how i bought the whole world

What Brandon said made me wish I could kill him right here.

No love words can be more beautiful than what he said at the moment, as if what he confided was not words but deceptive magic, I looked up, Brandon had an uncomfortable look on his face, he turned his face slightly, trying to get away from me I stood up on my body, but I held his waist and didn't let him move.

I always thought that I was more active in this relationship. Brandon just agreed to be with me with a trying mentality. In the end, he tried enough and might turn around and leave immediately.After Chris talked to me, on the surface I seemed to be full of confidence in what I said to him, convinced that our future will be perfect, but I am not sure how the reality will develop in the future... I did not expect Brandon to This relationship is far more serious than I imagined. Many of his actions have shown his attitude, that is, he really treats me as a lover.

I hugged him and buried my face in his chest, "Thank you baby."

He moved twice and found that he couldn't break free, and pursed his lips again, "Let me go first."

"No." I hugged him even tighter, feeling a sense of peace in my heart, the original irritability had completely disappeared, and now there was only joy and satisfaction left.

The sleeping Gu Qiao gradually rose up and pressed against his buttocks, "I suddenly want you so much, what should I do?"

"You're crazy." Brandon stared at me speechlessly, "This is your office, what if someone comes to you?"

I said confidently, "Why would someone look for me? It's lunch break now, and no one will come to this floor." I continued to rub his upturned buttocks with that part, "Just come once, I've wanted to I came here once in the office, you look so good in a suit, I like your vest, you don’t have to take off anything, just unbutton your trousers.”

Brandon bit his lip, "But yesterday we just..."

Before he finished speaking, I had already begun to take off his pants.

In the end we did it once on the table, and we lingered on the sofa for a long time. I kissed his lips, feeling that I was close to the apex, and quickly twitched a few times, releasing it between his crotch.

Afterwards I cleaned his sticky thigh with a tissue.

Brandon's lips were red and swollen, and his eyes seemed to be watery. He lay on the sofa and said bitterly, "This is Westwood, my best suit! You can't put your body on my lap , do you have a condom?"

"I like having my body on you." I replied cheekily, "Don't you think it's special to have my things on you? Besides, condoms affect the pleasure of making love to me."

This sentence made Brandon's face turn red even more. He stroked the wet hair on his forehead and sighed, "I will never sympathize with you again, William, you bastard deserves to be in trouble."

I smiled and bit his ear, "Yes, I deserve to be in trouble, but it's also your fault, my dear, if you weren't so enthusiastic about seducing me, I wouldn't lose control, and you have to pay half of it Responsibility, if you ask me, if you continue to be so charming, I will suffer from kidney failure sooner or later."

"So the problem is still with me?" Brandon pushed me away. "Go away, man with kidney deficiency."

I squeezed his ass, "You are not allowed to say that."

Brandon broke free from my arms and stood up. He tidied up his messy clothes, went to the floor-to-ceiling windows and opened the windows for ventilation. The smell in the room at this moment made people blush and heartbeat, clearly showing the good things we did before.I sat lazily on the sofa with my knees bent, twitching the corners of my mouth, and lit a cigarette by my hand.

A few white pigeons fluttered past the window and landed on the other side of the glass mirror of the building. Above was the blue sky and white clouds, and below were row upon row of buildings. Brandon opened the window and went He stood there motionless, squinting his eyes at the scenery outside.

I put out the cigarette, moved behind him again, put my arms around him from behind, put my chin on Brandon's shoulder, and muttered, "What's so interesting, do the birds outside look as good as me?"

"I just think the weather outside is good, narcissist." Brandon said angrily, "This climate is very suitable for going out, I was just thinking, maybe we can go outdoors together after things are over Relax."

"Good idea." I immediately agreed, "You choose a date, and then we will have a barbecue party together. We can bring Jude Law, and we can also call Chris, Yitzhak and their female companions along the way."

"By the way?"

"Aren't they specially invited? Aren't they light bulbs?"

Brandon laughed at me.In fact, today's WF Group is already a large multinational group. The reason why we have not left Boston so far is that Boston is one of the most prosperous cities in the United States, and it is also because the scenery here is really pleasing to the eye. Looking down the cable, you can see the scenery of the whole city and the surrounding Charles River not far away. The river is wide and quiet, like a huge black jade belt linking Boston and Cambridge. From time to time, there are exquisite and classical ships drifting down the river. I really don't want to leave this place.

"Okay, I'm going back to work," Brandon said, before turning to me and giving me a soft kiss. "Where are you tonight?"

"Go to your house." I said.

"Then you remember to go to the supermarket to buy dog ​​food." He reminded me.

I pulled him and didn't let go, "Or just work here, without you, I don't think I'm in the mood to read those annoying reports."

"I'm not sure you'll focus on your work if I stay." Brandon walked away with a smile, "The reports brought by the investment team are annoying, but they're also very profitable. Well, William, hurry up and choose Give me the best report, and tomorrow we will hold the latest investment meeting."

