Correct harassment posture for ex-boyfriend

12 month.

Four months passed, and it was winter.

On this day, it was Christmas Eve, all the gamblers left at 8:9 am, the clubhouse finished cleaning up the business venue, and closed at [-]:[-] am, the gate of the manor was closed, entering the Christmas holiday.Henry saw Vincent leave and went into the underground garage.He slowly packed up his things and decided to walk back to his apartment.

It was freezing outside and snowflakes were flying all over the sky. Henry wrapped his down jacket tightly, put on his hat, and walked slowly under the bare tree beside the path.Vincent's charming appearance lingered in his mind, recalling the sweetness of the seaside trip, he would have a knowing smile on his face, and thinking of Vincent being carried in the arms of some men, he felt a pang in his heart .In the four months since he came back from Sussex, he was lonely and lovesick, happy for Vincent and sad for Vincent, his heart was tortured to the point of ashes, and only this cold snow could temporarily cool his heart because of love. Suffering to a boiling heart.

The life of an undercover agent is not only to complete the task, but also needs to pay a heart to be trampled and ravaged.

"Vincent, I love you—" He raised his head and shouted to the snowflakes in his heart. Which one can hear what is planted in his lonely heart?

Henry closed his eyes, and the cold snowflakes hit his cheeks, which quickly melted into water. Vincent, can your heart be melted by me?

Going forward, Henry saw a green Land Rover off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road, and his heart beat wildly. It was Vincent's car!

The car window was opened, and with a bright smile on Vincent's face, he gestured to him: "Get in the car!"

Henry opened the door and sat in the co-pilot's seat.It was warm in the car, Henry took off his bloated down jacket, turned to smile at Vincent.

Seeing Henry's nose that was purple from the cold, Vincent's eyes showed a special kind of tenderness. Henry was immediately sweet, and his body and mind were happy from the inside out. He couldn't help laughing, staring at Vincent's beautiful face, Throwing unrestrained admiration towards him, Vincent's jade-like face suddenly turned crimson, he dodged his head back and started the car.

Entering downtown London, the car drove into Henry's familiar neighborhood, the place he left four months ago.

However, the car did not stop at the alley of Randy's house, but continued to drive five blocks forward, and stopped at another narrow alley. Henry wore a down jacket and hat, jumped out of the car, and ran to the side of the cab, He opened the door for Vincent, stretched out his arms, and carried him down.

Vincent's brown long boots stepped on the snow, black leggings were put in the boots, a dark brown loose cashmere long coat was worn on his tall figure, and a beige knitted thick wool long scarf was wrapped around his neck twice. One head is long and the other is short hanging on the chest, the big wavy hair is pulled slightly, and it is pulled into a loose bun at the back of the head, and the blond hair that is not rolled into the bun on both sides of the cheeks hangs loosely to the edge of the scarf, the blond hair and the scarf It makes his little face pink and tender, which looks really good in the snow.

Vincent locked the car door, took Henry's hand and walked into the alley. There was a woman standing at the entrance of the alley, wearing stockings and a coat, with a large part of her plump breasts exposed, shivering in the snow. Seeing Henry and Vincent coming, She secretly winked at Henry.

Being held by Vincent, even through the gloves, Henry felt hot all over, and didn't pay attention to the prostitute who was waiting for customers.Several children chattered around them, chasing and throwing snowballs at each other. Suddenly, a ball of snowballs hit Henry's neck, and the children screamed and flew away.

Henry's neck was cold, Vincent stopped, gently patted him out, and pulled him to continue walking.

When he reached the fifth house, he let go of Henry and reached out to ring the doorbell.

The door opened, and an old woman appeared at the door. Seeing Vincent, she showed a warm smile: "Hi Miss Valentine, I haven't seen you for several months!"

"Mrs. Brown, is that basement still there? We want to see it." Vincent said.

"Yes. Come in, it's cold outside, and I'll make you two cups of coffee," said Mrs. Brown.

"Thank you, no need, let's take a look and leave." Vincent pulled Henry into the door and went straight to the basement.

Mrs. Brown turned on the light and said, "It's dark and cold down here, so I won't be with you."

Henry followed Vincent downstairs, and a gloomy cold air rushed over his face.

On the next floor, enter a dark corridor.There were two doors open on each side. Hearing the sound, one door opened, revealing a wretched man's face. He looked at them and closed the door.

The second door on the left was covered with old cobwebs, and it seemed that no one had entered it for a long time. Vincent pushed it open, brought Henry into the room, and turned on the light. The indoor light was dim.

The room was cold and damp, with a musty smell that had not been popular for a long time, which made Henry want to cough, Vincent coughed first, Henry quickly patted him on the back, and he shook his hand: "Leave me alone, look! ’ he said in sign language.

Henry looked around. This is a ten-square-meter basement with a double bed in the middle, a ceiling-to-ceiling cabinet on one wall, and a table on the other wall. Thick dusty cosmetics, it seems that this place used to be a place where a woman lived.At this time, from another room separated by a wall, there was the creaking sound of the old bed, mixed with the moan of the woman and the panting of the man.

Henry was full of doubts, wondering why Vincent brought him here.There were two photo frames on the table that caught his attention. When he looked closer, one of the frames had a picture of a woman embedded in it. The woman was heavily made up, although she was beautiful, she was very vulgar. Smart big eyes, the boy's facial features are slightly familiar.

Henry suddenly realized that this boy was Henry Randy when he was a child.

"Why are my childhood photos here?" Henry picked up the photo, gently blew the dust on the surface, and asked in sign language in doubt.

"This is where your mother lived." Vincent replied.

"My mother?" Henry was very surprised.

"Yes, there used to be a woman living here, that is your mother, her name is Kate Evans, maybe it's not her real name, her origin is unknown, and she gave birth to you in the third month of renting here, gave birth to you On that day, in order to survive, she gave all her spare money and gave you to your adoptive father, John Randy." Vincent explained in sign language.

Henry was in a complicated mood. He never thought of finding the biological mother of the person he pretended to be.

"She abandoned me!" Henry gestured and said that he already understood that Vincent must have found Henry's biological mother by the way when he was investigating his life experience. As for who said it, of course it was the adoptive father John. He does drugs, he can say anything.

"Henry, don't resent your mother. After giving birth to you, she became a prostitute. If you were single with a child, you would have starved to death. She fostered you to Randy's family. For your meager needs, she gave most of her income to your adoptive father to pay for your support. After knowing that you were deaf, she begged for a large loan shark and gave it to John to take you to see a doctor. As a result, All the money was bought by John for drugs, and she squeezed herself almost dry to pay off the debt. After you went to middle school, she began to save money for you to fund your college, but unfortunately, when you were in your junior year, she because of I became sick from overwork and died alone. Because someone died here, this basement has not been rented out for more than two years." Vincent looked at Henry with sympathy in his eyes.

After playing Henry for a year, Steven has already integrated into Henry's soul. After hearing Vincent's story, he couldn't help tearing up, as if he really had such a resolute mother.If one day he could reveal his identity, he would definitely tell the real Henry how his mother worked so hard for him, how she picked up customers one by one, and used her body to pay for his college tuition.

Henry held the woman's photo to his chest, closed his eyes, and two lines of tears flowed out. He prayed for the mother named Kate Evans in his heart and told her that her son wished her a Merry Christmas in heaven!

Henry opened his eyes, and Vincent stood opposite him, looking at him quietly with a pair of beautiful eyes.