[Mr. and Mrs. Smith] Sister is not good

"Eddie, do you know that there is a six-hour time difference between New York and Paris, right?" When John woke up in the morning, he found that Jane beside him had disappeared, and the room seemed empty.Only then did he remember that it seemed that Jane said that she had visited an old acquaintance in the past, but she ignored it.

He finally didn't have to go to work, he didn't want to get out of the embrace of the bed so early, working so hard during the holidays, that would be a waste of time!Holding the phone and sitting up, John's tone seemed a little impatient, and he said unhappily to Eddie who disturbed his slumber: "So what? So it's only seven o'clock in the morning on my side, and you have already had lunch and are about to start Afternoon work."

Eddie didn't take his brother's get-up anger seriously, but asked John to bring him a "souvenir" in a slightly verbose manner.The killer world in Paris has always been relatively famous, just as famous as Hollywood production movies, and it is considered a relatively reliable place of pilgrimage in their circle.

Don't look at Eddie's superficial carelessness and lechery like an old hooligan, indulging himself.In fact, he has always had a habit of collecting items. Eddie will carefully bind the photos of the mission target and the briefing on the death of the characters into a booklet, and keep making it thicker.

Regarding his childish approach, John's evaluation is that if he is unlucky and someone sees that booklet one day, I believe Eddie will die a miserable death... It is simply a living evidence of a crime, equivalent to a criminal diary or something .

"No less than the one hundred and first warning, thank you John. Also, remember to bring those gifts back for me, I want to keep them, brother you know!" Eddie on the other end of the phone clearly ignored John's wordless advice, but instead Somewhat annoyed, "It's really bad, I hope I will have the opportunity to go to Paris next time, how great is it to play around?"

His tone was full of envy and jealousy towards John. Eddie was originally an employee of John's construction company, and he was so idle when he had no work on weekdays.So he doesn't care if John is on his honeymoon, hugging a girl, he just keeps chattering through the microphone, and even reports to his good buddy how the waitress in the restaurant responds to his dirty jokes.

Gulu drank the whole glass of milk that Jane had left for him in one gulp, and John finally woke up from the hazy dream—thanks to the contribution of "Eddie's Humanoid Brain Refreshing Machine".Switching the phone from his left hand to his right, John kicked his legs to activate the muscles of his lower limbs.

At the same time, he went to the balcony, opened the curtain, and overlooked the morning view of the entire square.

"Huh?" Is that Jane?

"Hey, what? I'm talking about flirting with the hot new service girl from the restaurant downstairs. Are you listening?"

"Oh, yes, I'm listening..." John replied casually, in fact he was never interested in taking advantage of verbal affairs.He cast his eyes intently downstairs, watching the beautiful figure shift:

A light beige long-sleeved slim dress wrapped around her well-shaped buttocks. Jane deliberately put on aristocrat-like gorgeous five-finger gloves, and a cashmere shawl of the same color, which was loosely wrapped around her shoulders, adding a sense of luxury and glamorous lady.Even in the fashion square of Paris where there are many beauties, it is enough to attract most of the eyes.

Even the waiter who asked about the morning tea menu was more hospitable to her. John raised his eyebrows, a wave of jealousy spread in his heart, he coughed, decisively interrupted Eddie's unnutritious jokes, hung up the phone in a hurry, walked into the bathroom to take a shower, and planned to use the beauty's new appointment The identity of the husband went to protect the flowers in time.

The streets of Paris are always so romantic. From time to time, there are artists who stop and play, and lovers who kiss casually.For people who are not in a hurry to get to work, they can enjoy a good breakfast overtime, sit alone with a newspaper, or just stay on a bench and watch passing beauties, which is also a good enjoyment.

"Good morning!" The waiter's attitude towards the beauties was also exceptionally kind. He took out a slightly thicker and exquisite menu, and he smiled and asked the guests what they wanted to order.

Sitting on the bamboo and rattan chair in the open-air square, Jane also said "good morning" in French in a good mood, then chose "fresh orange juice and croissant with cream", and watched the waiter leave with a smile.She just put down the morning newspaper that was too late to open, brushed her fluffy and bright golden hair, and said to the person sitting in front of her with a porcelain cup: "I like Paris."

"I'm glad you think so!" 55-year-old Victor Maynard casually raised the cup in his hand, "Toast to your new marriage! I hope you don't think this is just a cup of milk tea." People are getting older, but still He can't hide the sharp temperament under his ordinary appearance. If you observe carefully, you will find that this "old man" has only empty and bottomless eyes, as if he has a thorough understanding of everything.

However, he liked to laugh and raised the corners of his eyes funnyly. Maynard joked to himself: "I promise, the ratio of milk to tea in this cup of drink is definitely not the two to one I asked for."

"Oh, teacher, you are still so picky!" Jane smiled brightly, recalling her fate with Mr. Maynard.

Mr. Maynard can be regarded as the real number one in the killer world. From his debut in his teens to the present, he can be described as an evergreen tree in the circle. He is famous. He has always created immortal records and made other killers worship him.I was fortunate enough to be taught by him for some time and benefited a lot.

However, Mr. Maynard couldn’t be more picky about the taste of life. For example, the age and taste of red wine, the texture of foie gras, and the proportion of milk tea are all strict requirements. His eccentricity.And Jane's poor and almost unqualified cooking skills have always been Mr. Maynard's regret.

He always felt that a beautiful woman with the talent to kill people would spoil food so much... he couldn't bear it.

