Chapter 171: Little Xue Who Participates for the Sake of Participation

Yanjing Tiancheng, large apartment.

"Bang!" The door was closed heavily.

A man and a woman hugged each other tightly with great tacit understanding.

"Huff, huff—"

Zhao Yaqian gasped, her long legs wrapped in black silk surrounding him, her sexy and hot body exceptionally charming.

She raised her head, pressed her delicate nose against his lips, and said affectionately, "Brother Song, your mouth smells so good; I like it so much."

Tang Song kissed her cheek, feeling the infinitely beautiful curves.

"Ah~" Zhao Yaqian exclaimed, her whole body tense.

After a long while, she bit her boyfriend's ear and whispered, "I had my period on April 29th last month; these few days are absolutely safe, so it's fine to do it a few more times."

"So sensible!" Tang Song took a deep breath, took the time to pull his hand out of the skirt, and pressed the close button for the electric curtains.

The slightly red sunset light outside the window became narrower and narrower, gradually disappearing.

There were only faint ambient light strips in the entire living room, and the air seemed to become scorching hot.

The 19-year-old beautician greedily felt the boyfriend's texture, her soul gradually drifting, her face full of intoxication and sinking.

"Creak—" Tang Song held Zhao Yaqian and sat on the sofa, the two entangled face-to-face.

The sound of rustling sounded in the quiet living room.

Zhao Yaqian bit her moist lips, breathing rapidly, "Brother Song, I feel Little Xue likes these stockings quite a bit, and they are Balenciaga; it's too wasteful to tear them. How about another day?"

Tang Song smiled and exerted slight force with both hands.

"Rip—" The white, delicate skin formed a sharp contrast with the transparent black silk.

Zhao Yaqian exclaimed and quickly said, "Brother Song, let me take off the shirt and pencil skirt first, I'm afraid they'll get dirty later."

She still remembered her boyfriend's performance last time; if she left any marks on them, she really wouldn't be able to explain it to Little Xue.

Tang Song slowly unbuttoned her shirt, "No need to take them off. Later, you can ask her how much this outfit costs, and just compensate her double the price."

"Alright, I'll ask her in a moment." Zhao Yaqian could only silently say sorry to Little Xue; after all, she had promised well when borrowing the clothes, and now she was going to break her word.

However, she had received so much today; if she couldn't even satisfy this small request of her boyfriend, it would be a bit unreasonable.

When shopping on the weekend, she could give Little Xue a luxury gift to make up for it.

Zhao Yaqian, who was thinking, suddenly trembled, her gaze blurred.

"Alright, Qian Qian, the living room is big enough; let's play basketball together."

"Alright." As a novice player, Zhao Yaqian had a very challenging spirit and was eager to try.

After a while.

"Brother Song, you don't talk about martial arts; you actually snatched the opening!"

"Wuwuwu—"

Unfortunately, there was no referee at the ball game site, otherwise, a "beep, beep, beep" whistle would definitely have sounded.

The scene became chaotic.

Tang Song held multiple positions alone—power forward, small forward, point guard, shooting guard.

Breaking through from the front, dribbling for a layup, violent dunk!

Suppressing Zhao Yaqian fiercely.

……

The setting sun in the sky was like blood, gradually sinking below the horizon, leaving a touch of afterglow lingering in the sky.

The colors in the sky changed confusingly, from orange-red to deep blue, and then to deep black.

Lights began to light up in every corner of the city, like little stars in the night sky.

Yanjing Huating, in the dim bedroom.

Slender and slender arms hung down from the bed, emitting a faint luster, the exquisite manicure in close contact with the wooden floor.

Still wearing the little gift dress and high heels, Lin Mu lay on the bed, her eye sockets red, her teeth biting her lower lip hard.

The image of him walking off the car constantly flashed before her eyes.

White Bentley Continental GT, clear and tall boy, Patek Philippe shining with diamonds.

It turns out that watch was real.

Lin Mu's body trembled, and she sat up from the bed.

She turned on the bedside lamp, looked around the room, and was in a daze for a while before remembering something.

Walking out of the bedroom door, she opened her Dior bag and finally found her phone inside.

There were dozens of unread messages on WeChat.

As a popular woman, and with such an outstanding persona.

Naturally, there was no shortage of pursuers and "lick-dogs" on her WeChat.

Every day she could receive a large amount of greetings, weather forecasts, and emotional texts.

Besides this, there were also messages from colleagues and friends.

Lin Mu's white and slender fingers slid down several pages, finally finding that familiar yet strange name.

The avatar was an anime character, and the nickname was "Tang Song."

She clicked on the chat box.

【Tang Song: Make friends. jpg】

【Tang Song: "Good evening, why didn't I see you at the negotiation banquet tonight?"】

【Lin Mu: "I'm only responsible for signing in; I don't participate in the follow-up banquet."】

【Tang Song: "OK, alright. You are an employee of Rongxin Venture Capital, so you should be working on the 19th floor of the Yunxi Building, right?"】

【Lin Mu: "Hmm, a bit sleepy, rest early, good night."】

…

Lin Mu grabbed her hair hard.

She thought of several points Zhao Yaqian mentioned when eating at noon.

