Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

"Mr. Song has arrived. I'll go open the door!"

Judging from his actions, one can imagine how excited he was and how much he looked forward to what was to come.

Seeing Vincent open the door, Song Yang smiled and said:

"Mr. Wen, it's nice to see you again."

"Yes."

Vincent smiled and nodded, saying:

"Come in quickly, Nuolan is waiting for you."

"Ha ha..."

Song Yang burst into laughter and stepped inside.

Then he saw Nuolan sitting on the sofa next to him, looking at him.

Song Yang strode over, making no attempt to hide Vincent's presence, and plopped down next to Nolan:

How is your recovery going?

"good."

Nolan replied casually, glancing at Vincent.

Seeing that he indeed did not react to Song Yang's actions, but instead his eyes were sparkling with excitement.

It seems that such actions are just minor matters and cannot satisfy his perverted fetishes.

Seeing this, Nuolan flipped over and sat on Song Yang's lap, saying sweetly:

"Why don't you take a look at it for me?"

"Not in a hurry."

Song Yang glanced at Vincent, whose eyes were full of eagerness, as if he couldn't wait to take action.

But he wasn't in a hurry, and holding Nuolan, he said:

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I haven't eaten yet."

"Let's have a meal together first, then we can talk about this."

"Mr. Song, we have already eaten."

Vincent was getting anxious and pointed to a spot not far away, saying:

"There's still some on the table, Mr. Song, please take a bite."

You expect me to eat your leftovers?

Song Yang remained calm and spoke in a flat tone.

"Mr. Song, you've misunderstood!"

Vincent shook his head repeatedly and explained:

"That was not what I meant!"

"hehe..."

Song Yang smiled faintly, his gaze falling on Nuolan:

"However, I still really enjoy eating Miss Nolan's leftovers!"

"Mr. Wen, from now on, Nuolan is my woman!"

"Remember?"

"I've got it! I've got it!"

Vincent nodded repeatedly, smiling ingratiatingly:

"I'm glad Mr. Song is happy."

"Where would you like to eat, Mr. Song? I'll drive you there."

The conversation between the two made Nuolan very unhappy, as she actually compared herself to leftovers.

Although the analogy is correct, why is it so offensive?

Moreover, Vincent's reaction surprised her even more.

It turns out there really are men who can just stand by and watch their wives remain indifferent.

Moreover, it was done proactively, and he even put on a smiling face.

Even though she was dissatisfied, Nolan was too lazy to say anything more.

Song Yang noticed Nuolan's thoughts and smiled, saying:

"Nolan, you're not leftovers!"

After saying that, he pulled her up and continued:

"Let's go out for dinner."

Chapter 435: Song Yang: Don't interfere with my performance!

Ten minutes later.

On the way to the restaurant, Vincent, who was acting as the driver, kept glancing at the rearview mirror.

Strangely, even though there were two people in the back row, only Song Yang's figure could be seen.

He lay there on his back, looking relaxed and content, his eyes half-closed, seemingly enjoying himself immensely.

Vincent's eyes were filled with excitement; he knew what Nolan was doing.

Especially when the voice came, he was so excited that his hands were shaking.

So this is what it feels like to see your wife in person!

"Mr. Wen, please concentrate on driving."

Song Yang slightly opened his eyes and smiled as he reminded him.

"Yes, Mr. Song."

Vincent quickly looked away and asked considerately:

"Should I slow down a bit more?"

"Ah."

Song Yang nodded and stroked Nuolan's hair, saying:

"It will take me a long time."

"Nolan, don't you think so?"

"Um..."

Nolan didn't speak, but just gave a soft hum.

Vincent resisted the urge to turn around and look, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Vincent sincerely admired Song Yang's endurance.

Only a man like this can control his wife.

Just then, Song Yang's voice came:

"You can pull over now."

I'm almost there!

Vincent didn't say anything, but immediately adjusted the steering wheel and pulled towards the side of the road.

Once the car came to a complete stop, he instinctively turned his head to look.

This time, he was not disappointed!

I saw with my own eyes how satisfied my wife was with her meal.

Nolan, looking up, met Vincent's excited gaze, touched the corner of her mouth, and said sweetly:

“It tastes really good!”

"nice! You love it!"

Song Yang laughed and said to Vincent:

"Mr. Wen, could you please go and buy a bottle of water?"

"Ok."

Vincent nodded excitedly:

"I'll be right away."

"You all take a break."

Vincent left quickly and returned just in time.

As soon as he got back, he handed the bottled water he had bought to Nuolan:

"Nolan, rinse your mouth."

Nuolan glanced at him, then took the bag and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Then, to Vincent's surprise, she spat the water she had used to rinse her mouth directly onto his face.

After vomiting, he even added a sarcastic remark:

"What a green-haired turtle!"

Vincent wasn't angry at all at Nolan's actions; in fact, he nodded in deep agreement.

"Nolan, you're right."

"I am the green-haired turtle!"

"Ha ha..."

Song Yang laughed heartily beside him, put his arm around the expressionless Nuolan, and walked towards the restaurant not far away:

"Nolan, don't worry about him."

"Let's go eat first."

"We still have a lot to do tonight."

"You need to be well-fed to have energy."

"..."

It took more than half an hour to eat.

When we got back after eating and drinking our fill, it was almost nine o'clock.

Vincent was eager to get started all the way.

Once inside, I finally couldn't contain my excitement.

Because the long-awaited show is about to begin.

“Go ahead, Mr. Wen.”

Song Yang pointed to the cabinet not far away and said:

"Hide inside, don't disturb me and Nuolan."

"it is good!"

Vincent nodded excitedly, strode over, crawled into the cabinet, and then opened it a crack.

This way, you can see what's happening outside, and although you can't see everything, it's enough to satisfy your inner desires.

Seeing this, Song Yang sat down on the sofa and patted his thigh.