My Wife is a Killer

Chapter 55: Fragment

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In this way, the office that was still lively, now only left Ken, who was grinning just now but now has a serious face.

When Ken watched Wen Jing slowly walk out of the office, the steps, the tilt of the body, the swing of the arms, and the distance and angle of each step were all consistent as if they had been clearly calculated. It seems that even when walking unintentionally, the whole body and mind will condense into a little bit the same weird...

People in the entire company don't know why Wenwen, who has always had no complaints about people, is happy and funny, always looks good at such a handsome guy like Ken. People in the entire company couldn't understand why Ken, who had always been gentle to girls, always shy away from such a big beauty as Wenwen. The remaining one is quiet and okay, because she has that attitude to everyone! It has never been cold and there is no alternative!

The three people mentioned above. Among them, ken is not the only one who is chased by company colleagues all day long! No, except for ken, as soon as Wen Jing and Wenwen show up, most of the company's employees will greet them: whether they know them or not, whether they are in the same department or not, men and women are the same. This is probably the added value of Meidailai.

It's not to say how important beauty is, but for beautiful things, I think people always like to be closer!

However, the two beauties, aren't they talking about their feelings now

"What? The ruffian can cook?" Wenwen said in surprise while racing her Hokage.

"Yes!" Feeling that there is nothing strange and quiet, he echoed.

"So Wenjing sister, you...?"

In fact, what Wenwen wants to ask is, Sister Wenjing, have you ever been food poisoned.

"I rely on the food he cooks to eat my stomach every day, and nothing happened!" Wen Jing didn't seem to wait for Wenwen to ask. Wen Jing already knew what this Nizi wanted to say, and the corner of her mouth seemed to have a little if anything. Ruowu smiled and replied.

To be honest, Xiao Zhe’s cooking can definitely be called the upper-middle level. Afterwards, why did Ache and the people who eat rice keep saying that what he made can poison people? Let me tell you that, the one who used to cook for them at the old man's house was once an international specialty chef! When are you used to eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas before you try to eat sesame seeds

"Actually, what he did is really good, and I'm about to learn something from him in the kitchen?" Suddenly, Wen Jing added such a sentence to what he said just now. In fact, getting into the kitchen is not difficult at all, as long as you are willing to learn, everything is ok!

what? Go to such a scary place as the kitchen! Thinking of the smoky kitchen environment, Wenwen, the eldest lady who has never eaten fireworks, first felt "horror"; and it was very horrible.

"Those oily fumes hurt female'sex' skin really horribly! You must be careful, sister Wenjing!"

If someone who doesn’t know, from the tone of Wenwen’s tone, I’m afraid that Wen Jing didn’t enter the kitchen, and maybe he was on the battlefield as a death squad!

Shaking his head, Wen Jing is basically speechless for a lady like Wenwen. Miss, will always be Miss!

"Hey, that's right!" Wen Wen suddenly thought of something interesting when she heard Wen Jing say this.

"What?" Wen Jing suddenly had a bad feeling. Generally, when Wenwen makes excessive demands, she has no way to refuse. At that time she often had such a hunch!

"I've decided, Sister Wenjing!" As if she had made a lot of determination, Wenwen said loudly and decisively—

"I'm going to you and the ruffian's house to have a meal!"

All nights are cold, except for that moment of warmth.

It also rained that night, a very ordinary night. But it gives people an unusual sadness...

"Brother, I want a piece of bread today, for you!" In the street full of homeless people, a childish voice sounded.

"Thank you sister!" Looking at the muddy sister, the younger brother, took the sister's bread in a hand, and gobbled it up. It seems that I have forgotten to ask my sister if he has eaten it.

There has never been a lack of orphans in this world, including this pair of siblings who may not even know their parents.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you!" Seeing her younger brother eating so anxiously, her sister couldn't help but gently patted her younger brother's back. Although she herself was only ten years old, as an orphan, she matured earlier than anyone of her age.

