Su Mo Han fidgeted to throw away the mobile phone, pressed out the smoke in his hand, looked at the ceiling with open eyes, and leaned against the sofa.

These days, he has been busy thinking about song Zhenhai's last question, but after thinking for so long, he has no doubt summed up two points. One is that Su Mohan falls in love with that woman, and the other is that she doesn't love him at all.

This answer makes Su Mo Han very unbalanced, but after he is not willing to accept for a long time, the answer has not changed at all.

Love?

What the hell is love!

How dare that woman not love herself, clearly she Clearly oneself Fell in love with her.

Su Mohan slowly opened his eyes, and his bloodshot Phoenix eyes were shining in the dark. Even though he didn't want to admit it, Su Mohan knew that he really fell in love with that woman, even if she was like what she said - nothing.

Su Mohan, who got the answer, no longer hesitated, and soon returned to his vigorous nature. It doesn't matter whether the woman loves him or not. As long as it is what he su Mohan wants, he never fails to get it.

Su Mohan finally got up, opened the curtains, changed his clothes, and took people to the western style house in the northern suburbs.

Chu Zheng looked at Su Mo Han, who was still gloomy. He didn't ask much. More than an hour later, several Black Big Ben and a Bentley stopped in front of the house.

Su Mo got out of the car with a cold face and walked directly into the courtyard in front of the house. But standing in front of the house, the voices of women and men talking and laughing were clearly introduced into his eardrum, and the familiar laughter made his anger which was hard to abate these days suddenly jumped up.

Following the sound, he approached step by step, and finally stopped at a skylight. At the moment, the skylight is half open. Looking down from the skylight, you can see two figures. One is Ye Fei wearing a light pink sports bra and shorts, and the other is a man with upper body and hands clenched fists.

"This action should kick first, because when the opponent is so close to you, you can prevent him from getting close to you..."

Xing Ze reached out to grab Ye Fei's ankle, straightened it up for a moment, and corrected her posture and said: "when kicking, you'd better kick his knee first. Your position is too low, and kicking on the lower leg is not effective, so the height should be increased."

Ye Fei nodded her head and said: "as expected, she has won awards, which is professional."

Xing Ze sheepishly scratched his head: "these are more basic, dealing with ordinary fighting still has some effect, but encounter fierce gangsters and trained, it is useless."

Ye Fei nodded her head and said, "you must learn from the basics. You have practiced for so many years until now. I have only a few days. Naturally, I can't compare with you."

Xing Ze nodded his head and said, "I have practiced for more than 20 years, but you don't have to worry. I can teach you all the time. With a professional master like me around, you can kill most of your opponents in seven or eight years."

Ye Fei sneered: "still seven or eight years, I may not be able to lift my arms and legs. Besides, I didn't learn this to fight with you."

Xingze cheek slightly red way: "if you don't want to learn, I can always be by your side, protect you for a lifetime."

"Come on, you, I can't afford to invite you, the great God."