The villain's love literacy

Just like other families in this peaceful community, the balcony of this small beige and white two-story house is filled with flowers. Large clusters of green leaves and pale pink flowers fall from the guardrail and are gently blown by the breeze. swing.In addition to common flowers such as roses, roses, and geraniums, there are also spices such as rosemary and basil.

But maybe the hostess is a novice in growing flowers, and the petals of some varieties do not look so healthy, but this does not affect the overall beauty, and it is still sweet and charming from a distance.

A person with long pink hair is holding a watering can and spraying water on the flowers that have been wilted by the noon sun. At first glance, you may mistake it for a woman, but when you look closely, you will find that it is a tall woman. The man also had some weird-looking green spots in his hair.

He put the small watering can back to its original position after a couple of random sprays, and didn't remember to refill the can with only one bottom left.

The man casually plucked the petals of a rose, his gentle movements seemed to be full of love, but the next second he forcibly pulled down the innocent and poor rose, and held it in front of his eyes, holding it between his index finger and thumb. □□Spin back and forth.

He seemed to be observing something, but his broken green pupils had already penetrated the flowers and looked into the distance.

After a long while, the man viciously tore off a few petals, squeezed them between his fingers and rubbed them a few times before they were shattered. The crimson juice merged into a drop, which slowly flowed down his fingers like blood.

"Diablo?"

The voice behind him brought him back from his thoughts. With a slight movement of the pink-haired man's hand, he threw the shapeless flower from the second floor onto the neatly manicured green lawn.

"Are you on the balcony?"

The person whose name was called paused for a moment, turned around and put away the resentment he had just had. After adjusting, he opened the glass door and walked into the bedroom with a relaxed expression.

"Are you awake? You can sleep a little longer."

The woman who was still lying on the bed and refused to get up used her arms to block the incoming sunlight, slowly turned her head to the other side, muttered "What are you doing on the balcony?", and couldn't help yawning again.

Seeing this, Diablo closed the curtains, and Sylvia reluctantly moved a few times, dazedly tucking her arms back into the quilt, not forgetting to pull her arms tightly around her neck again. Cover it.

"It's just picking some spices, and I plan to make chicken basil pizza at noon."

The man stretched out his palm to show her the bright green leaves in his heart. The young woman reluctantly opened her sleepy eyes and glanced at it. She nodded to indicate that she understood. Diablo went to the bed and sat down to cover the quilt. bother.

"I'll wake you up when you're done."

She continued to sleep unprepared, with long light blonde hair spread on the white sheet, the sun shining through the thin part of the curtain fabric to form irregular spots on her cheeks, her golden eyelashes were slightly blue, maybe it was too much trouble last night. late.

But who would doubt a lover who has slept in the same bed for several years?

The room was so quiet that only the jingle of shells and wind chimes could be heard when the wind blew. The coolness brought by the breeze finally eased the woman's frowning brows, and Sylvia soon entered the room again, feeling sleepy. Dreamland, but she was completely unaware of the imminent danger.

A red figure slowly appeared beside Diablo, and white diagonal grid stripes were distributed on the arms, chest and legs of this humanoid "thing".

A substitute is an aggregate of spiritual energy and a type of superpower, and this person who silently appeared in the room is Diablo's substitute "King Crimson".

That white hand stretched out towards the woman's slender neck, and the Crimson King of Strength A could twist her neck in an instant.Just when her fingertips were about to touch the white skin, Sylvia moved uneasily in her sleep as if sensing danger, and the red figure quickly disappeared.

And this seemed to wake up Diablo, whose pupils grew slightly bigger.

"Sylvia."

He lowered his voice and tasted the name carefully between his lips and tongue. After the relationship between the two became intimate, he would also call her by her nickname "Sissy", but those times were rare.

The rare woman who can stay by his side and has not been cleared up to now, of course, does not know his true identity as Diablo.

She has an innocent identity, easy-going personality, no ambitions, and is satisfied with a stable and peaceful life. She is still a somewhat naive little girl, always a little confused.

But the good thing is that she just wants the companionship and love of her lover. She seldom inquires about his past and work, and trusts him without any doubt when he casually says something fabricated. This is why she is still alive and even knows his name. the reason.

But now this peace has been broken, and the past that cannot be erased is chasing him closely.Diablo never thought that his ex-lover before leaving his hometown to work hard would give birth to a daughter. She was about to die of illness, and she was looking for the father of the child by asking people everywhere.

