Adult Films: Support Qin Yumo at the Beginning

After all, the idea of ​​administering sleeping pills to someone's chest was truly eye-opening and shocking to him.

This is somewhat similar to the idea that something is poisonous.

It now seems that Zhao Mosheng's plan is to find some ambiguous angles to take some unclear photos, which she can use as leverage against him, making him hesitant to act against her.

"hehe…"

Having guessed Zhao Mosheng's purpose, Song Yang sneered inwardly.

In his view, this trip was originally just about satisfying himself.

But now Zhao Mosheng has actually caused so much trouble, drugging people and taking photos.

They've made something so simple incredibly complicated.

If he didn't teach the other party a profound lesson, wouldn't it make Song Yang seem weak and easily bullied?

Soon, Zhao Mosheng returned with the camera. Song Yang closed his eyes again, waiting to give her a big surprise at the crucial moment.

Just as Zhao Mosheng was setting up the scene for herself and Song Yang and looking for the right angle, a cell phone suddenly rang:

"Jingle Bell..."

Zhao Mosheng, who was about to take off her nightgown, was startled by the sudden ringing of the bell.

He then realized that it wasn't his own phone ringing, but rather the sound coming from Song Yang's pocket; it was his phone calling.

After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Mosheng reached into Song Yang's pocket.

The next second, the hand that had been reached in withdrew as if it had been electrocuted.

Zhao Mosheng gritted her teeth, thinking to herself that this bastard had a terrifying temper; even though she was asleep, he still hadn't calmed down.

Finding the right spot, she reached out again, and this time she didn't make a mistake and successfully pulled out her phone.

Looking down, Zhao Mosheng's expression changed drastically, and she blurted out:

"husband!!"

The caller had no name; it was just a string of numbers.

But this string of numbers was extremely familiar to Zhao Mosheng, because it was her husband He Yichen's phone number.

Zhao Mosheng was shaken to her core.

She didn't know why her husband called Song Yang, especially at a time like this.

Did her husband discover her affair with Song Yang and come back specifically to catch her cheating?

On second thought, something didn't seem right. If it were really catching them in the act, why would they call to notify them? They would have come secretly to catch them in bed together.

Unable to figure it out no matter how much she thought about it, Zhao Mosheng made a snap decision and tapped on her phone with trembling hands.

As soon as the call connected, a familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, calm in tone:

"Sir, your car is blocking my parking space. If it's convenient, could you please come and move it?"

"..."

Hearing her husband's words, Zhao Mosheng inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out they weren't there to catch someone cheating, but because Song Yang had taken their parking spot.

Thinking about it, this guy is quite clever. If it weren't for this incident, He Yichen would have just walked right into the house.

If her husband saw this scene, Zhao Mosheng felt that even if she had a thousand mouths, it would be difficult to explain clearly.

Besides, she only has two of these things, and one of them can only drool, open its mouth to eat meat and drink milk, but can't talk at all.

"This gentleman..."

The person on the other end of the phone was waiting for a reply; it was impossible for them to speak.

Zhao Mosheng had a sudden inspiration (5.3), and raised her hand to rhythmically slap her own shapely buttocks a few times:

"Clap clap clap..."

The crisp applause abruptly silenced the sound on the other end, and then the call was disconnected.

After putting down Song Yang's phone, Zhao Mosheng was still extremely anxious; her husband was already in the parking lot.

I'll be home in no more than seven or eight minutes.

Unlike Zhao Mosheng's anxiety, Song Yang, who was pretending to be asleep, suddenly felt a surge of mischievousness when he learned that He Yichen had returned.

He hadn't originally intended to make things so complicated; he simply wanted to see what the differences were between Zhao Mosheng and Yang Zixi from the capital.

Unfortunately, this married woman didn't understand her good intentions and insisted on causing this scene, so she couldn't be blamed for going even further.

Chapter 132: You're outside, I'm inside!

But Song Yang was still not in a hurry. He wanted to see what Zhao Mosheng would do in this situation.

Soon, he sensed Zhao Mosheng's movements, as if she was thinking of lifting him up and moving him to another place.

However, having large breasts doesn't necessarily mean being strong. It would obviously be quite difficult for a woman to move a man who can't move.

To make it easier for Zhao Mosheng to continue watching her performance, Song Yang secretly supported her, saving her a lot of effort.

Zhao Mosheng, who was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, had no time to notice such details. She laboriously escorted Song Yang into the bathroom, and then came out to collect the clothes and shoes that she had just taken off him and threw them into the bathroom.

As for the red wine that was spilled all over the floor when he used himself as a wine glass to feed Song Yang, there was no time to clean it up.

After checking the time, Zhao Mosheng nervously entered the bathroom, locked the door, and turned on the shower, pretending to be taking a shower.

