The master of the reborn business girl

Chapter 688
Song Ye's personality is very boyish, strong and resolute, never giving in and compromising, like a hard sword.

Such girls are often at a disadvantage and cannot please the elders.

But Qin Zhan loves 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 were fixed, and his strike was as fast as lightning. Staring deeply, "Xiaoye, what happened to you today?"

He had discovered Song Ye's dodge from just now, which puzzled him very much.

"Ahem..." Song Ye stiffened in embarrassment, and it took a long time before he said, "I haven't washed off my face."

Because I kept thinking about things, I didn't expect that Qin Zhan would come to steal incense and jade in the middle of the night, so Song Ye still had a pockmarked face and half of his face was red, and he could see clearly and ugly under the hazy moonlight.

Qin Zhan suddenly realized, couldn't help chuckling, his chest heaved and revealed joy, he leaned over to cover the girl's lips, and then pressed his forehead against hers without hesitation, his eyes met, his voice was low and magnetic Said: "You are still you, it is 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 the man's love story is still in the learning stage, so it is inevitable that there is a little deviation.

No matter how Song Ye sounds, it seems that the other party is blind, but her pockmarked face is at the same level as her beauty.

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

Qin Zhan can still kiss like this, the taste is really not ordinary.

Complaining like this in her heart, she finally got out of bed to wash off the camouflage on her face.

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

It was clear that there were so many people in the disciple competition today, and the girl could not change her face after being pointed at by so many people, and took it indifferently, but now her ears were red because of being in front of him.

It is said that women are the ones who please themselves, and they are really right.

A good night's sleep. At dawn, the man who stayed in the boudoir had already left. When Song Ye put on her makeup again and went out, she happened to see the neighbor coming back.

A woman in black walked in with an ugly face holding a bloody head, her walking posture was awkward.

Song Ye, whose two lives add up to being an aunt, knew what kind of tricks the woman used to perform the task when she saw the hickey mark on her neck and her walking posture.

Frowning slightly in his heart, he thought that among the killers trained by Bi'anhua, many women also relied on this trick to win by surprise. Song Ye felt that although the two sisters of the Ye family had very different personalities, their methods were very similar in their bones.

Seeing such a bloody scene 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 horrific face, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "Are you new here?"

Song Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the head dripping blood on the ground, unwilling to say more, nodded and did not answer.

Those who can really chat in such a situation are talents.

"Hehe, it's not surprising, but you, be smart." The other party also knew that Song Ye was responding, the smile still hung on the corner of his lips, and said hoarsely: "The Ye family never raises useless people."

After finishing speaking, the woman carried the head into the house like a lunch box, and closed the door with a bang, and the courtyard was quiet again except for the smell of blood all over the floor.

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 is built in each courtyard, and everyone can start the fire by themselves if they don't want to go out to eat.

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

I got up early today and cooked rice porridge, fried a few vegetarian dishes to match, and arranged everything after 10 minutes of busy work.

As soon as the table was moved, a figure walked in from the outside, it was the woman I had just met.

At this moment, she had finished washing, got rid of the bloody smell 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?"

The person asked politely, and Song Ye couldn't finish eating by 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 surprisingly harmonious.

"You cook delicious food. If you want to apply for a transfer to the kitchen, I can help you. It's a reward for treating you to dinner." The woman suddenly said after finishing her meal.Hearing this tone, it is a great thing to be transferred to the kitchen, and Song Ye needs to be grateful.

"No need." Song Ye flatly refused, wiped the corners of his mouth and got up, "You wash the dishes."

As he said that, he was about to go outside. At this point in time, he should also go to An Mo to find out about the situation.

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

It's just that the footsteps have not yet stepped out of the kitchen door, and the eyes are dark, but the woman dodged to block it again, staring at her face and shaking her head, sighing, "Tsk tsk, look at your face, I don't know who asked you to come in to die .In this inner room, everyone has to perform missions. If you fail to complete the mission, you will only die. With your face, I am afraid it will be difficult to go out to meet people. Maybe you still have a chance to be transferred to the Disciple Hall. "

The woman didn't have any malicious intentions, but she felt that Song Ye's appearance was not suitable for the work in the inner room.

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

The woman looked at the pots and pans on the table, curled her lips, and rolled up her sleeves unwillingly.

After washing the dishes and going out, I saw Song Ye standing in the yard, talking to An Mo, two slender figures dressed in black standing side by side, An Mo's cold aura was strong, while Song Ye Ye actually looked no less impressive.

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

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

This rest time has to be squeezed, no one is willing.

"This is an order." An Mo's face was cold, and she didn't care what kind of charm the woman was doing there, she left a few cold words, turned around and left.

After he left, Xinyue curled her lips, her eyes were full of contempt and disgust, "It's just a thing for sleeping with women, who can beat anyone, soft bones, little boy."

(End of this chapter)