Love Killer

Live every day if you can be happy, don't face what you don't have to face, he is helping him escape.

Seeing the contradictory and complicated emotions in Gran's eyes, Feston made a gesture to let him go out without expression. He didn't want their conversation to be overheard by another person outside.

"Then tell me, what's going on with him, and what is the exact diagnosis?" Whether it was curiosity or concern, Gran wanted to know what kind of truth Feston was hiding.

"The result..." Fieston looked in an unknown direction, "So what if you know the result, no one can replace him, and it's useless to say it."

He tried the water temperature and turned off the faucet. From his words and deeds, he couldn't tell his mood at the moment. His tall back showed indifference. If he hadn't listened to what he said, I am afraid many people would think that this is a cold and unreasonable person. man.

Gran couldn't help thinking this way, and then tactfully withdrew before Feston got impatient.

After closing the door, he just turned around when he was startled by a pair of blue eyes. Feng Zhannuo was right behind him. He arrived at the door of the bathroom at some point, waiting on the back of the sofa, lazily crossing his arms, raising his chin, looked at him.

Gran smiled nonchalantly, "I wanted to go in and take a deep bath, but I didn't expect your Mr. Police Officer to be here."

"Mr. Police Officer?" Feng Zhannuo smiled and narrowed his eyes, but his eyes were cold. Gran is no stranger to this kind of look, "You may not have noticed, but you rarely joke in this tone. Why, Feel guilty?"

He heard it!Mao Bo's drunken face was covered with a faint blue halo under the night light, with a hint of melancholy, he sighed, "You heard me, then you'd better not let the people inside know I told you, you can settle your own affairs."

"Actually, you didn't say anything." It was hard to determine what kind of emotion it was, Feng Zhannuo's posture didn't change, he was still so lazy, he just put away his smile, walked back to the sofa and lay back slowly and leisurely .

"...It is said that the situation is not too bad." Saying nothing will help the matter. After Gran finds the right words, Feng Zhannuo waved his hand and chuckled, "Needless to say, I actually knew it earlier."

"I knew it earlier?" Gran didn't understand, and was also a little surprised.

He casually took out a gun from the gap between the sofa and the cushion, and fiddled with it casually, "The body is mine. Thinking about our previous training, we have long been familiar with every part of the body, such as spinal nerve damage. , although I haven't met it before, but if I do, will I not know?"

He looked at Grann mockingly, "It's just bad luck that I ran into him now."

"People from the CIA, the shot is really wolfish." He unloaded the bullet and counted in his palm, with a smile that was not a smile, and he could hear some admiration from his words. Gran frowned disapprovingly, "You are still the same, nothing has changed."

"Do you want me to cry? Or depressed?" Feng Zhannuo had a very cooperative expression, "What do you think of me, tell me, and I can satisfy you."

"It's not me, it's you." Gran looked down at the gun in his hand, "When did you know, why didn't you answer one by one?"

"Didn't you tell him?" Feng Zhannuo lowered his gaze as his fingers rubbed against the gun grip, "This injury still doesn't feel right after holding it for a month. It affects my speed of movement. Of course I don't feel it. The biggest possibility is my spine The pushing nerve was damaged, the cut was really big, I just wasn't sure, until Feston played me this trick."

The cold metallic luster was reflected on his face, he touched the gun like loving and caressing a woman, slowly and carefully, "He doesn't want to make me sad, he wants to hide it from me, so let him do it, As long as it makes him feel better."

Gran was startled, and saw a sad expression on his face, which was almost like an illusion, maybe it was an illusion, because it was quickly covered up by a chic smile, "Meeting someone like me is not a bad idea." He pours the banquet."

He chuckled lightly and briskly. He didn't know what kind of emotion could make him laugh at this moment, making a person like him willing to pretend to be ignorant of his situation.

He used to be that man called a ghost, who came and went like a gust of wind.

Gran passed by him, and he couldn't stay any longer, "It's really unaccustomed to see you like this, hurry up and find a way, or you will be like me one day sooner or later, but wait until you fall into the mud. Don't expect me to pull you up."

"It's a shame you're still an old friend, how ruthless." Feng Zhannuo squinted at him, and Gran spread his hands, "If you fall down one day, even if I want to repay it, I'm afraid it won't be my turn."

Someone must be ahead of him. Gran's gaze turned to the rear right, and Feng Zhannuo followed him. The bathroom door was open, and Feston stood there, with a gloomy expression indicating that he heard their conversation.

