Chapter 35: Aftershock
When Yang Mo walked out of the studio, Lu Xueman immediately rushed over with great excitement. Before Yang Mo could react, Lu Xueman jumped on him, and tightly wrapped her arms around Yang Mo's neck. Her two soft, elastic and tender nipples rubbed against Yang Mo's chest excitedly. Coupled with her faint body fragrance that rushed into Yang Mo's nostrils, Yang Mo couldn't help but feel a little confused and fascinated, and her lower body began to react slowly.
"You are so handsome!" Lu Xueman praised excitedly and slapped Yang Mo hard on the face.
This really aroused Yang Mo's desire. She grabbed Lu Xueman's big, round and perky buttocks with both hands, and pinched it hard... The feeling was really good, with the softness of an oriental woman and the roundness of a western woman. It was perfect.
Lu Xueman's buttocks were rubbed so hard by Yang Mo that she was stunned as if she had been electrocuted, and then her face began to turn red quickly. An inexplicable electric current hit her heart hard, and then the blood in her body boiled, and her whole body was filled with a lazy and excited feeling.
"If you tease me like this again, I will rape you." Yang Mo warned in a low voice, and while warning, he did not forget to touch Lu Xueman's slender waist.
After hearing this, Lu Xueman's excitement became even stronger, and she couldn't help but sink in. For the past 23 years, she had tried her best to maintain a mentality of hating men, but after being treated like this by Yang Mo, she couldn't help but lose her defense.
She took a deep breath, quickly jumped off Yang Mo, and said coquettishly, "Hateful."
Yang Mo found her like this very cute. He liked the way women said one thing and meant another, saying they hated something when they clearly liked it, or shouting "Yamedie" when they clearly enjoyed it.
After Lu Xueman finished saying she hated it, her mouth was still dry and her breathing was rapid. She quickly ran to the side and got a bottle of water, which she drank fiercely . Only then did she feel a little better. However, at this time, she could clearly feel her underwear was wet, just like she was having her period.
Suddenly, she felt even more ashamed. She kept telling herself in her heart: How could this happen? How could I become so shameless? I am not that kind of promiscuous woman.
At this time, Yang Mo came closer and said with a smile: "Xue Man, don't suppress your nature too much. Five thousand years ago, Dayu taught us a truth when he controlled the floods: it is better to drain than to block. Why don't we be together? You see, we have a financial relationship now, so it's normal for us to have a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. It sounds so good to say we are a couple."
"Dream on." Lu Xueman gave Yang Mo a cold look, but her tone was no longer as firm as before.
Yang Mo laughed and didn't pursue the woman relentlessly. Generally speaking, men who continue to pursue the woman relentlessly and ask for the truth in this situation are usually inexperienced in relationships and don't know how to keep a distance. So there are only two outcomes for such men: one, they continue to be single, and two, they become the woman's slave.
When Lu Xueman saw that Yang Mo didn't continue talking, she felt a little disappointed, but then she adjusted her mood and talked about work: "By the way, a few reporters just said they want to interview you..."
"No, I haven't accepted any interviews in the past few months." Yang Mo shook her head and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the whole world is now speculating about my origins. I think it's better to remain mysterious at this time."
Lu Xueman thought about it and felt that it made sense. Yang Mo was already the most talked-about player in this draft. He didn't need to create exposure anymore. There were plenty of people paying attention. So, she nodded and praised Yang Mo for the rare time: "Not bad. You have some marketing sense."
“This is called hunger marketing.”
"Okay, stop bragging. Let's go to Miami and talk to Pat Riley. Now that you are the eighth pick, your contract must be increased to tens of millions." Lu Xueman said in a somewhat "sinister" tone.
"Forget it, forget it. Don't push your luck. Eight million is enough." Yang Mo hurriedly pulled her. He felt embarrassed. Last time he raised the amount from six million to eight million, and now he wanted to get ten million again. Isn't this just being taken advantage of?
"You are being too soft-hearted. What do you know? Pat Riley must have already prepared a check and is waiting for you. Don't worry, he will definitely give the 10 million willingly." Lu Xueman said confidently.
"What's the reason for this?" Yang Mo asked curiously.
"I checked the salary structure of the Miami Heat yesterday and found that they are still some distance away from triggering the luxury line. The highest paid person is actually Shawn Marion." Lu Xueman said slowly: "So, for Pat Riley, he doesn't care about two million at all."
"Two million is not a lot of money." Yang Mo rolled his eyes at her and muttered to himself: Two million is nearly 13 million RMB, and people may not even get to say that even if they work for a lifetime.
"Leave it to me." Lu Xueman didn't say anything more. She led Yang Mo out of Madison Square and headed straight to the airport.
Yang Mo's side was relatively calm, but all Chinese fans were crazy. No one expected that a guy whose name had never been heard of would become the eighth pick, and he was so small.
Soon, the Chinese people, who are good at searching, dug up Yang Mo's background. After learning that he was Yang Xinwu's son, the fans were excited again. After all, in the hearts of the Chinese people, the concept that a hero's father will have a hero's son is still an objective existence.
Then, many teammates who called themselves Yang Xinwu stood up and said that they had watched Yang Mo grow up and had always thought that Yang Mo was very talented, and then they praised themselves highly.
This made Monkey and other people who knew Yang Mo well feel sick. These guys never saw Yang Mo after Yang Xinwu's death. Some of them even took advantage of her misfortune. Now that Yang Mo is famous, they even have the nerve to say on TV how deep their relationship with Yang Mo is. It's really disgusting.
As the people who know Yang Mo best, Monkey, Crab, and Haozi did not go to the TV station to say how close they are to Yang Mo. They were just excited in their hearts and did not even tell their friends around them. Because they know Yang Mo's personality, she does not like to be ostentatious, and she does not like her personal feelings to be exploited.
At the same time, in a mansion in the center of Donghua City, Zhou Yiyi took out a newspaper and stuffed it in front of his father Zhou Wenhai, pointing at Yang Mo on it and said, "Now you can finally agree to let me be with him, right? He's already a lottery pick."
Zhou Wenhai threw the newspaper aside with a sullen look on his face, and said stubbornly, "He is still a basketball player."
"Why do you look down on people who play basketball? What's wrong with playing basketball?" Zhou Yiyi wailed at the top of her voice, tears falling from her eyes. She has liked Yang Mo for nearly twelve years, and they finally got together, but they were separated by their parents. How could she not be sad?
"Think about it, my Jinding Group is a huge company. How can I feel at ease handing it over to a reckless basketball player in the future?" Zhou Wenhai said earnestly.
"After all, you still care about your money. Let me tell you, others may not value your money. Kobe Bryant and LeBron James' annual income is enough for your lifetime wealth." Zhou Yiyi shouted excitedly.
"Then wait until he has more money than me."
"You..." Zhou Yiyi was so angry at her father that she was trembling. All he talked about was money and he never considered his daughter's feelings.
"Anyway, if you go find that basketball player now, your mother and I will die in front of you. We have prepared the poison." Zhou Wenhai said shamelessly. He is a chairman, but he actually played such a shameless trick in front of his daughter. I really don't know whether to say he is pitiful or pathetic.
"You...I hate you." Zhou Yiyi howled and turned around, ran back to the room, and slammed the door shut.
Zhou Yiyi left angrily, and Zhou Wenhai's expression instantly became painful. He covered his chest and coughed violently a few times. He wiped it with a handkerchief , which was covered with blood and phlegm.