Reality is always so ruthless. Few people can live alone in this world by themselves, but there are more people who are willing to rely on each other to survive with each other's little bit of tenderness. In the heart of this young brother, perhaps the sister in front of him is his only support. The rain is still falling, "crashing, crashing", leaving only the fragile shadows of the brothers and sisters... Although very small, but very warm...

A long time later, things are impermanent, and not many people even remember this scene that actually happened. Even the parties may not even remember that they had such a warm night in their bitter childhood.

When the hands are full of blood, when the life goes through a bloody storm, when the trigger is pulled coldly again and again-at those times, who knows what happened to that sister or younger brother afterwards.

The memory at that time has been blurred, and the past has been forgotten. The past is only the past tense after all, and everything in the future is still unknown. If it is strictly required to trace some traces of years, I am afraid that there is nothing left.

Only after a long time, I don’t know how many years have passed. By chance, I heard someone say that the old sister who was once weak and took care of her younger brother carefully had a code name that made many people feel strange-"g".

"Ah... It hurts..." As if the soul was torn apart, the horrible shouts continued.

"Uh... Roar..." Pain, endless pain. It's endless and continuous.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Xiao Zhe held his head vigorously, only feeling that he could not bear the kind of heart-wrenching pain at all.

Impulsivity is a characteristic of young people, and because of impulsivity, Xiao Zhe has left a lot of scars with his brothers in the past few years, and also shed a lot of blood. But in Xiao Zhe's memory, there is no pain that can be compared with this kind of pain. It was as if the blood of the whole body was constantly impacting on his head, the erratic pain came fierce and sudden.

Xiao Zhe who had just entered the door, even before closing the broken wooden door at home, he immediately let out a painful growl. The brain is constantly being sprinted by past memories, recalling one by one, but it is too late to remember and disappear deep in the mind. Accompanied by the memory in his brain, Xiao Zhe only felt heart-piercing, even the pain of shifting his internal organs...

Painful and intense; memory disappears without a trace. Everything is so strange and strange.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know what to remember. Anyway, inexplicable, pain followed one after another, wave after wave, without a clue at all, and no reason to be investigated.

Xiao Zhe didn't have the strength to move at all, and he didn't even know when the pain disappeared. Without moving, he only felt the surrounding environment, first from bright to dim, and then slowly from dim to completely silent. Until there is no outside interference.

There is a memory to recover!

Xiao Zhe didn't know why, he always had such thoughts "reverberating" in his mind. After the intense pain today, he affirmed this inexplicable idea even more. It's just that he didn't know why in his heart, and even the same inexplicably resisted the recovery of this memory.

memory? What kind of memory is it? Can I have such a complicated mentality? resist? Why resist? Is that memory really so unbearable to look back

Suddenly, in the originally dark hall, the lights lit up violently.

The dazzling light caused Xiao Zhe to close his eyes abruptly at the same moment.

The brilliance of a moment is full of amazing resemblance to the scene of that day and that moment...

He vaguely remembered the piercing white "color" of the cold wind; and did not vaguely forget the polar region where the cold air "forced" people; even at this moment, he could still vaguely recall that the unique feeling of the polar region was unbridled, The blizzard sweeping across all beings.

"Listen to the sound of the wind with your heart!" A familiar and vague voice sounded in Xiao Zhe's ears.

"The sound of the wind, the sound of the wind?" It seems that this is not the first time someone has made such a strange request to himself.

"Yes, only by listening to the'clear chanting of the cold wind' can you reach the state of'instant killing silently'."

"The cold breeze is "Ying", the instant killing is silent?"

The gentle voice of the woman slowly evoked Xiao Zhe’s memories...

"At that level, when you make a shot, no one will know that you have made a shot, except for the glare that flashes from your neck, and no one knows where that flash of light appeared, and From where it disappeared. No one can see clearly what it is, and absolutely no one will survive under that glimmer of light.

"Sister..."

"Wrong, from today on I will train you to be the strongest killer in the world. Perhaps, in this, it is possible for me to miss you and kill you. If you want to live, you must treat me as a teacher. I say it again, please Remember my name, g!"