Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

"Yes, that's him!"

Can you guess how much money this remittance is?

"Say it!"

Qu Xiaoxiao said impatiently.

A sycophant is keeping me in suspense; it seems I need to find an opportunity to teach him a lesson and make him realize his place.

"Two hundred million! Two hundred million in cash, Xiaoxiao!"

Hearing Yao Bin's answer, even Qu Xiaoxiao, a rich second-generation, was shocked.

However, among those present, there were others who reacted even more strongly than she did.

That is, Fan Shengmei, who had a blind date with Song Yang.

Upon learning that Song Yang was actually a low-key billionaire, he was so regretful he almost ground his teeth to powder.

How could I have been so blind back then?

They only noticed the other person's youth, but didn't realize they were also quite wealthy.

If I had spent more time with her back then, with my mature woman's charm, could I possibly have reached the pinnacle of my life by now?

She is no longer an older single woman who has to compete for the best opportunities, but has become a true wealthy woman.

Two hundred million!

That's an enormous number.

It would take nearly two thousand years to earn that much on a monthly salary of ten thousand yuan without eating or drinking.

A golden bachelor just slipped right out of my sight?

Thinking about this, Fan Shengmei's heart was filled with resentment.

The opportunity to rise to the top is right in front of us, how could we possibly give it up?

The fact that we can meet again today means that we are destined to be together, and if we are destined to be together, we should try to make the most of it.

As for what Qu Xiaoxiao said, that someone who appears to be Song Yang's lover is already living in the apartment upstairs.

Fan Shengmei subconsciously filtered out the possibility; as long as she wasn't married, it meant there was still a chance.

All I can say is that her idea is really wonderful. If Song Yang knew, he would probably just smile and then find a place to have a good time.

Six p.m.

Seeing that Xinling looked much healthier than before, Song Yang knew that his treatment plan was very effective.

As for Cyndi, she clearly felt that her situation was much better than before.

In terms of time, 5.3 was much longer than the first time she was with Song Yang.

Another aspect is that Song Yang's actions were no longer as cautious as before.

At that moment, Xinling realized how much Song Yang had cared for her back then.

At the same time, they also gained a completely new experience.

Feeling that her condition seemed to be improving, Cyndi wondered if it was due to the magic of love.

Thinking of this, Xinling was overjoyed and couldn't help but hug Song Yang, who had sat up, resting her head on his shoulder, and happily said:

"Honey, I feel like I'm doing much better than before."

Song Yang smiled slightly and nodded, saying:

"I think so too. Look, it's already dark outside."

Chapter 87: Fang Hui's Call, A Story After the Rain!

Although Song Yang didn't say anything, Xinling understood the deeper meaning behind it.

Her eyes sparkled with a smile, just like Song Yang's. Feeling still full of energy, Xin Ling stood up and said:

"Honey, I'll go make you some food."

Thanks to the gene repair fluid, not only was Song Yang still full of energy, but Xinling, who had absorbed a lot of it, was also full of energy.

However, some things cannot be done by force alone. The degree of wear and tear must also be considered. One should not overdo it or exhaust the resources.

Just like farmland, especially fertile paddy fields, after being plowed several times, it needs time to recover.

"Xinling".

Song Yang called out to Xinling, who was getting dressed and preparing to leave.

"What's wrong, honey?"

Xinling tilted her head and asked in confusion.

"I'll take you to the hospital for a follow-up check-up tomorrow."

Song Yang said.

Although we know that Cyndi's condition is improving, it is still necessary to go to the hospital for a check-up.

"good husband."

Xinling smiled sweetly and said:

"You should rest well. I'll call you when I've finished cooking."

Feeling both happy and physically, Xinling thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Humming a cheerful tune, she walked towards the kitchen, put on an apron, and tied up her slightly disheveled hair.

Then she opened the refrigerator, took out all the ingredients, and prepared to cook a sumptuous dinner for her beloved man.

