dream eater

"Hello, lady..."

The person being called turned around, the curly hair on the back flung out golden waves, and the brown sunglasses on the bridge of the nose were lowered a little, and the tails of the upturned eyes followed the brows in a charming arc, signaling the waiter to speak.

The waiter who wanted to remind the other party to "no smoking" in the front desk area was speechless after the finger painted with red nail polish maintained the smoking gesture and took out the lollipop in his mouth.

With a pair of dark blue eyes and a clear face, the beauty crushed the candy well with her teeth. The waiter took the candy stick with the lipstick mark voluntarily and consciously with her hands in her hands.

Jiang Heran, who took out the makeup mirror to touch up his makeup, saw the person behind him in the reflection of the mirror, so he called out eagerly in a sweet voice, "Honey, this way."

The man dragging the suitcase nodded to the greeter with the opposite indifference, checked in at the front desk of the hotel, and then stood still in front of the tall beauty in stiletto heels who muttered "sore feet".

Fan Tianping looked at the other party, his attitude was as calm as dead water, but he stretched out his arms to the other party without losing his grace.

Jiang Heran held Fan Tian's arm, clinging intimately to the man's side, like a pair of sweet lovers in the eyes of others.

While the beauty with a fluttering skirt was whispering to her lover beside her, she suddenly looked back at a middle-aged man smoking a cigar who had had frequent eye contact with him in the lobby lounge area, and blinked secretly.

The middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes gave him a savage smile.

When the two returned to the hotel room, the sweet smile on Jiang Heran's face gradually became expressionless as the door closed behind him, and he kicked off his high heels twice.

"The shoes you bought don't fit well."

These shoes were purchased by the two when they went shopping together. Jiang Heran, who was pretending to be a virtuous wife, gladly accepted the gift of love from her "husband".

A tall man squatted beside his legs and put the hotel slippers at Jiang Heran's feet.

"I'm sorry, leader. You stayed on these shoes for three seconds. I thought you would like them."

"I was just thinking at the time, what kind of person with poor taste would buy and wear this style of shoes on their feet." Jiang Heran didn't take off the stuffy wig on his head, the black-haired and dark-eyed leader, He maintained his disguise without any omissions in order to deal with any emergencies.

Jiang Heran touched the top of Fan Tian's head twice. His red nails were entangled with his black hair, and he said coldly to the man who was only two years younger than him, "Fan Tian, ​​you should call me Dad."

The low-ranking man hid his emotions in his green pupils, which were obscured by the drooping eyelashes, but his tone was submissive, "Okay, father."

Jiang Heran is Fan Tian's "stepfather", to be precise, this young leader is the "stepmother" of the man kneeling at his feet.

Three years ago, the leader of the new force who had already shared the profits at the black table looked like the late wife of the schemer who occupied the main table. The ambitious leader exchanged his rights and interests. Dressed in white gauze from one end of the red carpet, walking towards the old schemer.

The schemer who has been doing evil all his life has not received any evil reward until his death. At this moment, he was knocked down by the assassins who mixed in with the guests. The moment his heart stopped beating, there was a smile on his lips.

The leader with a huge appetite sat on the leader of the schemer who was not easy to digest through bloodshed and sacrifice, and the adopted son of the schemer was also not easy to digest.

The scheming man has no flesh and blood, so he adopts the hungry wolves wandering in the wild one by one in the back pen, catches the hungry wolves driven by him, who can't eat meat, and preys on their own kind in the animal pen.Fan Tian is the last "Gu King" bred in the fighting competition.

He is also the successor originally appointed by the schemer.

Jiang Heran's four lieutenants persuaded his leader to break the spine of this untamed "beast" to prevent future troubles.

Three years had passed, and the man who knelt at his feet with his back straight back then, now bent down beside him and let him touch his head docilely.

At least on the surface, he didn't show unwillingness. As for the heart—who hasn't got something on his mind?

Jiang Heran pulled Fan Tian's hair, forcing him to look up at the man's chiseled face.The other party's green eyes without warmth made Jiang Heran, who loves to collect treasures, want to dig out these gem-like eyes and treasure them forever.

Jiang Heran likes Fan Tian, ​​who is docile on the surface—Jiang Heran likes Fan Tian.