She met her boyfriend at a barbershop; he wasn't outstanding at the time, only later did she know he was very rich, and after a thorough exchange two days ago, he immediately promised to support her for a lifetime.

Originally, it could have been me!

Young and handsome boyfriend, 100 million USD trust, 14 million annual maintenance fee, luxury car, large apartment, charity banquet, official jet, international fashion week, luxury cruise.

Lin Mu's gaze instantly blurred, and she hugged her head and cried.

Regret entangled her tightly like a bone-eating poisonous snake.

The opportunity she had dreamed of appeared before her eyes, but she watched it slip away, and it was a boy she had moved her heart for.

After a while, the crying gradually stopped.

Lin Mu kicked off her high heels, washed her face that had been ruined by crying, and lay face down on the soft bed.

"Ding-dong—" The WeChat notification sound of the phone rang.

However, she had no intention to look at it at all.

"Ding-dong—" It rang again.

She raised her head, her lips still stuck with a few long black hairs.

She picked up her phone and glanced at it, her eyes widening slightly.

【Yisha Beauty Salon - Qian Qian: "Little Xue, how much did you buy this outfit I'm wearing today for?"】

【Yisha Beauty Salon - Qian Qian: "Sorry, dear, the clothes were accidentally stained; I'll compensate you with money, and you can buy a new set, okay?"】

"Stained?" Lin Mu's mind instantly flashed through several images.

Hesitating for a moment, she replied: "It's okay, I'll just wash it; after all, I've worn it for a while."

If it were Tang Song, she wouldn't mind.

After a while.

【Yisha Beauty Salon - Qian Qian: "Um, better compensate you with money; my boyfriend accidentally ruined it. Dear, calculate the shirt + pencil skirt + stockings, how much in total."】

Ruined?

Lin Mu was stunned, first feeling some heartache.

Her clothes were numerous, but there were only a few true luxury goods.

In order to please Zhao Yaqian, she had also taken out her best.

Immediately after, several violent images flashed through her mind again.

Broken stockings, lifted pencil skirt, open shirt.

Thinking that it was still her own clothes, she couldn't help but shiver, her body slightly hot.

Where did this inexplicable sense of participation come from?

But if that was the case, the clothes were indeed scrapped.

Biting her lip, she replied: "Bought two months ago, let's calculate it as second-hand, 6,000 yuan."

After sending the message, her gaze flickered, and she changed the WeChat note to "Qian Qian."

After a while, "Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

【Qian Qian: "Transfer: 20,000.00 yuan, please collect"】

【Qian Qian: "I remember you said this Prada set was over ten thousand, plus the Balenciaga stockings, let's count it as twenty thousand. Sorry, Little Xue."】

Looking at the 4 zeros clearly behind the 2, Lin Mu pursed her lips, both happy and jealous.

That set of clothes of hers only added up to about twelve or thirteen thousand.

When this beautician treated her to western food at noon, she still had a painful expression, but now she transferred twenty thousand to her without hesitation.

It really is different!

This is a canary with an annual salary of ten million!

She was so envious that her teeth were sour. 【171

Clicking to accept the payment, looking at the number of ten thousand, tears welled up in her eyes again.

Not even 1 Qian/day.

Wiping away the tears, Lin Mu hesitated for a moment and sent a voice call invitation.

The money was accepted, but in order to maintain a good sister relationship, she still had to be polite.

The call invitation was sent for a long time, and just as she was about to hang up, it was finally answered.

Zhao Yaqian's dry, astringent, and slightly hoarse voice came from the other side: "Hello, Seeing Xiao Xue."

Lin Mu was startled and said nervously: "Qian Qian, are you okay?"

According to her understanding, normal MakeLove time wouldn't be too long.

To be able to make a young and energetic girl like Qian Qian like this.

Don't tell me they played alphabet games!?

This million-dollar annual salary is really not easy to earn!

Zhao Yaqian in the receiver took a sip of water and said weakly: "I'm fine, I'm sorry Seeing Xiao Xue, I ruined your clothes."

Lin Mu said softly: "It's okay, actually this outfit doesn't cost that much, I'll take the extra first, and I'll send you a Dior bracelet later."

With her good emotional intelligence, she naturally knew how to quickly close the distance with Zhao Yaqian.

Owing each other favors, back and forth, the friendship naturally deepened.

"Thank you Seeing Xiao Xue, wait for the weekend when you accompany me shopping, I will also give you a gift." Zhao Yaqian smiled happily.

The two chatted for a few more sentences and agreed on a time and place.

"That's it then, I won't disturb your rest."

"Bye-bye Seeing Xiao Xue."

Lin Mu said "Bye-bye" gently, and just as she was about to hang up the phone, she heard Zhao Yaqian's exclamation in the receiver.

Immediately after, there was another mess of strange and bizarre sounds.

"This..." Lin Mu was dumbfounded; she originally wanted to hang up the voice call, but in the end, she couldn't help but turn on the speakerphone.

Listening to the voices of Tang Song and Zhao Yaqian inside, she felt dizzy.

Lin Mu was probably really sick.

Lying on the bed, tossing and turning, her face flushed red.

This sadness came for no reason.

Tears soaked the two pillows at the head of the bed.

One was hers, and the other was also hers.