Love Killer

The exposed chest is infinitely tempting under the light and shadow, and the bandage wrapped around Feng Zhannuo's arm seems to be a charming embellishment, especially the eyes immersed in desire, the cold blue turned into a ball of fire, eager to be with Feston Burn together.

Feston could have knocked him away, but the knees that were attached to his lower abdomen began to rub against him, Feng Zhannuo squinted his eyes, his muscles tensed, but Feston's palms went around behind him and stretched into his loose sleeping bag. pants.

Feng Zhannuo's eyes darkened, and he pressed Feston, "Don't even think about it, it's my turn this time."

Seeing the eagerness in his eyes and the glaring bandage in front of him, Feston let go of his hand and expressed a compromise with actions, which was exactly what Feng Zhannuo needed. He glanced at the injury on his right hand, and a smile spread to his eyes , was also seen by Feston, "cunning."

"Do I have it?" She smiled innocently, not concealing that she was doing it on purpose, which forced Fieston to give in, and Feng Zhannuo was quite satisfied with his results.

He began to enjoy the delicious meal in front of him slowly, Feston relaxed his body and let him do whatever he wanted, but the phone rang inappropriately.

"Damn it!" Raising his head from Feston's chest, Feng Zhannuo now has the desire to kill, cursed with red eyes, buried his head in Feston's neck again, sucking carefully, and warned in a hoarse voice Feston, "Leave it alone."

"Don't worry, I can't run away." Patting Feng Zhannuo on the back of the head, Feston reached out to pick up the phone, "Jonathan? What's the matter?"

The voice of indulging in desire can be heard by any man. Thinking of the scene on the other end of the phone, Jonathan cleared his throat in embarrassment, "Sorry to bother you, boss, I just wanted to tell you that the scene has been dealt with. ..."

"Just this matter? You can handle it yourself, don't need to call me." Fieston was about to hang up the phone, but Jonathan yelled, "Wait! Don't hang up—"

"What else?!" This time it was the ghost killer's voice, lukewarm, magnetic voice very pleasant, but for some reason Jonathan couldn't help shivering.

"Listen to me first, it's like this..." He hadn't finished get off work yet, and the phone was tucked between his shoulders. It was already dark. Looking around, he walked to the corner of the office with his voice pressed down.

"I don't know if it's related to you, but I think it's better to talk to the boss. During the recording process, there were a few people who were very suspicious. They weren't there at the beginning, but they suddenly appeared later. They were secretly inquiring. For things in the museum, I pay great attention to details, especially you, I don’t think those people are like reporters, but they don’t look like our colleagues either.”

Not a reporter, not a policeman, who else will pay attention to this case?Feng Zhannuo and Fieston looked at each other.

This is the third day after the assassination in the museum. Feston asked Jonathan to lead a team to continue to protect Greg. There is a saying that Feng Zhannuo was right. Before leaving the FBI, Feston did It was intentional for Jonathan to accept his seat and be in charge of running the group.

Although Jonathan was unwilling, but Feston was his superior, he could only do what he said. While monitoring and protecting Greg, he remembered what went wrong a few days ago and thought it was necessary to let Feston be careful.

"Also, the news that the boss may leave the FBI has already spread. Director Folkoff has a very bad face. You have to be careful, Ian, you and the boss are both." This is the last thing they can do for them. Yes, Jonathan said it very solemnly.

"I see, thank you Jonathan." After getting acquainted with Feston, it seemed that he had gained a few more friends before he knew it. After hanging up, Feng Zhannuo looked at the phone in his hand.

"Continue?" Feston took it away, his half-naked body with obvious undulations of texture, like a bronze statue, his eyes were deep, and Feng Zhannuo's just subsided lust was burning, "What do you think?"

He suddenly pushed him down on the floor again, how could he stop, he had already reached this point.

He kept stroking Feiston's chest and lingering on his abdominal muscles, and when he heard the heavy panting, he went down even harder, "Feiston..."

Lips touched, whispering his name in a hot and deep kiss, Feng Zhannuo's voice became indistinct, the ending sound disappeared between Feston's teeth, Feston lowered his head, as if about to catch fire Lips pressed against his, both of them were short of breath, as if they were extremely dry, they opened their mouths to absorb everything from each other.

At this time, words are meaningless, actions are everything. After taking off their clothes, the two naked bodies are entangled and embraced on the floor.

Wet skin touched each other, moans and low cries of pleasure dissipated in the air, lips fell along the shoulders, he kissed Felston's sweaty back, the man caught in lust lost his reason, breathed rapidly, and grabbed him Arms wrapped around from behind, kissing the back of his hand, sucking kisses into his lips together with the fingers that lost their fingerprints.

