Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

The slap was crisp and loud.

Not only did it plunge the noisy guests below into a deathly silence, but it also brought Wang Ke'er, who had just been slapped, back to her senses.

She covered her face, which was already swollen and throbbing with the marks of a slap, and said in disbelief:

"You dare to hit me?!"

"Why don't I dare to hit you?"

Song Yang glanced at her indifferently, then casually pulled Ye Wenwen into his arms, saying nonchalantly:

"You've treated my girlfriend like this; the fact that I didn't cripple you is already a blessing I'm giving you on your wedding day!"

Wang Ke'er was taken aback upon hearing this:

"Your girlfriend?!"

Ye Wenwen, who still retained a little consciousness, was also somewhat stunned when she heard Song Yang's words.

However, she knew that Song Yang had a girlfriend, and he said that to help her out of an awkward situation.

But Ye Wenwen had to admit that pressing her face against the other person's firm chest really made her feel safe.

At this moment, she felt that the sense of security that Song Yang had given her had completely filled her heart, leaving no gaps.

02

The above sounds like a long story, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.

The groom on stage finally realized that his wife had been assaulted.

They hit him right in front of him, and what's even worse is that it happened at his own wedding.

This is undoubtedly a humiliation for a man.

"How dare you hit my wife?!"

The groom roared and lunged at Song Yang.

Not only him, but also the bridesmaids and some relatives and friends, all yelling and crowding around, ready to start a brawl.

But how to say it.

There are two interpretations of "gang fight".

The proper way to describe it is that a group of people beat up one person.

Another version of the story is that one person beat up a group of people.

So what's Song Yang's situation?

Without a doubt, he was the second type, one person beating up a group of people.

With physical abilities three times that of the average adult, Song Yang didn't even need to use his hands.

With a single kick, she sent the groom, who was the first to approach, flying five meters away, crashing into the dining table that had been cushioning his fall.

Then he got soaked in the leftover food from the table.

Suddenly, the groom, who had been so spirited and cheerful just moments before, became somewhat unrecognizable.

After kicking the groom away, Song Yang didn't stop—no, he didn't stop kicking—because he had already lifted Ye Wenwen up around the waist with both hands.

No matter who approached, he would kick them. He kicked three or five big men away in succession, and no one dared to block his way anymore.

In the end, all they could do was watch helplessly as Song Yang carried Ye Wenwen away.

Thus, the epic tale of the hero rescuing the damsel in distress successfully came to an end.

Next, it's time to collect the abalone.

Song Yang is not the kind of person who does good deeds anonymously.

He is a man of principle; he helped Ye Wenwen because he wanted her to get back to Bao.

It can be said that they are very simple-minded, without any unnecessary thoughts.

Held in Song Yang's arms, Ye Wenwen knew everything that had happened. She was now truly moved by Song Yang's domineering nature, and her heart trembled.

No woman would not want to see a man fight the whole world for her.

Although the current situation is not that exaggerated, it is just that I have managed to get rid of a farce at the wedding.

But there is no doubt that this man was truly fighting against ten men to get himself out of trouble.

Just like Zhao Zilong in the Battle of Changban in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, who broke through the enemy lines and charged in and out of the enemy ranks seven times.

However, Zhao Zilong was holding Liu Shan, while Song Yang was holding himself.

However, Ye Wenwen's idea was not quite right; Song Yang did not actually go in and out seven times.

Of course, just because it's not there now doesn't mean it won't be in the future.

Moreover, judging from Ye Wenwen's current state, it probably won't be long before this happens.

As the saying goes, if a woman doesn't get drunk, a man has no chance.

It's also worth mentioning that Song Yang is not Zhao Zilong; his seven entries and exits don't fully demonstrate the terrifying reaping power of his spear.

I came out of the hotel.

Blown by the evening breeze that heralds the approaching autumn, Ye Wenwen, already tipsy, became even more dazed.

With the last shred of reason remaining, he said to Song Yang:

"Mr. Song..."

"Take me to the bridal shop..."

After saying that, she buried her head completely in Song Yang's arms.

"They really came completely unprepared."

Looking down at the woman who had passed out drunk, Song Yang smiled and then hailed a taxi.

