Longyang Anecdote

St. Peter's Basilica, New York

New York in October is so cold that people stomp their feet, and even the ladies who love to walk around hide at home one after another to enjoy the warm fireplace prepared by the servants and do not want to step out of the house.

The bustling church in the past was also extremely deserted at this time.

Pastor Bill sat in the confession room for a while, thinking about whether to go directly to Earl Versen's house to pray for their poor little daughter who contracted pneumonia, when the abominable Pastor Jess pushed the job to him !But he ran to preside over the wedding of the heir of the family for Mr. Diss's family!Damn Jess he should go to hell!

But this day is really too cold, even the most loyal servant of God is unwilling to go out at this time to spread the glory of God.

Someone came from the opposite side of the confessional, and Pastor Bill cheered up.

"Pastor, I have a secret."

Through the black veil in the confession room, one could vaguely see that the man who came to confess was a gentleman in a decent suit holding a civilized stick, but the brim of the round hat covered his face, and only his sharp-edged chin could be vaguely seen With fair skin, the man didn't look pious, and he didn't even make the sign of the cross, which made Father Bill a little angry.

"Son, repent, God will hear you." Although the man's attitude angered the pastor, Pastor Bill still magnanimously forgave him and accepted his confession.

"No, pastor, I don't need to confess." The man said flatly, "I just want to tell God that I fell in love with a man."

Pastor Bill's eyes widened, and the eyelids drooping due to old age seemed to be stretched open, "My child, this is wrong and it is not allowed by God. You should stop in time and let this evil stop. "

The man was silent for a while, and said to Pastor Bill, "Pastor, you are wrong. Falling in love with him is God's guidance, and I just followed God's instructions, which makes me happy."

"God will not guide a man to love another man!"

The man ignored the priest who vehemently rebutted him, and said to himself, "But he doesn't love me now, what should I do to make him love me as crazy as I love him?"

The pastor was trembling with anger. He couldn't imagine that someone would dare to say such outrageous words in a solemn and holy church.

Just when he stood up and was about to find someone to throw the man out, the door of the confession room was opened.

Two burly men in black suits and bowler hats bowed slightly to him, "Pastor, my master wants to pray alone."

Pastor Bill wanted to severely condemn this group of daring guys, but when he saw the black iron piece that the bodyguard took out from his suit, he instantly forgot the dignity of God in a corner.

It is his mission to maintain the dignity of God, but only if he is alive.

Pastor Bill followed the bodyguards to the door of the church obediently. The moment he went out, the pastor turned his head curiously.

I saw the man who came out of the confession room, holding a staff of civilization in both hands and standing in front of the statue with his back to Pastor Bill. His tall figure and well-crafted clothes revealed that this man must have an extraordinary identity, but he didn't know why. It feels a little lonely.

The church was silent again, and the choir was faintly singing the 89th hymn in the distance.

What a strange Savior who forsakes glory and suffers

Although I have countless sins, the Lord has given me so much grace

I'm a sinner when the Lord seeks me No good deeds have been done to me

Today, the precious blood of the Savior washes away all my filth and sin

Jesus is my savior, the Lord is my prophet, king and priest

Forgiveness is His gift I give all to Jesus

How can I not praise Him my soul sings and rejoices

Praise my savior love forever and ever

The man closed his eyes and stood quietly in front of the statue...

December 25th, Christmas.

"Tuk Tuk."

Housekeeper Viktor's white-gloved fingers bent slightly, and lightly knocked on the heavy heavy wooden door of the study room, but of course no echo was heard.

He seemed to be very familiar with his master's demeanor, he opened the door and walked in, bowed and said, "Master, the gift is here."

The tall man standing in front of the window turned around. Under the curly black hair was a young and steady handsome face. His eyes were deep and always emotionless. His lips were thin and not rosy. He was tall and tall. However, his back is always straight and meticulous, and his overall appearance is cold and serious, which makes people afraid to get close.

When the gift was mentioned, the man's expression seemed to warm slightly. Although his face was still expressionless, Housekeeper Viktor obviously felt his joy. "Bring it to me."

"Yes." Vik's trustee gave a standard salute, exited the study, and walked into the study after a while, holding a rectangular vertical box in his hand.

A smile finally formed at the corner of the man's mouth, "Well, let me guess, what does such a box usually hold?"

Victor said blankly, "It's wine, sir."

The man sighed and shook his head, "Victor, I really shouldn't let you be the housekeeper. As he said, you are meticulous and without any emotion."

Vik's trustee put the box on the round table in the study room for guests, stood with his head down, and said calmly, "If I remember correctly, sir, he was talking about you. He was not accusing a loyal housekeeper."

The man laughed, walked a few steps to the round table to open the box, and reached out to take out the contents.

"It really is wine." The man rubbed his slender fingers on the wine bottle, looking at Victor with a look of terror in his eyes, "Should I say that you really know him very well?"

He always showed his possessiveness towards that man unabashedly.

Viktor was obviously used to his master's possessiveness, and he said with a blank expression, "It's not so much that I know him, but that I know your likes and dislikes very well."

The man relaxed his shoulders and tapped his fingers on the round table. After a while, he returned to his usual appearance, "Indeed. He will always use various ways to express his dislike for me."

To give him a good bottle of wine as a Christmas gift to the teetotaler is probably the most straightforward malice among nobles.

but……

Why does he find it so cute?

It was so cute that he wished he could crush that arrogant and noble man under him now, make him cry and beg for mercy, and express his deep love to him.

When Victor saw his master showing an evil and perverted smile, he knew that his brain hole had reached the limitless place.

But this kind of brainstorming is better in the bedroom while taking off his pants and moving around. He, a housekeeper, doesn't like to see it.

