Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

It was because she was wearing a skirt that Song Yang was able to do it so easily.

Seeing his wife's actions, Xu Huanshan smiled:

"It's lipstick, isn't it?"

"Now that we've found them, let's hurry home."

Lipstick?

Seeing that Xu Huanshan hadn't seen clearly, Gu Jia breathed a sigh of relief.

Let's just call it lipstick.

So Gu Jia nodded, and said calmly:

"Yes, I just found it in the car."

With that, he pushed open the door, got out of the car, returned to the driver's seat, and drove away.

Gu Jia, who doesn't talk about going home.

Let's get back to Song Yang's side.

Unknowingly.

He had been gone from the private room for almost an hour.

But none of the people in the car felt the passage of time.

Hu Yifei, on the other hand, could relate, because she felt it the most deeply.

Based on past experience, I knew Song Yang was coming when I sensed something was off about him.

It just so happens at this very moment.

A cell phone rang inside the car.

"Yifei, this is your phone."

We all know each other, so we can tell whose phone it is just by the ringtone.

Hu Yifei ignored it completely, having no interest in caring about it at all.

Amanda and Qin Yumo knew that Hu Yifei was busy, so they immediately followed the sound and found the phone in her pants pocket.

"It's Zeng Xiaoxian's phone call."

Amanda took a look at the phone and said with great interest.

Chapter 256: Hu Yifei: Don't drag me into this!

Upon hearing that it was Zeng Xiaoxian calling, Song Yang raised an eyebrow, but didn't do anything malicious.

However, just because he doesn't want to do it doesn't mean others won't.

Amanda has already answered the phone.

Not only that, but they also deliberately turned on speakerphone.

"Yifei, where are you?"

As soon as the call connected, Zeng Xiaoxian's voice came through:

"Why haven't you come back yet?"

"Doorman, do you need something from Yifei?"

Amanda's expression became even more amused when she heard Zeng Xiaoxian's concern for Hu Yifei.

It seems my intuition was right; Zeng Xiaoxian does have feelings for Yifei.

Nothing more.

After glancing at Hu Yifei's current state, Amanda spoke up:

"Doorman, is there something you need from Yifei again?"

Amanda?

Zeng Xiaoxian was clearly surprised to see that Amanda answered the phone.

Where is Yifei?

"Yifei is very busy right now."

As she spoke, Amanda couldn't help but laugh.

"What's the sound over there?"

Zeng Xiaoxian seemed to have heard something and asked again.

After all, it was on speakerphone, and Song Yang was as usual.

It wasn't that he insisted on doing it, but it was a critical moment.

How could we possibly stop at such a delicate and crucial moment?

Even if he were willing, Hu Yifei wouldn't allow it.

"Oh, you said this."

In response to Zeng Xiaoxian's question, Amanda replied:

"She's fighting with someone."

"The fight was very intense, and neither Yu Mo nor I could help."

"Don't talk nonsense..."

Hu Yifei, who had intended to ignore it and wait for it to end, couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to snatch the phone back and hang up.

Under normal circumstances, Amanda would definitely lose.

But in the current situation, Hu Yifei is too deeply involved with Song Yang, so how could she possibly snatch what Amanda has?

In the end, Qin Yumo couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in to help:

"Amanda, stop messing around."

"Ok."

Amanda nodded and hung up the phone.

She did this not because of Qin Yumo, but because she was worried that she would go too far and upset Song Yang.

Seeing that Amanda had hung up the phone, Hu Yifei felt a little relieved.

But before he could even catch his breath, he was in trouble again.

No, it wasn't brought up.

Instead, it went straight up into the sky in one breath.

"Yifei, want a cigarette?"

Amanda looked at Hu Yifei, who was now unable to move, took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, and then looked at Song Yang:

"Would you like one?"

"no need."

Song Yang frowned; he didn't smoke.

In fact, the word "cigarette" wouldn't even have appeared in this book if Amanda hadn't brought it out.

Similarly, he doesn't like women smoking, especially those he's close to, because the smell of smoke really affects the taste.

So when he saw Amanda lighting a cigarette, he spoke up to stop her:

"Throw away the cigarette."

"You should hit me."

"what..."

Amanda was taken aback by what she heard.

For a moment, I didn't react.

But the next second, he threw away the slim cigarette in his hand.

Then, following Song Yang's instructions, he leaned his head closer:

"Then I'll smoke this from now on."

"Let me tell you, I'm a heavy smoker!"

After saying that, he completely disregarded the lingering scent of Hu Yifei on his food.

A few minutes later.

Amanda looked up with delight, her eyes sparkling with anticipation:

"It's my turn now!"

"and many more."

Song Yang stopped Amanda from squeezing into the back of the train.

"what happened?"

Amanda looked puzzled.

Just then, another cell phone rang.

This time, Song Yang's phone rang.

He picked up the pants following the sound, took out his phone and saw that it was Lu Ziqiao calling.

"Song Yang, it's been over an hour and you still haven't come back."

When Song Yang answered the phone, he heard Lü Ziqiao say:

"You're not thinking of running away, are you?"

"How can it be."

Song Yang said with a smile:

"I will be right back."

He then hung up the phone and said to the three people in the car:

"You guys go back and wait for me."

But right now I just want to...

Amanda was somewhat reluctant and pleaded:

"Why don't you come back with us?"

"What's so fun about you hanging out with them?"

"Nothing beats having fun with us!"

"Don't."

Hu Yifei, still lying there like a corpse, voiced her refusal:

"You guys do your thing, don't count me in."

"OK OK."

Qin Yumo interrupted and said:

"Song Yang, you go first."

"The rest of us will head back first."

"Go up and tell them."

"Ah."

Song Yang nodded, put on his clothes, and got out of the car.

Suddenly remembering something, he leaned out the window and whispered: