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Chapter 273: 241, it's shaking too badly, the quality of Wenjie's car is not good! (Requesting monthly tickets)



She frequently heard Ye Wei speak of the place, each tale making her heart race with excitement. She never imagined that she\'d be the one to experience it this time.

As a child of the jianghu, Miss Color was not the type to be prudish. Mr. Yang had helped her out; it was only right for her to reciprocate.

So, after Yang Hao mentioned the address, she simply nodded slightly and then drove straight to the destination.

But her heart raced all the way there. Despite appearing experienced, Huang Qing was actually quite green when it came to real-life encounters!

During her university years, Huang Qing had a boyfriend, with whom she was involved for five years, from their campus days to entering society.

Her boyfriend always appeared to be genteel and Huang Qing was ready to give herself to him. However, her boyfriend refused, insisting on saving that sacred moment for their wedding night.

Miss Color, still naive at the time, saw no issue with this, until one day, when she visited her boyfriend\'s house and witnessed a muscular man standing behind him.

She would never forget that scene, which left her disgusted with men for a long time!

Even today, she hadn\'t completely gotten over it. Nonetheless, Miss Color was still a normal woman with needs.

Hence, her right middle and index fingernails were always free of polish, her skills honed to a terrifying level comparable to the "Shadowless Finger."

At home, she had all sorts of toys, so saying she was inexperienced wouldn\'t be entirely accurate.

But if you claimed she had experience, it was all self-inflicted!

So Miss Color was feeling rather apprehensive at the moment.

Her car drove out of the city area, quickly reaching Binjiang Avenue, where Yang Hao asked Huang Qing to park in a spot with a view of the river.

Miss Color, adhering to the principle of maximizing the atmosphere, parked the car between two other cars.

Those who parked here usually kept a safe distance intentionally, so as not to disturb each other. But Huang Qing disrupted this, as she parked in a spot left open for safety, ending up only five or six meters away from the adjacent cars, breaking the concept of "safe distance."

To the left was a black BMW, inside which Shen Mingshan was caressing a woman\'s thigh, laying the groundwork for the next move. Seeing a car suddenly park not far away, he frowned and cursed inwardly: No respect for the rules!!

There\'s supposed to be a safe distance between parked cars here!

"Mr. Shen, that car is parked so close."

The woman furrowed her brows and mentioned.

"No problem, my car has privacy glass, so there\'s no fear of peeping!"

As he spoke, he glanced subconsciously at the car next to him, then found it vaguely familiar.

Wenjie M9?

This color!

Damn, him again??

Recalling a past incident where he had followed his ex-wife Wang Xueru and her "lover," only to end up at Binjiang Avenue and witnessed that car bouncing for over half an hour!

It couldn\'t be this coincidental, could it?

All fired up just moments ago, Shen Mingshan was now less enthused.

Although divorced, the thought of his ex-wife and that man in a car was heart-wrenchingly bothersome, as he himself had never experienced intimacy in a car.

"Mr. Shen~"

"You must be better than him!"

The woman, unaware of the context, cooed sweetly.

"Er, of course."

A man simply can\'t admit he\'s inferior in such moments, and Shen Mingshan gulped and nodded.

Inside the Wenjie M9.

After turning off the car lights, Yang Hao instinctively surveyed his surroundings and also saw Shen Mingshan\'s BMW.

He distinctly remembered this car because at the civil affairs bureau, his ex-wife Li Manshu had left in it.

What a coincidence.

To encounter the ex-husband\'s brother again!

Yang Hao couldn\'t help but smirk upward at one corner of his mouth, recalling how the ex-husband\'s brother had caved immediately last time, assuming a face willing to offer his wife for glory.

Yang Hao looked down on such a person but also admired them in a way.

Without a bottom line, dignity, or morals, yet such people often fare quite well—quite ironic!

To the right of the Wenjie M9 was a Maybach that had started moving. Yang Hao found the vehicle slightly familiar, seemingly having seen it at the Huang family\'s villa earlier in the day.

It appeared to be the Zhao Father and Son\'s car.

"That car belongs to the coal boss, doesn\'t it?"

Yang Hao turned his head and asked Huang Qing.

At this moment, Miss Color hardly had the mood to observe the surroundings. Usually self-amusing, she was a bit uncomfortable with another person involved.

Upon hearing Yang Hao\'s question, she too turned to look to the right and then nodded: "It should be."

"Wonder if it\'s Old Zhao inside or the coal boss."

"It\'s probably not Old Zhao. After all, he\'s of a certain age. But then, it\'s hard to tell. This matter doesn\'t have much to do with age..."

Yang Hao stroked his chin, speculating with interest. Many urban parks were known to be haunts for "old men\'s music."

That\'s why there\'s the saying that a man only behaves when he\'s up against the wall.

At that moment, the Maybach stopped moving.

It seemed they were done.

Quick battle, quick resolution!

It must be Old Zhao!

In the backseat of the Maybach.

Zhao Jinlong was half-reclined in the seat, his belly flab covering his lower abdomen. From his angle, he couldn\'t even see his own most intimate ally.

A young internet celeb with a pointy chin was using a wet wipe to clean Zhao\'s now flaccid member, while praising, "Big brother, you\'re so amazing."

"I can\'t take it anymore!"

The internet celeb had spent a small fortune on plastic surgery. She had been busy working off the loans for the procedures.

There were many small-time internet celebs like her, all lured into plastic surgery with dreams of changing their fate. With successes like the famous male star\'s wife as examples, they were filled with boundless imagination about their futures.