"Zhan Nuo, Zhan Nuo..." It is a name that is only called out when we are alone. Whenever Feston calls him Feng Zhan Nuo, he feels special. He lowers his head and groans, pressing his sweaty forehead against Fei There was a burst of biting on the back of Fieston's neck, and the arms that were pressing on Fieston suddenly tightened.

Eyes lit up by lust, lips burned by flames, a passionate exercise was still going on in the gradually darkened living room, the arm injury obviously did not affect Feng Zhannuo's performance, until both of them were exhausted, Just got off Feston.

Lying on the floor, the breathing of the two people was amplified, and there seemed to be a sensuality in the air, and they didn't bother to get up for a while, so neither of them moved, lying side by side, looking at the ceiling together.

"Are you tired?" Touching Fieston's side face, Feng Zhannuo gradually adjusted his breathing.

"Why, do you want to come again?" The male voice that answered him hadn't recovered its original pitch just like him, it was low and hoarse, "I'll accompany you." Feston grabbed his hand, put his fingertips on his lips and kissed .

"I really want to, too, but unfortunately, judging from Jonathan's words, we should still maintain our physical strength." It's not so much a rational choice as it is that the next role will be reversed. Some people don't want to be "revenge" back so soon .

Just now he did not use less tricks, glanced at the smile on the corner of Feng Zhannuo's mouth, and Fieston also raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, the meaning behind it was self-evident.

"What I'm talking about is the truth." This reason is open and aboveboard, but it's not entirely a lie. Feng Zhannuo spread his hands, and Feston stood up, "Then get up, I think you're hungry too."

They all discovered that it takes a lot of energy after making out, and they will be very hungry, so Feston always prepares a lot of things at home in Chicago, and one of the reasons is to let Feng Zhannuo take good care of his body.

This independent apartment in Washington was bought by Feston before, and he lived in it not long ago. This time, he knew that he would come and prepared a lot of food, but it was all resolved in the past few days. Now there are no choices in the refrigerator. A lot, and finally Feston is going to go out and do some shopping.

"You wait for me here, don't go anywhere, I will see you when I come back, do you hear me?" He bowed his head and gave him a kiss. After taking a shower, Feston got dressed and was about to go out to a nearby supermarket.

"Even the right to go to the bathroom will be deprived? Do you want to draw out your gun and warn me again, what will happen if I leave?" Feng Zhannuo scratched his messy hair in a funny way. A lot of sundries were overturned on the ground. This was the masterpiece of him and Feston. It seemed that what he had to do after taking a shower was to clean up the "battlefield".

"You can go to the bathroom. You can go anywhere in this house, but you can't go out. I'll be back soon." Feston warned in a pretentious manner, speaking in a tone similar to that of a kidnapper.

Feng Zhannuo was seduced by his gentle tone and dangerous eyes. Although Feston always said this sentence to him, he also has a good understanding of this word now, "Go away, but remember to come back quickly .”

Crack, he slapped Fieston on the buttocks, "Before I starve to death."

"How could I let you starve to death." After kissing his cheek, Feston pointed to the refrigerator before going out, "There is still milk and bread in it, if you are really hungry, eat first, I will buy something else."

With a gesture of asking no questions, Feng Zhannuo went into the bathroom and took a shower first. His appetite seemed to be spoiled by Feston. In the past, any food could satisfy his needs. As long as he was full, the taste was not bad. Even if it meets his standards.

But now, thinking about it carefully, he seems to have made dinner with Feston at his home in Chicago more than once. It turns out that studying recipes is as interesting as studying various firearms.

Of course, the fun is different. From the beginning, the two of them only made simple ingredients, and then learned to cook more complicated dishes in a hurry. If you tell them, no one will believe it. Ghost Killer can also stew tuna with a slow fire.

Similarly, if someone sees Feston Kaida, known as Caesar in the FBI, holding the sauce in his hand and appraising the heat of the piece of tuna in the pot with a serious face, it will also be incredible.

Just as Feng Zhannuo finished cleaning up the horrific situation in the living room and was drinking milk, Feston arrived at the supermarket. He thought about what he needed and bought it soon. He never forgot that there were still people waiting to have dinner with him at home. dinner.

Putting the back paper bag full of food into the car, he was about to close the door when he saw a figure flashing past in the rearview mirror. Someone was watching, and a sneer emerged from the eagle's eyes, but from Feston's No marks could be seen on his face, the car door was still closed, and he drove back.