Love Killer

Belivia felt that she had been bewitched, and what was even more frightening was that she didn't want to resist this idea at all. This idea was like a seed that took root in her mind.

Giving up the marriage contract, giving up everything, pursuing one's own freedom and love, it's like a dream, but everyone has the right to dream, right?She felt that she had to go back and think about it.

"Speaking of Belivia's escape, most of your problems will be solved. I have to say that this is a good plan, but without my cooperation, it will not succeed so quickly." Stephanie stared at her leaving back, retracted His gaze changed into a shrewd expression.

"If she escaped from marriage, Al Qaeda Group has no reason to force you to marry again, Mr. Feston, is that so? And you, Ian, no matter what agreement you have with Harbino, if the protagonist is not around, they can't take you How about it, the reason for the failure of the mission is not yours." She really caught the point.

Feng Zhannuo did not deny it, shaking the ice cubes in the wine glass, "Don't say it has nothing to do with you, isn't this what you want? As long as you don't form a partnership with Habinuo, abduct and abet a lady It's no loss for you to run away from marriage, Stephanie, you are still so efficient."

There was sarcasm in his compliment, she chuckled softly, leaning against his shoulder, "Go and see Samantha sometime, she misses you very much."

"She'll see me when I show up." He didn't give an accurate answer, and Feston bumped his elbow, looking a little impatient, "Can we go?"

He rarely showed this kind of impatience. Feston is not a person who is used to hiding his emotions, but he is not someone who writes them on his face, so when he is not smiling, he always looks calm and indifferent. Ce's face seemed inaccessible, but after getting close, it would be a different feeling.

It's just that it's hard for Feng Zhannuo to tell what it's like now. There are feelings between them, but there are also contests between men and their respective prides lingering in the middle, such as the dispute the night before.

After going out, he just walked to his car, when Feston opened the door and got into his car, "I didn't drive here."

"Escorting Her Royal Highness, you want to use a taxi? Captain Feston, Officer Caesar, Mr. Al-Qaeda, are you sure you want to get in my car? I won't take you back to the hotel." Changing the occasion and changing his appearance, he Opening the car door, Fiston was right behind him.

"I met her at the door, if you want to ask about it." The voice behind suddenly approached, "Get in the car."

Feston pushed him into the car, and before he had time to ask what was going on, a black shadow pressed up and the car door was closed.

The same smell of alcohol invaded the mouth, and the tip of the tongue that swipe on the palate caused a slight itching pleasure, and the familiar kiss ushered in a familiar response, Feng Zhannuo quickly sucked Feston's tongue politely, and squeezed into the two. In the compartment of an adult man, the remaining space in the front seat can only be regarded as narrow.

He was pushed down as soon as he came in. Feng Zhannuo was still sitting on the driver's seat. Half of his legs were under the passenger seat. The superimposed human body restricted his movements. If he wanted to fight back and shake off Fieston's weight It is simply impossible, especially if the other party is not of a level that can be easily solved.

The Chesu with a dark film blocked the view of the outside world, and the oxygen between them might not be enough. The same smell of alcohol and tobacco permeated the nasal cavity, and Feng Zhannuo discovered something he should have discovered .

"How many cigarettes have you smoked?" The strong fragrance of nicotine is also a kind of bitter smell. In addition to the pungent alcohol, this kiss also has a very strong bitter taste of tobacco.

"I didn't pay attention, it was just one night anyway." As if telling him on purpose, Feston let go of his raging teeth and bit his neck instead. Feng Zhannuo was rarely speechless, Every time the object is Feston.

His neckline was pulled up, "Listen, you owe me, and I owe you, let the hunter become someone else's prey, it's wronged you, but we knew from the beginning that things would turn out like this, so don't What kind of reasons are you looking for to trouble yourself! You want freedom, I will give you freedom, you think it is too dangerous to be with a policeman, I can let you go..."

Feston is a realistic person, and he also knows that it is impossible to bind himself with the person in front of him all the time. This kind of love is too fairytale and too unrealistic, even if he thinks it is impossible.

"Set me free?!" Feng Zhannuo's eyes narrowed dangerously, "You said you want to set me free?" This was simply the funniest joke he had ever heard!

"Listen to me too! No matter what happens, we are responsible, don't try to blame me alone! If you think it's not good, you can quit, but don't forget that I was not the one who provoked the other party in the first place! "The knee suddenly went up, Feston's words seemed to be the only one making trouble out of no reason, seeing Feston's grim face in pain, his anger reached his face and formed a cruel sneer.

"Maybe it would be better for us to be enemies, but unfortunately, we have no chance. If you really want to quit, I will kill you!" He bit Feston's neck without mercy.

Under the bloody smell overflowing from the teeth, there is also a strong and beating pulse. Feston's heartbeat is as fast as his own. He has no idea how strong emotions can cause such deep and complicated feelings, because he has never tried it before.

"I want to wonder if you have killed people in this way..." The person bitten by him strangled his neck with his arms, forcing him to let go. Feston's blood was warm, His voice seemed to be on fire, but it was not angry, "Who said I was going to give up on you? Did I say that?"

