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Seeing the phone light up again.

Could it be that Natasha still has something to say to herself, God, today is such a good day!Torres grabs the phone: Felix is ​​calling.

"Hello?" Torres pressed the answer button.

"Well, Torres, come and save me, I'm at the door of Bella Firenze, I can't move now." Felix's voice was low, sounding like he was still breathing.

"What's the situation?!" Torres clamped the phone under his ear with his shoulder, and reached out to pick up the clothes and put them on.

"Didn't you ask me to investigate Antonio Fernandez Carriedo? I went to their family's nightclub, and then, you know..."

"God, you are too impatient." Torres quickly put on his pants, walked out of the bedroom while taking over the phone, picked up his coat, house keys and car keys and went out, "I just entrusted you tonight, right? Can't you make a good plan before you act? You are an intelligence agency, how could you be so careless?!"

"Because it's Torres' commission, I want to help as soon as possible, and I don't worry about other people's words." Felix's voice sounded very wronged.

"Okay, okay, don't talk, just hide at the door of the store and don't move, be careful not to be discovered, I will be there in 10 minutes." Torres hung up the phone and walked to his car.

21

Although it was already the territory of the Brazinski family, Torres still carefully parked the car in a relatively secluded place in the Bella Firenze neighborhood, then got out of the car and walked to the Bella Firenze bar.

Under the porch of the bar, Torres found Felix, who was leaning against the pillar and fell asleep: he was still wearing the low-cut pink knee-length dress when he was dressing up with Torres before, and the big red bow on his head was covered It was taken off and wrapped around one foot. From the outside, Felix didn't show any signs of injury, but his hair was a little messy, the makeup on his face was stained by sweat, and his legs There were several holes in the silk stockings on her back, and she didn't wear shoes on her feet.

"Hey, Felix, wake up, are you alright?" Torres knelt down and shook Felix lightly, and the heavy smell of alcohol rushed towards him.

"Hmm..." Felix opened his eyes in a daze, and smiled when he saw it was Torris. Rest your head on Torres' shoulder.

"What's wrong with you?" Torres gently helped Felix up.

"Ouch." Felix sat down on the ground again.

"Are you injured? Where is the injury? External injury and internal injury? Do you want me to call the doctor in the organization?"

"My shoes are gone." Felix untied the bow on his feet, lifted his feet up, and stretched them out in front of Torres. "My feet are covered in blisters."

"What's going on?" Torres looked at Felix's skinned feet, "Didn't you say you went to the nightclub of the Vargas family?"

"Yeah, I went, but I didn't see Antonio or other senior cadres, so I drank with ordinary customers and their officers in the store. I wanted to make a point, but I drank But they, and being pestered by them as girls, I escaped, stumbled all the way when I ran, and ran away with my shoes, and my feet were all worn out."

"The shoe ran away! Think of you as Cinderella who is going to change back to her original shape at the stroke of midnight!" Torres stood up holding his forehead, "Please have some common sense, I thought you were killed by the Vargas family. People were chasing and killing, and within 10 minutes, the car came over."

"Torris... I was wrong. Next time I must speak clearly. Don't leave me alone, I can't walk." Felix took Torris's hand and shook it from side to side.

"Forget it, I don't know as much as you, so I'll take you home." Torres looked up to the sky and sighed, as if he was begging Felix.

"No." Felix shook off Torres' hand.

"Why?" Torres clenched his fist, intending to punch Felix if he lost his temper again.

"I have no home," Felix replied quietly.Torres's heart twitched slightly, and he let go of his fist:

"Then where do you usually live?"

"Upstairs in the gallery where I work during the day."

"Let me drive you there, it's so late, your feet are not easy to walk."

"No." Felix turned his head away.

"And why?" Torres felt a stir in his stomach, why as long as he was gentle, Felix would push forward.

"The gallery owner is hosting a party in the gallery tonight, and I will attract attention like this." Felix put his foot on Torres' lap.

Torres had black lines all over his face: "Then where do you want to go?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, let me think about it for a while."