……

Although Chris is confident that the FBI has no reason to apply for a search warrant against the WF Group, they quickly thought of other ways to replace the role of the search warrant, Julius.Jones asked me to go to the FBI for investigation on the grounds that my passport was suspicious. I have no right to refuse. After all, I am not a citizen of the United States. When they suspect that I am a stowaway, I can only clean up. Do yourself a favor and go to the FBI's Boston headquarters for an investigation.

"I don't even know when the FBI is also in charge of the Immigration Bureau." When I appeared in the FBI's office, my tone couldn't help being a little sarcastic. "Well, Agent Jones, have you found anything good?"

There was a trace of joy on Jones's face, he seemed very satisfied that I finally stepped in here, because this proved his victory, he looked at me lightly with his head down, and said casually, "Mr. Field, please pay attention to your Attitude." He waved in front of me with a stack of documents, "This is the FBI, not your own office, do you think you can still be as aggressive as we met last time? Impossible .If I were you, I would definitely choose to be cautious at this moment, because it is not a good idea to upset an FBI detective."

"My lawyer is downstairs, you have to be careful when you threaten me." I pointed to Chris standing at the door with an expression no better than everyone present, "As a legal taxpayer, I am worried about the taxes I pay. What's wrong with nurturing a group of fools who can't distinguish their duties? They waste my precious time again and again, and don't allow me to fight back a little?"

Jones' face froze. He knew that I meant him by the 'fool who couldn't tell his job', so he couldn't help but glared at me, and I looked back at him without fear.

He finally responded dryly. "Legal? Whether your business has evaded taxes is still a problem. Before we get a judgment, please don't be so sure of yourself. Maybe you will pay a fine that is enough to bankrupt you in the next moment."

I sneered, "Look at these words, it looks like a villain is extorting money from me. I remember that your judicial department clearly implements the principle of innocence. When can you directly convict a citizen without looking at the evidence? I have to say that your accusation is unreasonable and absurd, especially for me, a citizen of decent background and integrity, such unwarranted assertion is an insult, which makes me very doubt whether this is the most authoritative place in the United States Judicial investigation agency, why is there a person who violates the constitutional principles of American democracy and freedom standing in front of me."

This hat is a bit big. Since the U.S. Constitution was promulgated in Philadelphia in 1787, the United States has taken democracy and freedom as the most basic principle of its own laws. The American people like freedom and democracy, and they also like to demand democracy and freedom. They think these two things are human beings. The sources of progress, without which there can be no development and no society.Otherwise, since the Statue of Liberty is obviously a French-born nationality, why is she so famous in New York?Isn't it because it got to the G-spot of the American people, so it is highly respected by the people.Therefore, if someone says that another person violates the spirit of American democracy and freedom, he is almost denying the value of his existence as an American citizen. For public officials, this is a very serious protest.

Jones' face tightened, "Mr. Field, you better shut up."

He made a gesture, and a young man in uniform immediately walked up to me and asked me to go to the room on the second floor for questioning. I shrugged and followed their footsteps. Lesson, made up my mind not to talk to me, they walked quickly, and neither of them said a word.

Jones and the young man didn't stop until they reached the corner of the corridor. At the end of the corridor, there was a small room, surrounded by walls on all sides, with a huge single-way glass in the center, which could only be viewed from one side. That is, people inside can't see outside, but people outside can see what's going on inside at a glance, but they are usually installed in an interrogation room. It seems that the room Jones brought me to is also an interrogation room.

"Here it is," Jones said. "go in."

I am just a businessman, and I actually enjoy the treatment of criminals in the FBI. It seems interesting to think about it. I glanced around. This is a room with black and gray walls. In the room, there is only a table and two tables facing each other. There are empty chairs without any decorations, one of which has been pulled away is my seat, I sit down, and immediately someone puts a cup of steaming coffee in front of me.

"Have a cup of coffee and relax." The person who took the coffee was another young man. He stood in front of the table and kindly reminded me, "I'm afraid you won't be so relaxed later. Detective Jones is more...serious." He said a more euphemistic word.

The young man probably didn't want to offend others, so he took the initiative to show kindness to me. I understand his psychology, but this cup of coffee...I curled my lips, the cup is not clean, the liquid is cloudy, this cup of coffee smells cheap The taste, still instant, pushed the coffee mug away from me with just one look.

The treatment is really bad.

Jones brought in a lie detector (how dare he) and sat down in front of me. "Mr. Field, do you know what this is?" He said in a proud tone, "I have already applied to the higher authorities for permission to use a polygraph test on you, and the higher authorities agreed. They allow us to ask you some questions about immigration. You must Answer truthfully, because it will all be recorded on a polygraph."

I raised an eyebrow. "Immigrants only?"

"It depends on how you define the immigration issue. I think what you think may be different from what we know." He said slightly sarcasticly, "Actually, we have the right to ask any questions about your coming to the United States. Based on these questions, we will judge whether you have done anything harmful to the United States, and you'd better tell the truth, otherwise we have the right to deport you if we think you have a tendency to hide the truth."

It's a good idea. No wonder Jones is so confident. If you don't believe me, I won't tell the truth, but I'm curious why he insists on finding me guilty. Is it because I look like a criminal?

"Okay." I sneered, "You can ask, Agent Jones. But you only have half an hour, and you know it."