When Wade drove into Jay-Z's luxurious estate, the party had already begun.
When Yang Mo was in the extremely luxurious manor in front of him, he suddenly felt as if he had walked into a movie. Everything seemed so unreal. From time to time, one or two celebrities passed by, and some of them were watching her movies.
Grow up. Look... isn't that Angelina Jolie? Wow, Tom Hanks!
Yang Mo's eyes kept scanning the people coming and going. Almost everyone was a character that could be seen on TV. There were football stars, singers, movie stars, and basketball players... too many
, the stars are shining, overwhelming.
Yang Mo walked around twice with a glass of wine. He knew most of these people, but the key was that they didn't know him. And it was shameless to go there and ask for autographs on this private occasion. It would be too embarrassing for Wade.
Ever since, Yang Mo became bored. He walked to the luxurious living room, found a sofa and sat down, quietly looking at all the familiar and unfamiliar people around him. Yang Mo looked a little lonely sitting here, Dehuai
Wade adapted to this environment very well. Sometimes he was chatting with one person, and sometimes he was flirting with another person. He felt like a fish in water and was more energetic than he was on the court.
Yang Mo sat for a while, and a black man dressed in a hip-hop style with a thumb-thick gold necklace around his neck came over. As soon as he came over, he clapped his hands with Yang Mo enthusiastically and bumped their chests. He seemed to be very familiar with Yang Mo.
But Yang Mo was very surprised: Who is this?
"Hey, man, I watched your game last night. You're so handsome. Do you want me to write a song to help you scold Lopez? We New Yorkers hate that country team." The black man wanted to help as soon as we met.
Yang Mo writes songs. From his dress, Yang Mo probably knows that he is a rapper. But Yang Mo is not familiar with rappers. He knows ** Eminem and Jay-Z.
"Country team?" Yang Mo repeated it a little strangely.
"New Jersey Nets." The black man said in a very disgusting manner: "They have always dreamed of moving to New York. Go to hell, we New Yorkers will always have only one home team, and that is the Knicks!"
"Um..." Yang Mo was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the United States also has regional discrimination. It seems that no matter where you are, people from big cities look down on people from smaller places.
"I like watching you play very much. You are very powerful and manly." The black man continued to praise: "Your dunk that smashed Lopez's face with blood was the most manly and explosive dunk I have ever seen, but today I
Not seeing it in the top five, David Stern is so disappointing."
Listening to the black man's talk, Yang Mo really couldn't get a word in. This guy was like a machine gun, rattling off theory after theory.
"By the way, you guys are playing the Knicks tomorrow night, right? I have a New York season ticket, and I'll go cheer for you then."
"But... aren't you a New York fan?" Yang Mo asked in surprise.
"I am also your fan. I cheer for you and New York. As long as you don't beat our players until their faces are bloody, I will not boo you or write a song to scold you." The black man was very
Said seriously.
Yang Mo had a dark look on his face after hearing this. He didn't understand what this guy's logic was.
I have to say that in this world, the thinking ability of black people is indeed the most abstract. They have no trace of their imagination and sometimes they don’t know what they are talking about.
"Hey, 50cent, what are you doing here?" At this moment, a loud female voice came to mind.
Following the sound, a beautiful black woman with an explosive figure walked over. Yang Mo had a vague impression that this woman was called Rihanna, and Beasley often listened to her songs.
She is considered the most beautiful black woman, at least in line with Yang Mo's aesthetics. Although her butt is too big and upturned, and her pair of buttocks are too amazing.
According to rumors, black men's private parts are tight and wet, the best in the world, but Yang Mo could never overcome the obstacle in his heart. Even though it was the same with the lights off, subconsciously he still felt as if he was doing something like Bao Qingtian.
"Wow!" Yang Mo saw Rihanna, and Rihanna also noticed Yang Mo. She pointed at Yang Mo in great surprise, then quickly ran over and hugged Yang Mo hard. A pair of soft and sexy big
Her breasts rubbed against Yang Mo's chest, making Yang Mo feel particularly comfortable.
Rihanna hugged her passionately for nearly half a minute before letting go. After she let go, she kissed Yang Mo on the forehead. Yang Mo was confused and thought: Are all you black people so natural? Brothers and sisters.
, I seem to have never said a word to you before, right? Why are we so affectionate from the very beginning, as if we are old friends of decades?
"Baby, I love you so much. I watched your game last night. It was so exciting. I like macho guys like you. I have never dated a yellow guy. By the way, your girlfriend is here.
No? I like their songs very much." Rihanna said excitedly.
Yang Mo could hear that Rihanna was excited, but he didn't understand what Rihanna meant: Do you like to watch my games? Or do you love a macho guy like me? Or do you want to date a yellow guy like me?
Do you like Girls' Generation songs?
Yang Mo went through these questions carefully in his head, feeling like his head was spinning. He really couldn't communicate with the black people, and his thoughts jumped too fast.
"You know? This is the first time I have watched a complete game. Even if you watched it with my eyes open while you were off the court, I am definitely a loyal fan of yours." Rihanna was still very excited: "I can
Invite you to appear in my MV?"
"Um... I may not have time. We have to compete until next year." Yang Mo declined with a smile.
"Oh, that's okay." Rihanna laughed heartily, then whispered in Yang Mo's ear: "Do you want to date me?"
Yang Mo was immediately petrified after hearing this. Are you too aggressive? No wonder people say that European and American girls are open-minded, but this is the first time Yang Mo has met the girl who asked for a date as soon as they came up.
"Uh...I have a girlfriend." Yang Mo replied awkwardly.
"It's okay." Rihanna shook her head boldly: "I won't get involved in your relationship."
"..." Yang Mo was stunned again, not knowing how to face such a tough female man.
"Hey, Rihanna, Rudy is looking for you." At this time, a voice came from outside. When Rihanna heard the words, she quickly replied: "Okay, I'll be right over."
Then, he kissed Yang Mo's forehead again: "Baby, wait for me, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he didn't forget to lick his tongue sexily and left quickly.
After Rihanna left, 50cent sat over and said, "Man, ignore her, she's just a bitch. Let's talk about writing a song to curse Lopez!"
When Yang Mo heard this, he completely collapsed!
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