"Okay, okay, think about it quickly, wherever you want to go, I'll take you there." Torres made one head and two big ones, and just wanted to send this hard-to-serve god away quickly , go home and go to sleep

"Really?!" Felix's eyes lit up, "Then, I'm going to Torres' house!"

Torres' face contorted, and he was pretty sure it wasn't stomach pain.

22

"Let you sleep on the bed, I will sleep on the sofa." Torres yawned, rolled up the quilt and pillows on the bed and put them on the sofa in the living room, and took out a new quilt from the closet and put it on the bed superior.

"I knew that Torres is the best." Felix hugged Torres from behind and kissed him on the ear.

"Hello!" Torres was about to explode, but Felix had already walked over and opened Torres' wardrobe by himself:

"Torres, I need to take a shower first, and please lend me a set of pajamas."

"Don't rummage around, go to the bathroom, I'll find clothes for you." Torres' stomach throbbed again facing Felix who was pulling his underwear.

"Okay~" Felix hummed a little song and staggered to the bathroom, "I'm so happy today, wearing Torris's pajamas, sleeping on Torris's bed~ By the way," Felix turned around, his eyes full of anticipation , "Do you want Torres to wash together?"

"No need at all! You should remember that I slept until midnight to pick you up, and I've already taken a shower."

23

Perhaps it is the relationship between occupation and personality, Torres has always been a very light sleeper, and will wake up with the slightest noise.When soft footsteps sounded beside the sofa, Torres's consciousness left the shallow sleep that was as fragile as ice floe; Coming to his side, Torres pressed Felix's carotid artery with one hand and his wrist with the other.

"It's me." Felix replied with difficulty. Torris, who had just woken up, was strong enough.

"Why are you running here while you're still awake?" Torres let go of his hands, and raised his upper body with his elbows on his side.

"I'm cold~" Felix wrapped his feet in the quilt and put his feet on Torres' lap, and his body was close to Torres.

"There is an air conditioner in the bedroom, and the remote is next to the lamp." Torres moved his legs away from Felix's.

"Isn't it cold for Torris to sleep on the sofa alone?" Felix stretched out his arms and hugged Torris, "Thinking of Torris sleeping on the sofa alone, I will still be cold even with the air conditioner on."

"Then what do you want? Instead, I'll sleep on the bed and you sleep on the sofa?" Torres wrapped the blanket tightly. It's okay if Felix doesn't mention it, but the early morning at the end of October is indeed chilling.

"Let's sleep in bed together, so I can feel at ease without turning on the air conditioner."

Torres looked down at Felix. Although he still couldn't figure out the purpose of Felix's behavior of pestering him since he met him, he was not a malicious person, but he didn't know what exactly aroused his interest.

"Okay," Torres sighed, and added after seeing Felix who immediately sat up and jumped up, "However, you can sleep alone, and you are not allowed to sleep with me."

24

Felix slept contentedly until he woke up naturally, stretched his waist, and turned his head. The bed on the side of Torres had been tidied up, and a gray square-neck T-shirt was folded on a dark blue bed that was also neatly folded. On top of the jeans, a khaki jacket was folded squarely at the bottom.

"Torris's aesthetics are too problematic, and he needs to be fine-tuned in the future." Faced with the clothes and pants that were obviously prepared for himself, Felix sighed. Although he had inspected Torris's wardrobe last night, he actually matched it worse.

However, when Felix finished washing and walked out of the bedroom, the scent of food pervading the airy living room, dining room and kitchen swept away all his depression.

"Oh my God, what a luxurious breakfast, it's so delicious." Felix yelled and rushed to the side of Torris who was busy. Plate the samples and put them on the table.

"Does the clothes fit you well?" Seeing Felix sitting excitedly at the dining table, holding a knife and fork, Torres untied his apron and put it on the back of his chair, asking as he sat down.

"Well," Felix munched on the buttered toast, "but it's not pretty, Torres's eye for choosing clothes is really not as good as your cooking skills."

"Clothes," Torres didn't care, "it's enough to be comfortable, and I don't have any occasions where I need to be fashionable and eye-catching. In fact, the less noticeable the better."

"Oh, next time when there is a need