Love Killer

Is this a threat to God?Anthony didn't know, "For things we can't do anything about, we can only believe in another power." Looking away from the screen, he seemed to see Belivia on the screen just now.

"I hope Mr. Al Qaeda is okay, we sent it in time, maybe it won't be serious."

"Stop talking, I need to be quiet."

Anthony turned his head, this killer who can only be described as incredible, he was majestic when he shot, but now he showed a tired expression.

The operation has been going on for a long time, Feng Zhannuo has been waiting, he wants a good result, just like he said.

Anthony was fidgeting. He heard that someone had gone to pick up Belivia, but there was still no news. He didn't know if Belivia was being blamed and put under house arrest in another place...

"At least she is the prince's granddaughter, and she will not be harmed." He convinced himself so much that he couldn't imagine it, "And I'm sorry, for us, Mr. Kaida..." Feng Zhannuo paced outside the operating room, "You don't know what kind of person he is, he won't stand down, he won't."

It was for Anthony, but also for himself. It was as if his heart had been taken out of his chest and held high in the air, waiting to fall and fall apart, or turn into feathers, and land safely.

Finally the door of the operating room opened, and Feng Zhannuo held his breath as he watched Feston being pushed out, the doctor nodded to them, "It's not yet the level of intracranial hemorrhage, luck is pretty good, and his foundation is very good, he insisted The surgery went well."

The feathers fluttered and landed quietly on the ground.

Feng Zhannuo breathed out, "Very well, I don't need to rush in with a gun." He whispered, showing a smile unconsciously, "Doctor, I also injured my shoulder in the car accident, now you can find someone to replace it." Let me see."

The surgeon didn't understand what his previous sentence was, but he understood the latter sentence, "Injured in a car accident? You just said it now? People are dying now!"

Feng Zhannuo was taken for an examination, and Anthony went to Feston's ward alone, and he found himself in the habit of talking to himself, "Mr. Al Qaeda, what do you think Belivia is doing now? She will Won't you be mad that I didn't arrive on time?"

He looked out of the window, the afternoon sun was very dazzling, this happened in just a few hours, "...I don't think so, she is so kind and lovely, even if she gets angry, she will definitely forgive me for being late, you said Yeah?"

Feston was still under anesthesia for the operation and couldn’t answer. Of course, Anthony didn’t want to wait for him to answer. His mobile phone was lost in the car accident. He found the public phone in the corridor of the hospital. He felt that he should confirm the situation of Belivia, but No one answered the phone.

Feng Zhannuo passed him with a bandage on his hand, and walked straight to Fieston's ward. Anthony asked him behind him, "Why didn't you go to see him just now, you were obviously very worried."

"Because I know that I won't leave once I enter, and I won't leave him a step unless I see him wake up with my own eyes." The person with his back to Anthony turned his head.

With the door closed, it was their world, and Anthony sat outside in the porch, thinking of his Belivia.

The ward was very quiet, with no bullets or gunshots, only the smell of disinfectant, Feng Zhannuo's eyes moved inch by inch, Feston's hair, Feston's eyebrows, Feston's lips, and his firm Straight bridge of nose.

There are faint shadows on the eyelashes, deep outlines, and sharp facial features. This is the FBI who has had trouble with him time and time again, and has helped him time and time again, and there have been many hugs and kisses between them.

"You know, I still find it amazing that we are the same kind of people, but we are in two different worlds and have different ways of doing things. To be honest, I should have killed you a long time ago, but the feeling of being with you It's always 'right', I'm human too, I can't resist the feeling, and neither can you, you Caesar."

"You say this is God's arrangement, or is it a malicious joke? Although you admit your feelings for you, you must think that I am still struggling and refuse to admit defeat." Feng Zhannuo's fingers touched Fieston's side Face, finger knuckles rubbed lightly on his face, "But you are wrong, even you can be wrong."

This warm touch... means that he is still alive.

Feng Zhannuo took off his coat, got on the hospital bed, and hugged Feston tightly. He didn't dare to say how deep this feeling was, but he knew the "I love you" he said to Feston and said to anyone. Everything has been different.

And now it seems that this sentence is not enough to express his mood, "Wake up quickly, when you are well, I will use all means to let you know how much I care about you."

"...all ways." He whispered in his ear, kissing the pinna of his ear, biting his earlobe.

He was sure that Feston would like his way. They have always had a tacit understanding in bed and in bed. When the body is no longer a mere combination of the body, the flame of love and desire will burn another amazing heat, which is irreplaceable. Comparative, fantastic, irresistible.

