Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

In the living room, Zhao Mosheng, who had already prepared everything, sat on the sofa.

After hanging up with Song Yang, she waited for almost an hour, silently cursing him viciously in her heart:

"I'd rather die on that woman!"

Zhao Mosheng knew without a doubt that the reason Song Yang was so late was because he was being held up by the women who were present at the time.

"Jingle Bell..."

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Zhao Mosheng's body trembled: They're here!

After mentally rehearsing the plan once more and confirming that everything was correct, I slowly took a few deep breaths.

Amidst the surging waves, Zhao Mosheng calmed her somewhat agitated mind, then got up and walked towards the door.

I opened the door and a tall, slender figure stood in the doorway.

The moment the other person saw her, their unbridled gaze made Zhao Mosheng tremble. She forced herself to remain calm and said:

"come in."

After saying that, he turned around and let Song Yang follow him into the house.

Song Yang stepped into the house and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

His gaze fell on Zhao Mosheng's back, admiring her full and alluring figure.

Her nightgown was so thin it was almost invisible, revealing glimpses of her fair skin.

Such alluring scenery makes one irresistibly drawn to explore the place further.

Dressed like that, it's clearly for myself.

A thought flashed through Song Yang's mind, and without hesitation, he stepped forward, pulled Zhao Mosheng into his arms, and whispered with a smile:

"Miss Zhao, you must have dressed up especially for me today."

"Well..."

Caught off guard by Song Yang's sudden embrace, Zhao Mosheng let out a soft snort, quickly broke free, and turned around, saying expressionlessly:

"You don't need to rush."

"Since I have agreed, I will naturally fulfill your request."

Did you bring what I asked for?

"of course."

Song Yang nodded and took a USB flash drive out of his pocket.

Seeing this, Zhao Mosheng instinctively reached out to take it, but Song Yang dodged her, and then smiled:

“Miss Zhao, as the saying goes, cash on delivery.”

"The item is right here; it's time for you to take action."

How can I know if what you have is real if I don't check it?

Zhao Mosheng continued in a stiff tone:

"And how would I know if you have any other backups besides this USB drive?"

"What you said makes sense."

Song Yang nodded in feigned agreement, tossed the USB drive to Zhao Mosheng, and then smiled:

"As for whether there are any other backups, I have no way to prove that to Ms. Zhao."

"However, I can guarantee that as long as Miss Zhao's performance satisfies me, this USB drive will be the only one available!"

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Mosheng's face turned ugly; this was still an attempt to blackmail her.

"It doesn't mean anything else."

Song Yang shook his head, strolled leisurely towards the living room, and smiled:

"It's just that I'm worried that Miss Zhao will renege on her promise after she gets the things."

"I'll say it again: as long as Miss Zhao satisfies me, I will satisfy you as well."

"Whether you agree or not is your choice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yang's nose twitched, and a rich aroma of chicken soup wafted over.

Following the smell, I saw an electric clay pot in the kitchen that was kept warm, and the aroma was coming from inside.

Eager to taste Zhao Mosheng's (good) married woman flavor, Song Yang walked towards the kitchen, saying as he went:

"Miss Zhao, you're so thoughtful to have even prepared chicken soup for me."

Upon hearing Song Yang's words, Zhao Mosheng's eyes flickered, and she spoke up to stop him:

"This isn't for you. I made it especially for my husband. You can't drink it!"

"Oh?"

Song Yang chuckled softly, turned to look at Zhao Mosheng, and said meaningfully:

"That's right."

"Then I should definitely try it."

“I’ve already come into Attorney He’s house, so what’s wrong with drinking a bowl of chicken soup?”

"Don't you think so, Miss Zhao?"

Meeting Song Yang's teasing gaze, how could Zhao Mosheng not understand the implied meaning?

Even his own wife is about to be slept with, so compared to that, a mouthful of chicken soup really doesn't amount to much.

Zhao Mosheng remained silent, observing Song Yang's actions in quiet anticipation of the situation unfolding as she had predicted.

Chapter 129: We have an afternoon!

At this moment, Song Yang reached out and opened the casserole, and immediately felt a richer aroma than before wafting towards him.

The next second, a strange look flashed in Song Yang's eyes; the chicken soup didn't taste quite right.

In other words, something else was added to it.

During the few days he spent with Xinling while she was treating her illness, he drank a lot of chicken soup, about one chicken a day.

According to Cyndi Wang, he was worried that he had expended so much energy on her, leaving him too depleted, and that he needed to replenish his body and his depleted energy.

Besides being familiar with the taste of chicken soup, another reason is that, in the process of using his own genes to treat Cyndi, he also accelerated the body's absorption of the previously injected gene repair fluid.

