Love Killer

Unpacking the steak bag, Feston let it defrost. His actions of cooking the ingredients were simple and orderly, and he cut a cross on it. From this, it can be judged that besides holding a gun, he must also be good with a knife.

"Do you often cook?" Feng Zhannuo looked over the sofa, "Is it necessary for the heir of the Al-Qaeda family to do it himself?"

"At least in the wild, I don't worry about the source of the food." Taking out the butter, Feston raised his gaze from the cooking table, "I believe you should also be able to cook easily."

Feng Zhannuo met his meaningful eyes, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "One of the necessary survival skills."

What they are talking about here is not the kitchen skills at home, but the skills that must be possessed to maintain their physical strength in the wild or in more dangerous areas. This is learned from experience and lessons. A professional killer must be able to deal with any The environment, so you must learn all the skills you can learn. When you can save your life, that's not sure.

None of these Feng Zhannuo said anything, but Feston obviously knew about it very well. He continued to be busy in the kitchen, and the quiet atmosphere slowly surrounded them. Apart from the noise from the kitchen, there was only the sound of the wind.

The magazine on the coffee table flipped through a few pages in the wind, all of which was peaceful and weird, as if there was an extremely ambiguous barrier between them, no one said anything about that deadly thing, but they You can feel it, it's taut, dangerous, and terribly attractive...

"Do you want help?" Feng Zhannuo walked into the kitchen. Fieston was about to chop vegetables, stopped the knife and looked at his chest. Under the light, the scars on his bare chest were extremely clear.

"Do you need me to put on my shirt?" He lowered his head following his gaze, but Fieston gave a negative answer, "This is very good, and it reminds me again...you really need to have a good meal Dinner."

The voice was very gentle, completely different from the toughness when he gave the order. Feng Zhannuo didn't expect him to say such a sentence. Just as he was about to answer, Feston patted him on the chest, then handed him the knife, and then With a warning, "Chop vegetables well, don't spoil our meal."

Holding the knife, he touched the handle carefully, with a playful expression on his face. Feston was always observing him, "What's wrong?"

Of course, he is not unfamiliar with the touch of the handle of the knife. Whether it is a knife for killing people or a knife for cutting vegetables, there is no difference. "It's nothing, I just think it's ridiculous."

He was actually cooking dinner with Feston Kaida in the kitchen. Laughter overflowed from the mouth of the ghost, from chuckling to laughing loudly. Feng Zhannuo waved the knife in his hand and cut the vegetables into equal sizes neatly. As fast and effective as he was when he killed.

The chain on his wrist didn't affect him in any way, the metal chain didn't even touch anything else, making no sound, as if it had become a part of him, the blade was like a toy in his hand, he could play with it at will, this It was Feston's turn to watch from the side.

The butter gradually melted like butter in the pan on the other side of them, and the raw beef melted into blood. He threw the steak into the pan at the right time, and Feng Zhannuo turned off the fire of the sauce. When the two of them turned around, they almost Hit, relative footsteps slowly stopped.

"You know...you can't lock me here forever." He grabbed Feston's collar, the two approached, his arm was twisted back, Feston's eyes met his, "Close Close it for as long as you have it."

"Is it your purpose to imprison a killer?" The expression in the blue eyes was difficult to distinguish.

"As I said, you forced me to do this. You killed someone and were wanted by the whole country. Instead of being caught by others, I would do it first, so that you can only fall into my hands." Only in this way can he keep he.

"You can't tolerate the possibility of me being caught by other people, you think I'm your prey..." This sentence was understood by Feng Zhannuo, with the coldness of a murderer in his smile.

"Don't pretend you don't understand me!" Arms tightened suddenly, and the two confronting faces were close at hand, "You have done everything you want to do, you are a top professional killer, no one can stop you, but Don't test my patience, and don't forget who I am—"

What a dangerous tone, but Feng Zhannuo did not stop, but added fuel to the fire, "How could I forget who you are, you are Feston Kaida, the leader of the ST group, but you are being attacked by your The subordinates suspect your way of handling the case, you hired a killer to clear the way for your lover, even if your purpose is to arrest the killer, it is not in line..."

"You did it on purpose." Felston said suddenly, interrupting his sharp rhetoric, "You deliberately provoked me."

With a flash in his eyes, he escaped from his control, Feng Zhannuo leaned against the edge of the cooking table, and smiled calmly, "Really, why should I provoke you?"

