Reborn American Giants

In the quiet apartment, the loud ringing of the phone startled Buniseño.

It was already very late, almost 10 o'clock, and instead of rubbing shoulders with Barkar tonight, he took the rare opportunity to concentrate on arranging the travel plan of the opposition leader Robert Dabson for tomorrow.

But when Buniseño put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his wrist to answer the phone, Barca had already answered the phone first and was whispering something into the phone at the moment.

Seeing how he deliberately lowered his voice for fear of disturbing him, Buniseño smiled slightly and couldn't help but feel warm at his meticulousness and consideration.

He had never fallen in love with anyone, and he was now past the age of dreaming, but he swore to God that his feelings for Balka were unprecedented.

Buniseño didn't know if this was love, but compared with being with Mehra before, he felt a sense of relaxation and cleanliness that he had never felt before. This feeling was a bit strange even to himself.

In fact, neither of them loves each other, but they make love in the name of love. This is really the dirtiest thing in the world.

This made Buniseño feel that he had always had a dirty shame in his married life.

But when he was with Barka, some of the "sexual things" he did surprised him, and some of them challenged his deep-rooted social concepts, but he felt very "clean".

He loved Balka's apartment, playing with the bears he collected, listening to his records, walking around the room in his shirt and fur slippers, everything about him...

He was extremely grateful to Barka for sharing this new world with him, understanding him, opening his heart, and "straightening out" his "distorted thoughts."

"Just straighten it out..."!!

The banter contained in this made Buniseño himself laugh...

Who would call at such a late hour? Buniseño thought, who was probably calling to ask Barca to cover the shift of a certain crew member...

Barca appeared at the door of the study, rubbed his sleepy eyes and said to Bunicenio: "I'm looking for you."

"Looking for me? Who would..."

"I don't know," Barka said, still sleepy.

So Buniseño became uneasy. The matter between him and Barca was a very hidden matter. He thought that he had been very careful and did not reveal any flaws. Who would call here to find him?

He tremblingly picked up the phone receiver and said, "Hello, hello."

"Bunisenio Cesar..." asked the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Excuse me, are you...?"

"Oh, I am Tanko Baviria, a reporter from "News Photo". I'm sorry to disturb you so late. It's not inconvenient, Cesar."

Buniseño had never heard of this person. He spoke with a strong nasal voice, which made people feel uncomfortable. His deliberate intimacy also seemed rude, even annoying, and the politeness in his words was also quite inappropriate.

Sincerity, anyway, Bunicenio did not answer.

But Tanko on the other end of the phone obviously wouldn't back down like this, "I have something urgent to ask you. My editor asked me to interview you tomorrow together with the political reporter of our newspaper. I write feature articles myself, so I want to

I want to call you first to let you know...have you moved, Cesar? This is not your original phone number."

"Where did you get this phone number?" Buniseño asked. His lips suddenly became very heavy. In this short question, he almost squeezed every word with all his strength.

came out.

"Oh, this question, generally speaking, we can get any information we want..."

The voice on the other end had an indescribable taste of showing off. Buniseño's mouth seemed to suddenly become very bitter. He wanted to just hang up the phone and act like an ostrich.

, buried his head deeply in the sand, as if this could isolate him from the whole world...

But he didn't do this. His inner desire to know how much they knew prevented him from hanging up the phone, so Tanko's voice on the other end of the phone continued.

"... Cesar, please make some necessary arrangements. I will come with the "big army" tomorrow. If I can't interview you, my editor will go crazy. I don't think you will

What makes me sad. By the way, was it your son who spoke to me just now? Oh, I'm sorry, this question is really silly. Everyone knows that our press officer only has two daughters. Did I remember correctly?

Cesar…”

Buniseño felt that his throat had been blocked by a boulder and he could not speak a word.

"Maybe it's a colleague? Or a high-level figure in the party? You were discussing the election together late at night?" Tanko couldn't wait to use the reporter's ability to "guess" one by one, "But his voice sounded

He just woke up. It seemed like I woke him up. It was really weird.

I'm sorry to disturb you two so late. But you know, the editor of the newspaper is like this. He never cares whether we are sleeping or resting. As long as he needs it, he will reach out his hand to catch you, even if you are suffering in hell.

Come to him and ask you to fulfill his request immediately..."

"Oh, damn it..." Tanko's words were full of hypocrisy, "I'm so sorry for letting you listen to these complaints. Please apologize to your wife for me..."

The obnoxious reporter continued to talk sweet words, smiling with hidden insinuations, and aggressively questioned me.

So Buniseño understood. He slowly put down the receiver and hung it on the phone base...

So, they knew where he was, they had Barka's phone number, and they knew who he was with at the moment.

Ever since he made up his mind to open his heart with Barka, he knew that such a day would come. However, he had been praying to God that this day would come later and give him and Barka more time to be together.

Bunicenio's career makes him very familiar with these hateful media, and just destroying him will not satisfy these greedy bastards.

They will pursue Barka relentlessly, digging into his work, his studies, his life, his friends, everyone he knows... they will even go through his "trash can" and dig into the rotten sesame seeds.

Searching Gu Zi’s past for every mistake he made.

These people will definitely fight ruthlessly to the end, there will be no limit to their verbal abuses, and there will be no mercy or concession. They will do all kinds of evil things that cannot be described in words.

Buniseño was not even sure whether he had the courage to bear this kind of pressure, and he had no right to let Barca bear all this.

He walked to the bed in confusion and glanced at the dark street, trying to find the prying eyes hidden in the darkness.

But there was silence outside, and there was nothing, at least Bunicenio didn't see it.

But this kind of pure life will not last long, maybe it will end tomorrow...