I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

Coming out of the lounge, Liu Dui stopped Cong Jun at the door of the interrogation room, lowered his head and lowered his voice.

"You also know that there are tricks behind Yan's house, but you can't find anything, so be careful when interrogating." Team Liu glanced casually, seeing the serious expression of the hickey on Cong Jun's neck, and suddenly couldn't hold back his smile. He came out: "Mr. Cong, I don't see that your girlfriend is very possessive."

"Captain Liu misunderstood." Cong Jun sneered, turning his gaze to the interrogation room behind: "It was bitten by a dog."

After speaking, he turned and walked into the interrogation room, and saw Yan Yiming with a playful smile on his face.

The interrogation room was not completely soundproof, so he naturally heard what Cong Jungang and Team Liu said, so he found it interesting.

Regarding Yan Yiming's attitude, Cong Jun's face darkened, and he walked over and pulled out a chair to sit opposite Yan Yiming.

Cong Jun was wearing a black long-sleeved police uniform, his lips were pursed into a line, and his bony hands were tightly holding the pen holder as if he was holding back something. He slightly raised his head and glanced at Yan Yiming, his expression became colder.It was just such a glance that made Yan Yiming's eyes darken, and he felt that Mr. Cong was damn attractive.

In my mind, I imagined the scene where Mr. Cong was pressed under him, and my body felt a little unbearable.

Needless to say, he was tough.

He lowered his head and held the pen holder, remembering what the woman said, and sneered, with a deliberately suppressed emotion in his voice: "Bound?"

"Props?"

"Torturing people to death?"

"There are a lot of bed partners?" Cong Jun finished writing the cause and result of the incident, and looked up at Yan Yiming with hidden anger in his eyes: "Yan Ershao, seeing how nourished you have been in the past few years, why didn't you die on the bed."

Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows and looked at Cong Jun's violent jump with a smile in his eyes.

Gritting his teeth, he wrote again, directly convicting Yan Yiming of attempted rape.

Feeling that there is no need to stay any longer, as soon as he got up, he heard Yan Yiming's hoarse voice behind him: "Mr. Cong, the police station has been busy catching drug brains lately, are you tired enough?"

Looking back, Yan Yiming was still lying on his back with his legs on the table: "If I say I know where that drug brain is..."

The smile in Yan Yiming's eyes became heavier and heavier: "What do you give in exchange?"

The police station has indeed been in trouble these days because of the drug gang, and the higher-ups have been suppressing them to find out the criminal brains. It took a while to lock the suspicious person on the surveillance circuit outside the bar, but that person looks like It's as if the world has evaporated, and there is no clue at all.

Cong Jun opened his mouth, and frowned when he saw the lust gradually filling Yan Yiming's eyes.As soon as he reached the door, he put on the doorknob and opened a gap, when a shadow shrouded him behind him, with one hand resting on the door.

Cong Jun turned around, Yan Yiming lowered his head and touched Cong Jun's lips: "Why, you don't want it?"

"You're crazy, this is the police station." Cong Jun wanted to push away Yan Yiming's hand, but Yan Yiming grabbed Cong Jun's hand and clasped it above his head, with one leg stuck between Cong Jun's legs and sticking to Cong Jun's lower body.

Kissing Cong Jun's lips, a magnetic voice pierced Cong Jun's eardrums with a low smile: "Dogs are in heat regardless of location and occasion."

Mr. Cong may have forgotten that Yan Yiming is a very casual person. At the graduation party, Mr. Cong was also separated by a door.

Blocking Cong Jun's lips and pushing in deeply, he stretched his hand behind Cong Jun and locked the door behind him. With one hand, he pulled out the shirt that Cong Jun tucked into his trousers, and kneaded Cong Jun's waist against the skin.

Slightly loosening to let Cong Jun breathe, he smiled as he looked at Cong Jun's downcast eyes, blushing face and shortness of breath.

The lower body was tightly pressed against Cong Jun's lower body, Yan Yiming held Cong Jun in his arms and leaned against Cong Jun's ear.

The hoarse, lustful voice sounded like an ultimatum.

"Mr. Cong, I want to fuck you, here, right now."