After leaving the Martial Arts Hobby Club, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke returned home directly, planning to go to the supermarket on the weekend, that is, two days after tomorrow, to store ingredients for next Monday's New Year and birthday. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Yan Zheke, who took a bath, dried his hair, and changed into refreshing home clothes, stood in front of the bed, spread his hands, fell back, and fell comfortably into the quilt, and then shouted coquettishly: "Orange Orange, I'll sleep first, you come and help me massage, press until I fall asleep~"

"Okay. Lou Cheng leaned over with a smile, controlled his body, and struck a shock with the most suitable force, relieving the tension and deep exhaustion of the girl's muscles, and making her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

"Point up, point up, yes, yes, right here, it's sore, it's sore, it's sore, it's sore, it's so sour, it's ...... pity my old waist," Yan Zheke instructed the activities of the "exclusive masseuse".

Before the words fell, she suddenly noticed that Lou Cheng's movements had paused, and let out two muffled laughs.

...... The girl was dazed at first, then came to her senses, buried her face in the pillow, slammed it hard, and said viciously:

"It's not all you!"

Lou Cheng was busy apologizing "seriously", and his techniques became more and more exquisite, and it didn't take long for Yan Zheke to relax all over his body, fatigue and slow hair, and he became sleepy.

After pressing it for a while, the girl breathed steadily and fell into a deep sleep, Lou Cheng withdrew his hands and lay down to the side, planning to play with his mobile phone and go to the lawn outside to do a temper.

As soon as he put on a pose, Yan Zheke seemed to have installed an automatic radar, and he rolled over and came up, his arm around his chest, and his right leg was raised, resting on his knee a little higher.

In an instant, Lou Chengcheng encountered a "five-flower tie", and the "culprit" black long and thin eyelashes did not shake a little, and a good dream was in full swing.

"Keke slept so soundly......" Lou Cheng smiled at the girl's quiet and beautiful face.

Looking at it, he suddenly felt a little sleepy.

I slept so comfortably...... It's so relaxing...... Just relax...... Pine......

Lou Cheng didn't resist the call, hugged Yan Zheke, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took to sleep, when Lou Cheng woke up, it was dark outside, and it was quiet all around, only a faint light passed through the window without a curtain, sprinkling a faint layer of glow on the room.

“...... What time is it?" Yan Zheke opened his eyes in a daze and asked casually.

Lou Cheng smiled lazily: "It's just dark, it's past six o'clock." ”

"Hmm. Yan Zheke changed his posture, lay side by side with Lou Cheng, and said in a lazy tone, "I'm a little hungry......

"Mine has protested. Lou Cheng looked sideways at the girl's small and delicate ears.

"Let's wait and don't make any troublesome dishes, thaw the meat, cut everything, roast it to eat, there are several dipping sauces from Xiushan, Songcheng, Dongying, and Goryeo at home, you can choose~" Yan Zheke planned generously, "Wash some vegetable leaves again, and wrap them when you are tired ......of eating them."

As she spoke, she suddenly bit her lip and said "aggrieved": "But I don't want to do anything......?

"As it happens, so did I. Lou Cheng felt that he was captured by the little fairy and the quilt.

"Do you want to starve your wife to death?" Yan Zheke snorted.

“...... I'll get up, I'll get up right away!" Lou Cheng struggled to turn around and get out of the bed, only to find that the girl also sat up.

Seeing his surprised and puzzled expression, Yan Zheke raised his chin, looked to the side and said:

"I have to supervise you!"

said that she was overseer, but she dominated the whole process, she was busy not talking, and she ordered this and that for a while, and waited until the power was plugged in and the meat in the baking pot sizzled, and it was over.

The surroundings were peaceful, the lights were warm, and the smell of meat was permeating, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke glanced at each other, smiled and raised their glasses, and touched the drink.

Life may often be moved, and that is enough.

"Don't over-cook the beef, the fat of the beef is easy to 'slag', and the taste will become hard......," the girl recalls her past experience, digging into the experience of barbecue, and trying to make herself appear omnipotent.

I'm Coach Yan!

Halfway through eating, Lou Cheng paused abruptly and turned his head to look at the door.

"What's wrong?" Yan Zheke asked blankly.

"Someone approached. Lou Cheng stood up and walked towards the door, his posture relaxed, not aware of danger.

After ten or twenty seconds, the doorbell rang, and he counted three times and opened the door.

Standing outside was a middle-aged man wearing a tuxedo with a black background, a bow tie of the same color, and a neat shirt.

"Hello, is it Mr. Lou Cheng?"

"Yes. Lou Cheng looked at each other suspiciously, not knowing why.

