Chapter 61: Don’t do stupid things and you won’t die (2)
After a while, a sizzling sound came from the barbecue pot stickers in front of them, and the aroma filled their noses. The two of them bent their heads in tacit understanding, turned the pot stickers over, and sprinkled the ingredients on them.
Soon, they would be able to eat. But Yang Mo's mind had already drifted far away.
He had no interest in Jessica, but she had already slammed the room card on the table. If he didn't take any action, wouldn't he be embarrassing the more than three billion male compatriots around the world? At this time , he had to show his manliness. Although the saying "If you don't fuck a woman, it's treasonous", it's a bit rough, but it's indeed a wise saying. People can't suppress their primitive instincts, right? Confucius said that food and sex are human nature. This is not a shameful thing. As long as both parties are willing, it's fine.
Yang Mo's thoughts drifted far away, but Jessica was eating with gusto.
It was not known how long it had been, but Yang Mo felt it was quite long. The two finally finished eating the barbecue and, with the warm farewell of the store clerk, walked out of the store and got into the car.
After getting in the car, Yang Mo inexplicably felt a little hot, especially in the chest, so he quickly turned on the air conditioner. After turning on the air conditioner, the heat problem was solved, but... the dryness problem became more and more serious. He only felt dryness in his throat, his tongue wanted to drink water, and his body also wanted to find a water source.
If you know I can't resist temptation, don't tease me!
Yang Mo thought to himself , he was driving too slowly, wasn't he supposed to be only three blocks away? How come he hadn't arrived yet after so long?
Yang Mo was waiting anxiously to arrive at the hotel.
After about five or six minutes of agony, Yang Mo finally saw the sign of the Hilton Hotel. But just when he thought victory was in sight, Jessica's cell phone rang. Jessica took a look and quickly pressed the answer button: "Hello, yes, OK, OK, I'll be right back."
After hearing what Jessica said, before she hung up the phone, Yang Mo's heart sank, and the original dry mouth and tongue quickly eased.
Sure enough, after Jessica hung up the phone, she said to Yang Mo with an apologetic look on her face: "Oppa, I'm sorry, I have to go back. I don't know who complained about me, I have to report back to the hotel right now."
"Complaint?" Yang Mo asked in confusion.
"Our company has very strict management. Ever since that incident, we are not allowed to spend the night outside." Jessica said somewhat aggrievedly.
"But aren't we a couple known to everyone?"
"It's still not working." Jessica shook her head helplessly. When she drove the car to the hotel gate, she leaned over and kissed Yang Mo, and whispered, "Oppa, we will hold a small concert in Los Angeles next month. Will you come?"
Yang Mo nodded in a mysterious way in Jessica's gentle voice: "Yes."
At this moment, he didn't know what his schedule was.
"Then... at that time... we must have a good date. We must have a candlelight dinner and a romantic starry sky." Jessica said cryptically.
"Okay." Yang Mo nodded. Although he was reluctant, he couldn't force her to have sex, right? Any act of forcing a woman to have sex against her will is called rape, even if she is a call girl.
As she spoke, Yang Mo opened the car door. Jessica quickly handed the room card to Yang Mo again.
Yang Mo took the room card, feeling extremely sad.
He guessed the beginning of the story, but not the ending. Now... he could only hug the pillow and endure the night of burning desire.
"Bye!" Jessica rolled down the window, waved to Yang Mo, and slowly drove away.
Yang Mo also waved at her and thought, if I had known this would be the outcome, I would have stayed in the team hotel. At least I could have a teammate to chat with. But what about now?
“What a FUCKing day!”
Yang Mo swung her arms, complained, took the room card and went up to the elevator. As soon as she found the room and entered, she was enveloped by pink ambient lighting. Before Yang Mo could even be surprised, she heard very soft piano music.
I turned on the light and walked in, only to see a heart-shaped pattern made of rose petals on the bed. When I ran to the bathroom, I found that the bathtub was also filled with water and sprinkled with rose petals.
After reading these things, Yang Mo felt even more miserable. Is there anything more fucked up than this? Everything was ready, but what was the result?
