Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

Yangtao's condition is terrible; not only can it not close, it's even more open than before.

Ye Wenwen had no idea that Song Yang had come to see her, and that she had accidentally gotten into a heated argument with Yang Tao that lasted for several hours.

But soon, Ye Wenwen noticed Yang Tao's rosy complexion.

How you look at it, it's like she's radiant after being thoroughly nourished.

"Peach, what's wrong?"

With some suspicion, Ye Wenwen asked:

"Why is your face so red?"

Ye Wenwen felt a little guilty, thinking to herself, "Not only is my face red, but my lips are also quite red."

But these words definitely couldn't be said aloud; one had to say them discreetly:

"I tidied up the house for you, I'm so tired."

"Is that true?"

Ye Wenwen didn't quite believe it.

She's not some clueless little kid.

It's still possible to tell the difference between being tired from physical labor and being tired from fighting.

Besides, the spring-like look in Yang Tao's eyes hadn't completely faded yet; anyone with eyes could see the problem.

Seeing this, Ye Wenwen's eyes held a more scrutinizing look, and she said seriously:

"Peach, tell me the truth."

"Was a man here just now?"

Yang Tao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly denied it:

"What did you say!"

"I've always been home alone."

To avoid Ye Wenwen's further questioning, Yang Tao could only helplessly say:

"I just had a little bit of alcohol and I'm a bit tipsy."

"I just couldn't resist and took care of it myself."

After saying that, he glared at Ye Wenwen, feigning displeasure:

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Forehead..."

Ye Wenwen was somewhat taken aback upon hearing this.

However, upon closer examination, it does make sense.

After all, Yang Tao was the same age as her, a woman in her early thirties.

Having such a need is perfectly normal.

Since I still don't have a boyfriend, what can I do but take care of myself and be self-reliant?

Judging from Yang Tao's expression, she's probably content with what she has on her own.

This made Ye Wenwen somewhat envious.

In the past, when needed, I could also solve problems through my own efforts.

However, this method stopped working after meeting Song Yang.

It's like when you were a poor family, you could just eat a couple of bites and be full.

Now that they've become a wealthy family, their appetites have grown accordingly.

Without a certain amount of food, you can't even get close to filling your stomach, let alone solve any problems.

She hasn't contacted Song Yang these past few days. It's not that she hasn't been interested; she has tried to help, but the effect is not as obvious as before.

She considered contacting Song Yang, but the last vestiges of her dignity and self-restraint made her hold back.

Thinking of this, Ye Wenwen felt some resentment towards Song Yang.

All they do is call and text; why don't they ever come to my house and visit me on their own initiative?

If you come to my house and act domineering towards me, do you think I can resist? In the end, I'll still have to obediently kneel on the ground.

Unfortunately, Ye Wenwen didn't know that Song Yang had already come by and spent a lot of effort getting away.

Composing herself, Ye Wenwen looked at Yang Tao and teased:

"Do you really like eggplant that much?"

"I've never used that thing."

Yang Tao rolled her eyes at Ye Wenwen and shook her head.

They were both women; how could she not understand what Ye Wenwen meant?

However, seeing that Ye Wenwen had dispelled her doubts, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh?"

Ye Wenwen became interested and decided to have a proper discussion with Yang Tao:

"So what do you like to use?"

"You have a fever, why are you saying this?"

Yang Tao had no interest in discussing this topic with Ye Wenwen.

After all, she had just finished eating and drinking, and her mouth was still greasy.

"If you really want a man."

"Go find your young and handsome boyfriend."

At this point, Yang Tao felt even more anxious.

Her boyfriend wasn't absent; she just managed to snatch him away.

Unaware of the truth, Ye Wenwen shook her head and snorted:

"I'm not going to go see him!"

"He treated me like that..."

"If he doesn't come to me, I won't go to him even if I spin a spider web!"

Yang Tao grasped the key point and asked curiously:

How did he treat you?

How did you treat me?

Ye Wenwen was somewhat lost in thought.

Just thinking about that disgusting scene makes me so angry I could grind my teeth.

Not only was she angry at Song Yang for acting so recklessly, but she was also angry at herself.

The first time was manageable; he could use being drunk as an excuse. But the second time, it was definitely a case of half-hearted resistance.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's hurry up and cook."

Ye Wenwen shook her head, changing the subject.

Seeing that Ye Wenwen didn't want to talk about it, Yang Tao didn't press her, after all, she still had some things hidden on her body that she hadn't washed off.

"Go wash the vegetables first."

"I'll go take a shower and then come help you."

As Yang Tao spoke, she walked towards the restroom.

Chapter 336: Inviting Hu Yifei to dinner alone!

At Deng Xiaoqi's home.

"Mom, I'm full."

Deng Xiaoqi put down her chopsticks and got up to walk to her room.

Deng Xinhua looked up at her daughter's back and noticed that her walking posture was somewhat awkward.

His brow furrowed immediately, and he asked:

"Xiaoqi, what happened to your foot?"

"what..."

When asked, Deng Xiaoqi's heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her composure and turned around to answer:

I twisted my ankle while practicing dance.

This was an excuse I had thought of long ago.

She didn't want to go out for a meal because she had slept for most of the afternoon and her body was still aching.

Especially in areas that receive special attention, walking becomes awkward.

I just hadn't eaten all day and was really starving.

In addition, not wanting to be questioned further, I could only have a meal first.

"Is it serious?"

Hearing her daughter's answer, Deng Xinhua didn't think much of it and said:

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"no need."

Deng Xiaoqi shook her head and refused:

"Mom, I will take good care of myself."

"I'm going back to my room."

Seeing her daughter enter the room, Deng Xinhua showed a look of relief.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always feel like my daughter has grown up.

Unbeknownst to Deng Xinhua, Deng Xiaoqi had indeed grown up and taken a crucial step on her path to adulthood.

Of course, this isn't because Deng Xinhua doesn't care enough about his daughter that he didn't notice this.

I didn't notice Deng Xiaoqi's problem because I was having some work-related troubles.

Coincidentally, this troublesome matter is also related to Song Yang, or more precisely, to the company Jinxiu Future.

With the help of WeChat, Jinxiu Future is currently enjoying unparalleled popularity, and many people want to get involved.

Those with the capability can come directly to our door; those without the capability will have to find someone else.

What Deng Xinhua did was to use the connections he had built up among these young people to connect people with others.

Sure enough, quite a few people came after her.

Most people are just hoping for a lucky break.

After all, many investment institutions have visited him in person but failed to reach an agreement, and some have never even met Song Yang's real boss. How much of a role can she play as an introducer?

Back in her room, Deng Xiaoqi was already messaging Song Yang:

"Let's go to the movies together tomorrow afternoon."

Full of anticipation, they waited for Song Yang to agree.

But after waiting for a long time, Song Yang still did not reply.

This made Deng Xiaoqi a little sullen:

"That jerk, he just pulled up his pants and ignored me!"

"Since you're ignoring me, I'll just chat with Su Yunjin."