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Returning to Maserati on Monday, Yang Mo was already confused, and he didn't know where he was now, let alone where he was.

Airplanes!!

Maserati started suddenly, and a cold night breeze slapped Yang Mo's face, and the wine that lingered around his mouth was suddenly blown away a lot. His consciousness also cleared up a lot.

"You already knew that the dog man and woman were going to be here, right?" Taking advantage of the fact that the strength of the wine had not yet regained the gap in his thinking, Yang Mo hurried up and asked Monday one by one.

"Yes!" Monday did not deny it, and quickly gave a positive answer.

"Oh!" Yang Mo nodded, at this time his alcohol strength had gradually increased, and he said very sincerely before his thinking was completely invaded: "Thank you!" ”

"Who wants your thanks?" Hearing this sentence one by one, Monday suddenly increased his voice, turned his head and warned very seriously: "Yang Mo, let me tell you, I don't want your thanks, I just want you." Now that the whole world knows you're my boyfriend, you have to be responsible, you know? ”

It's a pity that all she answered was the whistling sound of the speed of the car in her ears and Yang Mo's slight snoring like a mosquito.

After slowing down to make sure that Yang Mo was asleep, a wry smile slowly appeared on Monday's face. She turned her head sideways to look at the sleeping Yang Mo. muttered in a low voice: Why are you so dead-eyed? I said a long time ago that Yan Li is not a good woman, she was so desperate before, but now she knows that she regrets it, right? Do you know who loves you the most............

The car drove very slowly, similar to the old couple walking, and she didn't want to finish this alone time so quickly, she really had too many things to say to Yang Mo in her heart.

By the time she finished talking about the grievances and affection that had been suppressed in her heart over the years, the time had come to one o'clock in the morning. At this time, Maserati also stopped at the downstairs of Yang Mo's house.

The car stopped, but Yang Mo still didn't wake up. He drank a little too much tonight.

Seeing that Yang Mo was so drunk on Monday, he could only take off his high heels, slowly helped Yang Mo out of the car, and then walked upstairs with great difficulty. had to lie on the bed with Yang Mo.

When she lay down next to Yang Mo on Monday, and slowly rose and fell her chest as Yang Mo's breathing followed, she began to slowly feel that the atmosphere was a little ambiguous. Gradually, her breathing began to grow rapid, and this was the first time she had been lying on a man's bed.

Soon, the lips and teeth became drier and drier, and she could clearly feel that all she breathed in was white heat.

So, she took off her clothes with great difficulty, exposing the Victorian limited edition bra to the air. She thought that Yang Mo had fallen asleep anyway, and there was no one else in this room. And even if it was shown to him? It's a big deal to catch your first time. The female man's thinking is so strong.

Thinking about it this way, she dragged it out very calmly. Anyway, she can't wait to become Yang Mo's woman as soon as possible.

After taking off her clothes, she didn't feel the heat in her body weaken a little, but burned more intensely. She wanted to get out of the steaming room, but she couldn't do anything. She didn't know what was going on either......

Under the entanglement, she was heroic by nature and simply took off her pants. After I felt that it was still hot, I stripped my whole body naked without doing anything.

In her opinion, Yang Mo can't see it anyway, and taking it off means not taking it off.

At this moment, when Zhou Yi felt confused because her body was still hot and her breathing was still rapid and hot, Yang Mo's whole person suddenly emitted a burst of colorful light from her chest, and then she turned over and pressed her body without warning. On Monday, before he even had time to scream, Yang Mo quickly tore all the obstacles on his body.

Don't! Don't! Brother Mo, how can you do this?

When Monday came to my senses and gave a warning. It was already too late, because Yang Mo's body had already entered.

The moment he entered, Zhou Yi was in great pain, and he only felt as if he had been torn apart.

Soon, however, a warm feeling of comfort filled the entire body. Between the back and forth twitches, she had a feeling that her whole life was complete. She has never been so full and full.

She liked the feeling of fullness, and she couldn't help but moan.

The battle went on for a long time, and the cries of satisfaction were also under the gaze of the stars, and the noise was permeated for a long time in the quiet early morning.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Mo finally failed to continue to hold the Jingguan under the friction of strong exercise stimulation, and poured his attention into it. With Yang Mo's last 'heart blow', Zhou Yi, who was already like mud, couldn't help but let out a high-pitched howl, and then the whole person fell into a numb coma.

At the same time, Yang Mo's soul was instantly withdrawn at that moment, and then he felt that he was in a colorful space. Just as I was about to ask what was going on, I heard an inhuman metal voice in my ears: the mission is on. Task Name: Reject Sweep. The task rewards 60 percent of Shaq O'Neill's strength.

As soon as this sentence ended, Yang Mo once again felt that his soul was being pulled out of the colorful space, and then he felt a roar in his ears, and then he suddenly found himself in a crowded court. After looking around, Yang Mo was stunned - all the strangers around him were completely unknown, and besides, this place was not Chinese at all, all of them were English letters, blonde hair, blue eyes, and black people.

"What's going on? Am I crossing over? Yang Mo muttered to himself.

And before his muttering was finished, a stream of fluent English came to his ears: "Shaq, are you ready?" Tonight was our last chance to prove ourselves, and no one wanted to be swept away, and all of Orlando didn't want us to be swept out of the game by the damn Houstonians on our doorstep. ”

It's not strange to be able to understand English, and it's not strange that you can understand it. The strange thing is that when Yang Mo turned his head, he saw a familiar face, handsome and delicate, there are not many NBA players who can apply these two words to a person, and even fewer black players, yes, it was Penny Hardaway who spoke!

"You're a penny?" Yang Mo asked in shock.

"Did you get knocked unconscious by a basketball thrown by a caddy? I'm not in the mood to tell you a joke right now. That's right, I'm Hardaway, the point guard of this team! Hardaway said impatiently, he hated O'Neal for making such boring jokes at critical moments.

"So I am?" Yang Mo continued to ask.

"Shaq O'Neill!" Hardaway became even more impatient.

"I'm O'Neill?" Yang Mo was stunned on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning.

After receiving this similar fantasy information, Yang Mo looked himself up and down carefully. As a result, he was even more shocked, because he found that his complexion had already turned black unconsciously, and his body had swelled at least one and a half times as much as before, and the perspective of watching others had naturally changed to looking down.

Drip!

Time didn't give Yang Mo much time to be shocked, and a rapid scream in the stadium dispersed the cheerleaders and staff in the stadium.

Now, the pitch is for the players.

And, Yang Mo or Shak O'Neill does not have the concept that the battle is about to start.

"Let's go, Shaq."

While Yang Mo was in a daze, a short man beside him gently pushed him.

"Oh!"

Yang Mo nodded a little unwillingly, took off his training jacket mechanically, and followed his teammates to the field. As soon as I arrived in the center of the venue, a familiar face approached me. The guy, who was obviously not a teammate, gently patted Yang Mo's shoulder and said, "Shaq, you are still young, don't be depressed, the future will be yours." ”

The tone is very kind, not like a killing fight between opponents. On the contrary, it is like the comfort and support of the elders to the younger generations.

Yang Mo looked down at this person: Olajuwon?

At this moment, he finally understood one thing: what did you say just now that the mission was to refuse to sweep, and the Rockets did sweep the Magic team in the 94-95 season finals in history, right? Is it me who replaces O'Neill to change this history?