Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Looking at the man's indifferent mood, Lan Qian lowered her eyes slightly.

It’s only the first day, no rush.

"You should also go to bed early. Good night."

She said good night softly and walked towards the guest room.

In the living room, the man seemed to be stunned for a moment by the word "good night", but it was only a moment. Soon, his brown eyes returned to their calm state. He walked to the sofa with his long legs and sat down again.

The slender fingers fell on the keys of the laptop computer, and all ten fingers tapped quickly in coordination. After a long while, the tapping sound stopped.

He slowly closed the computer.

He returned to the bedroom, changed into his clothes for going out, opened the bedroom door, and when his calm eyes saw the closed guest room next to him, they paused for a moment and then left.

……

Dark hotel corridor.

The tall man walked slowly and leisurely to the door of a room. The two people guarding the door saw him approaching and shouted, "What are you doing? Get out of here!"

The man raised his eyes slightly.

I don't know what he did.

In a moment, the two big men guarding the gate fell to the ground almost at the same time, their eyes wide open with disbelief. There was not a single scar on their bodies, only a bloody cut on their necks.

Mo Chen raised his eyes calmly.

The black-gloved hand slowly put away the dagger.

Then, gently turn the door handle.

The door was opened without making any sound. He walked into the house calmly and turned on the light.

A fat, big-eared middle-aged man was sleeping on the big bed in the room. Perhaps the sudden light woke him up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was facing the black muzzle of a gun.

Fear instantly appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"You...who are you?"

"Speak well if you have something to say."

Seeing the man in front of him with no emotion and cold eyes from beginning to end, the middle-aged man suddenly remembered something in his mind, and the fear in his eyes deepened: "You...you are...the killer K?"

The number one killer in both the black and white worlds, codenamed K.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he almost collapsed on the bed, and said incoherently: "Don't... don't kill me, I can give you double the reward, no, triple it!"

The pitch-black barrel rose silently.

The slender fingers under the black gloves lightly pressed on the trigger.

“No, no, no… I can give you any amount of money you want.” The middle-aged man’s face was almost ashen. “K…K, as long as you don’t kill me, really, no matter what you want…”

The voice begging for mercy stopped abruptly.

The pistol was equipped with a silencer, and the bullet made almost no sound when it was fired. There was a hole in the middle-aged man's head, and he fell on the bed with his eyes wide open.

Mo Chen put the gun back into his coat pocket without any emotion.

Turned around and left the room.

He took the stairs to the emergency exit. This time he was not wearing black boots. His casual steps were almost silent, and none of the voice-activated lights in the stairwell were on.

Going down the stairs one level at a time, when he reached the first floor, Mo Chen suddenly stopped. His slender fingers in his coat pocket seemed to casually touch the pistol, and his cold eyes calmly looked at the door at the staircase exit.

A few seconds later, the door suddenly opened.

The moment the door opened, silenced bullets came flying towards us.

Mo Chen's eyes remained unchanged. As the other party fired, he supported himself on the handrail of the stairs with one hand and leaped down the stairs with his long legs. His slender figure drew a beautiful arc in the air. As soon as he jumped down the stairs, a bullet pierced through the place where he had just stood.

The pistol came out of his pocket, and his fingers moved quickly and nimbly, and a silent bullet was fired instantly. The person who fired the gun at the door had already opened his eyes wide in horror before he could react.

The body fell to the ground, without a sound.

Mo Chen glanced at the corpse on the ground indifferently, retracted his gaze, and continued to walk out of the staircase door casually.

The city is still bustling at night.

He walked quietly on the road, and when he passed a women's clothing store, his long legs stopped slightly.

After seeming to think for a few seconds.

The man turned calmly and walked into the store.

-

The next day, when Lan Qian woke up, she saw a bag at her door. She picked it up and saw that it was a brand new light purple dress with the tag still on it.

"So thoughtful, and even bought me clothes."

She smiled and took the dress inside.

I asked casually, "By the way, when did he go out to buy it?"

She was too sleepy last night. With Mo Chen in the same house, she didn't have to worry about any danger. She fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the bed. Naturally, she didn't notice when he went out.

Xiaotuanzi immediately checked the owner's movements last night

Then there was silence.

[Not long after you fell asleep, the master went out. ]

He also killed a few people by the way.

It added silently in its heart.

"The size is just right," Lan Qian put on the skirt and looked at herself in the mirror. "He has a really good eye."

[Of course, the master is the most powerful! ]

The little dumpling said proudly.

I don't know what there is to be proud of.

After changing her clothes, Lan Qian walked out of the room. The man had already gotten up and was making breakfast in the kitchen. She paused, and it was hard to imagine that the man who killed people coldly last night was also making breakfast with the same calm expression.

"Woke up."

Hearing the voice, the man spoke calmly.

He turned his back to her and didn't look back.

"Ah."

Lan Qian looked at the man in a black shirt, with his exquisite shirt cuffs rolled up to the joints of his arms. Even when he was making breakfast, the man's movements were very elegant. He didn't look like a cold-blooded killer, but rather like a noble and calm young man.

She looked down at the skirt she was wearing and continued, "The skirt you bought is very suitable. I like it very much."

Hearing this, Mo Chen's hands, which were frying eggs, paused.

His brown eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke softly:

"Breakfast will be ready soon."

After a while, breakfast was ready and Mo Chen walked out of the kitchen. When he saw the girl in the light purple dress, the man's usually calm eyes seemed to flash a ripple.

But it was only for a moment, and everything returned to normal immediately.

He brought up the breakfast.

Two fried eggs, a few slices of bread, and a glass of milk.

"I didn't expect you could make breakfast."

Lan Qian sat down at the dining table and looked at the fried egg on the plate. It looked very good and made people hungry.

She was indeed hungry, so she didn't hesitate.

"Ah."

Mo Chen responded calmly.

After a while, he said calmly, "After breakfast, you can leave."

"leave?"

This sentence surprised Lan Qian.

"You brought me back because you were afraid that I would reveal what happened last night, right? Now that you're letting me go, aren't you afraid that I'll tell others about that and the fact that you're living here?"

She asked curiously.

Mo Chen's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't speak for the time being.

He brought her back last night, and even he himself didn't know why.

Afraid that she would reveal his identity?

of course not.

Over the years, many people wanted to catch him, and many people wanted to kill him, but he never worried.

What we said last night was just an excuse.

He couldn't understand why he found an excuse to bring her back at that time.

But after just a few hours of getting along, he realized that if she continued to stay here, he would be increasingly influenced by her, and he still didn't understand the reason.

After a while, he spoke again, answering her question:

"If you want to talk, that's up to you."