After leaving the fighting club, Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke returned home directly, planning to go shopping in the supermarket over the weekend, two days after tomorrow, to stock up on ingredients for the New Year and birthday next Monday.
After taking a shower, drying her hair, and changing into fresh home clothes, Yan Zheke stood in front of the bed, opened her hands, leaned back, fell into the bed comfortably, and then shouted coquettishly: "Orange
Chengzi, I’ll take a nap first, you can massage me until I fall asleep~”
"Okay." Lou Cheng leaned over with a smile, controlled his body, and used the most suitable force to hit the vibration, soothing the girl's muscle tension and deep-seated fatigue, making her narrow her eyes with satisfaction.
"Point it up, point it up, yes, yes, right here, right here in the waist, it's so sore, hiss, it's so sore, pity my old waist..." Yan Zheke guided the activities of the "exclusive masseur".
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed that Lou Cheng's movements had paused, and he let out two muffled laughs.
...The girl was confused at first, then woke up, buried her face in the pillow, punched the side hard, and said viciously:
"It's not all you!"
Lou Cheng hurriedly apologized "seriously", his technique became more and more sophisticated. It didn't take long for Yan Zheke to relax, fatigue slowly set in, and sleepiness brewed.
After pressing for a while, he saw that the girl's breathing was steady and she had entered a deep sleep. Lou Cheng took back his hands and lay on his side. He planned to play with his phone for a while before going to the lawn outside to do some exercise.
As soon as he took the posture, Yan Zheke turned over and came closer, as if he had installed an automatic radar. He put his arms around his chest, raised his right leg, and rested it on his knee a little higher.
In an instant, Lou Cheng was "tied up", and the "culprit"'s long black and thin eyelashes did not sway at all, and he was having a good dream.
"Keke sleeps so soundly..." Lou Cheng looked at the girl's peaceful and beautiful face with a smile.
As he watched, he suddenly felt a little sleepy.
I slept so comfortably... This kind of life is really relaxing... relaxing... relaxing...
Lou Cheng did not resist the call, hugged Yan Zheke, closed his eyes, and fell into sleep.
I don't know how long it took for me to sleep. When Lou Cheng woke up, it was already dark outside and everything was quiet. Only the faint light filtered through the uncurtained window, casting a faint glow on the room.
"...What time is it?" Yan Zheke opened his eyes drowsily and asked casually.
Lou Cheng smiled lazily and said, "It's just getting dark, around six o'clock, I guess."
"Yeah." Yan Zheke changed his position and lay side by side with Lou Cheng, saying in a lazy tone, "I'm a little hungry..."
"I have already issued a protest." Lou Cheng turned his head and looked at the girl's small and delicate ears.
"Let's not make any troublesome dishes later. Thaw the meat, cut everything, and bake it to eat. We have several dipping sauces from Xiushan, Songcheng, Japan, and Korea. You can choose whatever you want~" Yan Zhe
Ke planned generously, "Wash some more vegetable leaves and wrap them up when you're tired of them..."
As she spoke, she suddenly bit her lower lip and said aggrievedly: "But what should I do if I don't want to move? I just want to lie down like this..."
"What a coincidence, so am I." Lou Cheng felt that he was captured by both 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 bed, but found that the girl also sat up.
Seeing his surprised and confused expression, Yan Zheke raised his chin, looked to the side and said:
"I have to supervise you!"
She was said to be supervising, but she took the lead in the whole process. She was busy doing things without saying anything, and she was giving orders here and there. It was only when the power was plugged in and the meat in the roasting pan was sizzling that it came to an end.
The surroundings were peaceful, the lights were warm, and the aroma of meat filled the air. Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke looked at each other, raised their glasses with a smile, and touched the drinks lightly.
Life can never be touched often, this is enough.
"Don't grill it too well. The fatter parts of the beef are prone to 'slag' and the texture will become tough..." The girl recalled her past experiences, dug into her experience of grilling meat, and tried to make herself appear to be omnipotent.
I'm Coach Yan!
Halfway through eating, Lou Cheng suddenly paused and turned to look at the door.
"What's wrong?" Yan Zheke asked blankly.
"Someone is approaching." Lou Cheng stood up and walked towards the door with a relaxed posture and no sense of danger.
After ten or twenty seconds, the doorbell rang. He counted three times and opened the door.
Standing outside was a middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo, a bow tie of the same color, and a neat shirt. He had a striking mustache and said in a very distinctive accent:
"Hello, is this Mr. Lou Cheng?"
"Yes." Lou Cheng looked at the other party in confusion, not knowing why.