"Maybe you wanted to run away, maybe you just wanted to screw up the dinner, maybe...you just didn't want to admit the fact that you killed Adam because he was your target, but he fell in love with you, Feelings are a burden to you, you kill him, let it end at the right time, in order not to be affected by it."

Feng Zhannuo's expression changed, Feston knew he was right, the aroma of food surrounded him, making the atmosphere of this conversation not too tense.

"Assassins can't express their emotions, so the first thing I learned was restraint." That's right, he was the one who broke the balance between Feiston and him first, and he did it on purpose, but this trick actually hurt Fei Ston was useless, Feng Zhannuo scratched his hair angrily, then smiled.

"I really want to know, how far do you have to go before you start to hate me? Shall I kill Will?" In the overly warm smile, killing intent flashed, "What exactly do I have to do before you let go? ?”

"Unfortunately, what you did will only make me more interested in you. You are a ghost after all." Even if nothing happened, Feston would not let the person in front of him go, "You will not kill Will , because you are Feng Zhannuo."

The way Feston looked at him seemed to see through him, and the corners of Feng Zhannuo's smiling mouth froze.

"Besides, you've told me so much, we've been through so much together, it's hard for me to see you as a simple killer, we may be of the same kind, but it's not easy to find one." One side of the steak has been fried Yes, Feston turned them over, and there was a sizzling sound in the pot.

Under Feston's calm and composed surface, he also has a lot of helplessness. If Feng Zhannuo is not a killer, the problem will be solved much easier, but it seems that because of this contradiction, their relationship has become full of suspense, and it is also very confusing. Looking forward to the ending.

Finally, in the delicate atmosphere, the steak was ready, the vegetables were topped with sauce, the red wine was opened, and everything was like that night, but the atmosphere was more indescribable than last time. Except for the last, I have done everything that lovers would do, but their relationship is still unclear.

enemy?Not exactly.lover?There is no complete trust between them.Lover... not yet.

But in any case, Feston must be a good lover. He put the plate on the dining table, set the tableware, and asked him to sit down. Feng Zhannuo was holding a red wine glass, which reflected Feston's figure sitting opposite.

He didn't get angry for everything he did, he actually hid him at home, this kind of surprise and shock has not receded from Feng Zhannuo's mind until now, until he cut the steak, the delicious taste of beef was on the tip of his tongue When it melts away, everything becomes real.

The killer has never lived a so-called home life. Sitting at the table like this, enjoying a simple and sumptuous dinner at home, this kind of scene seems to have never happened before. The killer's heart, which has been tempered, has finally softened.

The steak was sprinkled with just the right amount of black pepper and salt, and the texture and texture of the meat melted in the mouth, maintaining the best taste of the original taste. After drinking the red wine, Feng Zhannuo exhaled lightly, and that expression appeared again. There were no words to describe his pure face. He looked very satisfied. Feston took all his subtle expressions into his eyes and smiled a little.

"How does it taste?" Felston asked him with his head down when he left his seat to refill the two glasses.

"Very good," he raised his glass, and the transparent red wine swirled, "it's actually very good."

Bare upper body, primitive masculine beauty, he is slowly chewing beef, leaning against the back of the chair, maybe only he can eat steak and drink red wine in this posture, so casual in this almost peaceful and romantic atmosphere , but it doesn't make people feel abrupt at all, it seems that everything should be like this.

Feston complied with his heart's wish, and passed his fingers through his short hair from the ear to his scalp, pressing on his scalp.

A comfortable trembling sensation went down from the scalp, Feston's hand reached his neck, Feng Zhannuo raised his head, couldn't help moaning and whispering, "God, if I have this kind of enjoyment every day, I think I will be reluctant to leave of……"

"I hope so." The fact is not that simple, but Feston didn't expose it, rubbed his hair, let him go back to his seat, Feng Zhannuo sighed, "In order to dispel my thoughts, you It really does use any means.”

"As long as it's useful, I know you like it." It's not easy to soften the attitude of a killer, Fieston will be very patient when necessary, Feng Zhannuo understands this, a smile appears on his handsome face, and Raise your glass, "Now it's time to toast your success."

"success?"

"I'll stay here until the whole thing is over. You said you were the person in charge of the case, right?" Blinking, the cunning of a carnivorous animal flashed across the ghost's eyes. He is a smart man, of course he knows what to choose, Feston raised his glass to him not unexpectedly, and smiled, "You made the right decision."