"Are you all right?" Perhaps Mr. Maynard is about the same age as Jane's parents, and has taught her many skills, so Jane's respect for him has never diminished, basically as a more compatible elder, on weekdays If you keep in touch, you will also send holiday gifts.

With a thin body wrapped in a dark suit, Maynard showed another funny expression in good spirits, and lowered his head to drink tea, "Did you choose Paris as your honeymoon just to ask me this irrelevant question? I thought You asked me out to talk about the prenuptial agreement between you and your civilian fiancé, or did you ask me to perform a one-shot mission for you?"

"Oh, come on!" Shaking her head helplessly amused by his humor, Jane withdrew her smile, and said with a half-smile: "I would rather ask you to pretend to be my lover and stimulate my husband." She was joking, of course. Before the lively Maynard said something more mischievous, Jane cleverly changed the subject again, "Speaking of which, Mr. Maynard, aren't you going to think about your life's event?"

As far as she knew, Maynard's private life was horribly clean, and no woman seemed to have caught his eye.He is actually afraid of loneliness, but he has always enjoyed loneliness, and he does not allow others to step into his circle of life.

Holding the cup with his fingers and rubbing it casually, he sighed: "I think you and my mother will get along very well." The mother is now in a nursing home, spending boring and peaceful days, but she never forgets to urge her son to find a partner.She said: "If you don't find a woman to have a son, the family inheritance will probably be broken!"

They are the kind of conservative and old family of killers, but it's a pity that Maynard has always been too indifferent to love.

"Oh, there is a nice little girl recently, she is only in her twenties, she is a powerful female liar." Thinking of that bold, hateful but cute female thief, Maynard had a warm smile on his face .She was originally the target of her mission, but... some accidents happened.

That woman was probably the only stain in his life, and he was ashamed of the family's killer career.He didn't kill that girl at all, it wasn't because he wasn't strong enough, the timing was wrong, it was just that he couldn't kill that girl.Now that she is out of danger, she still stays at home and refuses to leave, it seems... just like what mother said, fate just came a little later.

Jane expressed her curiosity about this obviously about an affair, and leaned forward like a little girl eager to learn, but Maynard shook her head regretfully, and walked back directly with a fine emerald green porcelain cup. He kept his eyes fixed on the original seat, as if he didn't know Jane.

Looking back in doubt, Jane found John who was looking for him from afar.Probably due to the haste to leave the house, the hair on one side of his head looked slightly disheveled and unruly, but this did not affect the spirited John showing his elegant and charming masculine style at all. Jane thinks that she and her husband are the right combination.

"Honey, you're here! Would you like to have breakfast together by the way?" After sending a hot kiss on John's lips, Jane smiled and asked him considerately.

"All right, you decide." Sitting across from Jane, John asked casually, "I saw a thin and old man sitting here just now, and he disappeared? Is he the professor you mentioned?"

Pursing her lips and smiling, Jane opened her eyes and said nonsense: "Yes, he once gave me my thesis guidance, and he is a very nice French man."

He hummed casually to express his answer, but John didn't care much about it. Looking at his back, he could be their father, and his sudden jealousy had disappeared long ago.Playing with the napkins that were provided to guests for free, John flicked around boredly, and suddenly found that on a table in the corner, the man in the black suit was clearly... The man seemed to notice his gaze, and wiped it slowly. mouth, then slowly got up and walked away.

His expression tightened suddenly, and when Jane looked up, John immediately put on his usual smiling face, and explained to his wife in a low voice: "Honey, I seem to see an acquaintance just now, I'll go see if it's such a coincidence! "

Jane was a little surprised, as if she didn't expect that he would have any friends here.After a moment of hesitation, she nodded and said yes.Before Jane could doubt anything more, John also chased after the man in the direction where he disappeared.After walking around a few pillars and confirming that this place was out of Jane's sight, John patted the man on the shoulder in surprise: "Mr. Maynard, I didn't expect to meet you here!"

A few years ago, he was lucky enough to meet Maynard once during a mission, the star figure in the killer world, Napoleon.The two of them once talked freely at night about some technical issues, and they became confidants.After all, because of regional differences, I have never seen it recently.

"The woman in the light-colored clothes just now is your wife?" Unlike John's joyful respect, Maynard looked up at the sky silently, deeply feeling that he seemed to have discovered something very important.

really……

"Well, my new wife is a woman who is proficient in computers!" After briefly introducing Jane, John rubbed his hands and said to Victor in surprise, "I really love Paris so much, I didn't expect to meet you by such a coincidence!" They didn't leave any contact information back then, and John thought that his legendary experience could only be kept as a memory, for recollection only.This kind of little excitement in contact with idols, he who has always been calm has become a fan without exception.

Shrugging his shoulders, Maynard said indifferently: "Like Paris? No, no, I hate the 'halfnow, halfflater' way of remuneration, or New York's financial means are more to my liking, simply neat."

(Note: halfnow, halfflater. The way the employer pays the killer. Before the action, half of the banknote is torn off, and the other half is given after the action, and the banknote is complete and useful when it is pasted.)

"Are you still short of that little money? How about we find a place to have a few drinks?" John suggested enthusiastically.

"Why not? This morning is so beautiful that I am a little surprised!" The surprise made him feel a kind of emotion called "schadenfreude".So he has witnessed a pair of two stupid killers who don't know each other form a family... They both thought that the other party was an ordinary person, and spared no effort to conceal their identity as killers.He dared to say that the days to come would definitely be wonderful!

The author has something to say:

Let the old killers make soy sauce, and witness the fun of the Smiths' mutual affection