I knew that Yan Yiming would come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon.He picked out some small bars to search, and although the number of transactions in the detected locations was small, the cumulative loss was not a small amount.

The people on the ground left wisely, only Yan Yiming and Cong Jun were left in the huge space, and Cong Jun looked away first when their eyes met.

Mr. Cong was wearing a bartender uniform with a small waistcoat over a white shirt, revealing his narrow waist completely.He glanced at the thug who left: "Don't catch me?"

It doesn't matter whether he is arrested and imprisoned, or let him go, as long as he loses contact with the outside world, as long as the mission cannot be completed, he can say anything.

"If you don't catch me, I'll go to the next location." Glancing at Yan Yiming, Cong Jun turned and walked towards the exit of the bar.

This sentence seems to give Yan Yiming two choices, either you arrest me and imprison me, or you let me destroy your stronghold at will.

The door of the bar was closed tightly, Mr. Cong pulled it twice and locked it...

Walking back and looking at Yan Yiming who was smoking on the sofa: "The key."

Yan Yiming looked at Cong Jun, twirling the key ring with one finger, and pressing the cigarette into the ashtray with the other.

Cong Jun walked over and was about to grab it, but was pulled by Yan Yiming and fell into Yan Yiming's arms.Reaching out to hug Cong Jun's waist, Yan Yiming stepped on the coffee table with one foot so that Cong Jun's body could have a point of support: "Die Liu asked you to come here?"

Although Team Liu and Yan Yiming are not very familiar with each other, they have a good relationship with Mr. Cong. They probably wouldn't push Mr. Cong to such a place, and Mr. Cong's expression doesn't look like...

"It wasn't Team Liu, who told you to come here?" Yan Yiming raised Cong Jun's chin, and Cong Jun squinted his eyes and lips into a line, raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Yiming coldly.Yan Yiming lowered his head with a smile on his lips: "Do you know that you are very attractive like this."

It was uncomfortable to keep this posture all the time. Cong Jun broke free a few times and Yan Yiming hugged Cong Jun's waist tightly: "Really?"

Seeing that Mr. Cong didn't intend to explain, Yan Yiming let go of his hand a little: "Then don't leave, stay by my side from now on."

"Are you crazy?" Cong Jun was in disbelief, completely unaware of what Yan Yiming was thinking, knowing that he was an undercover agent and still bringing him by his side?

"Aren't you an undercover agent? Cong Jun, how can you be an undercover agent if you don't go deep into the enemy's camp?" Yan Yiming lowered his head and bit Cong Jun, stretched out his hand to unbutton his tie, tied it with Cong Jun's hands, and dragged Cong Jun's body Cong Jun sat on himself: "I don't know who made you do these things, but letting you out now is to let you die. Not to mention Yan Ruohao, Yan Xiao will not make you feel better."

"As for the person who ordered you from behind..." Yan Yiming supported Cong Jun's back, lowered his eyes and tore off the bow tie on Cong Jun's neckline: "Do you have something in his hands?"

Looking up and seeing Cong Jun's dodging gaze, he leaned over and kissed Cong Jun's ear: "So instead of letting you toss about in Yan's territory, it's better to keep it by your side and watch it for yourself."

Heart beating irregularly, Cong Jun turned his head to hide: "Aren't you afraid that I will leak the news about Yan's family?"

Yan Yiming paused, Cong Jun turned his head and looked at Yan Yiming quietly, there was no questioning or distrust in the eyes of the two of them.

"Mr. Cong, do you dare?"

If Jun Cong wanted to bring down the Yan family wholeheartedly, he would have concocted a perfect lie to get close to Yan Yiming, instead of playing undercover games in some small bars.

He knew Mr. Cong. Since high school, Mr. Cong would not do unnecessary things. Once he locked on the target, he must go for the target.

"Let's not talk about whether you can get the materials. Cong Jun, will you give the materials to others?" Yan Yiming's eyes were full of determination, as if pinching Cong Jun's heart, he put his arms around Cong Jun's waist with one hand, and untied it with the other. Cong Jun's belt buried his head in Cong Jun's chest and answered for Cong Jun: "You won't."

"You crazy, uh..."

Covering Cong Jun's lips and biting gently, he pulled out the shirt and put his hand into Cong Jun's clothes to caress, then wandered to his chest and pinched it.

The hesitant sound in his throat made Yan Yiming slide his Adam's apple a few times, and stretched his hand along the edge of Cong Jun's underwear.

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