Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

Fan Shengmei smiled and said:

"If I leave, wouldn't you still be keeping me in the dark?"

As she spoke, she seemed to casually raise her hand and brush her hair aside.

He glanced subtly at Song Yang, who was standing next to Guan Juer.

She moved her body slightly, displaying her mature and full curves.

Guan Juer didn't see anything, but Song Yang did.

This woman is clearly trying to seduce me.

After Fan Shengmei said that, Guan Juer's already rosy face turned even redder.

She knew that Fan Shengmei must have heard the commotion earlier, which was why she deliberately stayed to see her make a fool of herself.

Come to think of it, they usually get up around 7 a.m.

At that time, I was at the peak of my career, and the soundproofing in the room wasn't very good.

If you can't hear it, then you need to go to the hospital to have your ears checked.

"Guan Guan, go wash up."

Song Yang told Guan Juer to go wash up and then informed Fan Shengmei.

"Miss Fan, it's been a long time."

"Yes."

Fan Shengmei nodded, her eyes seemingly filled with tears.

I don't know why, but every time I see Song Yang, I feel like I have an insatiable desire for him.

The air seemed to thicken, making one feel heavy and still.

Chapter 466: Guan Juer: Sister Fan is very capable!

Guan Juer didn't dawdle when she went to the bathroom to wash up.

I took a quick shower and came out of the bathroom.

Meeting Fan Shengmei's ambiguous smile, she, who hadn't yet gained much experience, was completely overwhelmed.

I changed my clothes, grabbed my things, and headed out:

"I'm going to work."

"Well, I'll take you there."

Song Yang was very considerate and spoke up.

"it is good."

Guan Juer could not refuse and nodded with a smile.

Seeing that Song Yang was going to take Guan Juer to work, Fan Shengmei's expression changed slightly, and she couldn't help but feel disappointed.

If Song Yang leaves, then all this outfit I've put on will have been wasted.

Thinking of this, Fan Shengmei stopped her:

"Guan Guan, you go by yourself."

"I have something to discuss with Mr. Song."

"What is it?"

Guan Juer asked subconsciously.

Fan Shengmei quickly came up with an excuse:

"Of course it's about work."

"I would like to have Mr. Song conduct an interview."

"To see if I'm suitable to work at his company."

"Oh."

Guan Juer nodded, not thinking much of it.

She also wanted to go to Song Yang's place, but after considering many factors, she gave up on the idea for the time being.

"Then I'll go to work by myself."

Guan Juer expressed her support and said to Song Yang:

"Yang-ge, do your best in interviewing Sister Fan."

"Sister Fan is very capable at work!"

"Really."

Song Yang smiled slightly and said solemnly:

"Then I'll have to see for myself."

Once Guan Juer leaves...

Only Fan Shengmei and Song Yang remained in the room.

A man and a woman alone together, and an ambiguous atmosphere gradually rises and spreads.

He met Fan Shengmei's longing and eager gaze.

Song Yang was not in a hurry, but said in a serious tone:

"An interview, right?"

Did you bring your resume?

Fan Shengmei was slightly taken aback, she really didn't expect Song Yang to pull this stunt.

But she quickly realized that role-playing was something she understood.

She immediately smiled, ran her hand across her chest, and said sweetly:

"My resume is on me, come and get it."

Seeing Fan Shengmei cooperate with him, Song Yang's lips curled into a smile:

"Do I have to go get it?"

"I see."

Fan Shengmei understood Song Yang's meaning and stood up, saying:

"I'll bring it to you."

When Fan Shengmei walked up to Song Yang, she took out her resume and handed it to him.

Her resume was very unusual because it was completely blank.

Despite having nothing on it, Song Yang nodded, clearly satisfied with the resume.

"good."

As Song Yang flipped through the pages, he asked:

"what will you do?"

When Song Yang questioned her, Fan Shengmei breathed softly:

"I know a lot more."

"Really."

Song Yang raised an eyebrow and smiled:

"Come on, Miss Fan."

"Show me your work ability."

"I'm looking forward to your performance!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Song."

Fan Shengmei smiled charmingly, her eyes sparkling with desire:

"I'll make you rave about it!"

"it is good."

Song Yang nodded and smiled slightly:

"I can't wait any longer."

Even without Song Yang saying anything, Fan Shengmei had already figured it out.

Without further ado, let's continue our verbal sparring.

After all, talking is not enough; we need to use another method.

Moreover, having leverage over the other party allows you to better demonstrate your work abilities.

"This is..."

Fan Shengmei has a very keen sense of taste.

The moment I tasted it, I realized it wasn't a flavor that belonged to Song Yang.

It's easy to tell that this must have been left by Guan Juer.

After all, no matter how much you tidy up the room, it's not as clean as taking a shower.

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Having figured out the key point, Fan Shengmei didn't despise him.

Compared to my previous experiences, this is really nothing.

When collaborating with others, it's sometimes unavoidable to compromise your principles.

A few minutes later, Fan Shengmei looked up and asked:

"What does Mr. Song think of my abilities?"

Song Yang lowered his head, meeting Fan Shengmei's gaze, and nodded in approval as he looked at her delicate face.

"Great, I'm very satisfied!"

Then he shook his head and said:

"But that's not enough."

"Miss Fan, show us your true skills."

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"it is good."

Even without Song Yang saying anything, Fan Shengmei was already getting impatient.

Song Yang spoke without hesitation for even a second.

After mounting his horse, he began to demonstrate his superb riding skills.

At this moment, Fan Shengmei was like a general on an ancient battlefield.

Holding a long spear, he galloped through the midst of a vast army, charging back and forth.

It was far more intense than Zhao Zilong's seven charges in and out of Changbanpo.

at the same time.

Inside bedroom 2302 upstairs.

The three old comrades who had once carried guns woke up one after another.

Actually, Andy woke up first; her biological clock is very punctual.

No matter how late I work or how tired I am, I always wake up on time.

She originally intended to leave quietly to avoid embarrassment.