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

【Yan Yiming got into trouble. 】

Mr. Cong couldn't let go of those few words, so he called Yan Yiming a few times but didn't answer, and finally couldn't bear it and went to the bar.

The gangsters in the bar who followed Yan Yiming knew Cong Jun, and one of them, Li Shen, who was promoted by Yan Yiming, immediately went up to him when he saw Cong Jun: "Sister-in-law, why are you here?"

"Where's Yan Yiming?" Cong Jun frowned, but didn't correct the address.

"Didn't the Second Young Master go looking for you? Didn't you meet the Second Young Master?"

Cong Jun ran back from the bar to the house he rented without saying a word. Li Shen felt that something was wrong and recruited several people to follow behind.There were a few cigarette butts on the ground outside the door, and the brand of this cigarette was also the one Yan Yiming smoked.

I turned around and saw the Buick with the smashed glass at the intersection. There was a long line of blood dripping on the ground, especially the most blood on the door.

Li Shen followed up and saw the bloodstains and felt that something was wrong, so he murmured, "Sister-in-law, could the second young master be..."

A look made Li Shen silent, Cong Jun's expression was cold and heavy, just the ice-skate-like eyes stared at Li Shen's back numbly.

The elongated figure on the ground was getting closer and closer, and seven or eight shadows slowly crossed the line parallel to the corner.

Yan Yiming picked up a board and pointed it at the person in front, and the board broke into two pieces with a "snap".

A person rushed over with a punch, Yan Yiming kicked him away with a sideways kick, and several people surrounded him, and the people behind got up and clamped Yan Yiming's hands from behind Yan Yiming's back, refusing to let go.

The person who took Yan Yiming's slap at the head smiled, and was about to hit Yan Yiming on the head with his stick, when he suddenly staggered a few steps as if he had tripped over something, lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Turning around, Cong Jun stood in front of him condescendingly, stepping on his shoulder against the light, bent down and twisted his hand, causing the man to scream in pain.

A few people reacted and swung a stick at Cong Jun. Yan Yiming looked at Cong Jun and smiled. With the help of the people behind him, he jumped up and kicked the person who was leaning away, and pushed his elbow to let the person behind him loose Yan Yiming punched him with a backhand and knocked him down.

After finishing those few people, Mr. Cong smelled a strong smell of blood when he leaned over. He frowned and looked at the casually bandaged wound on his arm.Before he could say a word, a man rushed over from behind and swung a stick. Yan Yiming pulled Mr. Cong, turned sideways, grabbed the man's wrist with his right hand, and twisted it hard. His hand was stained with blood, and the wound on his right arm burst. Blood dripped slowly along Yan Yiming's arm.

Cong Jun tore off his sleeve and tied it tightly around Yan Yiming's wound. Hearing Yan Yiming's "hiss", he couldn't help but lighten the pressure.

Lifting his head, he saw Yan Yiming's face turned pale with his left hand around Cong Jun's waist in the weak light. Yan Yiming looked at Cong Jun with a smile on his lips.

The wind blows gently, mixed with the smell of blood, the whole alley is silent, only the beating of the heart can be heard.

Cong Jun was startled, and turned his face uncomfortably: "Your brother asked me to come..."

Yan Yiming kissed Cong Jun's ear, pressed his head on Cong Jun's shoulder, exhaled a weak breath from his nose: "Really."

After speaking, he pressed on Cong Jun as if all his strength had been taken away, and Cong Jun supported Yan Yiming's body with both hands, only to realize that Yan Yiming's body temperature was a little abnormal.

Walking out of the alley with Yan Yiming on his back, Li Shen happened to come from the other side. Seeing that Yan Yiming's arms were covered in blood, he immediately told others to drive over.

Yan Yiming lost too much blood and was always in a coma. During this period, he woke up once, squinting his eyes and rubbing his pillow on Cong Jun's shoulder: "Cong Jun, live with me for the rest of your life."

The hand that had been holding Yan Yiming suddenly tightened. Although the words were very light in the small and dull car, it still made Cong Jun breathe heavily, as if his throat was blocked by something and he couldn't make any sound.