Chapter 520: Fighting or what

Originally, the seven of Zhao Chongbin were still introspecting themselves in the low mood of defeat. As a result, they saw Qin Zhan also came over the next second, and also folded their sleeves.
Song Ye also fixed his eyes on the other side, with the solemn killing on his face, saying that falling in love is definitely impossible.
"Every time." Seeing that the seven had no eyesight, Song Ye had to open his mouth slightly to clear the field.
After learning about it, Zhao Chongbin was a spirit, and quickly stood under the light of fire, and the seven of them stood against the wall as if they were torches.
Song Ye didn't have time to deal with them anymore, and his eyes locked on the man's strong posture. I felt that it was just an appetizer just now, and he was ready to start after warming up.
In Song Ye's memory, as long as the couple hurried in the hotel room in the night when they first met, Qin Zhan was not willing to start, and she has always been curious about the strength of the other.
The memory of Qin Zhan's real battle with Song Ye was in an abandoned prison one year ago. At that time, Song Ye was injured and eager to get away, and he was not playing enough.
Today it is rare that each other is in good shape, and both sides are eager to try.
The top killer trained by Bi Anhua and the leader of the Eagle Group, a famous Chinese combat team, can do better.
In the moment when the two played against each other, Zhao Chongbin couldn't help holding his breath, watching the two of you come and see me, every punch can hit the dull sound, and every foot can Wind rolled up.
Qin Zhan is tall, but his muscles are very tough. He can respond quickly, and his moves are very practical.
Song Ye is flexible and concealed. He is a master of tricks and tricky. He also emphasizes on actual combat tricks. The two sides have been fighting together for an hour without discrimination.
After a long battle, he entered a state of stalemate. Qin Zhan may not have experienced such a sweaty battle for a long time, and Song Ye also enjoyed the fun of his opponents.
Finally, at a moment when the fire was extinguished, light and shadow passed over Song Ye's eyes, and sweat penetrated into her eyes accidentally. She blinked subconsciously, and her action was slow.
However, the gap between the shots successfully allowed Qin Zhan to catch the loopholes. The wrists and shoulders were controlled at the same time. After the standard gripper was pressed, a fierce force slammed Song Ye to keep him from moving.
Song Ye frowned, and the whole person turned to the knee socket of the other person through a flexible spin, even if your muscles are copper walls and iron walls, they can't hold nerve stimulation.
Qin Zhan frowned immediately, and when his fingertips touched Song Ye's neck by mistake, he found that the top was already wet- 漉-漉. As soon as his heart moved, his body pressed against the other side.
The floor has been cleaned very cleanly, but it will still be cold in the winter. If it wasn't for Qin Zhan to take care of Song Ye's pads under her, Song Ye wouldn't have noticed that the man was slipping his head.
"Get up." Song Ye moved the corner of his mouth and silently issued a warning.
The two had just finished playing, and the temperature and breathing of their bodies had not been adjusted. Qin Zhan felt that he was a stove, Song Ye was a stove with his own aroma, and his cheeks were flushing. The pressure-under-body-feel was quite good. At this time, if you can take advantage of it, you can't get up, not only can't get up, he still has the heart to do something.
The corners of his eyes swept over the seven people standing at the root of the wall, and Qin Zhan commanded in a deep voice: "cover his eyes."
Xu was too majestic in his body, and several people were shocked by the sudden change of the style of painting, so they subconsciously covered their eyes and swallowed at the same time. They would not hear anything later. -Oh-no-should move.
Song Ye looked at the man's deep gaze, and kept staring at her lips tightly. She unconsciously drew the corners of her mouth. The moment she lowered her head, she blocked it in time, leaning her head and screaming coldly, "All go out."
"Yes." The seven of Zhao Chongbin had long been unable to stay with red ears. They were single dogs who hadn't married their wives, and didn't want to be stuffed with dog food.
And Song Ye did not show any interest in performing live broadcasts before her hands. When the door closed, she narrowed her eyes, flashed a dangerous signal, and moved at her feet, slamming directly under the man. She didn't want to hurt anyone. Want to drive him away.
It is a pity that Qin Zhan had taken precautions. He changed his angle and took a clip of his legs to remove Song Ye's attack. He grabbed it with his big hand and fixed the two small slender wrists directly on his head.
"You're not careful." Song Ye looked at him coldly, but he bit his back molars when he spoke. She has a hundred species that can let this stinky exile go down from her body.
"I guess, you can't bear it." Qin Zhan looked down, his face was still serious, and his tone was calm as if he had assigned training tasks on the school yard. Unfortunately, speaking and doing things at this time were completely different styles.
In such deep and persistent eyes, Song Ye couldn't stop blushing, and didn't know whether he was stopped by the other person's ears or the mind was focused. He simply turned his face away and didn't look at him.
Qin Zhan gave a low smile, lowered his head again, and dropped the mouth on her red ear without any hindrance, while still asking, "Did you just hurt you?"
It hurts, naturally refers to the friction in the fight.
But in this situation, Song Ye was still dull and couldn't help but think of this guy intentionally, so he kept silent and ignored her.
"Hehe ... little ghost ..." It seemed as if he stepped into the trap of a cunning hunter, and the man's low smile accompanied by warm-hot exhalation-sucking into his ears, itching seemed to be able to penetrate the bone marrow.
Calling her a little ghost at this time could not help but make Song Ye fantasize that she was a man dressed as a woman. She looked at the man on her side slightly, her voice was dull, "When you were your brother, you did the same to me. Do you want to kiss? Just hug.
"No." Qin Zhan came together with a smile on her mouth remembering good memories, which brought a hint of slyness to Song Ye's lips, and said lowly, "It used to be secretly, now it's bright and upright." of."
"You ... 唔 ......" The words behind were blocked directly, Song Ye stared at the man in front of her, and then left indifferently, her wrists climbed up to his shoulders, and she looked a little confused under the guidance of the man. Drunk, but could not help but sigh.
She was not greedy for the past, but at this moment in the arms of a man, she wanted to retrieve those memories that belonged to the two.
The setting sun fell, and the room was stained with red clouds by the screens, falling on a pair of affectionate figures.
At this moment, the Qin family had fallen into a huge storm. The dull and depressed atmosphere condensed above the entire Qin Mansion, and no one dared to make a sound outside the room.
Qi Ke'er sneaked aside and looked at the paper on the desktop in shock. It was unbelievable that Qin Zhan would do such a thing.