He remembered the fire in Fieston's eyes when he hugged him, the hoarse growl when he lost control, the impulsiveness and excitement that were completely different from usual, and the expression that was exclusive to him.

The calm Felston is hard to touch, his resolute and indifferent side face is always alienated, as if he is looking at something, ready to make a judgment at any time, all the emotions are in those eyes, he watches Anyone, anyone can understand the profound meaning. He values ​​the rules and breaks the rules. He values ​​the lives of his subordinates, but he does not consider that a tough style may make people resist.

He once tried to arrest him, regardless of the cost, but in the end he chose him, regardless of the cost. Feng Zhannuo now thinks of all this and can't help but feel suspicious. Is Feiston a man of scheming, or a romantic who acts on his feelings? By.

The only thing that's certain is that he won't lose the entire campaign for a single battle.As long as you are alive, you have a chance to come back.

The scene before the explosion was replayed before Feng Zhannuo's eyes. Feston was calm and calm at no time. He was indifferent when he hid his anger and threw the blade. He pushed him away at the moment the car hit him without hesitation. ...then blood ran from Felston's head.

Feng Zhannuo will never forget that voice.But he wouldn't say thank you to Feston, he wasn't even going to mention it, maybe just because their lives were already connected.

No one says thank you to themselves.

Feston woke up in the middle of the night.

Almost as soon as he opened his eyes, Feng Zhannuo knew that he was awake, Feston's muscles became stiff, his memory was still in the moment before the car exploded, in the dangerous environment, he knew that there was someone beside him , touched Feng Zhannuo's hand in the dark, stroked it once, and confirmed his identity.

Fingers without fingerprints, palms so pale that no palm prints can be seen, trained flexible joints, and a faint smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, mixed with the smell of hospital disinfectant, this smell is no stranger.

Feston tore off the oxygen tube attached to his lips, Feng Zhannuo was suddenly hugged, and his warm lips pressed against him, absorbing his breath.

The beating sounds of the quiet dark heart echoed each other, the fiercely intertwined lips and tongue, the sound of breathing from the corners of the mouth, accelerated the frequency of the heartbeat, the familiar feeling, the familiar kiss, but this kind of familiarity is deadly, no more What satisfied Feston more than this kiss.

If he hadn't just recovered from surgery, the kiss would have lasted longer, but even now, it was enough to make him short of breath, "Why didn't you listen to me and get out of that car earlier?" He touched the wind The bandage on Zhan Nuo's shoulder.

"Stop kidding, how many times do I have to remind you—"

"You're not my subordinate." Feston answered with a smile, "Yes, I know, I don't think I'm so unlucky to have a subordinate like you."

Feng Zhannuo made a gesture to punch him, but Fieston held his fist, "I heard what you said."

"What?"

Feston approached to remind him, with an ambiguous tone, "You said that when I get well, you will use all means to let me know how much you care about me."

Feng Zhannuo coughed lightly, "Did you hear that?" Did he talk too much?

"I heard it, so I want to wake up as soon as possible. The price is that the anesthetic is gone, and I have a bit of a headache now." It is a conservative estimate to say that it is a little bit, Feng Zhannuo believes that it is not a little pain, but Feston will not scream pain because he is not.

"Headache? Then how can I comfort you? Like this? Still like this?" He chuckled, like an animal deliberately revealing his own cunning, kissing his bandaged wound, from forehead to lips, but never too much The movement is just a slight tease.

He did not forget the current situation of Feston.

"It's not enough, I think it's better to compensate me later, take your time." With the faint light coming in from outside, Feston closed his eyes slightly, and pulled him closer as if enjoying himself. This little compensation did not satisfy him.

"Tell me what happened next, how about Anthony and Belivia, we won?"

"Unfortunately, we don't know the ending yet. There might be a result tomorrow." Feng Zhannuo recounted what happened after Feston lost consciousness. "Judy has no news, which means it's not good news."

Feston remained silent. When Feng Zhannuo thought he was too tired and fell asleep, he moved and put his arms around his shoulders, "The problem between us can only be resolved if Belivia escapes marriage smoothly..."

"You know what I think? Fuck his question, you have already paid too much for Fieston, and I don't want you to continue." Feng Zhannuo stared at the blank ceiling above, "How dare you say you Don't you want to just let me out of that circle?" He added.

"I am, but so what? I won't ask you to leave, to get rid of your identity as a killer, this is your freedom." The two were lying on the hospital bed together, and Feston breathed out the pain in his head , "But we both know we should be together."

He turned his head to look at him, with deep eyes and a calm statement. This is a fact, and it seems all the more natural when it comes out of Feston's mouth.He always had a way of making all his rhetoric persuasive.