After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune Chapter 276

Chapter 276: 244, Hao is awesome (asking for monthly tickets)

Sincerity doesn't necessarily lead to sincerity, but fervor definitely brings out great moans!

Yang Hao taught this clueless Miss Color a tough lesson, not stopping until the defiant woman began to plead for mercy.

After leisurely lighting a cigarette, Yang Hao held Miss Color in his arms and asked with a chuckle, “Satisfied?”

Huang Qing had been regretting her question for a while, knowing full well his fearsome prowess yet still asking a question that stokes a man's competitive desire, truly a case of asking for trouble.

And the consequence of saying the wrong thing was facing the most ferocious bombardment!!

Her throat was even a bit hoarse from shouting!

But, to tell the truth.

It was really pleasurable!

A thousand times better than solo play.

But now, Miss Color was completely spent, and coupled with physical exhaustion, she was utterly collapsed on the bed.

“Eh, what's this?”

The vigorous activity had caused the nightstand drawer to open by a third, and Yang Hao, as he flicked ash from his cigarette, caught sight of something interesting inside.

He stuffed the cigarette, which had been pulled on a couple of times, into Miss Color's mouth; she must have wanted to smoke but was simply too weak and lethargic to do so.

Yang Hao, now with free hands, promptly pulled the drawer open.

“Don't!”

It was too late for Huang Qing to stop him.

The array of toys in the drawer was now in full view of Yang Hao.

Miss Color's face, already flushed, turned even redder, like a ripe red apple!

“Are these things any good?”

Yang Hao picked one up and asked with a laugh.

Miss Color awkwardly shook her head and then candidly replied, “Not as good as you.”

Actually, until today, Huang Qing had always thought these gadgets were quite handy.

What Yang Hao didn't know was that if he ventured into Huang Qing's walk-in wardrobe, he'd discover a far more extensive collection; Miss Color had bought many different toys, and the few in the drawer were the ones she'd used last time but hadn't gotten around to putting away…

The following morning.

Upon waking, Yang Hao immediately sensed something was amiss. Miss Color wasn't beside him on the pillow but under the covers, while his nineteen centimeters was being devoured bit by bit…

Morning exercise was inevitable, and in the midst of it, Yang Hao casually incorporated the toys from Miss Color's drawer, adding a little extra fun.

However, their vigorous morning workout disturbed Ye Wei, who had returned home early in the morning. With Huang Qing absent from the clubhouse, Ye Wei, as the second-in-command, had been busy until past four in the morning before coming back to rest. Furthermore, being slightly drunk, she hadn't noticed the presence of a man in the house and had gone straight to sleep.

But while she was sleeping soundly, she faintly heard noises coming from the master bedroom, which became ever clearer as she woke up.

What the fuck!

What's Qing thinking!

Getting off solo like this so early in the morning?

Ye Wei inwardly complained, but as she kept listening, she realized something was wrong–it wasn't just one person!

She heard her best friend calling out “Hao” and “husband”…

No way!

Mr. Yang is at home!!

Ye Wei was shocked, then somewhat excited.

She had been wondering yesterday if her best friend Qing had landed Mr. Yang.

Now it seemed her guess was spot on!

She'd get to hear the details!

She tiptoed out of her room and flicked on her phone's recording function, quietly making her way to the master bedroom door.

After listening for over ten minutes, this artificially beautiful woman couldn't take it anymore!

She simply sat on the floor continuing to listen to the sounds emitting from the room…..

After that, the noises in the room ceased.

Footsteps followed, and the artificially beautiful woman dashed off, fleeing back to her room at top speed.

Yang Hao pushed open the bedroom door to find no one there.

Fuck!

They're treating me like a star in an Island Nation porn flick, huh?

Yang Hao cursed under his breath.

Although his attention hadn't been on the door, ever since he'd been given the title of “Martial Arts Grandmaster,” his hearing seemed to be much keener than that of a normal person. He had heard Ye Wei sneaking up to the doorway, and her subsequent actions were also audible to him.

He had intended to catch her red-handed, but the woman proved to be quite the runner.

What kind of people are these!

Listening in on such matters!

Yang Hao returned to the room, where Miss Color still lay on the bed, basking in the blissful afterglow.

This was so much better than the fake stuff!

A thought suddenly crossed her mind – just yesterday she'd mentioned wanting to tattoo Yang Hao's name on her body, right?

Now she wanted to ink four words: Hao is awesome.

Wouldn't that be even more daunting during poker games when others saw those words??

In the morning, Yang Hao had to go collect the jet that was part of yesterday's grand gift package. After freshening up, he left.

The moment he stepped out, Ye Wei ran eagerly into Huang Qing's room, “Qing, tell me all about it, how was it?”

Huang Qing looked at her best friend with a speechless expression, simply saying, “I'm out of cigarettes.”

“I've got some in my room, wait for me.”

Ye Wei ran back to her room for cigarettes, then attentively lit one for Huang Qing, “Can you talk now?”

“He invested 150 million into our family company, nearly at market value for the shares…”

“Ugh, I don't want to hear about that, I want to hear about last night's experience…”

Ye Wei's face was full of anticipation; she had only heard half the event and couldn't imagine how thrilling the full thing must've been.

“Is there anything else in your head besides that matter!” Huang Qing rolled her eyes.

“In life, isn't it all about these things!”

“What other fun would there be!”

Ye Wei lit a cigarette for herself, ready for the juicy details.

Huang Qing did want to share too; after all, it was a completely different experience from solo play. She exhaled a puff of smoke, reminiscing, “Hao, he's really incredible…”

Jiangcheng Airways.

Yang Hao met with the sales manager who was the point of contact, Yu Mingmei.

The main sources of income for the airline company are passenger and cargo transport, but it also handles aircraft sales and purchases. However, this kind of business is quite niche, and there might not be more than a few transactions in a whole year.

And anyone who can afford to buy a plane is usually a super-rich individual, so Yu Mingmei was naturally very courteous towards Yang Hao.

This sales manager was quite attractive, dressed in a beige suit skirt set, with flesh-colored stockings on her legs and black semi-high heeled leather shoes on her feet.

She was 38 years old but looked well-maintained, appearing only to be around 32 or 33, exuding a mature and intellectual beauty in everything she did. She was truly a fine example among mature women.

However, her attraction to Yang Hao, who had plenty of beautiful women around him, was relatively limited.

So much so that the mature woman's several attempts at flirtatiously teasing him were ignored by Yang Hao!

At 38 years old, just the age alone would merit deducting 24 points. Why bother with that?

After going through the procedures methodically, Yang Hao then saw the large plane that belonged to him.

The plane could seat 19 passengers and was outfitted with a private bedroom, kitchen, and a reception area. Before entering the interior, Yang Hao could not have imagined that a plane could be designed like this inside.

And after touring his own large plane, all he could do was silently sigh: It's good to be rich!

About two hours later, Fang Di was done.

But this tattoo was only half-finished; the color of the rose would have to wait until after the swelling went down.

However, the overall outline and the design and colors were complete.

The words “Hao is awesome” were very clear.

“Our Qing either doesn't date at all, or when she does, she goes big.”

“If they ever break up in the future, it's really not going to end well!”

Looking at the freshly inked tattoo, Ye Wei couldn't help but express her sentiment.

“I'm really curious what kind of magic Hao has to make Qing so infatuated,” Fang Di played with her golden short hair and teased with a laugh.

Chapter end

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