Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Song Ye's character is very boyish, he is strong and resolute, never giving in and compromising, like a hard sword.

Such girls are often easy to suffer, and they cannot please their elders.

But Qin Zhan loved her so stubbornly.

He leaned over to kiss the girl in front of him, but he felt that she was about to dodge. Qin Zhan's eyes narrowed, and his shot was as fast as lightning. He grabbed the back of her head with his big palm and pulled the person directly in front of him. Staring deeply, "Xiaoye, what happened to you today?"

He had discovered Song Ye's dodging just now, which made him very puzzled.

"Cough cough..." Song Ye stiffened awkwardly for a long time, and said, "I haven't washed off my face."

Because I have been thinking about things, I did not expect that Qin Zhan would come to steal incense and jade in the middle of the night, so Song Ye is still wearing a pockmarked face and half of his face is red, which is very clear and ugly under the hazy moonlight.

Qin Zhan suddenly realized, he couldn't help laughing softly, his chest heaving and revealing pleasure, he leaned over to hold the girl's lips, and then put his forehead on her forehead without disdain, his eyes were facing each other, his voice was low and magnetic Said: "You are still you, in my eyes the same."

His original intention was to say that no matter what Song Ye became, he would not despise the other party and would accept her.

But the man's love story is still in the learning stage, and it is inevitable that there is a little deviation.

No matter how Song Ye sounds, it sounds like the other party is blind. Seeing her pockmarked face is on the same level as her beauty.

In order to perfectly avoid the Ye family's detection, Song Ye's disguise was so hard that he couldn't bear to look directly in the mirror.

Qin Zhan also kisses like this, the taste is really not ordinary.

She complained like this in her heart, and finally she got out of bed to wash off the disguise on her face.

Qin Zhan, who was leaning on the head of the bed, turned his face to look at her slender back, and his eyes were full of smiles.

It is clear that there are so many people in today's disciple competition, and the girl can't change her face after being pointed by so many people.

It is said that women are the ones who please themselves, and it is true that they are true.

A good night's sleep, the man who slept in the boudoir had already left when it was dawn, and when Song Ye put on makeup again and went out, he happened to see the neighbor next door coming back.

A woman in black carried a bloody head, walked in with an ugly face, and walked in an awkward posture.

Song Ye, who has two generations together, is an auntie. As soon as he sees the hickey on his neck and his walking posture, he knows what tricks the woman uses to perform the task.

He frowned slightly, thinking that among the killers trained by the other side flower, many women also used this trick to win. Song Ye felt that although the two sisters of the Ye family had different personalities, their methods were very similar.

Seeing such a bloody scene early in the morning really ruined my mood.

Song Ye stood there and didn't speak. The other party glanced over when he passed by, and saw her horrific face, with a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth, "New here?"

Song Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the head dripping blood on the ground. He didn't want to say more, nodded and didn't answer.

In such a scene, it is a talent to be able to chat.

"Hehe, it's not surprising, it's you, be smart." The other party also knew that Song Ye responded, the smile on the corner of his lips was still hanging, and his voice was hoarse: "The Ye family never raises the disabled."

After speaking, the woman carried the head into the house like carrying a lunch box, slammed the door shut, and the courtyard became quiet again except for the bloody smell on the ground.

Song Ye walked away from the pool of blood in disgust, and went straight 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 opened fire if they didn’t want to go out to eat.

Song Ye has been eating a big pot of rice since he came here, and his picky taste buds couldn't help but protest.

I woke up early today and cooked rice porridge, fried a few vegetarian dishes to match, and I was quick and easy, but it took ten minutes to arrange everything.

As soon as it was put on the table, a figure walked in outside, it was the woman who had just met.

At this moment, she has finished grooming, got rid of the smell of blood all over her body, and put on light makeup. After she came in, she sat lazily at the other end of the table, raised her eyelids and looked at Song Ye, "Do you mind having a bite together?"

People asked politely, but Song Ye couldn't finish it himself, so he brought an extra set of bowls and chopsticks.

Two strangers who don't even know each other's names have breakfast together, but the picture is unexpectedly harmonious.

"You cook very delicious. If you don't apply for transfer to the kitchen, I can help you. It's a reward for inviting you to eat." The woman suddenly said after finishing her meal. Listening to this tone, it is a great good thing to be transferred to the kitchen, and Song Ye needs to be grateful.

"No need." Song Ye flatly declined, wiping the corners of his mouth and getting up, "You wash the dishes."

Having said that, people are already going outside. At this time, they should go to An Mo to inquire about the situation.

After discussing with Qin Zhan last night, she felt that An Mo was the only breakthrough in the Ye family's inner room, and she might be able to cooperate or use it.

It's just that before she stepped out of the kitchen door, it was dark in front of her eyes, but the woman came over again, stared at her face and shook her head and sighed, "Tsk tsk, look at your face, I don't know who sent you in to die. In this inner room, everyone has a mission. If you can't complete the mission, there is only a dead end. With your face, it's hard to go out and meet people. Or you still have a chance to be assigned to the disciple hall. "

The woman didn't have any ill will, she just felt that Song Ye's appearance was very difficult to do the work in the inner room.

"No need, you wash the dishes." Song Ye didn't appreciate it. After bypassing her, he emphasized her next job again.

The woman looked at the pots and pans on the table, pouted, and reluctantly rolled up her sleeves and started.

When he washed the dishes and went out, he saw Song Ye standing in the yard, talking to An Mo. Two slender figures in black were standing side by side. An Mo's cold aura was strong, while Song Ye actually looks no less.

Seeing the woman appearing, An Mo seemed to think of something and said, "Xinyue, you take Song Ling to the disciple hall today, I still have a task."

The woman known as the new moon was taken aback for a moment, and then she was a little unhappy, "Huh? It's rare for me to take a day off."

This rest time has to be squeezed, and no one wants to.

"This is an order." An Mo's face was cold, and he didn't care what kind of charm the woman was doing there. He dropped the cold words and turned away.

After he left, Xinyue pouted, her eyes full of contempt and disgust, "It's just something to sleep with a woman, who can be stronger than the other, stubborn, little white face."