Chapter 37 Girls' Generation
When Yang Mo heard what Jin Taixi said, she immediately became interested and asked, "I'm in New York too, where are you?"
"Madison Stadium, there's a fashion show here."
"Are you free tonight?" Yang Mo couldn't help but invite her out on a date: "Can I have dinner with you, beautiful lady?"
"Let me think about it." Kim Tae-hee pretended to be reserved for a moment, then said, "I'll call you in the evening."
"Okay." Yang Mo nodded and hung up the phone.
Yang Mo had just hung up the phone when two figures appeared behind her, and a pretentious voice said, "Can I have dinner with you, beautiful lady? After dinner , I want to go to the hotel with you to discuss gender relations...haha!"
When Yang Mo heard the voice, she knew without guessing that it was Westbrook and Eric Gordon. Only they would play such a joke on her, and only they would be so boring.
"Hey, Yang, don't you have a girlfriend?" Gordon said with an innocent look on his face.
Bang!
Westbrook, who was standing next to him, reached out and patted his forehead: "Hey, little boy, don't you know that a proper one-night stand can promote harmonious relationships between men and women?"
After teaching Gordon a lesson, Westbrook approached him with a sly smile and said, "Yang, can you introduce me to some Chinese girls? I like you Oriental women the most."
"Go to hell. Last time I heard you on the phone, your son was about to be born. Why are you still looking for a Chinese woman? I can't even find a Chinese woman myself." Yang Mo said unhappily: "Now, China is a feminist society."
"Then where are you looking for women?" Gordon next to him asked in a silly way.
"South Korea." Yang Mo raised his eyebrows and said "Korea" in a rhythmic way!
"Tsk tsk!" Westbrook rubbed his hands excitedly when he heard this and said, "Yang, take me there tonight, okay?"
"Not tonight. I'm going on a date alone, why would I bring you along?"
" Well, don't forget to invite me next time you have a Korean party." Westbrook could not hide his disappointment in his tone. He is a complete pervert.
"By the way, is it okay for me not to stay in the hotel at night?" Yang Mo said with some concern. When he came here, the top leaders of the alliance issued a curfew order.
"Don't worry, no one will go to your room to check. Unless something big happens, but it's nothing big." Eric Gordon said, patting his chest. He sneaked out last night and no one knew.
"That's a relief." Yang Mo breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "By the way, does anyone have a car? Lend it to me. It would be embarrassing to call a taxi."
"Hey!" Westbrook took out a Porsche key from his pocket and threw it to Yang Mo, saying, "This car is for you. I'm planning to buy a new one anyway."
"Porsche, you gave it to me?" Yang Mo was a little slow to react. His preconceived notion was still in China. In his opinion, Porsche was a million-dollar luxury car. He didn't know that this car only sold for more than 60,000 US dollars in the United States. Westbrook bought it second-hand, which was only about 30,000 yuan.
Now that Westbrook has sponsorship and an NBA contract, he is already a millionaire with an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars. What is this little money?
"Well, I'll give it to you." Westbrook waved his hand, his calmness revealing a sense of heroism.
"You are so nice." Yang Mo patted Westbrook on the shoulder. She was really touched. The black guy was so loyal. Although he was a little stupid, he was honest to others.
"Okay, let's go quickly. Eric and I are going to call a pink lady, haha!" Westbrook screamed, hugged Eric Gordon and walked to the other end of the stairs.
Yang Mo turned back to his room and took a careful shower. He thought to himself that if nothing unexpected happened tonight, he would have to take down Kim Tae Hee.
When the lights came on, Yang Mo immediately called Kim Tae-hee. Kim Tae-hee had just finished a fashion show and returned to her residence. She told Yang Mo the address and asked Yang Mo to come over.
When Yang Mo heard this, he was immediately very excited, and the hexagram on his chest was shining.
She asked me to go to her place. Is this hinting at something?
Excited Yang Mo quickly drove to the nearby adult store to buy a box of condoms and a vibrator. The first time you go to bed, you must give people enough good memories.
After buying the things, Yang Mo quickly went to the residence that Kim Tae Hee mentioned. He couldn't hide his excitement along the way. He began to simulate the scene in his mind. Would he press her against the wall and kiss her as soon as he entered the door? Or would they have a tacit understanding of the love after a romantic candlelight dinner?
If Monkey and others knew what Yang Mo looked like now, they would definitely find it very unfamiliar, because the previous Yang Mo was not lustful at all, nor was he promiscuous. He was the kind of man who was extremely loyal.
Now he became like this, and he didn't know whether it was because of Yan Li's injury, Zhou Wenhai's humiliation, or the sequelae of the six-pointed star mission. Maybe... it was a combination of both!
Everyone has their own way of dealing with feelings, just be happy.
Soon, we arrived at the residence that Kim Tae-hee mentioned. It was a small villa located in the suburbs, belonging to the wealthy area in this area. In this respect, the United States is different from China. The rich in the United States live in the suburbs, while the rich in China live in the city center.
After getting off the car, Yang Mo felt a little dry in the mouth. She squeezed the condom in her pocket to build up her courage, then walked forward and knocked on the door!
At the moment he knocked on the door, he was still hesitating whether to press Kim Tae-hee against the wall and kiss her, in order to show his masculine charm and conquer her in one fell swoop.
Soon, the door opened.
The moment the door opened, Yang Mo made up her mind and kissed the wall directly.
However, when he was about to act, he found that the person who opened the door was not Kim Tae-hee, but another very beautiful woman with long hair.
"Excuse me, who are you?" He said in English with a Korean accent.
"Oh, Kim Tae-hee asked me to come over." Yang Mo said somewhat embarrassedly. He almost pushed the little beauty against the wall and kissed her forcefully.
"Sister Tae Hee, someone is looking for you." The beautiful girl turned her head and shouted.
Soon, Kim Tae-hee, wearing an apron around her waist and holding a spoon, came over and greeted her warmly, "Yang Mo, come in quickly, everyone is waiting for you."
Everyone?
Yang Mo frowned and subconsciously followed the two people in. As soon as she walked into the living room, she found eight long-legged beauties lying on the sofa. Including the one who just opened the door, there were nine in total. Including Kim Tae-hee, there were ten in total.
Seeing this beautiful scene, Yang Mo subconsciously thought of Ip Man’s classic line: I’m going to beat ten of them!
Then he pinched the condoms in his trouser pocket. Six boxes were not enough!
Yang Mo was stunned and didn't know how to greet this group of long-legged beauties. Kim Tae Hee had already introduced them: "Girls, this is my good friend Yang Mo, she is Chinese, and he was the No. 8 pick in this year's NBA draft."
"Mo, these nine are trainees from SM Entertainment... Oh, no, they debuted last year, and their group name is Girls' Generation. Also, they are going to Miami to record an album in a couple of days. It seems like you have also been selected by Miami. Please take good care of them when the time comes!"
"Yeah, okay." Yang Mo nodded, then walked forward and shook hands with the beauties one by one.
"Hello!"
"Hello, OPPA, I'm Kim Taeyeon."
"Hi, I'm Jessica."
"I am……"
“…”
They shook hands along the way, making it seem like a leader was inspecting the work.
At this time, Yang Mo was the only man in the room with women , and Yang Mo felt extremely embarrassed. He originally thought that he came here for a date alone, but he didn't expect Kim Tae-hee to be alone with nine people, which directly formed an awkward situation of "one against ten".
