Everything is strikingly similar to Song Ye. She had a very good memory in her previous life. Later, she entered Bianhua for training, and her skills improved rapidly.
Luo Yuqing specializes in machinery and passed this talent on to Qin Zhan. Now Qin Zhan's achievements are also extraordinary.
She had always felt that Qin Zhan was extremely talented. Even though she had supernatural powers, her skills were always on par with him. Moreover, at the age of only twenty-eight, he created a huge and mysterious scientific research institution and became a major general. This is definitely not a gene that a idiot like Qin Wenrong can inherit.
Qin Zhan's abilities come from his mother, Luo Yuqing, who was the most beautiful and talented woman in the capital at that time. She rose to fame and was unique.
If Song Ye had known that she was not the Zhou family's daughter, he would probably have checked her out.
Because according to what she learned, the most obvious characteristic of the descendants of these seven sworn brothers is their outstanding appearance.
Rubbing the Luo jade plaque in his hand, Song Ye gently closed his eyes, feeling mixed emotions in his heart.
She never imagined that Qin Zhan was actually a descendant of seven mysterious families. After meeting her, she fell in love with each other. Everything was like a huge whirlpool, pulling her closer to the mysterious family. All this seemed to be happening in the dark. There have already been arrangements in the dark.
When she returned to the apartment, Qin Zhan had already returned. The room was brightly lit, but she smelled an unpleasant burning smell when she walked in.
"Ahem, are you dismantling the kitchen?" The kitchen is completely open, so you can see the whole thing when you get close, and of course the smell will leak out to some extent. Normally when Song Ye is cooking, the room is full of aroma and the scene is very pleasing to the eye, but today Qin Zhan stood inside, it was like a murder scene.
"I'm back. Eat some bread if you're hungry. Wait for me." Qin Zhan rarely looked back at her. As he spoke, he concentrated on the pot in his hand with a solemn expression, as if he was staring at an enemy.
Song Ye walked over and turned on the range hood for him. He saw that a fish in the oil pan was already half black and not burnt. He then scanned the stove next to it. The green pepper and potato shreds were either turned into mud or completely cooked. There was an unknown amount of corpses buried in the trash can next to it.
The man's stalwart figure of nearly 1.9 meters stood in front of the stove. Even the kitchen utensils looked a bit small and delicate. The hand that usually held the gun was very stable and reliable. At this time, his knuckles turned white because he was too nervous to stare at the fire. Zhang's cold face had a serious expression as if facing a formidable enemy. He didn't know how long he had been struggling, and there were tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.
Song Ye looked at it, then stretched out her hand to hook his moonband, raised her neck and closed it. Feeling that the man was still paying attention to the pot, she was slightly dissatisfied, and bit it with her teeth. She touched his lips and nibbled lightly for a while. She felt that the hornworm felt good, so she took a few more bites.
The man's lips are very thin, but surprisingly elastic.
"Well..." As if he could no longer bear her constant harassment, the man finally couldn't bear it and turned off the fire. With a strong effort in his hands, he picked up the girl in his arms and strode towards the sofa.
Men are the creatures that cannot stand temptation the most, especially when the temptation comes from the person they love.
Song Ye smelled the smell of oil smoke on his body and knew that he chose to be in the living room because of his mysophobia.
The sun outside the window was still very bright, and the floor-to-ceiling window glass was covered by a one-way mirror, blocking the outside world's sight. Song Ye looked up in a daze and touched the wet sweat on the man's shoulder. She sighed softly, stretched out her hands and hugged her tightly. Live the man in front of you.
"What's wrong? You seem to be very tired recently." Qin Zhan's fingertips caressed her back, gently soothing the trembling body in her arms. Song Ye was particularly docile today. He was a little worried.
In fact, as he spent more time at home recently, he also noticed that Song Ye seemed to be getting sleepy and sleepy.
"Well... it's a bit hot in summer." Song Ye moved.
"Haha, let's find a cool place during our honeymoon." Qin Zhan kissed the tip of her nose and then picked her up and walked to the bathroom.
"You go out first." Song Ye put his head on his chest, his face turned red.
"Wait a little longer." Qin Zhan smiled happily and released the next signal.
As a result, there was another big fight in the bathroom, but Qin Zhan didn't be too harsh this time. Afterwards, he helped Song Ye take a bath and took out massage services, and finally sent him to the bedroom comfortably.
By the time he came out of the shower, Song Ye was already in the kitchen continuing his unfinished lunch.
The room was soon filled with a faint aroma, the occasional sounds of pots and pans clashing with each other, and the sound of running water when washing dishes filled the empty and quiet apartment with the breath of life.
When Song Ye put out the last plate of green vegetables, Yue Yao was hugged by a pair of big hands from behind, and his body with moisture was pressed against him from behind. Qin Zhan's hard muscles were as hard as a pair of iron pliers. She's trapped.
"I didn't agree that I would cook." Qin Zhan's voice was still a little low and hoarse, as if two fierce battles were not enough to calm him down.
"Haha, if you dismantle the kitchen, I will also be very distressed." Song Ye chuckled and patted his hand, asking him to hold the vegetables. In fact, the matter of cooking was just something Song Ye said casually when the two were chatting last night. Unexpectedly, Qin Zhan actually started preparing the next day, and the situation was tragic, "This also proves that you are not all-powerful." of."
"Yes." Regarding this point, Qin Zhan nodded honestly, "My mother's cooking skills were also very bad in the past. This is hereditary."
Qin Zhan had never eaten anything made by his mother when he was a child. He once deliberately made a noise out of curiosity and ended up going to the hospital directly after eating it. He still remembers it fresh. Later, he inherited his mother's skillful hands and was good at all kinds of delicate things. Only the cooking skill was missing.
Speaking of Luo Yuqing, a flash of hesitation flashed across Song Ye's face with his back to Qin Zhan, and then he turned to look at the living room as if nothing had happened, "I went to Zhou's house today and brought back your mother's things. I want to build a tomb, anyway. There has to be something in it.”
It was only recently that Song Ye learned that Qin Zhan's scientific research base was on a small island. He would not return to the Qin family in the future, and he only wanted to pay homage to his ancestors so that Luo Yuqing could live alone, so he wanted to build a tomb on the island.
Qin Zhan looked at the package on the table and was startled. Then he sighed with satisfaction, hugged Song Ye and whispered, "Thank you."
This thank you is my heartfelt gratitude to Song Ye and my gratitude for having her in my life.