And precisely because of this, the false identity he had used was known, and he was also in danger of being exposed.

"Passionate", the most powerful gang organization in Italy, no one knows the true identity of its BOSS.

The emperor of the night rules everything with fear and an iron fist, but who would have imagined that the "enthusiastic" BOSS will soon make a ridiculous chicken basil pizza?

Anyone who touches the taboo of "the boss's past and true identity" must be erased, whether it's a subordinate... or a daughter.

According to common sense, Sylvia should also die, preferably killed by him himself, so that all worries can be solved, so that when he doesn't need her and abandons her, there will be no other thoughts Man followed her to find his clues.

Just like this daughter he has never known, sooner or later it will bring him big trouble again.

When he chose her, the fate of Sylvia's short life had already been written.

Killing her, just like when he treated his rebellious subordinates mercilessly, only the dead can't speak, so he can really feel at ease.

But she still doesn't know who he is, and she has never offended him, and even got his favor.

Even if Diablo never fell in love with anyone, and would never have feelings for anyone other than himself and the second personality Tobio, it is not strange to have people around him, he is an adult male after all.

...but what he feared might not happen either.

She is very obedient and obedient, while he is careful to never reveal anything about the gangsters. Sylvia doesn't know anything, and simply thinks that he is an investment businessman - after all, most of the time he only needs to use the computer to send email orders It's fine as a subordinate, and occasionally go out to solve some things in person, and you can use work to fool you.

No one would follow her to find him.

Maybe he can keep her for a while longer, and wait until she really threatens him before doing it... It's not too late.

Shocked by his own thoughts, the pink-haired man stood up abruptly, staring at the sleeping face in disbelief.

The young woman didn't know what she dreamed about, maybe she had already eaten a pizza covered with cheese in her dream, the corner of her mouth curled up to reveal a somewhat satisfied smile, and she unconsciously rubbed her cheek against the quilt.

It's just that she's used to being around her, and now there's still a place for her, Diablo tried to convince himself that he would definitely be able to leave her without nostalgia one day, as if he had never been there.

but not now.

He only needs to solve his daughter's problem first, and the assassination team that has been unwilling to settle down, and Sylvia is here waiting for him to come back.

No one knows, a peaceful and peaceful life will continue.

He also has to make the pizza before heading to the planned San Giorgio Maggiore church in Venice.

Oh, and remember to pick up the roses that were just thrown downstairs and throw them into the community trash can. If Sylvia sees him touching her beloved roses, she will definitely lash out at him no matter how gentle she is usually. tempered.

"I'm going to Venice for a week or so."

When the two were sharing a slice of pizza on a rustic dining table covered with red and white checked cloth, the pink-haired man seemed to mention it casually.

"Huh? Is it about work again?"

Casually replied, Sylvia didn't pay attention to Diablo at all, she was concentrating on flipping through a retro-style dress recommended in a magazine, the female model with light blonde short hair was a bit like Marilyn Dream The smell of dew.Although she has long hair, maybe this will look good on herself.

"What do you think of this suit? Will it look good on me?"

Diablo was silent for a moment, and then shook his head mockingly. Is this a fool's blessing?

Those assumptions I had just now seemed to be a joke, how could anyone find clues about him from her?Besides, judging from what she meant, she never mentioned the topic of marriage and children, and she seemed to be very satisfied with her current life.

"If you like it, fill in the mailing address."

He casually glanced at the inside of the magazine, but only looked at the style of the skirt - he didn't care about the price, the industry of "enthusiasm" brought him untold wealth.Although he had no interest in playing the perfect Italian man, he wasn't too stingy to buy some women's clothes for his lover.

Besides, if this skirt is really worn on her body, it must be more beautiful than that model. There is no need for him not to do things that are beneficial to him.

However, he could never wait for the day when she would wear this dress.

Seven days passed, Sylvia did not wait for Diablo to come back, but waited for a few unexpected guests.

A young boy who looked younger than her knocked on her door, with three golden hair bands on his forehead, clear and firm green eyes, and behind him was a brown boy who was wearing a cotton hat even though it was almost summer. The skin is southern Italian.

"Hello, miss, do you know a man named 'Diablo' or 'Tobio'?"

He explained the purpose of his visit to her, and Sylvia's eyes skipped over the boy's strange black open-chest suit, and she subconsciously regarded them as people who came to find Diablo for business, after all, he sometimes wears purple Open chest sweater or fishnet outfit.

"Yes, Diablo is my boyfriend, what can I do, sir?"