Chapter 703: Human head

Song Ye's character is very much like a boy, strong and resolute, never giving in to compromise, like a rigid sword.
Such girls are often vulnerable and can't please the elders.
But Qin Zhan is such a stubborn woman who loves misery.
He leaned over to kiss the girl in front of him, but felt that she was about to dodge, Qin Zhan's eyes were frozen, his shot was like lightning, and he took the first step to control her back, and pulled the person directly in front of him. Staring deeply, "Xiaoye, what happened to you today?"
From the moment he discovered Song Ye's dodge, it puzzled him.
"Ahem ..." Song Ye was awkwardly stiff, and said for a long time, "I didn't wash my face."
Because he had been thinking about things and hadn't expected that Qin Zhan would come to steal incense and jade in the middle of the night, Song Ye was still wearing a pockmarked face half-red, and it was clear and ugly in the dim moonlight.
Qin Zhan suddenly realized that he couldn't help chuckling and revealing pleasure. He leaned down and covered the girl's lips, and then put his forehead on her forehead without disappointment. His eyes were opposite and his voice was low and magnetic. "You are still you. They are the same to me."
His original intention was to say that no matter what Song Ye became like, he would not dislike each other and would accept her.
But the man's love story is still in the learning stage, and it is inevitable that it is a bit biased.
Song Ye sounded like the other person's face was blind. Seeing her face was as good as the beauty of flowers.
In order to perfectly avoid the investigation of Ye family, Song Ye's face camouflage was so difficult that he couldn't bear to look directly into the mirror.
Qin Zhan also kissed like this, the taste is really not ordinary.
She groaned like this, and finally she got out of bed to wash off the camouflage on her face.
Qin Zhan leaning on the bedside turned to look at her slender back, all eyes were smiling.
It is clear that there are so many people in the disciples contest today. The girls can withstand so many people's pointing and can't change their faces, and they are indifferent to it, but now they are red-eared in front of him.
It is said that women are the ones who please themselves, and that is true.
It was a good night's sleep. At dawn, the man who stayed in the night was already gone. When Song Ye put on his makeup and went out, he saw the neighbor next door back.
A woman in black carried a head and walked in with an ugly complexion, walking in an awkward posture.
Song Ye, the two generations together, is a big sister. When you see this neck kiss mark and walking posture, you know what tricks the woman used to perform the task.
My heart frowned slightly, thinking of the other side of Hua Anhua's training killing, many women also rely on this trick to win an extraordinary victory, Song Ye felt that although the sisters of the Ye family have very different personalities, the methods in their bones are very similar.
Seeing such a picture early in the morning really ruined the mood.
Song Ye stood there and didn't speak. The other side glanced over as she passed by, seeing her awful face, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "New?"
Song Ye looked down at the human head dripping with blood on the ground, unwilling to say more, nodded and didn't answer.
It's the talent that can really gossip in this kind of scene.
"Oh, not strange, but you, be smart." The other party also knew Song Ye Ying, the smile on the corner of his lips was still hanging, his voice was hoarse: "The Ye family never raises waste."
After speaking, the woman entered the room with her head as if holding a lunch box, and slammed the door shut. The smell of the ground was restored to quietness in the courtyard.
Song Ye walked away from the pool of blood in disgust, and flew to the kitchen directly.
In order to prevent outsiders from disturbing people in the inner room to rest, kitchens were built in each courtyard, and everyone opened fire by themselves without wanting to eat.
Song Ye has been eating cauldron rice since he came here, and the discerning taste buds can't help but protest.
Today I woke up early and boiled rice porridge, fried a few vegetarian dishes, and my hands and feet were just busy for ten minutes to arrange everything.
As soon as I moved on to the table, people came in from outside. It was the woman who had just met.
At this moment, she had finished her grooming, removed her smell, and put on light makeup. After entering, she sat lazily at the other end of the table, narrowed her eyes and looked at Song Ye, "Would you mind taking a bite?"
People asked politely, Song Ye couldn't finish himself, so he brought an extra pair of dishes.
Two strangers who did n’t even know their names had breakfast together, but the picture was unexpectedly harmonious.
"Your cooking is very delicious. If you don't apply for transfer to the house, I can help you. It's a reward for the dinner." The woman said suddenly after eating. Listening to this tone, it is a good thing to be transferred to the house, it also needs Song Ye to appreciate it.
"No," Song Ye said faintly, rubbing his lips and getting up. "You wash the dishes."
With that said, people are already going outside, and at this point in time, they should go to Anm to inquire about the situation.
After discussing with Qin Zhan last night, she felt that An Ye was the only breakthrough in the inner room of the Ye family, and she could cooperate or use it.
It's just that the steps haven't stepped out of the kitchen door, and the eyes are dark, but it's the woman who stands back and stares at her face and sighs. In this inner room, everyone has a mission. If you ca n’t complete the mission, there is only a dead end. I'm afraid it's hard to go out and meet people. Or you still have the opportunity to deploy to the disciples hall. "
Women are not malicious, but just think that Song Ye's skin is difficult to do the job of the interior.
"No need, you wash the dishes." Song Ye didn't appreciate it. After bypassing her, she emphasized her next job again.
The woman looked at the pots and pans on the table, put aside her lips, unwillingly rolled up her sleeves and started.
When I washed the dishes and went out, I saw Song Ye standing in the yard and talking to An Mo. The two slender figures were standing together side by side in black clothes. Ye actually did not look inferior.
Seeing the woman appear, Anmo seemed to think something, and said, "New moon, you took Song Ling to the disciples today for class, and I still have a task."
The woman known as the new moon froze, and was a little unhappy, "Well? I have a rare day off."
This rest time has to be squeezed and no one wants to.
"This is an order." Anmo looked coldly, no matter what kind of feats the woman did, left a few hard words, and turned and left.
After he left, Xinyue poked his lips, and his eyes were full of disdain and disgust, "It's just a thing to accompany a woman to sleep. Who can be stronger than anyone, cartilage, white face."