It's just a sentence that didn't express clearly, but it caused such a result. Feston loved and hated this unexpected "surprise", and was a little bit dumbfounded, "Let others think that we are separated, what do you think?"

Different from looking at other people, the fiery eyes are like ignited alcohol. Feston is either drunk or has been spying for a long time, just like the "suggestions" he made every time he suddenly opened his mouth. It's surprising, but as long as you think about it, he is the Caesar in the FBI after all, and these seem to be taken for granted.

"What do you want to play? Tell me clearly and maybe I will accompany you." The transition from emotion to rationality, Feng Zhannuo's sanity recovered in an instant, and the transition from sneering to calmness was so fast that it was almost doubtful whether he had been there all along put on a show.

But of course not, this was the result of Feng Zhannuo's strenuous control. Above his line of sight, Feston's collar was stained with blood, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice if he was okay.

"I won't call you a ghost in the future, I should call you a vampire." Pulling him up, Feston pressed the wound on his neck.

"Don't say it's so serious, it doesn't bleed anymore, my teeth are not strong enough." Feng Zhannuo approached reassuringly, wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, there was his blood on it, his blue eyes rolled, he was apologetic, but he didn't say anything Excuse me, I touched his wound with my fingertips.

The light in the car was dim, but his presence was real.

Feston himself didn't know why he was so fascinated by a fickle killer, his sense of instability, his unfathomable vagaries, even every look and every movement attracted him.

He grabbed his finger and put it on his lips to kiss, with a calm expression and gentle movements, but just like Feng Zhannuo, he didn't speak any words.

The conversations between them always focus on disputes. What they can say they understand each other in their hearts, so they say very little, and what they can't say is indescribable in any words, so they don't say it at all.

As a result, what they confide is often some harsh words, and they are fighting each other, fighting and confronting each other, and at the same time they are stubborn and refuse to let go, neither side is willing. "Let's go back and talk about it. You drive first. It's safer to go to my place." Feston said a string of addresses.Feng Zhannuo returned a questioning look, and got an answer, "Maybe you forgot, but I still remember that you, the baron, are being hunted down.

Feston’s waking up made him temporarily compromise, “Well, I don’t want our conversation to be interrupted by bullets.” The hotel is in the other direction, close to Monte Carlo’s famous Opera House, as the Al Qaeda Group’s When the representative appeared, Feston's food, clothing, housing, and transportation were all in charge of special personnel, and the service provided by Harbino had a different style, which was more personal, thoughtful, and luxurious.

Entering through the back door of the hotel, Feston didn't want to attract others' attention, Feng Zhannuo really wanted to tease him that his behavior was becoming more and more like a killer, but after thinking about it, this is not an interesting topic, so he didn't say it in the end.

On the way upstairs, they met the hotel manager, "Mr. Al Qaeda." They greeted him politely, "You are back, if you need anything, you can tell me directly, and I will tell the front desk."

Feston waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it, and then the manager left from the elevator door, as if he had come here to wait for him, just to ask him what he needed.

Judging from his attitude towards Feston, this is not the courtesy a manager should have to a guest. He didn't even take a second look at the bloodstains on Feston's collar, as if they didn't exist.

"He's flattering you, he didn't even ask a suspicious person, is this hotel occupied by you? Or—" Feng Zhannuo's observation ability has always been keen.

"You're right, this is one of the industries under the Aedas Group." After the manager left, Feston revealed the answer and stepped out of the elevator.It is not too strange that Al-Qaeda Group owns property here. He admired the luxurious but tasteful layout around him, "Have you ever thought about going back to inherit the family business?"

Feston walked past the dark green and gold patterned wallpaper. The light brown carpet on the floor was covered with geometric patterns. At the door of his room, there were red abstract sculpture decorations beside the corners. He stopped in his tracks.

"You can get dividends if you are not in the company. It is more challenging to solve the case and arrest people than to run the company. Why should I go back." It always shows that he is indeed surrounded by businessmen in some unexpected places, Feston said End opened the door.

If you don’t go to work, you can still get money. Why do you want to go back? Good answer. Feng Zhannuo walked in, but he didn’t expect that the scene in front of him was completely different from what he expected. It was a mess, “You were robbed?” “Yes I didn't get someone to clean it up, I need my personal space to think about something." The chaos around him was incompatible with the sense of order expressed by Feston himself, and he moved the full ashtray to the side and opened the window to take a breath.

Newspapers, dinner plates, ties, and changed clothes on the sofa in the room. Although they are not too messy, this is the room where Feston lives after all.

Feng Zhannuo couldn't imagine that Feston, who was always used to being neat and tidy, could live in such an environment, and it was Feston himself who caused this environment. This luxurious suite was occupied by stale air and scattered luggage.

"I'm so surprised here." He stood in the room and looked around, vaguely aware of the cause of all this chaos.

"Because of you, I have to figure out how to solve the obstacles in front of us, but what about you—you are good at complicating simple things, tell me, am I being too indulgent with you?" Fieston turned around, his eyes bursting The force seemed to grow stronger as he approached, and suddenly pressed him against the door.