The beautiful woman in women's clothing opened her skirt without avoiding others, and the lipstick on her mouth left hickey marks with lip lines on the skirt between her teeth.The stockings wrapped around her slender legs were slightly scratched by the gun holster on her thighs.

He tore off the torn stockings, and a pair of legs that were whiter than the flesh-colored stockings made the scenery under the skirt even more unstoppable.

The other person in the room consciously evaded when Jiang impressively lifted his skirt, and checked the safety of the residence.

Jiang Heran opened the bag full of firearms, threw the pistol and holster strapped to his leg back into the bag, casually selected a dagger from it, and put it in the chest supported by the fake chest.

Later, when he wants to have intimate contact with people, when the seduced person touches his thigh, he will put his hand into his chest openly and bury the knife in the other person's chest.

"Honey, I'm going to hunt for beauty." Jiang impressively spoke sweet words with a silent expression, holding his voice.

"Come back earlier." Fan Tian also used the tone corresponding to "Dear", with a warm tone.

After the door was closed, Fan Tian picked up the pistol that Jiang Heran had thrown in the suitcase. There was still a faint warmth on the butt of the gun that was close to the person's skin.

The man installed a silencer on the muzzle of the gun, pulled back the safety catch of the gun that might go off at any time, pinned it on the back waist, and went to "see" his target.

His target person was supposed to go to the underworld to report on the night of the third watch, not to mention the hidden time without leaving any traces. However, the leader had already left, and the "running dog" had to act in advance. "Come back earlier" was what Fan Tian said to himself—— When the "master" returns, the "dog" has to wait at the door to greet him.

Jiang Heran, who was dressed as a woman, was not accompanied by Fan Tian, ​​and his not-so-slender figure was still somewhat unnatural and eye-catching.Fortunately, he is very good at selling softly.The time card was just right, and the cigar that the middle-aged man who had looked at him before had just burned out.So after he had to go downstairs slowly, the barefooted, red-eyed beauty who sat weeping in the lobby rest area got the mercy of this well-dressed gentleman.

Jiang Heran, who is good at gliding "fish", didn't close the shot immediately, but just glanced at the other party unspeakably, lonely alone.

Fan Tian walked out of the elevator at this moment, turning a blind eye to his "female companion" who was chasing after him, and left the hotel.

The middle-aged man is brought into the plot that the other party wants to misunderstand with the beauty's reluctant gaze, and the pity for the lower body thinking is more real.

Really dying.

Jiang Heran has no enmity with this businessman. The businessman who made black money is becoming more and more domineering, and is not tolerated by the local government. Because of the many official handles in the hands of the "confession" all the year round, it is inconvenient for the righteous to take action, like a tainted witness An equally useful underground organization is willing to take this order.

Jiang Heran can now follow the other party's words and take him to the hotel room to complete his harvest.But he didn't have that plan - he didn't mind being in the same room with a corpse soaked in blood, but after all, tonight was the night of the couple in the "sweet love period", and a third person could not be disturbed.

The beauty who was "afraid" to be discovered by her own men for stealing sex, was taken to a remote residence by merchants as she wished.

Halfway through the drive, Jiang, who was sitting in the co-pilot, stared at the driver's hand, and suddenly changed his focus.

He stopped breathing for half a minute, a sign of impatience.

"My husband can't satisfy me, can you satisfy me?" The beauty who had been chatting and laughing with him in a reserved way leaned closer to the driver's seat, humming like a pussy cat: "Drive faster, please? I want it as soon as possible." To go home with you, to be close to you—"

The scenery outside the window reversed rapidly because of his words, Jiang suddenly moved closer, and Death raised his scythe high.

The hand painted with red nail polish pushed the other party's seat belt away. Jiang adjusted his sitting posture. When the other party heard the alarm sound of the unbuckled seat belt and looked down, he grabbed the steering wheel. Under his control, the car lost control. The car slammed into a power pole on the side of the road.

He has a hundred ways to kill the opponent, but he chooses to be "buried" with the opponent in extreme ways.

Killing people pays for their lives, and Jiang impressively lives by luck.

After a while, Jiang, who had recovered from the dizziness, pulled the dead man's hand, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and rubbed against his slightly concussed eyebrows before his eyes were cold, his eyes were colder than the corpse's dryness of blood.

These hands look too much like Fan Tian's.