Love Killer

This is an old house. It has a spacious internal structure, high corridors, and is quite luxurious, but after many renovations, it is a little plain to be put together with the title of founder of Aedas Group.

"Usually there are so many people in your family? You came here for me. If that's the case, I would feel very honored." Looking around, Feng Zhannuo didn't see a few servants, which was very strange.

On the way to the living room, he also observed a lot of details, "In my impression, people with this status love to enjoy themselves and love everything that can show their status, but I can't see it from your father. at this point."

"Since my mother passed away, he has become taciturn. This house was bought with the first sum of money he felt when the company was first established. It is very commemorative. He likes it here and has never moved out. As for today... ..." Felston walked into the living room.

The fireplace is still in use, there are blocks of wood burning, and there are clumps of flames. The living room is very warm. Except for the single sofa in the middle, more than a dozen chairs are surrounded by a rectangular table.

"It seems that we interrupted the meeting." Feng Zhannuo saw the answer in front of him without Feston answering.

On the way into the living room, the content of the two people's low-pitched conversation was not heard, but the whispering was still obvious. On the surface, other people were talking and laughing, but secretly they were very concerned about the movements of these two people , naturally did not miss this scene, and they all exchanged glances. Only the head of the family here did not have any obvious expressions. Christopher Kaida sat on the single sofa. After everyone sat down, he said directly, "If I don't mean to see your 'friend,' you ain't coming back, are you, Feston?"

There is no obvious harsh element, but this is not what a father would say when he welcomes his son back. Feston doesn't seem to be surprised. Maybe he has been used to it for a long time. He smiled flatly, "If you want me to come back just to discuss the chief Regarding the selection of the executive officer, I don't think it is necessary for me to come back."

Sitting opposite his father, Feston held the whiskey brought by the servant in his hand, "I'm the FBI, I like to investigate cases, I'm not interested in doing business."

Concise and clear, just like the clarity and decisiveness when handling the case, the firelight in the fireplace is reflected on Fieston's face, and the profile of his profile is very similar to that of Old Al-Qaeda.

"What you like is a challenge. The competition in the market is not enough to arouse your interest, is it?" Christopher Kaida tapped his pipe on the table, and soon someone came up to fill the tobacco, and he smoked slowly. Smoking.

"It's not my interest to marry a woman I don't know." When Feston said this, he looked to the side, and Feng Zhannuo sat there quietly, like an invited guest.

He is indeed, but his identity is a bit subtle. The old Al Qaeda noticed Feston's gaze, "You are very direct, very good, then we can all order directly." Pointing to Feng Zhannuo, "Tell me, is it because of him that you don't want to marry a woman, and according to what I see now, he is a man, just like you." These words were accompanied by the smoke he exhaled. Diffused together, creating an unusual atmosphere in the air. Old Kaida's question was very direct, so direct that no one expected it.

All eyes were on one person, and Feston admitted frankly, "I have no feelings for women."

In the midst of an uproar, he continued, "Political marriage is not for me. To marry a woman is tantamount to cheating. I will neither love her nor make her happy. This union is meaningless."

The uproar was even more obvious, "Did you refuse it for him? I know what happened in Monaco. Did you do it for him?" In the whispered discussion, the old al-Qaeda's question penetrated All noise.

It was like a trial. He directly skipped the details of Monaco, and pointed to the crux of the problem about Belivia.

Feng Zhannuo admired the expressions of the people opposite him for a while, because when he was about to speak about himself, his arm was held down by Fieston.

He shook his head at him, then turned to Old Al Qaeda, "I should tell you it's for him, but in fact it has nothing to do with him, whether or not this person exists, I will not be manipulated to marry a woman I don't love, What do you think, father, do you think I would do that?"

Feng Zhannuo knew that the answer was no, and instead of seeing it as Feston answering this to save him from being blamed, it would be better to say that he told the truth. If it is not what he really likes, no one can force him to do what he does not want. thing.

Just like when they met back then, if it wasn't for being unable to resist the throbbing in his heart, Feston would never ask for trouble to provoke a criminal like him.

This was a conversation between a father and son. Fiston's gray eyes were beating with fire. Old Al-Keda smoked his pipe and snorted coldly, "I didn't know you were interested in men."

"Only she knows, I think she hasn't had time to tell you yet." Old Al Qaeda immediately understood who Feston was referring to, and his hand holding the pipe trembled.

Feng Zhannuo was beside Feston, he could see the flash of light in Feston's eyes, he shouldn't have mentioned his mother at this time, Feston knew it, but he still mentioned it, and was doing it for her. I regret it.

Feng Zhannuo shook his hand vigorously under the table.

"Jessica, she should have told me earlier, so that I don't have to look forward to having a grandson one day." Old Kaida said in a low voice, and the vague words rolled around in his throat before being spit out, like a sigh.

"I'm sorry." Feston said softly.

The old man across from him waved his hands, as if he had been shocked, and thus lost interest in the conversation. The heat of the fireplace gradually rose, and there were crackling sounds in the wood blocks. thought.