The intense exercise at the pool party a few days ago has exhausted the effects of the gene repair.

This resulted in his four-dimensional attributes, excluding spirit, including agility, physique, and strength, all of which were far superior to before, reaching an astonishing three times.

The enhancement of his physique was comprehensive, which naturally made Song Yang exceptionally sensitive to smells.

He could even vaguely sense Zhao Mosheng's gaze behind him, hoping that he would be able to scoop up a bowl and drink it.

As for what was added to the chicken soup, it was probably a sleeping pill or similar medication, and in considerable quantities.

Song Yang had never encountered this before, but someone in Love Apartment used it frequently, namely Zeng Xiaoxian, who worked the night shift. Because his days and nights were reversed, he sometimes needed this to help him sleep, so he felt a bit familiar with it.

Just as Song Yang had guessed, Zhao Mosheng had indeed put sleeping pills in the chicken soup.

Not only was there chicken soup simmering in the casserole, but there were also dishes on the table that hadn't been cleared away yet, and a bottle of red wine that had been taken out and placed in a prominent spot.

She added a sufficient amount of sleeping pills to these, ensuring that Song Yang would fall asleep within minutes of taking a small sip.

To be on the safe side, if none of the food caused Song Yang to fall for it, Zhao Mosheng had prepared a final trump card.

The part of himself that Song Yang paid the most attention to every time he saw him was soaked in water that had been soaked with sleeping pills for a long time.

Zhao Mosheng had no doubt that if things developed to that point, her pair of weapons, which she considered the most formidable in the world, would definitely be Song Yang's primary target.

When she spoke up to stop him, she wasn't trying to dissuade Song Yang; she was using reverse psychology.

In Zhao Mosheng's mind, a strong man like Song Yang is more likely to do the things that are forbidden to him.

Sure enough, things were developing in the direction I had anticipated.

As soon as Song Yang finished speaking, he filled his bowl to the brim, then looked at Zhao Mosheng, who had been staring at him, and smiled:

"It's delicious."

"I really envy Attorney He's good fortune in food."

"It's great to be able to drink such fragrant chicken soup often."

"Since I have this rare opportunity today, I must have a good taste of Miss Zhao's flavor!"

"you!"

Zhao Mosheng feigned surprise and anger, pretending not to want to see her chicken soup ruined by Song Yang, and turned around to say:

"I'll go check if the UP disk you gave me is genuine."

With that, he walked into the study inside, waiting for Song Yang to finish drinking the chicken soup and for the medicine to take effect before proceeding with the next step of the plan.

Watching Zhao Mosheng's graceful figure as she stormed off in anger, Song Yang looked down at the steaming chicken soup in his bowl and followed her.

Just as Zhao Mosheng reached the study door, she heard footsteps behind her, turned around, and looked at Song Yang, who had already stood in front of her. She said calmly:

"Why are you following me?"

"Of course, I have something to trouble Miss Zhao with."

Song Yang smiled slightly and continued:

"This chicken soup was made by Miss Zhao herself. Perhaps it would taste even better if Miss Zhao fed it to us herself."

"You're dreaming!"

Zhao Mosheng refused without even thinking.

She even wanted her to feed him herself. Even He Yichen hadn't enjoyed this kind of treatment many times, so why should the man in front of her do that?

"Ok."

Song Yang shrugged, saying indifferently:

"Since Miss Zhao is unwilling, then forget it."

"By the way, where's the trash can?"

When Song Yang asked about the trash can, Zhao Mosheng was startled. Was it about to fall over?

No!

Although there are other places where sleeping pills are available, since Song Yang has already prepared the chicken soup, we should start here.

After all, delays can lead to unforeseen circumstances. If this opportunity is missed, it's very likely that I'll have to use my own weapons to get Song Yang to fall for it.

That was a secret weapon, and she wouldn't let any man other than He Yichen touch it unless absolutely necessary.

Not to mention that in order for the medicine to have a sufficient effect, it must be eaten by the other party who can't get enough of it.

That's the last thing Zhao Mosheng wanted to see happen.

"I can feed you."

Thinking of this, Zhao Mosheng immediately changed her mind and gave another suitable excuse:

"I will do my best to satisfy you, but you must promise me that there are no other backups on this USB drive!"

"Don't worry, Miss Zhao."

Song Yang nodded and said seriously:

"I have many strengths, but my greatest strength is honesty and trustworthiness."

“I’ve said before that as long as you satisfy me, Attorney He will not be at risk of going to jail.”

"Okay, I believe you!"

Zhao Mosheng bit her lip and stared straight at Song Yang, as if she had made a great decision before finally agreeing.

"very good."