Just as Zhao Mosheng felt relieved, thinking that she could at least keep it from her husband, a voice sounded from behind her:

"Miss Zhao is really amazing!"

Zhao Mosheng, who was listening to the noise outside the bathroom door, trembled and turned around stiffly.

Song Yang, who should have been sleeping for several hours, had already opened his eyes and was sitting in the bathtub staring straight at him.

Subconsciously, Zhao Mosheng blurted out in surprise and doubt:

"How did you wake up?!"

"I can't sleep until the work is finished."

Song Yang stood up and approached Zhao Mosheng step by step, saying in a low voice:

"And if we keep sleeping like this, wouldn't we miss such a rare opportunity?"

"Don't you agree, Miss Zhao?"

Seeing Song Yang walking straight towards her, Zhao Mosheng's heart trembled, already anticipating what would happen next.

Instinctively, she wanted to escape, and one hand was already raised and placed on the doorknob.

But just then, He Yichen's voice came from outside:

"Mo Sheng, I'm back."

Zhao Mosheng stopped moving abruptly.

He Yichen has entered the room!

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Mosheng covered her mouth, desperately suppressing the sound that was about to come out of her throat.

It turned out that Song Yang also took this opportunity to enter, barging in without warning or giving any time to prepare.

In that instant, Zhao Mosheng felt as if her soul, hidden deep within her, had been thrust out by this sudden event.

It was a completely new territory that no one had ever set foot in before, and today someone finally stepped onto it, which made her feel deeply enlightened.

"Miss Zhao, I have given you what you asked for as promised."

Song Yang pressed close to Zhao Mosheng's back and whispered in her ear:

"But seeing you drugging me and taking out a camera to take indecent photos, it seems you don't want to keep your promise."

"This really makes me angry."

"Miss Zhao, what do you think I should do to treat you?"

He found out?!

Upon hearing Song Yang expose her intentions, Zhao Mosheng's expression changed drastically, and her already tense body became even more rigid.

This made Zhao Mosheng, who was already incredibly powerful, even more formidable, leaving Song Yang feeling caught in a dilemma.

at the same time.

As soon as He Yichen entered the house, he saw the wine bottles on the coffee table in the living room, and the mess that had been spilled all over the floor and sofa.

Upon seeing this, He Yichen subconsciously frowned, but didn't think much of it, assuming that Zhao Mosheng had accidentally dropped the bottle.

Hearing the sound of water running in the bathroom further confirmed my guess.

He Yichen probably thought that his wife wanted to drink some red wine to help her sleep, but she accidentally lost her grip and ended up getting it all over him.

"Mo Sheng, remember to tidy up after you take a shower."

He Yichen walked past the mess in the living room, went to the bathroom, and said to those inside:

"I came back to pick up some things, and I'm leaving soon, so I don't have time to help you pack."

In the bathroom, just a door away, Zhao Mosheng, who had been tightly covering her mouth, struggled to remove her hand and replied almost word by word:

"I understand, you can go ahead and get busy."

After saying that, she covered her mouth again, afraid that she would be discovered.

The thought of her husband standing at the door made her tense up even more.

This undoubtedly brought even greater trouble to Song Yang, who was expanding his territory.

Fortunately, he was very experienced and best at large-scale projects like tunnel excavation. In this situation, he could simply use detonators to blast the tunnel.

"Mo Sheng, what's wrong?"

He Yichen, who was outside the door, noticed that Zhao Mosheng was acting strangely and quickly asked with concern:

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Uncomfortable?

I'm very comfortable right now!

Although she felt extremely ashamed and indignant about Song Yang's actions, the most direct physical manifestation of his feelings was undeniable.

With just these two skills, she's already doing better than her husband.

After all, it has become more deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"No."

Zhao Mosheng suppressed the urge to shout, her chest heaving, and bit her lip hard, saying in a muffled voice:

"I'm perfectly healthy, you don't need to worry about me."

"Ok."

Seeing that Zhao Mosheng insisted, He Yichen had no choice but to give up and said:

"If you feel unwell, remember to go to the hospital for a checkup."

After saying that, he turned and left the bathroom, not wanting to disturb his wife's bath, but instead went to get the documents he needed before going out to do his work.

Hearing the footsteps fading away outside the door, Zhao Mosheng's tense body relaxed slightly.

However, Song Yang didn't want He Yichen to leave so easily. He reached out and grabbed Zhao Mosheng's long hair, pulling her closer and whispering:

"Ms. Zhao, could you please ask Attorney He to drink the chicken soup you prepared for me?"

"Such a carefully prepared dish, how can we not let your husband try it?"

Upon hearing Song Yang's words, Zhao Mosheng's eyes widened. She guessed his intentions and firmly refused:

"impossible!"

"impossible?"

Song Yang smiled gently and said:

"Then I'll have to go out and meet with Attorney He in person."