The middle-aged man handed over an invitation with both hands and replied with a smile:
"My master would like to invite you, Mr. Lou, to attend a dinner party on the weekend. If possible, I hope you can have a wrestling match with him and have a friendly exchange. This will not be made public and is limited to the guests of the dinner party."
Is a challenge coming? Lou Cheng had an idea, took the invitation, opened it, and found the fist logo of the "Messes" fighting arena clenching a trident, the location of the manor where the dinner was held, the specific time, and the signer.
"Brenton..." Lou Cheng read out the name and knew who it was.
He looked up at the middle-aged man, nodded in top hat and said:
"I will go to the banquet on time."
"Thank you." The middle-aged man put his right hand on his chest and bowed.
After watching him leave, Lou Cheng closed the door and faced Coach Yan's scrutinizing gaze.
"What's going on?" Yan Zheke only vaguely heard "dinner" and "fighting".
"Brandon from the 'Gluca' faction wants to challenge me at a high-profile dinner." Lou Cheng said with a nonchalant smile.
Brandon is the most popular fighter in the "Messes" fighting arena in recent years. He has become a veteran at the age of only 22, which is equivalent to being inhuman. He just turned 24 this year and is ranked among the entire United States.
Rising stars at the forefront.
His father Adrian is also a senior fighter. He is the middle-aged white man wielding a big sword that Lou Cheng saw when he first arrived at the "Messes" fighting arena.
And having two "seniors" in one discipline has also established the Jackson family's status in Cannes!
"When?" Yan Zheke asked with great interest and bright eyes.
In this kind of formal challenge, safety is definitely guaranteed, especially since both parties are still at the inhuman level and have strong control, so she doesn't feel worried.
"Tomorrow night." Lou Cheng imitated American movies with great showmanship, bent down and extended his hand, "Madam, would you like to go with me?"
"I'm extremely happy." Yan Zheke smiled brightly and handed over his hand.
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At seven o'clock in the evening the next day, the young couple, dressed as a couple from the martial arts club at Songda University, drove to the riverside manor and entered the banquet hall under the guidance of a servant.
People came and went with towering temples, people mingling with each other, and the smell of perfume stung Lou Cheng's nose, which made him feel a little itchy and made him want to sneeze.
The way he and Yan Zheke were dressed was not impolite, because the host of the banquet was also dressed in fighting attire.
Brandon stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of golden champagne, smiling at Lou Cheng, and Yan Zheke raised his hand.
He has black hair and brown eyes, is tall, has strong muscles, his skin is close to bronze, and his whole person is full of strength and pressure.
Taking a sip of wine, Brandon smiled from a distance and said:
"Are you going to do an 'opening dance' for everyone, or a closing dance?"
While speaking, he pointed to the open-air fighting arena outside to prevent Lou Cheng from misunderstanding. The lights there shone like daylight, and there were huge stone pillars that looked like ancient Rome.
"I don't have any questions." Lou Cheng replied with a smile.
"Then let's do it now, I can't wait." Brandon smiled apologetically.
The conversation between the two attracted the attention of the guests, and their eyes fell on them with great interest.
Lou Cheng looked around and asked in a deep voice:
"Where's the referee?"
"Referee?" Brandon shrugged, "I hate referees."
"Formal challenges must have a referee, otherwise I would rather not accept them." Lou Cheng expressed his opinion firmly.
Brandon immediately showed a funny look:
"As an excellent fighter, how can you rely on the protection of the referee? Are you afraid, timid and shrinking if you leave the referee? Have you forgotten that fighting is an art used on the battlefield and that boiling
Blood and manly courage?”
"Only those who are accustomed to fighting without any protection are real men and real warriors. If you admit that you are a boy who cries in his mother's arms and a shameful coward, then you can leave!"
Hearing these words, Yan Zheke became angry and his body started to tremble slightly.
"Let's go." Lou Cheng pulled her back, turned around calmly, and walked towards the gate.
If I hadn't experienced those life and death battles, I would definitely be irritated now, but the more I experienced the feeling of wandering on the edge of death, the less I wanted to take the initiative to try it.
I'm not afraid, but that doesn't mean I like it.
Since I started practicing martial arts, all my fights without referees were either with absolute certainty or forced and passive involvement. How could I take the initiative to jump into dangerous situations?
This is completely contrary to my martial arts will!
What I am protecting is not face!
Yan Zheke followed him blankly for two steps, and suddenly calmed down under the surprised eyes of the guests. He held Lou Cheng's hand tighter, feeling that he was more courageous than accepting the challenge.
"Okay." At this time, Brandon behind him clapped his hands and sighed, "I can only force myself. Mr. Polk, please be the referee for today's battle."
Lou Cheng stopped, turned around, and calmly faced the cowardly eyes.
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