Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

Junyue Mansion, 12th floor.

Gu Jia put down her phone.

Xu Huanshan, who was standing next to him, couldn't wait to ask:

"How about it?"

Gu Jia nodded and said:

"However, Mr. Song said he wouldn't go to a restaurant."

"Not going to the hotel?"

Xu Huanshan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed:

"Maybe young people these days don't like the social niceties of drinking parties anymore."

"If you don't want to go, then you don't have to go."

"Then let's eat at home, that way it will be more formal."

"But this will be hard on you, my wife."

"fine."

Gu Jia smiled.

If you want to make it look grand, you definitely can't let the housekeeper cook; you have to do it yourself.

Fortunately, Gu Jia is a woman who can be both elegant in public and skilled in the kitchen, so cooking a simple family meal is not a difficult task for her.

Fortunately, it's still early, and there's time to prepare in advance for May 5.3rd.

However, Gu Jia quickly frowned again:

"We still don't know what Mr. Song likes to eat."

Calling again to ask is definitely not going to work.

In a flash, Gu Jia thought of Wang Manni. She had been traveling in Europe with Song Yang for so long, she must know Song Yang's tastes.

Just as Gu Jia was calling Wang Manni.

Song Yang received another phone call.

It was Ye Wenwen, the manager of the wedding dress shop, who called a couple of days ago.

"free tonight?"

Ye Wenwen's voice came from the phone:

"I want to talk to you."

"Yes, I have."

Song Yang thought for a moment and agreed:

Where are you now? I'm coming to find you.

Seemingly worried about something, Ye Wenwen remained silent for a long time after hearing that Song Yang was coming to find her now.

Hesitantly, he revealed the location of his home.

Chapter 223: Seeing Ye Wenwen Again, Old Chen is Outside the Door!

After half an hour.

Song Yang appeared outside the residential area that Ye Wenwen had mentioned.

The two had spoken on the phone a few minutes earlier.

So even from a distance, I could see Ye Wenwen's figure.

Compared to her wedding dress, Ye Wenwen's charm is no less when she's dressed in fashionable clothes, with her shoulder-length short hair swaying in the wind.

Standing outside the residential area.

Ye Wenwen glanced at the time every now and then, thinking that Song Yang would be here soon, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

She had very mixed feelings about this man who had unexpectedly entered her life and body after knowing him for less than a day.

That night, which I spent almost all of it without sleep, left such a deep impression that it seems to be etched into my soul.

No.

Not as if.

Rather, it was that their souls had been utterly pierced.

That feeling was something Ye Wenwen could never forget.

So even though she knew Song Yang had a girlfriend, she couldn't help but call him, thinking she could get to know him better.

But when the time came, Ye Wenwen regretted it.

Knowing full well that the other person has a girlfriend, why would you still actively approach them? Wouldn't that make you seem shameless?

In other words, she didn't know Song Yang's true situation, otherwise she wouldn't have this psychological burden.

Just as Ye Wenwen was hesitating.

Song Yang had already arrived beside her and lowered the window, saying:

"Miss Ye."

Meeting Song Yang's gaze, Ye Wenwen's delicate body trembled, and she subconsciously raised her hand to shield her face from the wind-blown hair.

It seemed they wanted Song Yang to see things more clearly.

It could also be a way to mask one's own inner turmoil.

But Ye Wenwen's face remained calm when asked:

"Mr. Song."

With that, he opened the car door, got in, and led the way for Song Yang.

A few minutes later.

Song Yang arrived at Ye Wenwen's house.

It's a one-bedroom apartment, not very big.

But it's perfectly adequate for one person.

After bringing Song Yang into the house, Ye Wenwen became even more nervous.

When a man and a woman are alone in a room, it's easy for things to escalate to the point of being inappropriate.

Especially since I was the one who invited Song Yang, I wondered if he might misunderstand and think that I was trying to comfort him again.

"I'll get you a glass of water."

"Have Song Yang sit down on the sofa," Ye Wenwen said.

"No rush to drink water."

As Song Yang spoke, he pulled Ye Wenwen over.

He was indeed mistaken, thinking that the other person's initiative to contact him was simply because they were emotionally parched and wanted to receive ample nourishment.

"what…"

Ye Wenwen, who was being pulled back, exclaimed in surprise.

The next second, she collapsed into Song Yang's arms.

Feeling that familiar, solid chest, I couldn't help but recall the terrifying impact that this body could display.

Suddenly, Ye Wenwen felt a bit weak.

But she still struggled, trying to break free from Song Yang's embrace:

"Mr. Song, please don't do this."

"You have a girlfriend!"

"You know I have a girlfriend, yet you still invited me to your house."

Song Yang smiled upon hearing this, and whispered in Ye Wenwen's ear:

"Don't you really have any thoughts at all?"

"That night, you said you would marry me!"

"... "

Ye Wenwen remained silent.

She did say that.

And the memory is still vivid, as if it were still ringing in my ears.

But that was said when I was deeply moved, in a state of trance, and...

Thinking of this, Ye Wenwen stopped struggling, turned to look at Song Yang who was holding her even tighter, and asked expectantly:

"Then will you marry me?"

I'll tell you later.

Song Yang smiled and said:

"I'm very angry now!"

During this day.

Apart from asking Zhong Xiaoqin for help in the morning, he hadn't done anything else and had been conserving his energy.

There is nothing we can do about this.

Su Yunjin stayed up too late yesterday, which caused him to excel in both academics and sports, leaving him with an endless stream of energy that he couldn't channel.

Now that a fertile field is in front of us, we can talk about it another day.

Seeing that Song Yang was avoiding her questions and only wanted her to satisfy his desires, Ye Wenwen felt a pang of sadness.

Subconsciously, I felt that this was a rejection.

Ye Wenwen was not surprised at all by this outcome.

After all, they had only known each other for a few days, and today was only the second time they had met.

If the other party rejected me, I should have rejected them back.

But when she met Song Yang's burning eyes, something seemed to be surging within her, and she couldn't utter a word of refusal.

"This is the last time. We will never contact each other again."

Ye Wenwen remained resolute. She reached out and gathered her long, flowing hair, then stepped down from Song Yang's embrace and slowly lowered her head.

I don’t know how long it took.

Before we knew it, the sky outside had darkened.

at the same time.

Old Chen, who secretly loves Ye Wenwen but has never confessed his feelings, has already repaired the custom-made wedding dress.

I was thinking of calling Ye Wenwen to come and pick it up, but after thinking about it, I decided that delivering it myself would show more sincerity.

Maybe this will give us a chance to meet up for dinner.

With this thought in mind, about an hour later, Old Chen drove to Ye Wenwen's house with the wedding dress.

After straightening his clothes, Old Chen rang the doorbell.

Inside the room separated by a door.

Upon hearing the doorbell, Ye Wenwen, who was lying on the sofa, jolted violently, her entire body tensing instantly.

Then he opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed, and turned around.

Fortunately, Song Yang was experienced and lived up to his reputation as a veteran driver, and he was able to handle all kinds of unexpected situations calmly.

Otherwise, he would have confessed on the spot.