After the surgery was complete, it became apparent that making it big was not as easy as expected. Getting a new face was just the beginning. Sure, it was great if you could become an internet sensation, but most were lukewarm in popularity, scraping by with tens or hundreds of thousands of followers—the money earned nowhere near enough to cover the expenses, so they had to go back to the old ways.

Zhao Jinlong was well-known among the circle of minor internet celebrities for two reasons: he paid fast, and he worked fast!

That\'s why he had earned the nickname "Kuai Ge" in the peripheral groups of these minor internet celebs.

Taking a job from Kuai was both trouble-free and effortless!

Today, this particular minor internet celebrity was lucky to have snagged a gig from Kuai.

Throughout the encounter, Zhao Jinlong had kept his eyes closed, fantasizing about his goddess, but alas, the good times were fleeting. Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the all-too-familiar internet celebrity face.

As he enjoyed the services of the minor internet celeb, he wistfully glanced out the car window, where he spotted a familiar car.

Isn\'t that the Wenjie M9 driven by that actor??

Zhao Jinlong frowned, though he wasn\'t entirely sure.

The Wenjie M9 had good sales, so it wasn\'t uncommon to see one on the streets. Whether it was the same one wasn\'t easy to say.

But he remembered the last three digits of that car\'s license plate, "456," because it was a sequential number, easy to recall.

"Later, when you get out, check the license plate number of that car."

Zhao Jinlong patted the minor internet celebrity on her back.

"Oh, okay!"

The minor celeb didn\'t know what Kuai was up to, but since she had been paid, such a small task was no big deal.

And at that moment, the Wenjie M9 also started to move vigorously...

Zhao Jinlong\'s frown deepened, he couldn\'t shake the feeling that he was being cuckolded. He urged the young internet celeb to hurry up and get dressed to check the car.

"Jinlong, baby, I\'m also really tired. It\'s your fault for being so fierce. Let me rest a bit, huh?"

The minor internet celeb cooed, giving face to Zhao Jinlong, also known as Kuai.

And hearing her say that, Zhao\'s mood indeed improved.

That\'s right, I\'m fierce as hell!

Rest for a bit, then I can go another three minutes!

Back of the Wenjie M9.

The spacious interior once again got its chance to shine.

Miss Color, though lacking practical experience, had fought countless theoretical battles and watched many tutorials, both domestic and international. She wasn\'t awkward in the slightest, not to mention free of pretense.

Now, the back seats had been moved to the rearmost position. She lay on the seat, her plump and voluptuous legs hoisted up by Yang Hao\'s solid shoulders. Her feet swayed slightly with the rhythm of the thrusts, occasionally brushing against the window, leaving light marks.

So, when you see light footprints on the inside of some car windows, don\'t be surprised. Those are traces of love...

Inside the Maybach, Zhao Jinlong and the minor internet celebrity were taken aback by the wild bouncing of the Wenjie M9.

Is it an issue with the car\'s quality, shaking so violently at the slightest motion, or is the person inside just that ferocious??

It has to be the former!

The quality of the Wenjie M9 must be substandard!

If it were me, it might shake even more violently!

Zhao Jinlong thought quietly to himself, but his heart was still tight, as though he could imagine a vast grassland above his head.

"Go check the license plate!"

Zhao Jinlong repeated to the minor celeb.

"Mm-hmm."

This time the minor internet celebrity did not make excuses and quietly left the car, pretending to make a phone call as she walked to a spot where she could see the Wenjie M9\'s license plate. After memorizing the numbers, she returned to the Maybach and relayed the plate number to Zhao Jinlong.

"It really does end in 456!"

Zhao Jinlong\'s mouth twitched violently—indeed, it was the Wenjie M9 he had seen at the Huang family\'s place!

No way!

It couldn\'t possibly be Qing inside!

Zhao Jinlong clenched his teeth hard. Dad had said it wouldn\'t take three days before Huang Dazhong could get someone into his bed.

How could she be fooling around with an actor!

Maybe the car was just rented by the actor, and perhaps it wasn\'t the same person he had seen during the day!

Zhao Jinlong forcefully tried to brainwash himself.

Often, people are reluctant to accept the worst possible outcome.

In another black BMW, Shen Mingshan, cigarette in hand, looked gloomily at the still-jumping Wenjie M9. Everyone was about the same age; why on earth was he so enduring!

Especially when he was packed with money!

You\'ve got it all, you lucky bastard, don\'t you??

Right now, the ex-husband was overwhelmed with nothing but jealousy and envy.

"Mr. Shen, want to have some more fun?"

Just then, the sated female client asked coyly.

"Let\'s rest first."

"Have a smoke!"

Shen Mingshan parried her advances, cursing in his heart: You think I\'m a donkey from the production team, don\'t you!

He had thought he was the one taking the lead this time, only to find out during the encounter that she seemed to treat him like a host from a club.

And she looked somewhat dissatisfied to boot!

Back of the Wenjie M9.

At this point, Miss Color was kneeling on the seat, and that\'s when Yang Hao noticed the colorful, large butterfly tattoo around her waist. His hands fit perfectly at the wings of the butterfly, and the tremors from their engagement made the butterfly appear to flutter gently, creating a lifelike sensation...

This indeed provided Yang Hao with an unprecedented experience.

He began to understand why some men liked to be with women who had large tattoos when they sought after such encounters.

Native skin texture, for sure, came with a physical attack speed buff!

King of Glory never lies!!

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