After leaving the fighting hobby club, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke went back home directly, planning to go to the supermarket to make big purchases on the weekend, that is, the next two days, to stockpile ingredients for the Chinese New Year and birthday next Monday.
After taking a shower, drying her hair, and changing into fresh home clothes, Yan Zheke stood in front of the bed, spread her hands, fell backwards, fell comfortably into the bed, and then yelled coquettishly: "Orange Chengzi, I'll sleep first, you can massage me until I fall asleep~"
"Okay." Lou Cheng leaned over with a smile, controlled his body, and punched out with the most suitable strength, which relieved the girl's muscle tension and deep-seated fatigue, and made her squint her eyes in satisfaction.
"Come up, point up, yes, yes, right, it's just my waist, it's so sore, hiss, it's so sore, pity my old waist..." Yan Zheke directed the activities of the "exclusive masseur".
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed that Lou Cheng's movements had paused, and she let out two muffled laughs.
... The girl was at a loss at first, then came to her senses, buried her face in the pillow, thumped her side hard, and said viciously:
"It's not all about you!"
Lou Cheng hurriedly apologized "seriously", and his techniques became more and more exquisite. It didn't take long for Yan Zheke to relax, fatigue slowly started, and drowsiness brewed.
After pressing it for a while, "seeing" that the girl was breathing steadily and fell into a deep sleep, Lou Cheng withdrew his hands and lay down next to him, planning to play with his mobile phone before going outside to do some exercise on the lawn.
As soon as he got into the pose, Yan Zheke seemed to have installed an automatic radar. She rolled over and leaned forward, with her arms around her chest, and her right leg was raised, resting on her knee a little higher.
In the blink of an eye, Lou Chengcheng was "tied up", and the "culprit"'s black long and fine eyelashes did not shake at all, and his dream was in full swing.
"Ke Ke slept so soundly..." Lou Cheng looked at the girl's peaceful and beautiful face with a smile.
Looking at it, he suddenly felt a little sleepy.
Sleep so comfortably... This kind of life is really relaxing... Relax... Relax...
Lou Cheng didn't resist the call, put his arms around Yan Zheke, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
I don't know how long this sleep has passed. When Lou Cheng woke up, it was already dark outside and everything was quiet. Only a faint light shone through the curtained windows, casting a faint glow on the room.
"... What time is it?" Yan Zheke opened her eyes in a daze, and asked casually.
Lou Cheng smiled lazily and said, "It's just getting dark, it's around six o'clock."
"Yeah." Yan Zheke changed her posture and lay down beside Lou Cheng, and said lazily, "I'm a little hungry..."
"Mine has already issued a protest." Lou Cheng looked sideways at the girl's small and delicate ears.
"Let's not make any troublesome dishes later, thaw the meat, cut everything, and roast it to eat. There are several dipping sauces from Xiushan, Songcheng, Dongying, and Korea. You can choose whatever you want~" Yan Zhe Ke planned generously, "Wash some more vegetable leaves, wrap them when you're tired of eating..."
While talking, she bit her lower lip suddenly, "grieved" said: "But what should I do if I don't want to move? I just want to lie down like this..."
"What a coincidence, me too." Lou Cheng felt that he was captured by the little fairy and the bed.
"Do you want to starve your wife to death?" Yan Zheke snorted.
"...I get up, I'll get up right away!" Lou Cheng struggled to turn around and get out of the bed, only to find that the girl also sat up.
Seeing his surprised and puzzled expression, Yan Zheke raised her chin, looked to the side and said:
"I have to supervise you!"
She said it was supervision, but she led the whole process. She was busy and didn't say anything, and gave orders to this and that in a while. When the power was plugged in and the meat in the roasting pan was sizzling, it was considered to be over.
Surrounded by tranquility, with warm lighting and the smell of meat, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke looked at each other, raised their glasses with a smile, and tapped their drinks.
It is not possible to be moved often in life, this is enough.
"Don't overcook the beef, the fatty part of the beef is easy to 'sludge', and the taste will become hard..." The girl recalled her past experience, digging out her experience in barbecue, trying to make herself seem omnipotent.
I'm Coach Yan!
Halfway through eating, Lou Cheng suddenly stopped, and turned to look at the door.
"What's wrong?" Yan Zheke asked blankly.
"Someone is approaching." Lou Cheng stood up and walked towards the door with a relaxed posture, not aware of any danger.
After ten or twenty seconds, the doorbell rang. He counted to three and opened the door.
Standing outside was a middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo, a bow tie of the same color, and a neat shirt. He had a striking mustache and said in a very accent:
"Hi, is this Mr. Lou Cheng?"
"Yes." Lou Cheng looked at the other party in doubt, not knowing why.
