Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

"Yes, miss."

The waiter took out the room key.

Xing Lu reached out and took it, then said sweetly to Song Yang beside her:

"I can't eat anymore."

"I want to eat something else right now."

Something else?

Song Yang raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised that Xing Lu would be so proactive.

However, it's normal that I didn't have an appetite, since I had already eaten dinner on the yacht.

Their meaning is so clear now: the mouth on top is full, but the other mouth is still hungry.

Song Yang naturally wouldn't refuse Xing Lu's initiative.

Chapter 287: Yang Tianbao? No, it's He Yimei!

Just as I was about to get up and go to my room upstairs, at that moment...

Song Yang vaguely sensed a gaze falling on him from behind.

Looking back, I was immediately delighted.

That gaze wasn't an illusion; it was from a real person, and a woman at that.

Not only that, this woman was also very familiar with him, to the point that they were extremely familiar with each other.

And this woman was none other than Zhao Mosheng, whom we haven't seen in a long time.

Zhao Mosheng's dining table wasn't just for her, but for three people.

One of the women sat next to her, while the other man sat next to her.

Looking at the man's back, Song Yang recognized him as He Yichen.

Come to think of it, who else would Zhao Mosheng come to a place like the Rose Restaurant with besides her husband?

Well, at most I'll just come by myself.

Aside from these, what surprised Song Yang was the woman beside Zhao "457" Mo Sheng.

This woman also had a familiar, beautiful face.

But here, she is not called Yang Tianbao, but He Yimei, He Yichen's half-sister.

From a very young age, He Yimei, the younger sister who was not related to her by blood, fell in love with her older brother.

Unfortunately, He Yichen is in love with Zhao Mosheng and cannot accept anyone else in his heart.

Therefore, there are differences between people.

If Song Yang were in He Yichen's position, he would have already taken them both.

Fortunately, it's not too late now, and Song Yang is happy to help take care of her.

Take care of He Yimei just like you would take care of Zhao Mosheng.

While Song Yang's mind raced.

Zhao Mosheng quickly lowered her head after realizing she had been discovered, her heart filled with unease.

She really didn't expect that she would run into Song Yang while having dinner with He Yichen and his sister.

And this bastard has hooked up with another woman.

Even knowing that Song Yang had a woman much prettier than herself, Zhao Mosheng couldn't help but feel worried.

She worried that if Song Yang found out about her, he would do something to embarrass her.

As for refusing, she hadn't thought about it, and she knew she couldn't refuse.

Seeing Zhao Mosheng's eagerness to avoid him, Song Yang's lips curled into a slight smile, and he said to Xing Lu beside him:

"Lulu, you go upstairs and wait for me."

"I ran into an acquaintance."

"I went upstairs after I greeted her."

"alright."

Xing Lu nodded, too lazy to ask who Song Yang's acquaintance was.

She wanted something hot to eat, so she reminded him:

"Hurry up."

"Ah."

Song Yang nodded in agreement.

After watching Xing Lu get on the elevator, Song Yang took out his phone.

He opened WeChat, scrolled to his chat with Zhao Mosheng, and sent her a message.

"I'll wait for you in the fire escape."

"Ding-dong..."

Hearing the notification sound on her phone, Zhao Mosheng's heart skipped a beat.

She could guess that it must have been sent by Song Yang.

She wanted to pretend she hadn't heard it and didn't want to see what was going on in her mind.

But I'm also afraid of missing out on something that could cause even bigger trouble.

In order to avoid exposing their own affairs and to protect their happy family.

Zhao Mosheng had no choice but to pick up her phone. When she saw Song Yang's message, her expression changed immediately.

She knew it; Song Yang was a bastard who didn't do good deeds.

She was having dinner with her husband when he called her over.

What does he want to do?

Without even thinking, Zhao Mosheng could guess a thing or two.

"Mo Sheng, what's wrong?"

Noticing that Zhao Mosheng's expression was off, He Yichen asked with concern.

"I am fine."

Meeting He Yichen's concerned gaze, Zhao Mosheng felt extremely guilty and stood up, saying:

"I'm going to the bathroom."

She really didn't want to meet Song Yang, but she had no choice and couldn't refuse his request.

Honey, I'm so sorry!

I'm doing this all for your own good!

Filled with guilt towards He Yichen, resentment towards Song Yang, and unease about what would happen next.

Zhao Mosheng left her seat and rushed to the fire escape.

Then he saw Song Yang already standing there, looking completely at ease, as if he had expected him to return.

"What do you want to do?!"

Zhao Mosheng looked indignant and said in a deep voice.

"Do nothing."

Song Yang shook his head, stepped forward, and walked to Zhao Mosheng:

"Don't worry, Miss Zhao."

"I won't interfere with your dinner with Attorney He."

"So you're saying this much time is enough for me..."

"What can we do with that?"

When Song Yang got too close, Zhao Mosheng instinctively backed away until she was backed against the wall with nowhere left to retreat, thinking that Song Yang was about to attack her.

Hearing Song Yang's words afterward, I felt a little relieved.

As long as no one takes action, everything is fine.

Because she knew Song Yang's capabilities very well, and she was ready to really fight him head-on.

Even if he used all his skills, he could not make Song Yang surrender in a short time.

"Then why did you call me here?"

Zhao Mosheng looked up at Song Yang, who was standing close to her, and said.

"Of course, I just wanted to say hello to you."

"After all, we're such close friends."

"If we run into each other, how can we not say hello?"

As Song Yang spoke, he reached out with his right hand and wrapped his arm around Zhao Mosheng's waist.

With a slight effort, he pulled her into his arms.

Zhao Mosheng trembled and said in a panic:

"Didn't you say you wouldn't do anything?"

"I haven't done anything yet."

Song Yang chuckled softly, smelling the perfume on Zhao Mosheng, and asked:

"Miss Zhao, if I'm not mistaken..."

"Your figure seems to be even better than before."

"..."

Zhao Mosheng remained silent.

She knew what Song Yang was referring to.

And what the other person said was true; it is indeed a little bigger than before.

This was something she never expected, as her cleavage was already far above the domestic average.

Who would have thought that I, nearing thirty, would continue to grow?

Is this what happens after being thoroughly nourished?

5.3 This is the thought that came to Zhao Mosheng's mind when she found that her previous bras made her feel a little tight in her chest.

She knew very well that this was absolutely caused by Song Yang.

No, it's two hands, and maybe a leg too.

Seeing that Zhao Mosheng refused to tell the truth, Song Yang did not ask any further questions.

If they don't want to say, what else can you do but check it yourself?

Faced with Song Yang's actions, Zhao Mosheng wanted to avoid him, or even run away.

But for some reason, I couldn't move my legs at all, as if my feet were glued to the ground.

Zhao Mosheng even sensed a faint expectation emanating from her own heart.

This feeling terrified her.

This is a terrible habit!

Just as Song Yang was testing Zhao Mosheng's character.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of suspicious eyes were peering out from outside the folding door of the passageway.