He would bring this kind of private matter to the table, and he did not shy away from the presence of other people. Feng Zhannuo had learned, "He is your father, except that you both have the surname Al-Qaeda, and you are very similar in other places." Whispering among the crowd At the same time, his words fell into Fieston's ears, Fieston didn't say anything, just listened attentively, and old Al-Qaeda looked at them with half-closed eyes.

Greg eased the atmosphere with laughter, "It's rare for everyone to get together today, let's not talk about other things, it's freezing outside, let's have a drink first."

He rang the bell, and the servants came up to pour wine for everyone, some empty glasses were filled again, and the fact that old Qaeda didn't make any comments about Greg's presumptuous orders seemed to indicate that something was changing.

"Christopher, what does this mean? Your son Feston is the heir of course. Are you going to transfer that seat to Greg permanently? George, you should be happy now. Greg is your son. You I should be the happiest now, Feston has his eyes on a man, ha!" Amidst all the whispers, a middle-aged man rubbed his red nose and pointed vaguely at the old man beside Greg, George · Al-Qaeda, the accused Al-Qaeda obviously has a different temper from his elder brother Christopher Al-Qaeda.

"Wesley, be careful with your words! Whether it's temporary or permanent, Greg is the head of the group now, and Al Qaeda is making money. Isn't that enough? Just because you don't have children, you don't want to see me My son gets this honor and is in charge of the lifeline of our family..."

"You're right, this is the lifeline. How could I trust a brat who can't handle even a little thing..." I wanted to continue, but was stopped by George, "Wesley!"

A loud shout woke up the middle-aged man named Wesley a lot. He opened his eyes half drunk, and the surroundings were quiet. George Kaida was staring at him fiercely, so he woke up. Shut up and stop mentioning what you just wanted to say.

Greg looked at the wine glass in his hand as if nothing had happened, and the atmosphere was very strange.

"If there is nothing else, let's go first." Feston stood up, Feng Zhannuo was still sitting on the chair, admiring the progress of this rare "meeting", he was dragged up by Feston, he concluded A conclusion, it turns out that I came here just to meet one person, Feston's father.

Feston hardly had a substantive conversation with anyone else, but Christopher Kaida apparently had something to say, "You stop, and the guy next to you."

Feng Zhannuo stopped, and Fieston turned his head.

Not knowing what he wanted to say, everyone else fell silent, but Old Kaida suddenly asked, "I heard you are a killer?"

It was a bomb, and he just threw it out, there was no sound around, Feng Zhannuo seemed to hear the sound of his own nerves beating, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied with a smile, "Yes, I'm afraid that's the case, Kai Mister Da."

He actually said "That's it" so casually, the old Al-Qaeda raised his brows, and emphasized his tone, "You are a killer, and he is the FBI, are you together? In love?"

Knowing what Feston was going to say, this time it was Feng Zhannuo who pressed his arm, facing the old man, "You can question it, but to be honest, if it wasn't for this reason, I would have killed him long ago. "

He smiled nonchalantly, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright. He was dressed in casual clothes, with the windbreaker he took off in his hand, like a model in an advertisement, and he naturally had an extraordinary demeanor.

He didn't look like a killer at all, but everyone heard him admit that, amidst the astonishment, only Old Al Qaeda was unmoved, and looked him over carefully with his eyes again.Hearing Feng Zhannuo confess his love in this way, Feston gave Feng Zhannuo a warning look, "Don't talk nonsense here."

"...It should be said that this is the reason why I have not arrested you so far. You have changed your mind and are now a good citizen." I believe that Feston himself does not think that there is much credibility in saying these words.

Feng Zhannuo squinted his eyes and smiled.

Old Al-Qaeda seemed to have discovered something novel, "You are defending him."

Feston was defending him.

"Mr. Al Qaeda, I call you that because you are his father. You should know that we will always protect those who are important to us." Feng Zhannuo didn't think it was strange.

Everyone was looking at Feng Zhannuo and Fieston, whether they were staring at them clearly or looking at them without any trace.

There's no deliberate intimacy, the two just stand side by side, but there's an air between them that no one else can change, proving that their relationship is indeed as bizarre as everyone knows it to be.

Feng Zhannuo watched the changes in other people's expressions with great interest, "If there is nothing wrong, we will leave first, I still have some things to deal with."

Feston was right, it wasn't fun here.

Just after the words fell, several people said, "Wait!" Old Al-Qaeda stood up suddenly, and called his son in a deep voice, "Fiston, are you going to give up your inheritance rights for this killer? I must remind you that this The second time is permanent, you will inherit the Aedas Group, including all your shares, isn’t it? Now, I want you to tell me clearly.”

Feston had already arrived at the door, and he turned around suddenly, his eyes were like fire, "I gave up a long time ago, it belongs to you, not mine! My mother, your wife, after you have fought for this al-Qaeda group time and time again And when I ignore her, I don't think it's necessary at all!"