The middle-aged man handed over an invitation card with both hands, and replied with a smile:

"My host would like to invite Mr. Lou to attend the dinner on the weekend, if you can, I hope you can have a gladiatorial fight with him and have a friendly exchange, which will not be public, only for the guests of the dinner to watch. ”

Lou Cheng thought about it, took the invitation, opened it, and found the fist logo of the "Mercedes" fighting arena clenching the trident, the location of the manor where the dinner was held, the specific time, and the signatory.

"Brandon......" Lou Cheng pronounced the name and knew who it was.

He looked up at the middle-aged man, nodded in his top hat, and said:

"I'll be on time. ”

"Thank you. The middle-aged man touched his chest with his right hand and bowed.

Seeing him leave, Lou Cheng closed the door and met Coach Yan's scrutinizing gaze.

"What's the matter?" Yan Zheke only vaguely heard "dinner" and "gladiatorial fight".

"Brandon from the 'Gruka' faction wanted to challenge me at a high-profile dinner. Lou Cheng smiled indifferently.

Blanton is the most popular martial artist in the "Mercedes" fighting arena in recent years, and at the age of only 22, he has become a veteran, equivalent to a non-human, and has just turned 24 this year, and is a rising star in the forefront of the entire United States.

His father, Adrian, is also a veteran martial artist, the middle-aged white man he saw wielding a big sword when Lou Cheng first arrived at the "Mercedes" fighting ring.

And a pair of "seniors" also established the status of the Jackson family in Cannes!

"When?" Yan Zheke asked with great interest and bright eyes.

This kind of formal challenge, security must be guaranteed, especially since the two sides are still at the inhuman level and have strong control, so she is not worried.

"Tomorrow night. Lou Cheng was very eager to learn American movies, bent down and stretched out his hand, "Madam, are you willing to go with me?"

"Couldn't be more than happy. Yan Zheke smiled and handed his hand over.

............

At seven o'clock in the evening of the next day, the young couple drove to the riverside manor in the clothes of the martial arts club of Songda's main stadium, and entered the banquet hall under the guidance of the servants.

The clouds and temples are towering, and the smell of perfume makes Lou Cheng's nose itch a little, and he wants to sneeze.

He and Yan Zheke's dress was not rude, because the host of the banquet was also dressed in a fighting costume.

Blanton stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of champagne with golden wine, and raised it to Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke with a smile.

He has black hair and brown eyes, a tall figure, knotted muscles, skin that is close to bronze, and the whole person is full of strength and oppression.

Taking a sip of wine, Brandon smiled from afar:

"Is it going to be an 'opening dance' for everyone, or is it the end?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the open-air arena outside, lest the building become a misunderstanding, where the lights were shining like daylight, and there were huge stone pillars that were very similar to ancient Rome.

"I don't have a problem. Lou Cheng replied with a smile.

"So for now, I can't wait. Blanton smiled apologetically.

The conversation between the two attracted the attention of the guests, and their eyes were cast on them, all of them full of interest.

Lou Cheng glanced around, and asked in a deep voice:

"Where's the referee?"

"Referees?" Brandon shrugged, "I hate referees. ”

"Formal challenges have to be refereed, otherwise I'd rather not accept them. Lou Cheng firmly expressed his opinion.

Brandon immediately showed a funny look:

"As a good martial artist, how can you rely on the protection of the referee? Could it be that without the referee, you are afraid, timid, and retreating? Have you forgotten that martial arts is an art used on the battlefield, and you have forgotten the boiling blood and the courage of manhood?"

"Only those who are accustomed to fighting without any protection are real men, real warriors, and if you admit that you are a boy who will cry in your mother's arms, a shameful coward, then you can go!"

Hearing this, Yan Zheke became angry namelessly, and his body trembled slightly.

"Let's go. Lou Cheng pulled her down, turned around calmly, and walked towards the gate.

If I hadn't experienced those few battles of life and death, I would definitely be enraged by now, but the more I experienced the taste of wandering on the edge of death, the more I didn't want to take the initiative to try.

I'm not afraid, but that doesn't mean I like it.

Since my martial arts training, all my no-referee battles are either absolutely certain, or I am forced to be passively involved, how can I take the initiative to jump into a dangerous situation?

This is completely contrary to my martial will!

I'm not protecting face!

Yan Zheke followed two steps blankly, and suddenly calmed down in the surprised eyes of the guests, and held Lou Cheng's hand tighter, only to feel that he had more courage than accepting the challenge.

"Okay. At this time, Blanton, who was behind him, clapped his hands and sighed, "I can only force myself, Mr. Polk, please be the referee of today's battle." ”

Lou Cheng stopped, turned his body, and calmly met the eyes of the cowards.

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