Song Ye's character is very much like that of a boy, strong and resolute, never giving in or compromising, like a hard sword.
Such girls are often at a disadvantage and cannot please their elders.
But Qin Zhan loved her so much that she was so stubborn.
He leaned forward and wanted to kiss the girl in front of him, but he felt that she was trying to dodge. Qin Zhan's eyes narrowed, and he made a move as fast as lightning. He took the first step to control the back of her head with his big palm, and pulled her directly in front of him, deeply Staring deeply, "Xiaoye, what happened to you today?"
He had noticed Song Ye's dodge just now, which puzzled him.
"Ahem..." Song Ye stiffened with embarrassment, and after a long time he said, "The things on my face haven't been washed off."
Because he has been thinking about things and did not expect that Qin Zhan would come to steal incense and jade in the middle of the night, Song Ye is still wearing a pockmarked face with half of his face red, and it is very clear and ugly under the dim moonlight.
Qin Zhan suddenly understood and couldn't help but chuckle. His chest rose and fell, revealing his pleasure. He leaned over and took the girl's lips into his mouth, and then pressed his forehead against hers without any disdain. Their eyes met, and his voice was low and magnetic. Said: "You are still you, they are all the same in my eyes."
His original intention was to say that no matter what Song Ye became, he would never dislike her and would accept her.
But men are still in the learning stage when it comes to love words, so it is inevitable that there will be some deviations.
Song Ye sounded like she was face-blind, and her pockmarked face was on the same level as her beauty.
In order to perfectly avoid the detection of the Ye family, Song Ye's face was so disguised that he couldn't bear to look directly in the mirror.
Qin Zhan continued to kiss like this, the taste was really not that strong.
With this complaint in her mind, she finally got out of bed and washed the disguise off her face.
Qin Zhan, who was leaning on the bedside, turned his face to look at her slender back, his eyes full of smiles.
It was clear that there were so many people in the disciple competition today, and the girl could endure the criticism from so many people without changing her expression, and she could deal with it calmly, but now her ears turned red because she was in front of him.
It is said that women should look good to those who please them, and that is absolutely true.
After a good night's sleep, at dawn, the man who spent the night in the boudoir was gone. When Song Ye put on his makeup again and went out, he happened to see his next door neighbor coming back.
A woman dressed in black walked in with an ugly face, carrying a bloody human head, and her walking posture was awkward.
Song Ye, who had been an aunt for two generations combined, knew the tricks the woman used to perform her mission as soon as she saw the hickey on her neck and her walking posture.
He frowned slightly in his heart, thinking that among the killers trained by Bianhua, many women also relied on this trick to win unexpectedly. Song Ye felt that although the two sisters of the Ye family had very different personalities, their methods were very similar.
Seeing such a bloody scene so early in the morning really ruined my mood.
Song Ye stood there without speaking. When the other party passed by, he glanced over and saw her miserable face. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Are you new?"
Song Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the head dripping with blood on the ground. He didn't want to say anything and nodded without replying.
If you can really make small talk in this kind of situation, that's a talent.
"Haha, I'm not surprised, but you should be smarter." The other party also knew that Song Ye was in a bad mood, and the smile on the corner of his lips was still hanging, and he said in a hoarse voice: "The Ye family never raises useless people."
After saying that, the woman carried the head like a lunch box into the house, slammed the door, and the courtyard became quiet again except for the smell of blood all over the floor.
Song Ye walked away from the pool of blood in disgust, threw away his hands and went directly to the kitchen.
In order to prevent outsiders from disturbing the rest of the people in the inner room, a kitchen was built in each courtyard, and everyone could open the fire themselves if they did not want to go out to eat.
Song Ye has been eating from a big pot since he called here, and his picky taste buds can't help but protest.
I got up early today and cooked rice porridge and fried a few vegetarian dishes to go with it. My quick hands and feet only took ten minutes to arrange everything.
As soon as they were put on the table, a figure walked in from outside, it was the woman they had just met.
At this moment, she had finished dressing up, removed the smell of blood all over her body, and put on light makeup. After coming in, she sat lazily at the other end of the table, raised her eyelids and looked at Song Ye, "Do you mind taking a bite together?"
The person asked politely, but Song Ye couldn't finish the meal himself, so he brought over an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks.
Two strangers who didn't even know each other's names had breakfast together, but the scene was surprisingly harmonious.
"Your cooking is very delicious. If you want to apply for transfer to the kitchen, I can help you. It will be considered as a reward for the meal." The woman suddenly said after finishing the meal. Listening to this tone, he thought that being transferred to the kitchen was a great thing and Song Ye needed to be grateful.
"No need." Song Ye declined lightly, wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up, "You wash the dishes."
With that said, the person was already walking outside. At this time, it was time to go find An Mo to inquire about the situation.
After discussing with Qin Zhan last night, she and Qin Zhan both felt that An Mo was the only breakthrough in the Ye family's inner room, and they might be able to cooperate or take advantage of it.
But before she stepped out of the kitchen door, her vision went dark, but the woman stepped forward to block her again, stared at her face, shook her head and sighed, "Tsk, tsk, look at your face, I don't know who asked you to come in to die. . In this inner room, everyone has a mission. Failure to complete the mission will lead to death. With your face, I am afraid it will be difficult to go out to meet people. Or you still have a chance to be transferred to the disciple hall. "
The woman didn't have any ill intentions, she just felt that Song Ye's appearance was difficult for him to do the job in the inner room.
"No need, you wash the dishes." Song Ye didn't appreciate it. After avoiding her, he emphasized her next work again.
The woman looked at the pots and pans on the table, curled her lips, and rolled up her sleeves reluctantly.
After washing the dishes and going out, he saw Song Ye standing in the yard, talking to An Mo. Two slender figures, both dressed in black, stood side by side. An Mo's cold aura was strong, and Song Ye Jing looked no less impressive.
Seeing the woman appear, An Mo seemed to have thought of something and said, "Xinyue, you take Song Ling to the disciple hall for class today. I still have a mission."
The woman known as Xinyue was stunned for a moment, then became a little unhappy, "Huh? It's rare for me to have a day off."
No one wants to be squeezed out of this rest time.
"This is an order." An Mo had a cold look on his face. He didn't care what charming skills the woman was showing there. He dropped a few cold words and turned around to leave.
After he left, Xinyue curled her lips, her eyes full of contempt and disgust, "It's just a thing to sleep with a woman, no one can be better than the other, a weakling, a pretty face."