Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

"Who?"

However, when the call connected, it wasn't Song Yang's voice that came through the phone, but a woman who was even a little out of breath.

Not only that, there were other noises on the other end, which were quite loud.

He Yimei is not a woman who has never experienced anything; she wouldn't naively think that it was applause.

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Upon learning of Song Yang's situation, her expression darkened further.

No wonder he wasn't answering the phone; he was with a woman.

I wonder if this woman, like Zhao Mosheng, was forced to submit to Song Yang out of desperation.

"This is He Yimei. Let Song Yang answer the phone."

Stopping her thoughts, He Yimei spoke directly.

"He's very busy right now and doesn't have time to answer the phone."

On the other end of the phone, Xing Lu's voice came through intermittently:

"What's the matter..."

"Just tell me..."

Hearing the other person's increasingly labored breathing, He Yimei gritted her teeth.

 …

The commotion across the street involuntarily reminded her of Zhao Mosheng.

Was this shameless woman the same way when she was with Song Yang?

Or rather, during those days in Europe, when He Yichen called...

Having considered this possibility, He Yimei stopped thinking about it.

Her intuition told her that something like this might have happened before.

Just as He Yimei was pondering, another voice came from the other side:

"If you're really in a hurry to find Song Yang..."

"We are in room 1302..."

"Do you want to come?"

Want to come?

Upon hearing this, He Yimei froze.

Does this woman who speaks really have no bottom line at all?

What should I do at this time?

Join them?

Even though she was prepared to be humiliated by Song Yang, she would never do something so shameless.

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He Yimei thought of Zhao Mosheng again.

Did she do such a thing?

Upon realizing this, He Yimei remained silent and hastily hung up the call, which had failed to reach the same person again.

Then, with a hint of anger in his eyes, he found Zhao Mosheng's phone number and dialed it.

This time, there was no situation where no one answered after making more than a dozen calls.

Zhao Mosheng answered the phone quickly, and her voice came through:

"Hello, Yi Mei."

Chapter 292: Another sleepless night!

on the way home.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhao Mosheng felt heavy-hearted.

It's like being deeply embedded in a seatbelt strapped to your chest.

She turned her head to look at the city night view flashing past the window, occasionally exchanging a few words with He Yichen.

"Jingle Bell..."

Just then, the phone rang.

Zhao Mosheng was shocked and looked down at the bag on her lap.

The voice was coming from inside. She had a feeling that the call was likely from He Yimei or Song Yang.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Zhao Mosheng took her phone out of her bag.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed He Yimei calling, which made her heart even heavier.

　Zhao Mosheng wondered if He Yimei had already met with Song Yang by now.

If they've already met, what does it mean for her to make this call?

Is it

Suddenly, Zhao Mosheng thought of a possibility.

Moreover, given Song Yang's shamelessness, this possibility is very high!

Thinking about this, Zhao Mosheng became increasingly uneasy.

"Mo Sheng, whose phone is that?"

Seeing Zhao Mosheng holding her phone without moving, He Yichen, who was driving, turned his head and asked:

Why aren't you answering?

“With Rose.”

Zhao Mosheng forced a smile and then answered the phone:

"Hey, Yi Mei."

"You are now..."

"I haven't met him yet."

He Yimei's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Hearing that He Yimei wasn't with Song Yang, Zhao Mosheng breathed a huge sigh of relief.

She was genuinely worried that the call was from He Yimei, who couldn't withstand Song Yang's pressure, and wanted her to go along with his schemes.

Even when they were in the restaurant, they had already seen a woman with Song Yang.

But the next second, Zhao Mosheng's heart jumped.

All I heard on the other end of the phone was He Yimei saying:

"I have something to ask you."

Have you slept with other women?

He Yimei's tone was cold, and she spoke very bluntly.

This is why Zhao Mosheng's face turned three degrees pale.

Does she already know about my collaboration with someone else?

impossible!

She hasn't met Song Yang yet, has she?

How could I possibly know!

Regardless, it's impossible to admit to something like this.

Unless one day in the future they are forced to lie side by side under pressure from Song Yang.

But at that point, whether you admit it or not is irrelevant.

"no!"

Zhao Mosheng retorted sternly.

"Okay, I'm hanging up."

He Yimei's voice was calm, but her tone softened somewhat.

While Zhao Mosheng was on the phone with He Yimei.

In room 1302, a heated exchange was also taking place.

"Lulu, I didn't expect you to be so good at playing on your first try!"

Song Yang was genuinely surprised.

He truly hadn't expected that the other party, who had only just come into contact with the transformation into a woman, would be so bold and unrestrained as to invite others to collaborate.

"how?"

Looking down at Song Yang, who was holding her in his arms, Xing Lu hummed softly:

"You think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"Don't you want to?"

"Have you seen all this?"

Song Yang was even more surprised.

"It wasn't something I could tell by looking at it."

Xing Lu rolled her eyes at Song Yang and said in a muffled voice:

"It's something you can feel."

Now, Song Yang finally understood.

He was quite startled when he heard Xing Lu call and directly ask He Yimei to come over.

Xing Lu clearly caught this jump.

But that's not surprising, considering they're so close together, it would be abnormal if they didn't feel anything.

"I see."

Song Yang looked enlightened and said as he moved:

"I thought you were a tapeworm in my stomach."

"Who's inside whose belly?"

Xing Lu rolled her eyes at Song Yang again and said provocatively:

Can you concentrate for a second?

"..."

time flies.

Before we knew it, it was already the second day.

The sky outside the window was clear and the weather was fine.

This is definitely a great morning for morning exercise.

However, Song Yang did not drag Xing Lu out for a run after waking up.

It wasn't that he couldn't run, but rather that he was considering the other person's situation.

After all, the two of them didn't stop fighting until 5 a.m. today, just like the real situation.

Not only did they spend the same amount of time together, but at Xing Lu's insistence, they even did the same things.

In Xing Lu's opinion, if Zhenzhen can do it, she can do it too!