Love Killer

This scene is not unfamiliar at all. In the spacious kitchen, there are cold-colored curtains hanging from the windows on the other side. In the space between the dark red cabinet and the countertop, Fiston is preparing food there. When he started cooking, the aroma of the food would waft out without waiting long.

Before Feng Zhannuo realized it, he had already walked up and hugged Fieston from behind, "You know, I want to tell you now that you are very courageous when you grab me, and you have another charm in the kitchen .”

Whispering, his lips rubbed against Feston's neck, as every word and every word of his touched faintly, Feston really wanted to turn around and deepen the kiss he had let go before, But for the sake of their stomachs, he had no choice but to continue his movements, "So it's so easy to make you obedient, as long as you fill your stomach, I should have lured you with a big meal earlier if I knew it."

"Is it when you want to arrest me? Maybe it's feasible. The leader of the ST team will wear a suit and cook a big meal for me. When I get hooked and throw myself into the trap, I will definitely want to see what the scene is like when I hear the news. Like Tom and Jerry." Classic animated scene, except the protagonists are cat and mouse.

Seeing his serious expression, Feston couldn't help laughing, "I'm Tom?"

"You are much smarter than him." Patting his waist, Feng Zhannuo smoothly re-rolled the sleeves of his shirt that fell down, "Can you help me?" He felt that he could already smell the scent of noodles.

Of course, this is an illusion. The noodles have just been put into the pot and have not been scooped up yet. Feston handed him a tong, "Put it in a bowl when you see that it's almost done. I'll preheat the oven."

The spacious kitchen suddenly became a bit cramped after adding two tall grown men. After Feng Zhannuo took the clip, he turned around and almost bumped into Feston who was about to go in the other direction. His reflexes were developed, and the two The individual braked in time, he looked at the metal clip in his hand, and then at Feston in front of him, "Who would have thought of what we are doing now, you and me."

He spoke suddenly, full of emotion, and Feston understood his mood at the moment, "I never thought that this day would come, but now, do you want to continue the discussion or scoop up the noodles?"

"I feel like I'm going to faint from hunger." Needless to say, noodles are of course the choice. Besides guns, food is always Feng Zhannuo's first choice.The noodles in Mao Bo’s pork belly were almost ready, and there was a gurgling sound in the pot with the tumbling water vapor. When he picked up the noodles and put them in a bowl, Feston adjusted the sauce and prepared other ingredients Alright, light cream, bacon, sausage, minced meat, and some mushrooms. After the food is fully cooked, everything is ready.

The cheese is spread on the top layer, sent to the oven, and all that is left is to wait.

A piece of bread was suddenly stuffed into Feng Zhannuo's mouth, and he saw the French bread that had been sliced ​​in Fieston's hand, "Although it's not too fresh, it's better than nothing."

The bread was a bit hard, and he ate a piece himself. Feston didn't seem very satisfied. He picked other bread sticks and looked at the bread sticks in his hand, just like looking at a subordinate who didn't complete the task well.

Feng Zhannuo unexpectedly remembered the first time he met Fieston. At that time, he looked at him like a falcon found a mouse in his own territory. According to their current relationship, he suddenly thought of a question, Smelling the aroma from the oven, he put the question aside for a while.

"It's a bit hard, but it's still edible, and the taste is not bad." Staying at the edge of the counter, he chewed the bread in his mouth. Looking at the way he ate, anyone would think that the taste of the bread was very good.

"It seems that your requirements are not high." After eating one piece, he stuffed the other into Feng Zhannuo's mouth, "Everything is delicious when you're hungry."

"That's right." As long as you chew carefully, you can enjoy the wheat aroma of the bread itself. The killer's requirement for food is that it can fill your stomach, and of course it won't waste food. "It's a good thing you can eat it."

Feston took another bite of the bread in his hand, "Because I'm hungry." His gray eyes, which had taken off their tinted lenses, looked in the direction of the curtains, and the cold tone contrasted with the color of his eyes.

"You know my background, you also know that I have to be trained since I was a child, but do you know that I am the only one in the training process, no one will help you during the process, the training content includes fighting skills, marksmanship, how to kill people How to save oneself, survive in the wild, and all kinds of things that can make people live, the heirs of al-Qaeda must know."

"So you learned to cook very early?"

"It was very early, no more than ten years old." Talking about the past, Feston didn't show any nostalgia or resentment, he looked at the remaining time in the oven, "It's not really good at cooking, it's just some basic things, You can't let yourself starve to death."

