Love Killer

White plush carpets, dark red velvet curtains, blue-gray patterns on the wallpaper mixed with a little light gold, this luxurious large suite is now cleaned up, and their guests are sitting there.

"You've been here for the past few days?" Belivia's first question was this. She was purely curious, secretly guessing whether this was the love between men, her eyes circling on the corner of Feng Zhannuo's mouth.

"Isn't it good, it's convenient to talk to you, you see, you can find both of us at once." Feng Zhannuo touched the wound on his lips when he spoke. At first glance, the injury on his neck shouldn't be too bad.

"Come to us this time, which means you have already made a decision." Feston did not urge her to speak, and walked to Feng Zhannuo and handed him a glass of red wine. It was yesterday, and the song was not finished yet. Give it to Bellevue The second is milk.

When he took the wine glass, the corner of his mouth was touched by Feston's fingers. Feng Zhannuo knew that it was not provocative, but his heart was still agitated, and he pulled Feston to the sofa to sit down together.

For the past few days, he has been staying in the hotel room where Fieston lived. Before Belivia arrived, Judy called and asked one person to completely replace another person's identity, especially if that identity was a nobleman. It's not easy.

Judy still needs some time, and he is still the fake Baron Winterthres, next to him is a "competitor", and the lady in front of him is his "target". If others want to see, the relationship between these three people This should be.

"You brought two more bodyguards this time." Before Belivia opened his mouth, Feng Zhannuo pointed at the door with an empty wine glass. Different from his leisurely posture leaning on the sofa, his eyes had a special meaning .

Belivia looked at the door with slightly angry eyes, and then sighed helplessly, "It's Brunson, he told my grandfather that I might encounter an assassination, and someone has been following me since we met last time, and there are a few others Downstairs outside the hotel."

"The Monaco police couldn't find anything. It was done by professional killers, and they wouldn't leave traces for us to search. Even if they did, they could only find the killer, not the mastermind behind it." The authority, whether it is in the United States or here, the case makes no difference.

Feng Zhannuo listened amusedly to him talking about the killer in front of others, and thought that he was sitting next to him as a genuine killer, but Belivia didn't know his identity, so he couldn't help but feel absurd.

"They are not here for you, you don't have to worry, Miss Belivia, but in my opinion your bodyguards are not just to protect your safety." The friendly smile is relaxing, and the man in front of him Belivia became like the "McRo" he knew from the beginning, the unidentified fake baron, whose charm Belivia could not deny, and he was so smart.

"I'm sorry, I was a little scared, so...so I asked someone to discuss it, but I didn't expect that she would tell Blusen, and Brunson told my grandfather again, and I heard that he was very angry."

Seeing Belivia's remorseful face, and understanding what she meant, Feng Zhannuo couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "So, are you saying that you told others about your escape from marriage?"

Although he had no other responsibilities, his question still made her feel like an idiot. Belivia lowered her head and squeezed her small bag desperately, her face was hot, "I know it's stupid, but I don't have any People are negotiable, I only told my good friend Lisa, but I didn't expect her to be—"

"Bluson's eyeliner, Rainier III asked him to find someone to watch you." Feston smiled under her surprised and suspicious gaze, "It's not difficult to guess."

It doesn't help to say anything now, "If you were my subordinate, I would punish you in the most severe way to make you remember this lesson, and even be fired, but you are not my subordinate, and in fact You are a princess, I have no right to accuse you of anything, and you don't have to feel remorse, this is your own business."

Feston didn't speak harshly, but this was more shocking than anything else. Belivia stood up anxiously, "I didn't expect that she was sent by Blusen. I even kept Lisa a secret about Anthony. Yes, but this time I slipped my tongue, I told her I don't want to marry a stranger, I want to be free, I... what a fool I am!"

Although she maintains the image of a lady and celebrity in front of people, she is actually yearning for love and her own happiness just like ordinary girls, instead of being arranged by others and becoming a puppet.

"She is our trump card. The situation is a bit bad, but it's not the worst." Belivia cried bitterly on the sofa opposite, Feng Zhannuo turned her head and said in a low voice, "What you said is not your subordinate , so can you pay attention to your tone, at least don't tell her to cry. "

"I'm sorry I'm not as considerate as you. This is how the flowers in the greenhouse are cultivated. If she wants to survive independently, she must have the courage to face reality." Feston is very strict in some respects.

Seeing a woman crying, most of the time Feng Zhannuo would comfort her, but this is not the case now, Belivia is blaming herself, when she finishes crying, she raises her red and swollen eyes and finds two men opposite her looking at her, Embarrassed, she took out a tissue to wipe away her tears.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why, I can easily lose control when I'm here with you, and I can only pretend to be what they want to other people, maybe it's not for you, so..." The celebrity's temperament was ruined, she No longer explaining, he absently rolled up the tissue in his hand, raised his head and looked carefully at the expressions of the two men, "Is there any other way now? I have already contacted Anthony, and he is willing to take me away, but—"

Her words were interrupted again, "Miss, can I ask you to finish speaking once in the future?"

Feng Zhannuo couldn't help shaking his head, maybe this was the reason why he was willing to approach Belivia, she was not threatening at all, she was simply powerless, "Anthony's luck is good, but I also sympathize with him."

