Chapter 125: The Scum of Gentlemen
When Yang Mo returned to the locker room, his teammates immediately surrounded him and threw him high a few times. Everyone was very happy and relieved to win this game. Yang Mo's performance today was worthy of his leadership. Although 60% of his points were scored in the last garbage time, his help to the team on the defensive end before that could not be measured by data, and even exceeded Dwyane's role.
Pat Riley was very happy to see Yang Mo win the respect and trust of his teammates in just one game. This was the scene he wanted to see.
After the players celebrated and went to take a shower, Pat Riley pulled Yang Mo aside and said, "Yang, do you want to go to the press conference later?"
"No!" Yang Mo shook her head firmly and said, "I don't want to deal with reporters."
"This is the home reporter. We won't embarrass you."
"I'm not going either. There's nothing to say. Oh, by the way, if you meet Kenyon Martin, remember to ask him to give me ten thousand US dollars. This is the bet he lost to me." Yang Mo patted Pat Riley's shoulder and quickly went into the bathroom.
Pat Riley was left standing there in a daze: Ten thousand dollars? What does that mean? Never mind, this guy Yang has too many mysterious things.
Pat Riley smiled bitterly and shook his head, quickly walking towards the post-match press conference, ready to use his status as the general manager to find an excuse for Yang Mo not to appear for the interview. There was no other way, Yang Mo would not go, so he had to go out and apologize.
Yang Mo took a shower and went straight to the parking lot. When she got to her car, Lu Xueman had been leaning against it waiting for a long time. Yang Mo quickly opened the door and invited her in.
After getting in the car, Lu Xueman couldn't help but mutter, "When did you buy a pickup truck? You act like a construction contractor in China."
"This car costs more than 50,000 US dollars, big sister." Yang Mo said unhappily, "This is almost enough to buy a BMW X5."
"Then I'd rather you buy an X5." Lu Xueman rolled her eyes. In her preconceived impression, pickup trucks are used to haul things.
"What's so good about X5? Pickup trucks can represent the tough personality of us men. Can X5 have such power?" Yang Mo stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out. The strong push on the back almost knocked Lu Xueman, who was not wearing a seat belt, out. Yang Mo said proudly: "X5 is only driven by those nouveau riche in China. Men have to drive pickup trucks. Look at this car, it is durable and powerful, with a naturally aspirated 6.8-liter diesel engine and twelve cylinders..."
Yang Mo has a lot of ideas when she talks about it. For a man, a car is almost like a second wife.
But women don't like to hear these things. Seeing Yang Mo chattering about the performance of this car, Lu Xueman couldn't stand it anymore, so she quickly waved her hand in surrender and said, "Okay, okay, I give in. Your car is very powerful, okay?"
"Okay!" Yang Mo nodded very seriously. He felt that he had convinced Lu Xueman.
After driving for a while, Lu Xueman asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"You'll know when you get there." Yang Mo kept it a secret and drove towards the city center. After driving for about twenty minutes, they stopped under a towering building. Then they took Lu Xueman to the elevator and went straight to the top floor.
Arriving at the top floor, under the guidance of the waiter, Lu Xueman came to a private room. As soon as she entered the room, she was shocked, because the bottom was empty, or in other words, it was separated by glass. When she lowered her head, she could see the pedestrians and vehicles below, which looked like looking at ants.
"Will it fall?" Lu Xueman said worriedly.
"Don't worry, these are all top-grade tempered glass, which is more solid than concrete floors." Yang Mo took her hand and walked in, then ordered two Western meals.
Then, under the arrangement of the waiter, the lights in the room dimmed quickly, with some orange ambient lights shining faintly. After a while, the melodious sound of saxophone was heard, which seemed particularly romantic.
Every woman longs for a romantic date, and now the two of them are in this sky city, it is too romantic. Lu Xueman couldn't help but have some fantasies. This was a scene she had never imagined, but it brought her a strong personal experience. So, when the waiter brought the meal and poured two glasses of red wine, she whispered: "You...what do you mean? Is this a date?"
Lu Xueman's voice couldn't help but tremble a little, it was obvious that this was her first date in her life.
Hearing this, Yang Mo smiled slightly and asked, "What do you think?"
"I don't know." Lu Xueman's voice trembled even more violently.
At this time, Yang Mo stood up and walked to her side. Seeing Yang Mo approaching, Lu Xueman felt her heart pounding and she felt like she was about to suffocate.
At this moment, Yang Mo leaned over, kissed her on the forehead, and said in a soft and affectionate voice, "Will you be my girlfriend?"
When Yang Mo's gentle and affectionate words entered Lu Xueman's ears, Lu Xueman's body softened, her face flushed, and her breathing became a thin line. Her chest kept rising and falling, trying to increase the strength of her breathing to regulate the strong physiological reaction.
Yang Mo's words made Lu Xueman confused and infatuated, but after Lu Xueman tremblingly took a sip of the red wine on the table, she slowly calmed down and asked back, "Don't you have a Korean girlfriend and an American girlfriend?"
Facing the sharp question raised by Lu Xueman, Yang Mo directly avoided it, stared into Lu Xueman's eyes with great affection, and said slowly: "Do you know what my biggest wish is now? I hope to be able to wake up lazily from the warm bed with you in the sunshine tomorrow morning, look at each other affectionately , and say, good morning, baby."
If Yang Mo heard this half a year ago, he would have vomited to death. Isn't this just a naked one-night stand? He said it so affectionately, a gentleman. But now, he said it with his own mouth. It must be said that the power of the rogue star is too great.
Although Yang Mo's words could be translated directly as "I want to sleep with you", after such a tactful way of saying it, Lu Xueman was really moved. Because... the picture Yang Mo painted for her was too beautiful, with sunshine and a warm bed. Since she was old enough to understand, Lu Xueman had never slept with anyone, let alone getting up lazily in the warm sunshine.
So, this was a very tempting confession for her.
Just when Yang Mo was about to succeed, a cell phone rang. It was Lu Xueman's cell phone that rang.
