Chapter 283 Sweet Dreams
When Yang Mo came out of the shower, her phone was already playing a song. She quickly picked up the phone and heard Lu Xueman's voice: "I'll be waiting for you in the parking lot. Come quickly."
"Uh, okay."
Yang Mo nodded, hung up the phone, turned around and said to Beasley who was sitting in the corner reading comics and taking a break: "Michael, I'm leaving first. Please ask for leave from the team for me."
Beasley, absorbed in his Dragon Ball comics, casually agreed, "Oh, OK. Go ahead."
Seeing this, Yang Mo shook her head helplessly. I don't know when this guy got addicted to Japanese comics, shouting "Chakra" all day long, like a snake-headed lunatic.
Yang Mo shook his head helplessly and walked quickly to the garage. After finding Lu Xueman's BMW Z4 hardtop sports car, he got in. This car was given to Yang Mo by BMW. It's impossible to let Yang Mo, the global spokesperson, drive a car of other brands, right? As a result, before Yang Mo even touched the steering wheel, Lu Xueman rudely requisitioned it, saying it was for work purposes. What else could Yang Mo say? If my wife wants a car, of course I have to give it to her !
When getting in the car and fastening the seat belt, Lu Xueman said with a smile: "You are quite good at calculating time. Knowing that I'm busy recently, you quickly fight and apply for a suspension. How considerate!"
"Stop teasing me. Whether he will be suspended or not is another matter. I was just standing up for my teammates. I was trying to stop the fight. I didn't attack anyone actively." Yang Mo said unhappily.
Lu Xueman rolled her eyes at Yang Mo and said, "The suspension is basically set in stone, it just depends on how long it will last. You threw those two Knicks players like that, and you still want to stop them from fighting? They may not get hurt so badly even if they fight."
Lu Xueman wanted to say this, Yang Mo really had nothing to say. He couldn't say, who made those two guys so fragile? What can I do?
Although this is true, it is a bit too much to say it out loud!
After Yang Mo didn't say anything, Lu Xueman continued, "I might assign Xue Fei a position in the company. Is that okay?"
"No, you are in charge of the company's affairs." Yang Mo said leisurely, "I trust you to do the job."
"Then..." Lu Xueman said a word, paused, and then said: "Can you keep a little distance from her in the future? She is very dependent on you now, and I am afraid that something that shouldn't happen will happen."
Lu Xueman's words sounded serious and a little shy.
Hearing this, Yang Mo laughed and deliberately asked back, "What is something that shouldn't have happened?"
Yang Mo asked back like this, and Lu Xueman immediately felt even more embarrassed. After a long while, she blushed and squeezed out a sentence: "You know."
"But I really don't understand!" While speaking, Yang Mo had already moved closer to Lu Xueman, pressed against her neck, and deliberately teased her by blowing two breaths of warm air.
Lu Xueman was not a woman who could withstand such physical temptation. Ever since she met Yang Mo, the volcano hidden under her iceberg had become increasingly restless, as if it would erupt at any time.
Hmm!
Lu Xueman was teased and moaned in comfort. She had suppressed her emotions for so many years, and if her emotions were breached, her desire would definitely burst out like the Yellow River and overflow.
Lu Xueman is undoubtedly a ferocious tigress, and she is likely to be even more difficult to deal with than Christine.
However, Yang Mo was not afraid at all. He believed in himself and his penis. So, after Lu Xueman moaned, he quickly stretched out his tongue and gently sucked on Lu Xueman's earlobe. Instantly, Lu Xueman's whole body seemed to be electrocuted and trembled violently. Then she quickly stepped on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road. Then, she couldn't help but put her arms around Yang Mo's neck and kissed him deeply.
When their tongues intertwined, Lu Xueman's desire had overflowed like a dam bursting, surging and unable to be restrained.
Just at this moment, a car came from the opposite direction, and the headlights shone directly into the car, making it suddenly bright, and at the same time, a horn was honked.
The high beam had already dampened her desire, and when the horn sounded, her desire receded like a tide. Lu Xueman quickly let go of Yang Mo, her face full of shyness and embarrassment.
Seeing this, Yang Mo knew that there was no chance tonight. This time, it was really just a matter of time before the cooked duck flew away. It was all because of that damn rogue driver. It would have been fine if he just turned on the high beam, but he even honked the horn. How uncivilized!
Yang Mo was indignant and resentful towards the driver who honked the horn. However, Lu Xueman, blushing, restarted the car and drove forward.
Along the way, the two of them were awkward and silent. Soon they arrived at the hotel where they were staying. Lu Xueman specially booked two rooms, one on the top floor and one on the sixth floor.
Seeing this, Yang Mo could only accept it with a smile. He knew Lu Xueman's character very well. She had already accepted him, but he absolutely couldn't force her now. Because some women enjoy the pleasure of being conquered, while others prefer to let things take their own course. Lu Xueman was obviously the latter.
Yang Mo took the room card and went up to the presidential suite on the top floor. He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, and all he could see was Lu Xueman's shadow. In his head, he kept imagining Lu Xueman's heroic posture of enjoying herself under his crotch, and he fell asleep while thinking about it .
When Yang Mo fell into a sweet dream, articles about his running and gunning came out one after another, and those experts who had been suppressed for a long time finally found their climax. They used all kinds of sinister words to describe Yang Mo as cruel and inhumane, and heinous. It seemed that as long as Yang Mo was around, the NBA would never be at peace, and they would not stop until Yang Mo was expelled from the NBA.
They jumped up and down, very excited, and were extremely happy. This time they finally found a way to be proud, and Yang Mo couldn't hit them in the face. After all, it was an objective fact that Yang Mo was sent off for hitting someone, and no one could deny it.
Regarding this point, Yang Mo really had no way to prove her innocence, nor could she fight back. But... were these guys' words so important?
At the same time when basketball commentators were collectively climaxing, Nike announced that Yang Mo would receive 8% of the shares, becoming the company's third largest shareholder. In addition, Nike would tailor a new sneaker brand for Yang Mo, which would enjoy the same treatment as the Jordan brand. As soon as this news came out, the entire basketball circle was shocked. No one could believe it was true: Nike actually gave Yang Mo shares, and so much, were they crazy? Is Super Yang worth so much?
