Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

Hearing the sound, Hu Yifei, who was lost in thought, snapped out of it, glanced at Zeng Xiaoxian who had interrupted her reverie, and said calmly:

"You're itching for a beating, aren't you?"

"No no."

Zeng Xiaoxian shrank back and changed the subject:

"Yifei, what do you think Yumo is doing right now?"

"Could it be that Ziqiao was right?"

As he spoke, Zeng Xiaoxian paused, then said with an air of seriousness:

"And I also have a feeling that Yu Mo might be with Song Yang right now."

Upon hearing this, Hu Yifei's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously scolded him:

"Zeng Xiaoxian, if you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth!"

"I'll call Yu Mo and ask her what she's doing right now."

Since their last separation, Hu Yifei and Song Yang have not had any contact.

They were all women nearing thirty, and they used to eat until they were stuffed, so stuffed they felt like they were going to throw up.

It's been so long since we've had any contact. To say I don't want to would be a lie.

Sometimes, the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is to change into my pajamas, which are soaked with sweat or something else.

Hu Yifei got up and left, went to the bar's restroom, found Qin Yumo's phone number, and dialed it.

The notification sound went off for a while, but the call still didn't go through, making Hu Yifei wonder if Zeng Xiaoxian had really been right.

Did Qin Yumo secretly deliver vegetables to Song Yang without telling me?

Just when Hu Yifei thought the phone call would be fruitless.

"ah.."

"Slow down, I'm on the phone with Yifei."

The call connected, and Qin Yumo's voice, slightly hoarse from overuse, came through the phone:

"Yifei, is something the matter?"

Chapter 170: Hu Yifei's Personal Flash!

"..."

Hearing the commotion over there, Hu Yifei gritted her teeth, almost breaking her back molars.

The veins on her hand, gripping the phone, were bulging, a testament to her intense excitement.

She's not some naive young girl; how could she not understand what Qin Yumo was doing on the other end of the phone?

That bastard Zeng Xiaoxian was right; Yu Mo really is on a date with Song Yang.

Judging from the other party's somewhat hoarse voice and considering the previous situation, it was probably already the second half of the game.

Even though it was confirmed that the person currently hanging out with Qin Yumo was Song Yang, Hu Yifei still couldn't help but grit her teeth and ask:

"Are you with Song Yang?"

"Yes."

Qin Yumo on the other end of the phone readily admitted:

"He's standing right behind me right now."

"Yifei, I'm so full, I can't take it anymore. Do you want to come and take over?"

Take over?

Hearing Qin Yumo's words, Hu Yifei was speechless.

This isn't some 400-meter relay race, so why bother with baton exchanges?

However, to be fair, Qin Yumo's explanation is quite apt.

If I were to actually get involved, then I would indeed have to take over the baton.

But how could Hu Yifei possibly get involved in something like this?

As the saying goes, once or twice is acceptable, but not a third time.

The previous two incidents were caused by various accidents, and she absolutely would not allow such an absurd thing to happen a third time.

Just as Hu Yifei fell silent, Qin Yumo's voice came through the phone again:

"Song Yang, do you want to say a few words to Yifei?"

"Yes, Yifei..."

Immediately, the applause subsided slightly, and then Song Yang's voice came through.

Hu Yifei hung up the phone with a sullen face, not waiting for Song Yang to finish speaking.

"This bastard!"

With a cold expression, Hu Yifei clenched her fists.

He wished he could rush up to Song Yang right now and fire a few bullets at him to vent his anger.

But Hu Yifei remained calm, knowing that if she went at that moment, it wouldn't just be a matter of a quick flick of the wrist.

What is being vented is not anger, but the longing that has accumulated in my heart during this period.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, she really missed Song Yang after not seeing him for so long.

the other side.

"Dududu..."

Hearing the notification sound of the call ending, Song Yang, who had just taken the phone from Qin Yumo, felt somewhat helpless.

Meeting Qin Yumo's questioning gaze as she turned around, he smiled helplessly:

"Yifei is dead."

Qin Yumo, with an air of "I knew it all along," said:

　(acfd) "It seems Yifei is determined to make you confess."

"Otherwise, I'll have to cut ties with you."

"What are you going to do about it?"

“Pah…”

Song Yang didn't answer the question, but instead slapped Qin Yumo across the face.

"Well.."

With a soft moan, a light red handprint appeared on Qin Yumo's fair and delicate skin.

Meeting Qin Yumo's playful glare, Song Yang smiled and asked:

"Let's not talk about Yifei for now."

"Don't you want me to confront you?"

"Um.."

Faced with Song Yang's question, Qin Yumo opened her slightly closed eyes, took a breath, and then spoke:

"I definitely thought about it, but that was in the past."

"Now."

At this point, Qin Yumo drew out her words and chuckled:

"I think this is fine now."

Anyway, I don't plan to find another man.

"Having you as a helper to solve problems is enough."

"But if you ever decide you don't want to help me with this anymore, remember to let me know in advance."

"Snapped..."

Song Yang raised his hand and slapped Qin Yumo hard again, feigning displeasure as he said:

"how?"

"You're still looking for another job?"

"Yes."

Qin Yumo rolled her eyes and nodded. Seeing Song Yang's reaction, she then smiled and shook her head, saying:

"But that doesn't seem to work either."

"Having been with you for so long, I've become your shape."

"If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't be able to solve my problem."

"So I still have to rely on you. It seems that once you get tired of me, I'll have to go hungry or fend for myself."

As she spoke, Qin Yumo raised her right hand, turning it over to examine her slender, fair fingers, then sighed softly:

“That won’t work.”

Seeing this, Song Yang couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that Qin Yumo was subtly expressing her feelings.

However, Song Yang was still quite satisfied to see that the other party had thought things through so clearly.

He rubbed the spot where he had just slapped himself and solemnly promised:

"Don't worry, Yu Mo."

"The situation you're worried about will absolutely not happen."

"Humph!"

Knowing Song Yang's thoughts, Qin Yumo pretended to be angry and huffed:

"You got off easy!"

Then, without wasting any more breath, he simply closed his eyes and turned his head back.

Time flies, and happy times always pass quickly.

Before we knew it, it was already late at night.

Love Apartment, Apartment 3601.

In a room upstairs, a wall lamp above the bed cast a warm glow.

Hu Yifei lay on the bed with her eyes closed, wearing a rather thin nightgown.

Because she was lying on her side, her nightgown clung tightly to her body, clearly revealing her alluring and curvaceous figure.

The next second, Hu Yifei's eyelids trembled, and she opened her eyes.

Judging from the look in her eyes, she didn't seem to have just woken up; she hadn't been asleep at all.

Yes, Hu Yifei really hadn't slept at all.

Even though I had drunk a few more drinks at the bar earlier because I was feeling down, and I was slightly tipsy.

But the thought of Song Yang messing around with Qin Yumo made the fire in her heart rise uncontrollably.

This flame was not only fueled by anger at Song Yang's inaction, but also by an instinctive desire to take Qin Yumo's place.

It seemed she had been thinking too deeply, and Hu Yifei felt she couldn't control her emotions anymore.

Then he rolled off the bed, walked a few steps to the wardrobe, and rummaged through the drawers to find something.

This thing is small and exquisite, with a pink exterior, and it is clearly a system-generated "Dan Yi Shan".

Song Yang probably never expected that Hu Yifei would still have this thing.

Looking at what she was holding, Hu Yifei hesitated for a moment.

Then he turned around and walked to the bedside, taking a disposable glove out of the bedside table drawer.