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After returning to the Maserati with Yiyi's support, Yang Mo was already in a state of confusion. He had no idea where he was now, let alone his direction.
Buzz!!
The Maserati suddenly started up, and a gust of biting night wind hit Yang Mo's face. The smell of alcohol lingering in his mouth was immediately blown away. His consciousness also became much clearer.
"You already knew that this bitchy couple would appear here, right?" Yang Mo took the opportunity to ask Yi Yi one by one before the drunkenness took over his mind again.
"Yes!" Zhou Yiyi did not deny it and quickly gave an affirmative answer.
"Oh!" Yang Mo nodded. At this time, he was gradually getting drunk. Before his mind was completely invaded, he said sincerely: "Thank you!"
"Who wants your thank you?" Zhou Yi heard this sentence one by one, his voice suddenly increased, he tilted his head and warned seriously: "Yang Mo, I tell you, I don't want your thank you, I only want you. Now it's all
The whole world knows that you are my boyfriend, you must be responsible, do you understand?"
It's a pity that the only answers she received were the whistling sound in her ears caused by the speed of the car and Yang Mo's slight snoring, which was as gentle as a mosquito.
After slowing down the speed to make sure that Yang Mo had fallen asleep, a wry smile slowly appeared on Yiyi's face. She turned her head and looked at the sleeping Yang Mo. She whispered: Why are you so stubborn? I told you that a long time ago.
Yan Li is not a good woman. She was so determined before. Now you know she regrets it, right? You know who loves you the most...
The car drove very slowly, almost like an old couple taking a walk. Zhou Yiyi didn't want to end this alone time so quickly. She really had too many things in her heart that she wanted to say to Yang Mo.
By the time she finished talking about the grievances and lingering feelings she had suppressed in her heart over the years, it was already one o'clock in the morning. At this time, the Maserati stopped at the right time downstairs of Yang Mo's house.
The car stopped, but Yang Mo still didn't wake up. He drank a little too much tonight.
When Zhou Yi saw that Yang Mo was so drunk, he could only take off his high heels, slowly help Yang Mo out of the car, and then walked upstairs with great difficulty. After putting Yang Mo on the bed with all the hard work,
Zhou Yiyi was so tired that he was soaked all over and panting. He had no choice but to lie on the bed with Yang Mo.
When Zhou Yiyi lay next to Yang Mo and her chest slowly rose and fell with Yang Mo's breathing, she slowly began to feel that the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous. Gradually, her breathing began to become rapid. This was
She lay on a man's bed for the first time.
Soon, her lips and teeth became increasingly dry, and she could clearly feel that all her breath was filled with white hot air.
So, she took off her clothes with great difficulty and exposed Victoria's limited-edition bra to the air. She thought that Yang Mo had fallen asleep anyway and there was no one else in the room. Moreover, what if he saw it?
At worst, it's my first time. A woman's mind is so strong.
Thinking about it this way, she felt extremely calm. Anyway, she wished she could become Yang Mo's woman soon.
After taking off her clothes, she didn't feel that the heat on her body had weakened, but instead burned more intensely. She wanted to leave the steamy room, but she couldn't move her legs. She didn't know what was happening.
..
Under the dilemma, she simply took off her pants because of her bold nature. After she felt that it was still hot, she took off her whole body without any hesitation.
In her opinion, Yang Mo couldn't see it anyway, so if he took it off, it would mean he didn't take it off.
At this moment, when Zhou Yi felt confused because her body was still hot and her breathing was still short and hot, Yang Mo suddenly emitted a burst of colorful light from her chest, and then without any warning, she turned over and pressed down on her chest.
Body. Before Yi Yi could even scream, Yang Mo quickly tore apart all the obstacles on his body.
No! No! Brother Mo, how can you do this?
When Yiyi came to consciousness and issued a warning, it was already too late, because Yang Mo's body had already entered.
The moment he entered, Zhou Yiyi was in extreme pain and felt as if he was being torn apart.
However, soon, a warm and comfortable feeling filled her entire body. As she twitched back and forth, she felt as if her entire life was complete. She had never been so full and fulfilled.
She liked this feeling of fulfillment, so she couldn't help but moan.
The battle lasted for a long time, and the groans of satisfaction filled the quiet early morning under the gaze of the stars for a long time.
I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Mo was finally unable to hold on to the Jing Pass under the strong stimulation and friction of exercise. He poured all his attention into it. With Yang Mo’s last ‘knowing blow’, Zhou, who was already like mud,
Yiyi couldn't help but let out a high-pitched howl, and then his whole body fell into a numbing coma.
At the same time, Yang Mo's soul was pulled away at that moment, and then he felt that he was in a colorful space. Just when he was about to ask what happened, he heard an inhuman metal sound coming from his ears: the mission has begun.
Mission name: Refuse to sweep. Mission reward, 60% of Shaquille O'Neal's power.
As soon as this sentence ended, Yang Mo once again felt his soul being pulled out of the colorful space. Then he felt his ears roaring, and then he suddenly found himself in a stadium full of people. After looking around for a week, Yang Mo
I was shocked - I was surrounded by completely unknown strangers. Moreover, this place was not China at all. They were all people with English letters, blond hair, blue eyes, and black race.
"What's going on? Have I traveled through time?" Yang Mo muttered to himself.
Before he could finish his muttering, a string of fluent English came to his ears: "Shaq, are you ready? Tonight is our last chance to prove ourselves. No one wants to be swept. The whole Orlando
Don’t want us to be swept away by the damn Houstonians on our doorstep.”
It’s not strange that he speaks English, and it’s not surprising that he can understand it. What’s strange is that when Yang Mo turned his head, he saw a familiar face, handsome and comely. There are not many NBA players who can apply these two words to one person. Black people
There are fewer players, and yes, it’s Penny Hardaway who’s talking!
"Are you a penny?" Yang Mo asked in shock.
"Did you get knocked unconscious by the basketball thrown by the ball boy? I'm not in the mood to tell you jokes now. Yes, I am Hardaway, the point guard of this team!" Hardaway said impatiently.
I hate that O'Neal makes such boring jokes at critical moments.
"So who am I?" Yang Mo continued to ask.
"Shaquille O'Neal!" Hardaway became even more impatient.
"I'm O'Neal?" Yang Mo was stunned on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning.
After receiving this fantasy-like information, Yang Mo looked at himself carefully up and down. As a result, he was even more shocked, because he found that his skin color had turned black without knowing it, and his body was
It has expanded to at least 1.5 times its previous size, and the perspective of viewing other people has naturally become a bird's eye view.
drop!
Yang Mo didn't have much time to be shocked. A sharp scream dispersed all the cheerleaders and staff in the arena.
Now, the pitch belongs to the players.
However, Yang Mo or Shaquille O'Neal had no idea that the battle was about to begin.
"Let's go, Shaq."
While Yang Mo was in a daze, a short man next to him gently pushed him.
"oh!"
Yang Mo nodded distractedly, took off his training jacket mechanically, and followed his teammates to the field. As soon as he reached the center of the field, a familiar face came towards him. This guy who was obviously not a teammate patted him gently.
He touched Yang Mo's shoulder and said: "Shaq, you are still young, don't be depressed, the future will be yours."
The tone was very kind, not like a fight between rivals. Instead, it seemed like an elder was comforting and supporting the younger one.
Yang Mo lowered his head and looked at this man: Olajuwon?
At this moment, he finally understood something: what he said just now was that the mission was to refuse to sweep, and historically the Rockets did sweep the Magic in the 94-95 season finals. Could it be that I replaced O'Neal to change this history?
