the winter night did not lower the temperature of his brain at all. He casually jumped into a carriage parked at the gate, and urged the driver before he could sit still: "Go!"

The coachman was a discerning person, and he could tell at a glance that the customer was angry, and he must have gotten angry because of something in the brothel. How dare he delay, he immediately waved his horsewhip, yelled "drive", and drove away in the dust. The guest didn't say where he was going, and he wandered around the nearby streets. He was used to this situation and knew that it would not be long before the guests would calm down.

Sure enough, he had only circled three times before Giuliano whimpered and said, "Go to the Copper Carp Inn. Don't go too far, I'm a local."

"I can tell from your accent, I don't have the guts to neglect you! Guests, sit tight!"

Giuliano snorted and retreated into the seat with a cold face.

The coachman pretended to be watching the road while driving, and secretly looked back at the guest out of the corner of his eyes: he was young, handsome, with colorfully dyed hair in fashion, his accent should be from the upper class of Vanessa, and his clothes were not high-class, but there were It may be deliberately dressed like this to deceive others, after all, it is not a glorious thing to hang around a brothel at a young age. Looking at his angry appearance, the coachman guessed that he must have been jealous of a certain prostitute in the brothel, but he was defeated. This kind of thing has long been commonplace. But seeing that there are still tears in the corners of this guest's eyes, is it necessary to cry because of the jealousy of a prostitute? Oh, it's also possible that he found out that his lover had actually gone out to court her, so he went to the brothel to make trouble. Giuliano didn't say a word, the coachman had already imagined a series of wonderful dramas on his own, such as "the rich young master fell in love with the brothel girl", "the nobleman's lover moved his love for another" and so on. The plot of the movie was moved to the Vanessa Grand Theater, and every time the performance was performed, the audience must be full of seats.

Finally arrived at the Copper Carp Hotel, Giuliano threw down a silver coin, jumped out of the car, and went straight into the hotel without even asking for a change. The hotel is not like a brothel. In the early hours of the morning, the guests are all asleep, so it is naturally quiet. Most of the windows are dark, and only one guy is left in the lobby to serve the guests who may stay.

The clerk dozed off on the counter, snoring as high and thin as a whistle. Giuliano stepped forward and pushed him, and he slid off the chair, sat down on the ground, screamed, and woke up immediately.

"Ouch! Who! Who the **** put me...Ah! Hello, guest!" After seeing a strange face in front of him, the clerk immediately put on a professional smile, "Do you want to stay in the hotel?"

Giuliano nodded: "Give me a room."

"Just you? No luggage?" The clerk leaned out from behind the counter and observed Giuliano's feet. "How long are you staying?"

Giuliano thought to himself that he didn't want to see Enzo for a short time, and he would talk about it after his anger subsided. Antoine and the others lived in the same hotel and slept in a room upstairs, but it was so late, he was embarrassed to disturb them. "Let's stay for a day first." He said casually, "Is there a young man who got drunk and stayed in your shop today?"

"Yes! You know him?"

"He's my friend. It's inconvenient to disturb him at this late hour. When he wakes up tomorrow, tell him I'm here. My name is Giuliano."

"Okay! There are vacant rooms on the third floor, please go this way!"

The clerk led Giuliano upstairs, and asked him carefully how to use the three meals and whether he wanted hot water. In the room, Giuliano dismissed the clerk and threw himself on the bed. Finally, I can have a good rest. Today he was either running around or being angry, he was exhausted. Thinking about it carefully, it would be too self-deprecating to have a hard time with a few prostitutes. He returned to Vanessa not for the purpose of robbing them, but for revenge. His actions... Forget it, let's talk about it when we see Antoine tomorrow.

He was lying on the bed, feeling a sudden chill in his heart. revenge! He returned to Vanessa just to avenge his family members who died unjustly! Don't forget, he is still on the list of wanted criminals! Had that guy been eyeing him suspiciously just now? Generally, hotels and restaurants will receive a warrant for a suspect. Did the guy recognize him?

He got scared and regretted that he shouldn't be so careless. Even if the guy didn't recognize him, there are other people in the store, what should he do if they find out tomorrow? Why did Enzo lead him to a brothel? Isn't it because he can't live in an ordinary inn casually! But it would be too suspicious to leave now, and besides, he had nowhere else to go. He jumped up from the bed, dragged a chair to block the door, and opened the window again. Although the wind was blowing, at least when someone came to catch him, he could jump out of the window in time to escape.

He curled up on the bed, tortured repeatedly by anger and fear, unable to fall asleep at all. For a while he thought of the scene of Enzo and Giovanni kissing, and for a while he imagined the scene where the hotel clerk led a group of guards to arrest him. The sky outside the window was gradually turning pale, and there were also workers who got up early on the street. Only then did he feel drowsy. He woke up from time to time, and had many strange dreams, in which there were blood and fire, and the dazzling red color gradually became himself. He dreamed that he was kissing Enzo, and in the dream Enzo had a pair of shining eyes like stars. But the man who kissed Enzo suddenly became Giovanni, his sweet smile wrapped around Giuliano like a snake. He thought, he must kill him! Let him dare not touch half of Enzo's hair again, Enzo is his man, how dare he! But the hunted person immediately became himself. He ran desperately down the night street, which seemed endless, through an arch, around a corner, across a ditch, no matter how he ran, there was no end.

He woke up suddenly, panting and sweating all over his body. The sky was bright outside the window, and the noisy voices of people from the street flooded into the room, telling him that morning had come.

Someone is knocking on the door.

Giuliano turned over quickly and got out of bed, lying on the ground, listening to the sound outside the door. He was trained as an assassin and could tell the number of approachers from the sound of their footsteps. He listened carefully for a long time, until the regular knock on the door became impatient, and finally confirmed that there was only one person outside. He breathed a sigh of relief and climbed back into bed.

"Please come in."

The door opened. The guy on duty last night stood at the door and dozed off. "Guest, my hand is about to break. Are you going downstairs soon?"

"Go downstairs?"

"Your friend! Monsieur Antoine, he is awake and having breakfast in the dining-room. Don't you want to see him?"

"Oh, yes... Excuse me, I'll go right away."

Facing the mirror in the room, Giuliano combed his hair a few times with his fingers to make himself look less miserable, and then went down to the restaurant on the first floor. Among the many diners, he found Antoine at a glance, because everyone was there—Antoine, Reci, Constantia, and Theodora were sitting around the same table.