The middle-aged man handed over an invitation card with both hands, and replied with a smile:
"My master would like to invite you, Mr. Lou, to the dinner party on the weekend. If possible, I hope you can have a wrestling fight with him and have a friendly exchange. This will not be made public, and it is only limited to the guests at the dinner party."
Up for the challenge? With a thought, Lou Cheng took the invitation, opened it, and found the sign of the clenched fist of the "Messes" fighting arena with a trident, the location of the manor where the dinner was held, the specific time, and the signatory.
"Branton..." Lou Cheng read out the name and knew who it was.
He looked up at the middle-aged man, the top hat nodded and said:
"I'll be on time for dinner."
"Thank you." The middle-aged man stroked his chest with his right hand and bowed.
Watching him leave, Lou Cheng closed the door and met Coach Yan's scrutinizing eyes.
"What's the matter?" Yan Zheke could only vaguely hear "dinner banquet" and "wrestling".
"Blanton from the 'Gluka' faction wants to challenge me at a high-level dinner." Lou Cheng smiled indifferently.
Brandon is the most popular fighter in the "Messes" fighting arena in recent years. He has become a veteran at the age of 22, which is equivalent to an inhuman. He just turned 24 this year, and he is ranked high in the entire United States A rising star at the forefront.
His father, Adrian, was also a veteran fighter, and he was the middle-aged white man wielding a big sword that Lou Cheng saw when he first came to the "Messes" fighting arena.
And a pair of "senior" also established the status of the Jackson family in Cannes!
"When?" Yan Zheke asked with interest and bright eyes.
This kind of formal challenge must be safe, especially since the two parties are still at the inhuman level and have strong control, so she doesn't feel worried.
"Tomorrow night." Lou Cheng imitated American movies eager to perform, bent down and stretched out his hand, "Ma'am, would you like to go with me?"
"Extremely happy." Yan Zheke smiled and passed her hand over.
...
At seven o'clock in the evening of the next day, the young couple arrived at the Riverside Manor in a couple's attire from Songda's home martial arts club, and entered the banquet hall under the guidance of the servants.
The temples are towering, the cups are intertwined, the smell of perfume makes Lou Cheng's nose itchy, and he wants to sneeze.
He and Yan Zheke's clothes were not rude, because the host of the banquet was also dressed in fighting clothes.
Brandon stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of champagne with light golden liquid, smiling and raised his eyebrows at Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke.
He has black hair and brown eyes, tall stature, thick muscles, skin that is close to a bronze color, and his whole body is full of strength and oppression.
Taking a sip of his wine, Brandon smiled from a distance and said:
"Is it an 'opening dance' for everyone, or is it the end?"
While speaking, he pointed to the open-air fighting arena outside, so as not to misunderstand Lou Cheng, where the lights were shining like daytime, and there were huge stone pillars that looked like ancient Rome.
"I have no problem." Lou Cheng replied with a smile.
"Then now, I can't wait." Brandon smiled apologetically.
The conversation between the two attracted the attention of the guests, and all eyes were cast on them, all of them were full of interest.
Lou Cheng looked around, then asked in a deep voice:
"Where's the referee?"
"Referee?" Brandon shrugged, "I hate referees."
"A formal challenge must have a referee, otherwise I would rather not accept it." Lou Cheng firmly expressed his opinion.
Brandon immediately showed a funny look:
"As an excellent fighter, how can you rely on the protection of the referee? Are you afraid, timid, and shrinking away from the referee? Have you forgotten that fighting is an art used on the battlefield, and that boiling Blood and manly courage?"
"A man who is used to fighting without any protection is a real man, a real warrior. If you admit that you are a boy who cries in his mother's arms, a shameful coward, then go away!"
Hearing these words, Yan Zheke became inexplicably angry, and her body trembled slightly.
"Let's go." Lou Cheng pulled her down, turned around calmly, and walked towards the gate.
If I hadn't experienced those life-and-death battles, I would definitely be irritated now, but the more I experience the taste of walking on the edge of death, the less I want to take the initiative to try it.
I'm not afraid, but that doesn't mean I like it.
Since practicing martial arts, all my non-referee fights have been either with absolute certainty, or forced to get involved, how can I take the initiative to jump into a dangerous situation
This is completely against my martial arts will!
What I protect is not face!
Yan Zheke followed in a daze for two steps, and suddenly calmed down under the surprised eyes of the guests, and held Lou Cheng's hand even tighter, feeling that he was more courageous than accepting the challenge.
"Okay." At this time, Brandon clapped his hands behind him and said with a sigh, "I can only force myself, Mr. Polk, please be the referee of today's battle."
Lou Cheng stopped in his tracks, turned around, and calmly met the cowardly eyes.
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