It took about half an hour.

Song Yang appeared in front of the wedding dress shop she had mentioned, carrying Ye Wenwen in his arms.

As if some mechanism had been triggered, Song Yang felt the woman in his arms tremble as soon as he reached the door.

Looking down, I saw that she had opened her eyes, still with a dazed look in them, but she was finally awake.

Ye Wenwen opened her eyes and stared at Song Yang's handsome face for a long while before speaking:

"Mr. Song..."

"Put me down first, I need to find the keys."

"Ok."

Song Yang nodded and put Ye Wenwen down.

He didn't take advantage of the situation to grope her along the way, so naturally he wouldn't cling to her for too long.

Song Yang had always believed that taking advantage of such small things was pointless.

His ambition is so great that it can only be contained by opening his mouth wide, and even then, it requires him to open it as wide as possible.

Without Song Yang's support, Ye Wenwen stumbled upon landing and nearly fell.

Fortunately, Song Yang reacted quickly and caught her in time, preventing Ye Wenwen from landing on her bottom in a "Flat Sand Goose Landing" style.

"Thank you."

Ye Wenwen whispered her thanks.

She stopped insisting that Song Yang let go of her and struggled to find the key to open the door in her pocket.

After opening the door, Song Yang led Ye Wenwen toward the display stand.

Song Yang could guess somewhat of why Ye Wenwen had come here.

She probably wanted to wear the wedding dress she had already bought one last time.

On the central display stand, the wedding dress that Old Chen had custom-made for Ye Wenwen was still there.

Reaching out to touch the hem of her wedding dress, Ye Wenwen's dreamy eyes filled with longing as she said to Song Yang:

"Mr. Song, do you know?"

"This wedding dress you bought is my favorite!"

“I try it on every day before I go to work.”

"I fantasize about wearing this wedding dress and walking down the aisle with the man I love."

"But now it belongs to you!"

At this point, Ye Wenwen looked up at Song Yang and pleaded:

"Mr. Song, could you let me wear it one last time?"

"of course can."

Song Yang nodded and agreed to Ye Wenwen's request.

"Thank you."

Ye Wenwen looked grateful.

Then, remembering how Song Yang had helped him at the wedding, he thanked him again:

"And what just happened..."

"Thank you for stepping forward and helping me out of that predicament."

Song Yang didn't take Ye Wenwen's gratitude to heart.

In his mind, expressing gratitude is not something that can be done simply by saying it.

You still need to use your mouth, but you can't just talk; you need to use it, both mouths working together.

Chapter 194: The Morning Afterwards!

Looking at Ye Wenwen's charming face, Song Yang shook his head and smiled:

"Miss Ye, are you sure you can wear a wedding dress in your current state?"

Even if Ye Wenwen wasn't drunk, and even though she was the manager of the wedding dress shop, it would still be difficult for her to manage without help from others.

Ye Wenwen was taken aback by what she heard. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps what had just happened gave her a sense of security.

She looked up at Song Yang, then laughed drunkenly:

"Aren't you here?"

"Mr. Song, thank you for your trouble."

trouble?

No, it's not troublesome at all.

Song Yang thought to himself that his greatest skill was undressing people.

First, take Ye Wenwen to the partitioned fitting room, then come out and take the wedding dress down from the display stand.

To Song Yang's surprise, it all happened in just a short while.

When he returned, he was surprised to find Ye Wenwen had already taken off her coat.

Although she was somewhat drunk, Ye Wenwen still had some sense and hadn't completely undressed; she was still wearing her underwear.

Even so, looking at the other person's flawless white body, Song Yang, who was already young and vigorous, couldn't help but feel a burning desire in his eyes.

However, when his gaze swept over the other person's chest, he couldn't help but shake his head inwardly; the flaw was just too obvious.

Fortunately, there is still a chance to make up for this shortcoming.

Song Yang thought of the first skill he had drawn from Qin Yumo: the UPUP breast enhancement exercise.

Women are sensitive, especially women who are going through a low point in their lives.

Without a doubt, Ye Wenwen is currently at a low point in her life.

She keenly sensed the intense heat in Song Yang's gaze.