So he can grill steak, know pasta, make simple bacon omelette, some basic things, if Feng Zhannuo was once surprised by this side of Feston, now he can fully understand.

Something completely different from the tough style that exudes Feston, it also makes him different from others, and makes him reveal the inadvertent tenderness when he shows his tough nature.

So he is attracted to him.

There are some similarities in them, I believe Feston has also noticed it.

"Ding—" the oven made a sound, and their noodles were ready.

The steaming noodles were picked apart by the fork, and the aroma of cream and cheese dissipated in an instant. Before they had time to share them on the plate, Fieston gave him a fork, and the two immediately rolled up the noodles and put them in their mouths. I was scalded and poured cold water.

"It tastes good, if my tongue still has a sense of taste." After taking a few deep breaths, there was a basin in front of Feng Zhannuo, which was placed on the table, and it was this table, where he also tasted steak.

"Maybe we can make sure first." With the shadow approaching suddenly, Feston tasted the sauce on his lips, and he also tasted the unmelted cream in Feston's mouth at the same time, and the numbness on his tongue gradually Enhancing, it's hard to tell if it's the burn from the food, or the kiss...

The fork dropped on the table, he left his seat, held Feston's face to deepen the kiss, surrounded by the aroma of food again, this time it was not steak, and there was no iron chain on his wrist, only the strong smell of butter, Spread continuously in the room where the air conditioner is running.

"I began to suspect that staying at home was not a wise decision." With a hoarse voice, Feston pulled him down suddenly.

"I think so too." He lowered his head to grab Feston's throat, sucking kisses down his Adam's apple, and kept his hands unbuttoning his shirt. When his palms were on his chest muscles, Feston pressed on his ass.

As if igniting the memory just now, Feng Zhannuo's hand suddenly squeezed the protrusion on Feston's chest, his body was pressed down heavily at the same time, the reaction of the two people intensified, they hit the dining table, Feston's fork Falling from the face, there was a crash.

They came to their senses. At the dining table, their faces were still steaming, and they looked at each other amusedly. Feng Zhannuo didn't expect that when he was so out of control, so did Fieston. Before meeting the killer in front of him, he It never took such a great deal of self-control to restrain myself.

"Let's have dinner first, I don't want you to collapse due to exhaustion." Returning to his seat, he handed the fork to Fieston, Feng Zhannuo looked at him with a half-smile, and the answer he got was a raised eyebrow, "Yes Don't try how long my physical strength can last?"

After coughing a few times, he rolled up a mouthful of noodles, "Aren't you hungry, I'm going crazy hungry."

"You're changing the subject." Feston watched him munching on pasta and handed him a glass of water.

"Is there?" He smiled, leaned out and approached the other side of the dining table, "Even if it is, what can you do?" He whispered, with hidden cunning, he smiled lightly, and put another mouthful of noodles into his mouth .

"Not so good." Wiping the cream off his lips with his fingers, Feston tasted the taste of his fingertips, "Anyway, don't try to escape from my hand." His gray eyes stared at him, as if there was no one around. anything, only him.

Feston said this sentence more than once, the situation before was different from now, Feng Zhannuo's eyes turned, "You also remember, you are my prey."

Feston looked at him and smiled.

This time, they stopped teasing each other, and a large bowl of pasta was quickly disposed of, so from this day on, Feng Zhannuo and Fieston started their different kind of cohabitation life. The reason why they say different kind of life is because of the reason for their cohabitation. Different from others.

The killer who came for Feston hasn't appeared yet. Why did someone kill him? Is it because he investigated some cases that shouldn't be investigated, or is there another reason?They had discussed it, in fact, that night.

"I'm sure it's not Hecate. Stephanie doesn't need to tell me if she wants you to die, and she has no reason to do so." Feng Zhannuo was washing the dishes in the sink. Looking at his actions, it may be difficult for others to imagine a killer alone Now Feston can imagine how he would wash the dishes and cook by himself.

It should have been a somewhat lonely image, but I definitely don’t think so, and now he’s not alone, Feston is behind him, “So you know her well?”

"Know who? Stephanie?" He put down the washed dishes and replied casually, "Of course I know, including every part of her body—"

Realizing that he had said something that shouldn't be said, Feng Zhannuo stopped quickly, and Fieston took over the tableware in his hand, dried it with a dry rag, and put it in the disinfection cabinet, "Why don't you continue talking?"

In the raised eyes, the piece of cold gray was extremely clear. Although Feston asked this question, of course he would not just answer it, because Stephanie had a relationship with him before, and such words must never be said. of.