Yang Mo fell on the bed in great frustration, trying to fall asleep, but the scent of rose petals always stimulated him just when he was about to fall asleep, making him wake up instantly. He tossed and turned. He felt very hot in his heart, and even wanted to call a call girl to accompany him for a passionate lovemaking. But in the end, he held back. Those girls had been fucked by countless people, and no one knew whether the previous customer was a beef seller or an old man who received a pension. In this regard, Yang Mo was still a bit of a germaphobe.
In order to suppress the heat in his heart, Yang Mo had to take out his phone and look through the team's tactics, looking for his position while looking. Although this team does not have a proper center, there are many players who are not good or not good. Haslem, Shawn Marion and Beasley are all such players, which means that these four people are actually the most intense competition.
Yang Mo has no advantage over these four players in terms of height or experience. But his prospects are not pessimistic, because he is the only real inside player among them, the only inside player who can grab rebounds and block positions, even though he is the shortest, and he also has a beautiful three-point shot. This is enough for him to gain a foothold in the team!
However, Yang Mo did not expect to gain a foothold in the team. He wanted more, such as becoming the second-in-command of the Heat.
The person standing in front of him was Shawn Marion, who he almost beat to death when they first met. This guy now has the highest annual salary in the Heat. Although he is not a good person, his basketball skills are pretty good. If Yang Mo wants to defeat him, he must work twice as hard to improve his strength quickly. The most important thing to achieve this is... to find a virgin.
After going around and around, it finally came back to the woman.
This made Yang Mo think of his current situation, and he suddenly became anxious again.
So, I tossed and turned and didn't sleep well the whole night.
The next day, Yang Mo went to meet up with the team with a pair of panda eyes. All the teammates understood what she meant and teased her, "Yang, you can't treat sex as a meal. Look at what you've done. Can that long-legged girl bear it?"
"Yang, how many shots did you guys have last night?" Compared to Haslem's teasing, Beasley's lunatic asked more directly.
"Yang, do you want to buy something to nourish your kidneys? Young man, you must be restrained!" Even the most honest Magloir started to tease Yang Mo.
Yang Mo was teased by her teammates, and she couldn't even tell them that she had gotten through last night alone. She was really like a dumb person swallowing bitter herbs, unable to express her pain.
Just as everyone was laughing, a cold mocking voice popped out from the corner: "Asian's thing is too small, I guess it didn't go into the hole even after struggling all night last night!"
Yang Mo looked in the direction of the voice and saw Marion leaning against the doorstep with a look of disdain on his face.
Yang Mo saw Marion. He was already upset about what happened last night, and was teased by his teammates. Now that Marion was provocative, his eyes widened immediately, and he stared at him fiercely. Without saying anything, he rushed over. Before Marion could react, Yang Mo grabbed his collar and pressed him to the ground like a child. He couldn't move at all, and could only shout: "Murder, Chinese murdered!"
"Fuck, I want to see how big your dick is!" Yang Mo yelled, and pulled his pants down to his heels. Marion tried to pull them up in a panic, but Yang Mo didn't give him the chance. He stepped on the edge of his pants, grabbed his hands with his backhand, and lifted him up again like a dead dog.
After Marion was lifted up, his hands were handcuffed again, leaving a space in front of his crotch, which his teammates could see clearly with just a glance.
After watching it, everyone covered their mouths and laughed.
It’s too small, almost the size of a little finger.
After making sure everyone had seen it, Yang Mo threw Marion to the ground and said with a smile, "Now everyone knows what it means to show off something the more you lack it, right?"
No one spoke, for fear of offending others, but everyone was laughing in their hearts.
"I'm going to sue you. I'm going to sue you to death." Marion put on his pants angrily and said in frustration.
"Go ahead and sue me. Do you want to sue me for pulling your pants, or for showing your penis to everyone ?" Yang Mo shrugged and said disdainfully, "But before you sue, I want to remind you that you were the first to racially discriminate. Secondly, I was just joking from the beginning to the end, including taking off your pants."
"You..." Marion shook his hand fiercely, turned around and ran back to the room.
Now, he was completely humiliated, and it was hard for him to hold his head high in front of his Heat teammates. For a man, the only things he could show off were his muscles and his penis. He was skinny and didn't have any muscles, and now his weak penis was exposed by his teammates. What else could he show off? How could he hold his head up?
So, as the saying goes, if you don’t do stupid things, you won’t die!
If he didn't laugh at Yang Mo, why would Yang Mo take off his pants?
