Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

We can't let my brother suffer any more humiliation.

"I am okay."

Zhao Mosheng shook her head and said:

"My stomach is just a little uncomfortable."

He Yimei listened to Zhao Mosheng's words and sneered inwardly.

Are you having stomach problems?

I think those rabbits aren't feeling well.

Did that man grip you too tightly and hurt you?

However, He Yimei could only keep these words to herself, and when she met He Yichen's gaze, she nodded in agreement:

"Well, it's okay."

Seeing this, He Yichen felt slightly relieved and said:

Should I take you to the hospital to get checked out?

"no need."

Zhao Mosheng shook her head in refusal and continued:

"We'd better go back."

After this incident, I have no appetite left.

If He Yimei hadn't interfered, she might have been able to manage a few bites after dealing with Song Yang.

But right now, I really don't feel like it.

He Yimei was the same; she had no appetite at all.

All she can think about right now is how to completely resolve this matter.

She could accept and was willing to sacrifice her body for He Yichen.

But it's definitely not okay to be constantly manipulated and given whatever you want by Zhao Mosheng.

Only by completely deleting all possible backups of the other party can He Yichen be truly safe.

He Yichen had no idea what the two women closest to him were thinking.

However, he naturally wouldn't refuse Zhao Mosheng's request.

After calling the waiter to pay the bill, he stood up and said:

"let's go."

Soon, the group left the restaurant.

He Yichen went to get the car, while He Yichen and Zhao Mosheng waited by the roadside.

As October approaches, Shanghai gets a bit chilly at night, especially in places near the sea.

A gentle evening breeze blew by, and Zhao Mosheng tightened her coat, looking at He Yimei and thanking her:

"Yi Mei, thank you for not telling Yi Chen."

You don't need to thank me!

He Yimei's voice was flat and her tone was cold:

"I don't want you to do anything to betray Yichen again in the future!"

"I..."

Zhao Mosheng hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

If possible, she doesn't want to have any relationship with Song Yang.

Meeting He Yimei's indifferent gaze, Zhao Mosheng bit her lip and nodded:

"I won't do it again!"

She said that, but Zhao Mosheng knew very well what was going on.

Based on her understanding of Song Yang, this was almost impossible, even a pipe dream.

Even if He Yimei wanted to help, it would only make the situation worse.

At first, Zhao Mosheng had some illusions, thinking that Song Yang would naturally let her go once he got tired of her.

However, after meeting Yang Zixi, who looked almost exactly like him, in Europe.

She realized then that she would only get deeper and deeper into trouble.

She had personally experienced the allure of two women who looked alike lying side by side.

Seeing Zhao Mosheng nod, He Yimei's expression remained indifferent:

"You should go back with Yi Chen."

After saying that, he turned and left without waiting for Zhao Mosheng's reaction.

Watching He Yimei walk towards the restaurant, Zhao Mosheng knew what she was going to do.

He wanted to speak up and stop the other party from walking into his trap, but all his words ultimately amounted to a sigh.

She could only hope that Song Yang was too busy to pay attention to He Yimei at that moment.

However, given Song Yang's past misdeeds, even if he had a woman by his side, he probably wouldn't refuse her.

A short while later, He Yichen brought his car over.

Seeing that Zhao Mosheng was alone, he immediately asked:

"Mo Sheng, where is Yi Mei?"

"She had something to do and left first."

Zhao Mosheng lowered her gaze and made an excuse:

"Yi Mei told us to go back first."

"Row."

He Yichen nodded without asking any further questions.

She's just a younger sister; she can't compare to my wife.

Chapter 291: Xing Lu: Do you want to come along?

"Jingle Bell..."

In the room filled with noise, a cell phone suddenly rang.

Upon hearing his phone ring, Song Yang, who was engrossed in his work, subconsciously paused.

But he only glanced briefly at the source of the sound before turning his attention away and continuing to assault that fragile soul.

At the same time, Xing Lu, who had kept her eyes closed, also opened them.

Her eyes were filled with a dreamy, alluring look, and her beautiful face was flushed, making her even more charming and alluring.

"Whose phone number?"

Xing Lu turned to look at Song Yang, bit her lip, and asked in a low voice.

"Who cares what he does?"

Song Yang shook his head and reached out to pinch Xing Lu's chin:

You should take care of yourself first.

"Do you think you can kill me?"

Xing Lu slightly raised her chin, her eyes extremely provocative.

"ha.."

Song Yang chuckled lightly, his strength growing even more intense.

This left Xing Lu with no time to think about anything else, and she quickly covered up the ringing of her phone.

The phone rang for a while and then stopped, but it rang again soon after, but the two of them still ignored it.

But the person making the call seemed exceptionally persistent; even after ten consecutive unanswered calls, they continued to call without giving up.

However, Song Yang still didn't take it to heart. That's how he does things—he's exceptionally focused and won't be influenced by external factors.

Xing Lu, however, was inexplicably intrigued after being bombarded with phone calls.

Having already adapted, she turned back once more, and said with great interest:

"Maybe it was a real call?"

"She's all alone at home now, feeling lonely and empty, and wants you to come and keep her company."

"You want to answer?"

Song Yang raised an eyebrow, realizing what Xing Lu was thinking.

"correct."

Xing Lu readily admitted:

"I'll just share how I feel with her right now!"

"what ever."

Song Yang said he didn't care.

Anyway, there's the bond with First Blood.

Even if Mingzhen finds out, it won't be a big deal.

At most, they'll just get angry; a few kind words will do the trick.

Similarly, Xing Lu in front of him has also triggered the bond with FirstBlood, and will only become more and more reluctant to part with him in the future.

Seeing that Song Yang agreed, Xing Lu immediately reached for her phone.

Song Yang's phone wasn't far away, so he got it without even having to separate them.

"It wasn't a real phone call."

Xing Lu looked at her phone and was somewhat disappointed.

The caller wasn't her best friend, but a stranger.

However, since she already had the phone, Xing Lu didn't want to waste her energy; it might just be another woman.

She knew that Song Yang had more than just Zhenzhen as a woman; well, now there was another one—herself.

In the instant the door was breached, Xing Lu did feel a slight pang of regret.

This is the most important thing to a woman, and she just handed it over to Song Yang so easily.

Moreover, this man is her best friend's boyfriend, and he also has countless other women.

But for some reason, gradually, that regret faded away.

No, it's not dissipation, but rather even greater regret.

The only regret was no longer about handing herself over to Song Yang, but about why she hadn't returned his contact information to him back then.

Even though she was the one who approached Song Yang first, it was Mingzhen who actually got there first.

downstairs.

With her face growing increasingly pale, He Yimei dialed Song Yang's number again.

She had dialed ten times in a row, but all she heard was the message that no one was answering.

However, He Yimei did not give up and continued to dial persistently, as if she would not give up until she got through.

She didn't know that Song Yang wasn't ignoring the phone, but rather that he was genuinely very busy helping a woman experience the ultimate pleasure of time.

The same old notification sound rang out.

Just when He Yimei thought no one would answer this time, her expression darkened further as the call was answered.