Love Killer

"It's my honor." Nodding, Feston didn't show complacency or joy when he said this.

Belivia held Feston in her right hand, and Feng Zhannuo was on her left. He was not sure how Feston was feeling now. He thought it was very interesting, but it was also ridiculous.

This competition should be a draw at this stage, but only the parties themselves know the real situation.

In order to facilitate the inspection, and also to take into account the dignity of the dignitaries present, the inquiry room is in another room. Belivia's status is special, and everyone present is more or less aware of her secret background. Ma'am is so important.

There was a lot of discussion behind the scenes. On the way to the inquiry room, the red and brown striped wallpaper in the corridor caused a dizzy illusion in the sight. Belivia could hear the voice in the hall, "Why are they all so interested in other people's private affairs? , such a terrible thing happened here just now!"

She whispered that everyone around her could feel the tight grip in her arms, Feng Zhannuo stopped, "She needs a glass of brandy." He said to Feston.

When Feston took the brandy and returned to the inquiry room, there was no police officer in there, and Belivia was looking at Feng Zhannuo with a very strange look, as if she was seeing him for the first time.

"Just take a sip." Handed her the wine glass, and while she took it, she turned her eyes to Fieston, with the same weird eyes, Belivia seemed to be evaluating something, but also seemed to be observing, She held the glass, but did not drink.

"Don't like brandy? Take a sip, it will make you feel better." Feston seemed concerned, but Belivia couldn't meet his sharp eyes, and lowered his head, "Thank you, I feel much better."

She put the wine on the side and seemed to have something to say, but before she could speak, the police came in.

This is definitely the most routine inquiry, the inquiry has no results, all three of them may be the target, and the incident happened too fast, there are no valuable clues, except for the flash of the sniper rifle scope on the opposite side.

There were other people who were going to take notes, and the procedure went very quickly. After they answered the questions, they were allowed to leave. Belivia suddenly showed a mysterious and nervous expression, "Follow me."

She led them to the depths of the corridor, pushed open the door of a room before anyone else appeared, pulled them into the room, and quickly closed the door, she turned and leaned against the door, tightly pursing her lips, The face turned red and then turned white. It was hard to see such an emotional change in this beautiful and innocent young lady.

"I'm pregnant." She said to them suddenly.

The voice was tense in the air, and finally broke and dissipated. She bit her lips tightly, thinking that the two men in front of her would be stunned, but she only saw "Macro" raised his eyebrows, "This secret doesn't seem to be Say it to your suitor, it's definitely a blow to the man.

"But you don't look disappointed at all, Mike Luo, you and Mr. Al Qaeda have known each other for a long time, haven't you?" Turning to Feston, Belivia looked at him with hopeful eyes, she hoped they would say yes, Hope I didn't make the wrong bet.

"It's not just acquaintance..." Taking off the glasses, the gray eyes flashed a smile, and then became focused, "Miss Belivia, we should ask you first, I hope you are willing to explain what's going on , who is the father of your child?"

From Feston's expression, it can be concluded that the secret she revealed did not cause much shock to him, "You really found out, it's terrible." Belivia's panic was undisguised, she twisted her handkerchief in the room pacing.

"You know each other, right? You rescued me together on the balcony. At that time, I found that your tacit understanding was very good. Later, you stayed together to inspect the scene. I heard that you are an important figure in the Al-Qaeda Group, Al-Qaeda Sir, I don't know how Mike Luo met you, I just hope to get your help—"

Turning around, Belivia stopped in front of Feng Zhannuo, saw something she hadn't noticed before, and her words stopped abruptly, "That looks a lot like a hickey..." She said blankly.

"That's the hickey." Feston looked at someone's neckline with her.

It's hard to hide, maybe it's not easy to find at first, but as long as you watch for a few more minutes, you will notice those suspicious traces. Feng Zhannuo opened his arms and asked amusedly, "Are you going to discuss me now?"

Of course not, Belivia shook her head subconsciously, but unconsciously turned her gaze to Feston, and found the wound at the corner of his mouth.

"It was bitten by an animal just now." He touched the corner of his mouth, and it was only then that Belivia realized that this Mr. Al Qaeda also smiled like this, a little conniving and a little provocative.

"Who is the animal? Which animal?" Feng Zhannuo held out the gun from his waist, he was not in a hurry to know Belivia's story.

Felston's voice mingled with the metallic sound of bullets, "Fox? Cheetah? Or fish? Which one do you prefer?"

"Once upon a time, someone said I was like an antelope, a long, long time ago." When Feng Zhannuo replied, Feston knew that he was thinking of the past, and in his memory there was only one person who might have such friendship with him People, the killer named Gran, a friend who was killed by Feng Zhannuo himself.