"Jingle Bell..."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Ok?"

Xinling, who had already picked up the kitchen knife, was slightly taken aback.

She glanced back at the bedroom and was now 100% certain that the person outside the door was Qu Xiaoxiao, who lived downstairs.

Holding the gleaming kitchen knife, Xinling walked a few steps to the door and opened it.

Sure enough, it was her.

Qu Xiaoxiao stood calmly at the door, waiting for it to open. But when she opened it and saw Xinling holding a kitchen knife, she was startled and exclaimed:

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing Qu Xiaoxiao take three steps back in fright, Xinling smiled and said:

"Excuse me, I'm cooking right now."

"Miss Qu, what brings you here?"

Seeing that Xinling didn't seem to be about to chop her up, and that she was indeed wearing an apron, Qu Xiaoxiao felt a little more at ease.

Then his gaze sharpened and landed on Xinling's rosy face.

Having accumulated rich experience overseas, Qu Xiaoxiao immediately recognized the situation; it had clearly just ended and the afterglow hadn't faded.

And the allure between her brows, even the blush on her exposed skin, further testifies to the unbridled pleasure she was experiencing.

The thought of such an intense scene made Qu Xiaoxiao's heart flutter, especially after learning about Song Yang's substantial assets.

She really wanted to experience firsthand how much happiness the wealthy and powerful Song Yang could bring her.

Looking at Xinling, who was clearly well-nourished, Qu Xiaoxiao suddenly asked:

"You two didn't spend the whole afternoon in the bedroom, did you?"

"..."

Cyndi smiled without saying a word.

"Depend on!"

Seeing Xinling's tacit agreement, Qu Xiaoxiao cursed inwardly, becoming even more determined to have a good showdown with Song Yang.

"Miss Qu, please leave if there's nothing else."

Xinling didn't know Qu Xiaoxiao's inner thoughts, but she knew the other's feelings for Song Yang, and said calmly:

"I still have to cook for my husband."

"husband?"

Upon hearing this address, Qu Xiaoxiao chuckled softly.

"You're not married yet, calling each other 'husband' is a bit premature."

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

Xinling remained calm and composed.

"How can it be unrelated?"

Qu Xiaoxiao raised the corner of her mouth and said provocatively:

"Maybe in the end, I'll be the one who actually calls him 'husband'."

"hehe..."

Xinling smiled and said calmly:

"Then I wish Miss Qu all the best in achieving her dream."

With that, he turned and went back into the house, slamming the door shut.

"She's panicking!"

Qu Xiaoxiao was quite pleased with herself, but it was still a bit of a relief that she didn't see Xinling's exasperated expression.

After several encounters, it became clear that Xinling was not an easy person to deal with.

Half an hour later, Xinling, who had already prepared dinner, called Song Yang to eat together.

Just then, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the entire world.

What followed was deafening thunder and torrential rain.

By the time the two finished their meal, it was 8 p.m., and the heavy rain outside was still pouring down without any sign of stopping.

Listening to the pattering rain outside the window, Xinling, leaning against Song Yang's chest, felt a surge of joy and looked up, saying:

"Honey, let's stay here tonight."

Just as Song Yang was about to agree, his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and was surprised to see that it was Fang Hui calling.

Didn't she come to Shanghai with Su Yunjin today and then take the train to Beijing?

What does it mean to call me so late at night?

Despite his doubts, Song Yang still answered Fang Hui's call:

"Hey, what's the matter?"

After a long silence on the other end of the phone, Fang Hui's slightly trembling voice finally came through:

"Could you lend me a few hundred yuan? My wallet was stolen."

"Where are you now?"

Song Yang glanced at the heavy rain outside the window and asked.

"I'm at the bus stop outside the train station."

"Okay, I'll be right there. Be careful to avoid the rain."

Song Yang agreed, and after hanging up the phone, he looked at Xinling beside him:

"Xinling, I have to go out for a bit."

"Yeah, let's go."