Hearing his joke, Belivia understood, but was not angry, and sighed self-deprecatingly, "When I was in my 20s, I realized that the friends around me were not made by myself, and I even began to doubt how many things were true. Can you blame me for this, what would happen if you were in this growing environment?"

His growth environment, "Oh, Miss Belivia, I dare say you won't want to switch with me." With a chuckle, Feng Zhannuo stopped talking, took Feston's hand and didn't drink Finished the red wine, fiddling with the glass carelessly.

Feston's hand stroked the back of his neck, touching the end of his slightly long hair, "His growth environment is beyond your imagination, Belivia, let's change the subject, what's your plan?"

Feston's words are very direct, he knows that Feng Zhannuo is not that fragile, but he is not happy that someone uses this kind of thing to make comparisons and assumptions, which makes him feel boring, anyone who has never experienced it before making such assumptions is meaningless.

Belivia looked at this man named Ian in puzzlement. He seemed to be full of secrets, "I called Anthony, and he also wanted to see me. We have been in touch by letter before, this time I called Give it to him, he was very happy, he said he would take me out of here, and we made an appointment to meet on the festival day."

"Monaco's National Day?" Feng Zhannuo raised his eyes from the wine glass, saw her nodding, and met Fieston's eyes.

"This is a good day." This is the date they agreed upon, which can be said to be a deadline.

"But because my grandfather already knows that I have such thoughts, he will definitely send Blusen to keep an eye on me. The matter is not that simple. I need help. I only think of you." She confessed her thoughts.

Feng Zhannuo's tone made her very worried, "Do you know what this means? We're going to play hide-and-seek with the police in Monte Carlo, and confront Rainier III—" With a long tail, his expression is unpredictable .

"But if you've made up your mind, let's do it." Fieston took up his unfinished words, and raised a glass with him, Feng Zhannuo smiled, a smile full of interest and enthusiasm.

Belivia let go of her catching heart.

The two conspirators smiled at each other after she left, and the timing was perfect for solving Belivia's problems during the holiday season.

It would be very beneficial to all parties if they thought they were separated, and it would give those who want to use their relationship as leverage a disadvantage.

In fact, he should have done this from the beginning, but being too self-conscious may also be one of Feston's characteristics. If it is not necessary, he will not deliberately disclose this relationship, but he will not deliberately conceal this relationship. Except for the means of handling the case, emotionally He can be said to be completely frank.

This is different from Feng Zhannuo. If necessary, he can hide secrets for the rest of his life. His whole being is a secret, and he has long been surrounded by countless bloody assassinations and darkness.

But in the morning, no one could see how many shadows there were on a man like him.

A few days later, in the hotel room, the Ghost Killer was lying on his side on the bed, his hand next to the pillow might make the movement of pulling the gun at any time, as if he would jump up at the slightest alarm, but his expression was so relaxed.

Feston couldn't bear to wake him up, he knew that as long as he woke up, he wouldn't go back to sleep, his hair had grown again, and the loose hair on his forehead left a shadow, when he didn't open his eyes, he looked It is completely harmless, and it is not surprising that many people regard him as a model, ignoring the cold light that flickers in his eyes.

"Wake up when you wake up. I will charge by the hour in the future. Do you know that your eyes are a hindrance to sleeping people?" He is not dead, and he is particularly sensitive to the feeling of being stared at. Feng Zhannuo opened his eyes , Feston's hand was still on his waist, "If I didn't know it was you, I would have just pulled the gun."

His eyes were sleepy, his tone was not very good, but his movements were lazy. It was strange that he always slept well when he was beside Feston.

"How many murder weapons do you have with you?" Fieston's hand moved from his waist to his chest, into his vest, and twisted the protuberance of his chest vaguely, Feng Zhannuo took a breath, and said in a hoarse voice. Laughing, "If you don't let go, I'll show you my most powerful gun."

"You're playing with fire." Fieston's voice was as hoarse as his, and the force suddenly increased, Feng Zhannuo's whole body was hardened, and his back was stuck to a ball of fire.

"Then can you afford it?" Turning around, he hugged Fieston's head and pressed him down, his palms went up along his waistline, touching the soft and firm skin.

Because they knew that they had to say goodbye for a short time, they have restrained their temper these days, and they have not even had a small dispute. Instead, they have various "communications", and now it is the beginning of the daily process.

The communication between the lips and teeth was just a rudimentary, Fieston's fingers were exploring deeper, Feng Zhannuo stroked Fieston's buttocks fiercely, the breath leaked from the overlapping lips was equally rapid, and the pillow fell to the ground At the same time, the phone rang.

"Damn it!" Feng Zhan Nuo lowly cursed, he remembered what day it is today.

Hugging him and turning over, Feston blocked his mouth with his tongue, distractedly stretched out his hand to answer the phone, "Miss Belivia?"

When Feng Zhannuo was let go, Feston's breath had not recovered, and his hoarse voice inexplicably made Belivia on the other end of the phone blush, and he couldn't help but wonder what the two men were doing now.

"Yes, it's me. I will trouble you with today's matter. Don't forget that it's [-]:[-] p.m.." But she didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly finished speaking, afraid of being overheard, and immediately hung up the phone.