"Maybe you gave him something he didn't like first, and then he will return you, the thing you hate the most."

"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows, "Black Rose, isn't it good? Delicate and noble, unparalleled in the world, just like the unique and noble him."

Victor picked up the wine in the man's hand and carefully placed it on a huge shelf in the study for him. It was filled with all kinds of things, precious or cheap, and even some obscene things, but there was no surprise. It's what his master hates the most.

After finishing all this, Victor bowed and stepped back. Before leaving, he said indifferently, "I will never forget the flower language of the black rose."

"You will always be mine."

Victor closed the door of the study quietly, and faintly heard a chuckle.

New York is a gold digger's paradise.

There are one tycoon legend after another circulating here.

The most talked about is the current richest man in the United States, oil magnate John Cornelius.

Regardless of his status as a commoner, he became the object of pursuit of nobles in one fell swoop.

At the age of 27, he occupies all the oil companies in the United States, and the accumulated wealth can rebuild a stronger United States than it is now.

He was a Prohibitionist, but he overturned Prohibition in one fell swoop, and quickly occupied wineries west of the Mississippi River, making a fortune when people all over the United States reveled.

He is a devout Christian, but he has established a gang with the top three influence in New York, and the sound of Chicago typewriters resounds throughout the United States.

Like a miracle, he came to the world and became the ideal of all those who dreamed of wealth.

Of course, his handsome and rich appearance is also the object of many women's pursuit, but everyone knows that he is also an ascetic, and he abides by the dogma and never crosses the line.

He is an outrageously regular man.

However, not everyone thinks so.

"Damn it! Black roses! He actually gave me black roses! What does he mean, damn hypocritical believer!" Philip Neal was walking back and forth in the living room manically, and the beautiful blond hair that he usually paid attention to the most was also messed up.

Friend Cody was holding a lighter in his hand, playing with it one after another, the old god said, "Didn't you also give him a bottle of wine, for our legendary prohibitionist tycoon."

Philip raised his noble head uprightly, looking like an incomparable nobleman, "What's wrong with giving him wine! That's my courtesy!"

"But your courtesy is for a teetotaler."

"That's his problem!"

Cody gave up communicating with this spoiled friend, shrugged his shoulders and fell on the sofa, looked at his friend's fidgeting, and asked curiously after a long while, "Actually, I'm curious, why are you in such a situation? ?Although he was born in a poor family, it is said that he has the strictest etiquette, and the nobles all like him."

Philip's face turned red strangely, and the dead duck mouth insisted, "He is a lowly commoner. There is no manners for commoners! I hate him and his identity, can't I!"

Cody was speechless for a while, thinking that since you disgusted him, why did you still give him presents every Christmas, and you also went to inquire about the things he hated the most, and then tried your best to buy them back and give them to him.

This friend of his was born noble. It is said that his family is in England and owns a huge manor. He is of pure gentleman blood. Besides, he is also amazingly beautiful, with bright blond hair, fair skin, and he is as dark green as the bottom of a lake. His eyes made him highly sought after.

Perhaps it was due to his noble background and all kinds of favors, but his good friend's temper was spoiled by his family and the men and women who pursued him.

Cody stretched and stood up, maybe it's okay to have someone to make him feel intimidated.

"Well, my dear Philip, I can't waste my time listening to you complaining like a bitter woman about not being able to touch her husband's heart. I'm going to the club for fun, will you?"

Philip rolled his beautiful eyes and waved rudely at his friend, "Get out, get out, you will die on women and golf sooner or later."

"That's my honor."

Cody left, Philip sat in the living room for a while, waved back three waves of servants who came to ask him if he needed to serve, and finally returned to the bedroom.

His parents and family are far away in England, and his father has several sons, he is the youngest and the most favored one.

He also came to America because he wanted to leave home and indulge himself.

It's all right now, I didn't indulge a few times, and I even provoked that big pervert!

Philip was tossing and turning on the bed wearing a silk nightgown. There was no light in the room, and the moonlight shined gently on Philip through the curtains.

"Clack... squeak..."

Eerie sounds are more frightening in the dark.

Philip sat up abruptly, goosebumps appeared on his fair skin layer after layer.

"Who!"

The balcony windows were open.

The legendary man walked in with his head held high and his chest held high, without the slightest tiptoe, as if he had just returned to his room after taking a walk in the garden.

His voice was clearly magnetic and gentle, but Philip could still hear the man's possessive madness from the calm tone.

"Dear Philip, do you miss me?"

He has been a madman!

The author has something to say: Receiving in advance to save the picky eater Copywriting:

Zheng Huai was severely beaten by his father Zheng Shaoli because of his picky eaters. He cried so hard, seeing his father angry, he carefully wanted to tell a joke to make him happy, but before the joke came out, he With a snot in his nose, Bubble laughed first.

His dad thought he was not convinced, and then, and then beat him up again.

Zheng Huai cried and threw himself into the arms of his second father Li Qianxiu, sobbing and crying, "Isn't it said that children who love to laugh can't have bad luck... Hiccup."

Li Qianxiu, "..."

Li Hao went to the kindergarten class, and his elder father Zheng Shaoli personally escorted them in an extended Cadillac. There was a lot of crying and howling in the kindergarten class. Li Hao silently held Zheng Shaoli's hand and watched the teachers coax the children one by one, and quieted down. He said leisurely, "Your parents don't want you."

The whole class burst into tears again.

Zheng Shaoli, "..."

Talk about how the gourmet god can support a family of four picky eaters.

It also discusses how a divorced male god pursues another divorced male god.

Notes for reading: 1. Gongshou each has a bun, but Gongshou only has each other, and the source of the bun will be mentioned.

2. Su breaks the sky! 1V1HE

I beg my wives to collect one, collect it, collect it, collect it!