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

He raised his hand and glanced at the time, it was three in the morning.

The bed was a mess, there was still greasy liquid sticking between the legs, and the body smelled like semen.

How many times did you do it?

Mr. Cong can't remember...

Pushing away the person on his body, Yan Yiming reached out and hugged Cong Jun tightly: "Continue?"

"Get out." Pushing Yan Yiming's head away, Cong Jun kicked him away, got up and went into the bathroom.

Yan Yiming smiled, and touched the corners of his eyes with his fingers. Just now, when Cong Jun pushed over with his hand, his nails seemed to have cut through a layer of skin, and now they are burning with pain.

The phone on the bedside table vibrated a few times. When Yan Yiming glanced at Mr. Cong's back and then turned his gaze to the phone, his smile froze suddenly. He frowned when he picked up the phone and heard the voice in the phone: "I know."

When he came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw Yan Yiming sitting on the sofa with his shirt open, talking on the phone with someone.Going into the bedroom to change the sheets, Yan Yiming just hung up the phone and walked in, buttoned up and took the coat aside.

Seeing Yan Yiming's well-dressed appearance, Cong Jun's last bit of drowsiness was wiped out: "Where are you going?"

"Go back."

Going back this time is naturally not going back to the hotel.

Seeing Cong Jun's stunned look, Yan Yiming stepped forward and hugged Cong Jun and kissed him: "Sleep, I will contact you after dealing with the matter over there."

After sending a text message to remind Li Shen to pay attention, Yan Yiming booked the fastest ticket for the night and flew back to City H.

The Yan family was able to monopolize the three areas because of their huge power, no one dared to stab them in the back.

Someone happened to involve the Yan family when the police were going to clean up City S. A cargo ship that just arrived at the port of City S was intercepted tonight. The police search warrants and personnel were well prepared, and it looked like they had come prepared.

As soon as they got off the plane, a group of people in black from the Yan family stood at the gate of the airport wearing sunglasses, and when they saw Yan Yiming yelled "Second Young Master" in unison.

The driver opened the door and bent down: "Second Young Master."

"Go to the villa on the West Third Ring Road first."

After getting in the car, Yan Yiming received a call from Yan Ruohao: "Aren't you coming back?"

Glancing at the person in the passenger seat, Yan Yiming lit a cigarette: "What? Send someone to watch me?"

"Surveillance is not, I'm afraid you will cause some trouble." Yan Ruohao knocked on the table and picked up a photo on the table.In the photo, Yan Yiming is leaning against the wall and talking to Cong Jun, who is in a police uniform. It seems that he has a close relationship: "Dad has noticed Cong Jun, and it depends on how you end up."

Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows: "Why, are you not satisfied with his wife?"

"Forget about the drug bosses, and the people from the West District also gave it to the police station. Are you satisfied?" Yan Ruohao burned the photo, looking at the face gradually engulfed by the flames in the photo: "Those who don't know think that our Yan family is with the police station." People from the police station hooked up."

Didn't they hook up together?

Not long ago, Mr. Cong was still lying under him.

Yan Yiming hung up the phone without saying anything, remembering how Cong Jun took the initiative to deliver to the door last night, he raised his lips and put his hand on the car window.

In the rearview mirror, the driver could only see the bloodshot wounds at the corners of Yan Yiming's eyes and a somewhat ambiguous smile.

Yan's family is alone in a suburb, surrounded by a forest, along the road, there is a big iron gate, which is guarded 24 hours a day, and after entering, there is a villa with serious and dark colors.

The hall was silent, walked up the stairs to the door of the study, Zhou Meng stood at the door and saw Yan Yiming lowered his head expressionlessly: "Second Young Master, Master Xiao and Young Master have been waiting for you inside for a long time."

Nodding his head, he pushed the door open and went in. Yan Ruohao stood straight in front of the desk and mechanically reported the follow-up situation of City S to the person sitting in the office chair. Turning around, he saw Yan Yiming's voice trailing off, as if he was waiting for the chair people speak.

The man was in his fifties, with black hair intermingled with a few strands of white hair, and a formal suit with a scar on his forehead. He looked down at the documents in his hand without making a sound.

Yan Ruohao withdrew his gaze: "Although there was no intelligence in advance, the people in City S are considered smart. When the police officers were about to board the boat to search, they asked people to throw all the drugs into the sea."

"What about the loss?"

"Don't stop."

He raised his head and glanced at Yan Yiming: "Second Young Master Yan, did you hear that too?"

The irony in the words made Yan Yiming, who had been neglected all this time, raise his head and slowly curl his lips as he watched the man on the chair.