Because he also wanted to go to the company headquarters meeting, Marcus early the next morning left home, and then came back three days later with Grandpa's disease. Marcus found a family doctor who asked for an optimistic estimate that could take a year and a half. Marcus does not feel at ease and proposes staying with the escort, but Grandpa firmly refuses; Grandpa's meaning is that his body is not to the point of needing to lie in bed, he can not walk and does not want Marcus because he stays in this place he does not like. The grandfather means that his body is not to the point that he needs to lie in bed and can not walk. He also does not want Marcus because he stayed in this place he does not like; Marcus says he could not, can only forget about it; look at the spirit of the grandfather is not as good as it was in the end; the bottom of the heart is not good to feel.
He has a lot of work on his hands. He can't stay in London all the time. Even after two days with Grandpa, he still has to leave.
The flight ticket was also booked early in the morning, and in the morning, I received an email reminder from Linda that the plane's departure time was 9:00 p.m. After having afternoon tea with Grandpa, the housekeeper sent him to the airport.
It was still a two-hour drive. Marcus leaned on the window glass, thinking of his grandfather's departure to see their reluctant eyes. His heart was not a good feeling; Grandpa was unwilling to let go of him but did not want him to stay. His grandfather had been strong all his life for fear that he would not want to see him because of the look of the disease and pain. He thought of the death anniversary of his mother today; Marcus closed his eyes, and his mood became more and more depressed!
The airport and Marcus's home are two directions away. Driving over to go through London, the car traveled halfway. Marcus thought of what he had promised Xiaohui to buy, sighed helplessly, and asked the driver to stop the vehicle. The housekeeper said, 'Please help me send my luggage to the airport first, and then I'll take a taxi over there in a while. Thank you.'
After explaining things, Marcus got out of the car to go. Xiao Hui asked him to bring this to a street shop selling handmade chocolates; he said that on the Internet, many people recommended that this brother bring her back some. Marcus had the impression of finding the past, but it also took a lot of effort, and finally, in a very inconspicuous small street, he saw the end of it.
After buying the chocolates and going out, the sky, which was still sunny just a moment ago, started to rain, and the rain was also hefty.
The weather in London can change at any time.
Cursing this d*mn weather, Ethan turned the corner and wanted to run back to the hotel quickly when he saw someone standing in front of the shop in the rain.
'Hey! What kind of statue are you standing here in this rain for?'
Marcus turned and saw the person running towards him in the rain and mist. He was in a trance momentarily and then furrowed his brows again. How did he bump into him again?
Ethan grabbed one of his wrists, dropped Let's find shelter, and ran across the street to the small bar.
By the time Marcus regained his senses, he had already been pulled into the bar door, and the loud music instantly drummed in his ears.
Marcus furrowed his brows a little tighter. He didn't like this kind of place at all. He turned around and wanted to leave, but Ethan clasped his wrist hard. 'What are you up to? It's raining so hard out there, and you don't have an umbrella with you, and looking at you like that, the car isn't around, is it? Where are you planning to go?'
Marcus'eyes shifted down and landed on his hand that was clasping his wrist, only slowly retracting his hand when Ethan let go of his grip at the uncomfortable stare he was giving him, asking him,' What are you doing here?'
'I'm staying at the hotel on Front Street, I wanted to come out for a stroll after dinner just now, but I didn't realize it was raining,' Ethan said, pushing him inside,' Now that we're here, let's go in and have a look around.'
The music got louder as they went inside, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of smoke and alcohol, which made Marcus feel uncomfortable, and his already low mood sort of swung to the bottom at this point.
Drunken men stick together, with the music nearly naked/crazy twisting body, more daring to hold together directly on the kissing and nibbling on the people also come, the music mixed, is lingering lewd/extravagant erotic/erotic aura.
Understanding what kind of bar this was, Ethan smiled and winked at Marcus, who was expressionless, and found a corner where there were fewer people and sat down.
Taking one look at the nobleman, who was clearly out of place in a place like this, Ethan shook his head in amusement and called for the waiter to come and order drinks.
The wine was quickly delivered. Marcus took it first and poured a large glass into his mouth without waiting for Ethan to reach out. Ethan was so shocked that he hurriedly stopped him. What's wrong with you? What's the matter with you? This is a powerful wine. Do you drink it like that? Do you want to get drunk here?
Marcus glanced at him, still pouring half of the glass of wine into his belly.