"Talk slowly." Gran returned to his room with interest, and Neil Fei was also standing at the door barefoot, and was pulled back by him.

"You already knew?" Feston walked towards him sullenly, Feng Zhannuo leaned on the armrest of the sofa, scratched his messy hair, raised a peachy eyebrow, "What did you say, didn't you hear everything?" .”

His short hair is wet, the original color has grown back, the black part that was dyed has been trimmed, and the brown part left is very short, messy and messy, the short hair attached to the front of the forehead is wet, just done After an exercise, he is very relaxed now, and his attitude seems to be somewhat provocative.

The ghost that Feston has known for a long time is like this, "Put your expression away, this is not a trivial matter."

Frowning, Feston pulled him up from the sofa, "You're always so nonchalant, even if it happens to you, it's not okay!"

He grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up, "Look at me!"

Feston's expression was serious and his tone was deep, "You guessed it right, it's the damage to the spinal cord, but this is not a incurable disease, you will recover, it just takes time, it's not as serious as you think... ..."

"It's not serious, so you don't want to tell me?" Seeing Feiston's instantly stiff face, Feng Zhannuo grabbed the collar of his shirt, looked at each other, sparks sparkled from the rubbing of eyes, "Forget it, this is my own." thing."

"You say it again?!" Feston seemed irritated by his words, "I tell you, this is also my business!"

Feston's lips were cold and pressed against the corner of his mouth, Feng Zhannuo was bitten by him, he bit his tongue, wolf wolf's, almost tasted blood, "Your business is my business , don’t make the distinction so clearly, I hope you are safe, instead of pretending to be chic with your injuries, and pretending that nothing matters.”

He hated his habit, "I'm here for a reason, because of you, you guys need me, you'll find out one day, you can't do without me."

"I can't do it without you, I have already discovered..." The flame that was extinguished just now was ignited again, Feng Zhannuo was stimulated by the rust smell in his mouth, and grabbed the lips that Fieston moved away.

He can't do without him.

It was unacceptable psychologically, and it was also unacceptable physically. The leather sofa that was wetted by the brought out water vapor sank under the weight of two people, and the gun in Feng Zhannuo's hand had long been thrown aside.

His hands kept stroking Feston's sensitive zone, another wave of climax was aroused, Feston pressed his wrist back and pressed him on the sofa.

His chest hit the cushion, "No mistake? This time it's you..." The killer, who was still in high spirits just now, realized that the situation was not good for him, and immediately tried to change the situation. Feston's lower abdomen was pressed against his lower back, "I just let the You realize that if your situation does not improve for a day, you have to accept the reality."

The reality is that even if his skill is comparable to that of Fieston, as soon as he stretches his spinal nerves, his feet will feel like cramps, like numbness, and like being burned by fire. He must be at a disadvantage.

Aiming at his weakness, Feston cut his hands back and made him kneel on the sofa, raised his waist, Feng Zhannuo raised his legs and kicked backwards, panting and laughing, "Come on, be careful, I'll sue you" ,Know…"

The leg that could not be exerted excessively was quickly restrained by Feston, "Say whatever you want."

Feston pressed against his face, and the tip of his tongue brushed behind his ear, "If you are not willing, you can receive treatment as soon as possible, and get well sooner, and then you can do whatever you want to me."

Is this a temptation, a temptation, or a warning?Warn him he has to get better?In the following time, Feng Zhannuo had no time to think about this issue at all, and Feston used a very special method to make him recognize the reality.

He seems to either not say it, and since he wants to say it, he intends to let him understand it thoroughly. The hateful thing is that this method works surprisingly well. Feng Zhannuo now fully understands the feeling of suffering.

After he was eaten for the second time, Feston straightened his messy clothes and stood up from the sofa. The eyes that looked down at him seemed to say that if he dared to give up on himself, he could only look up at him for the rest of his life. Standing up from him, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

Feston was very charming when he smiled, his indifference and rigidity were all softened, "The treatment starts tomorrow, if you dare to give up halfway..."

"Don't say it so early." Feng Zhannuo pounced on him, strangled his neck, and the two of them rolled onto the carpet together, laughing dangerously, "Try it and you'll know, will I give up halfway?" .”

He would not give up on anything, including subduing Fiston, playing against the floor until they were exhausted and the deep water was cold.