Although the killer who was playing the role of the baron was still smiling, Feston did not continue this topic. He inspected the room, took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, and handed over the full bottle of whiskey.

After gulping down the drink, Feng Zhannuo walked towards the sofa by the wall, sideways into the soft cushion, "Whose room is this, are you sure it's safe?"

He suddenly changed the subject. Belivia looked at them and listened to the conversation between them. From the eyes and movements of the two men, he felt a friendship that was obviously different from friendship. He replied sillyly, "This is Mei Li. The study room Mrs. Er prepared for her lover, few people come, you... What kind of relationship do you have?"

There is no shortage of marriages of interest in the upper class of Monaco. After marriage, both men and women develop outwards and have their own secret lovers.

Although her movements are restricted everywhere, she is a royal princess after all, which is nothing unusual for her.

But men and men, this is still beyond the scope of the princess's cognition, or even though she has heard of such a thing, she has never seen it, and even forgot about herself for a while.

"Few people ask so directly." Fieston should also have a good impression of this princess, otherwise Feng Zhannuo believed that he would not say a word about their relationship to other people.

"Ah—" Belivia let out an exclamation, and she recognized the meaning of the words.

And Feston obviously wanted to draw her attention back to the matter in front of her, "You just said that you are pregnant, first of all congratulations, Miss Belivia, I have doubts from your clothes, words and deeds, But I am inexperienced in this area, and I just suspect, and your words confirm my guess."

"So you gave her juice, because she doesn't drink alcoholic beverages." Feng Zhannuo clapped his hands, his eyes brightened under the light.

"And the shoes on her feet. Although I don't know much about women's dresses, it seems that such dresses should be matched with higher-sized high heels. A celebrity who is surrounded by banquets and often participates in social activities will not make such a mistake. Wrong." Following what Feston said, Belivia looked at the chunky heels under her feet, they were beautiful, but they didn't match the dress best.

"Who the hell are you?" She looked at him intently, expressing her surprise and astonishment.

"He used to be a police officer, of course he still is now, but he encountered some troubles and had to solve them before he could go back, and the solution was to marry you." Feng Zhannuo glanced at her with a joking expression, but Bei Livia clearly felt a chill.

He doesn't like this solution.

There was a tremor on her back, just like the instinctive fear she felt when she was in danger on the balcony. The bullet was in his hand, and he was holding the gun like a toy, fiddling with the handle of the gun.

"You're not the Mike I know, you're not who you show, you've been acting?" The woman's intuition told her that the person in front of her was not safe, and she leaned back.

The man in front of him seemed to be a different person, his handsome appearance remained the same, but his temperament changed. The gentle aristocratic demeanor was no longer obvious, replaced by a free and easy demeanor, with a hint of cunning, not frivolous, but kind of Unpredictable feeling.

"Who are you?" Belivia's eyes were wide open, she was cautious and cautious, revealing her nervousness, and she tightly squeezed her hand.

Opposite her, Feng Zhannuo casually wiped his gun, "Some people call me a ghost, I think it's fine, you might as well call it that." He glanced at the man beside him.

"He's not the real Macro Wintress. You should have discovered that he is a much more dangerous person than you imagined. You should stay away from him instead of seeking his help, Miss Belivia." In the room without the lights on, the shadows deepened Felston's outline. Standing there, he naturally gave people a sense of oppression, not due to his height, but something else.

Claiming that "ghosts" are dangerous, but his tone doesn't look like he wants to stay away from danger. If she wants to say it, the man in front of her seems to be enjoying this kind of alternative dangerous emotion.

"No matter what the reason for 'Macro' is to get close to me, you don't seem to like it very much." Belivia is indeed more innocent than most scheming women, but she is not stupid at all.

"As you said." Feston raised his glass to her.

Two men and one woman, complex relationship, Belivia also quickly realized the strange situation, "I'm so shocked, let me deal with it..." Her beautiful eyebrows were tightly frowned, one hand Grabbing a corner of the bookcase, as if to prevent himself from falling down.

"Who told you to come? No... I'm not going to say this, I should do this now, I want to ask you to help me, but it sounds like you are in trouble yourself, and you have to marry me to solve it? But you It's together..." She felt confused as she spoke, and her brain seemed to be running out, but the two men in front of her seemed much calmer.

They were not flustered at all, but signaled to each other, and they seemed to have reached a consensus that she didn't know. She looked around and looked at them in turn, unable to maintain her pretended calm.

"Tell me what's going on first, who is the father of the child?" Feston raised his hand, signaling her not to be nervous, and asked her to sit down and rest on the chair on the other side.