Ethan finally realized that this guy's mood was a bit off. Seeing that he was about to pour a second glass, he pressed his hand again, 'Are you in a bad mood?'
The music in the bar was so loud that Ethan was almost close to his ear as he spoke. Marcus shook his head lightly, 'No, Ethan, young master, do me the honor of having a drink with you.'
Marcus said, pouring himself and everyone a glass of wine before picking up his glass and clinking it lightly with him, once again taking a drink.
Ethan didn't drink. Looking at his actions, he was a bit puzzled. First, he stood in the rain and poured strong liquor here. He looked like this. He was in a bad mood, right?
He's in a bad mood, isn't he?
But the last time William got married, he didn't seem so out of sorts; he was still well restrained. What's going on here?
When Ethan was in a daze, Marcus had already turned his face sideways, his lips almost brushed against his ear, and asked him with a smile, 'Does Ethan come to places like this often?'
Marcus was already drunk when he said such a thing, and the breath of alcohol sprayed down his neck, which Ethan unexpectedly didn't find offensive, and smiled, asking him in return, 'Do you?'
Marcus shook his head, 'Too cheesy.'
Ethan laughed but didn't say anything; his eyes glanced around the not-so-big pool; it was full of ghouls, and the two of them attracted a lot of eyeballs when they appeared, handsome and handsome Asian men, most of them were eager to try it out, but since they came in together, these people should think of them as a couple, so even if they were stupid, they were still watching rather than coming straight up to the table.
Marcus was still drinking one glass after another. Ethan was apprehensive about him, of course. He was concerned about himself, and when Marcus got drunk, he was afraid that he would have to carry him back.
When Marcus didn't answer, he pressed himself against him even more and blew on his neck, 'Never been here? You don't know that William has never hunted wild food, do you?'
Ethan was once again sure that Marcus was drunk; otherwise, he wouldn't have brought up William and said something ambiguous.
He also turned his face sideways. From the outsider's point of view, this angle almost looks like they are kissing forehead to forehead. Ethan's eyes fell on Marcus, lightly opening the watery and s*xy thin lips, and suddenly, he had a dry mouth. Marcus's light laughter sounded in his ears. 'Not saying anything, so it means that there is no real? Gee, that's pretty rare.'
'You have?'Ethan asked him back.
Marcus shook his head again, 'I have a very high regard.'
Ethan felt that the man in front of him was deliberately tempting himself and was thinking about whether he should go further when Marcus suddenly withdrew his body again and continued to drink.
Ethan was helpless. The fire in his heart couldn't go up or down, which irritated him, so he got up and went to the washroom.
Ten minutes later, as Marcus's face was again drenched in cool water in the washroom, people swung back, only to find that other people had occupied his seat. A tall, muscular white man saw a hand on Marcus's shoulder and was talking to him about something.
Ethan sauntered forward and stood before the two men, raising his jaw at the white man and saying coldly, 'Let him go.'
The other man smiled, 'Why?'
Ethan said, 'He's mine.'
'How so?'
Ethan bent down, grabbed Marcus's shirt collar with one hand, pulled him close, and directly bit his lips; Marcus let out a'hmmm' and cooperated by opening his lips and intertwining his lips with his tongue.
Ethan originally wanted to solve the ghost man but could not let the drunken, delirious Marcus do what he did. This is the most direct way, but now things are a little out of control, Marcus' hands on his head and hard to wrap around him, entangled in his deep kisses; he was also taken in from the theatre and has become a little bit of a desire to stop.
The heat around him kept coming up, almost burning him.
By the time Ethan felt himself reacting somewhere, the only clarity left in his head leaving him to bellyache about how men were lower-body thinkers, Marcus gave his tongue another sudden, hard bite, backing away as he took the pain.
The other party is not much consciousness, confused and stunned looking at him, kissed for too long, lips a bright red is a more watery cleaner, that pair of deep blue eyes through a little bit of love/lust, seems to be s*ck*d into the general, Ethan smiled, mute voice asked him:'want to continue?'
Marcus hiccuped, planted himself on his shoulder, and passed out completely drunk.
... Sure enough, he ended up having to carry him back.
The gweilo had run off early in the morning, and Ethan resigned himself to picking the man up and carrying him over his shoulder out the door; luckily, the rain had lightened up considerably outside, and the hotel he was staying in wasn't too far away.
Carrying the unconscious Marcus on his back, Ethan thought to himself that his sinful relationship with this man seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.