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

In the dark and damp basement, the iron chain rubbed against the wall making noises, and the thin water droplets above the head condensed into water droplets, which fell down and hit Mr. Cong, seeping into the wound through his clothes, and after a while the lump on his chest was gone. One piece was soaked with blood.

Cong Jun's hands were hung by iron chains, and a layer of cloth was covered over his eyes.That was the rule of Zhou Meng when he was interrogating people. He said that if he was restricted by blindfolding his hands and feet, his hearing and senses would be many times larger than before.

Hearing someone's footsteps coming in, Cong Jun tilted his ears, pursed his bloodshot lips and lowered his head.

Putting a hand on his waist, Jun Cong moved, and he pursed his lips when he heard the chuckle next to his ear, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You are here."

The iron chains on his hands and feet were untied, and Yan Yiming tore off the black cloth covering Cong Jun's eyes, and for a moment his vision was so gray that he couldn't see clearly the appearance of that person.

The way Cong Jun squinted made Yan Yiming couldn't help smiling, and hugged Cong Jun's waist and kissed him on the forehead: "Well, I'm here to pick you up."

Although Zhou Meng didn't know what happened behind him to make Lord Xiao agree to release him, it is still necessary to remind him: "Second Young Master, he is from the police."

Turning to see Zhou Meng, Yan Yiming smiled: "You are mistaken, he is mine."

"But the destruction of several strongholds is related to this person." Zhou Meng frowned.

"Oh, you said that." Yan Yiming's smile became a little more ambiguous, and he hugged Cong Jun close to his lower body and said in a frivolous tone: "Maybe I ignored him a while ago, so there was such a big commotion."

Frowning, Zhou Meng wanted to say something else when he saw Yan Yiming's eyes full of false smiles, he was silent, lowered his head to one side, and saw a flashing figure and the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away.

He knew that Yan Yiming would come back.

Opening the car door to let Mr. Cong get in the car, Yan Yiming took off his coat and covered Mr. Cong. Seeing Mr. Cong staring at him eagerly, he couldn't help but curl his lips as he hoped that his master would caress his pet.Maybe Cong Jun himself didn't realize what kind of awkward eyes he was looking at him now.

With one hand on the car door, he bent down and got into the car and kissed Cong Jun: "I still have some things to attend to, you go back first."

Cong Jun said "hmm", the hoarse and tired voice heard a kind of lust in Yan Yiming's ears, recalling the scene when he just went in and saw Cong Jun being handcuffed by iron chains, Yan Yiming thought about it, and still chose not to put his idea to tell him.

Restricted like that, his hands and ankles were chained to the wall, just like a piece of bloody flesh, tempting Yan Yiming to show his fangs.

Turning around and walking into the passage leading to the basement, seeing Zhou Meng waiting for him inside, Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows: "You know that I never owe others, and I don't like others owe me."

Zhou Meng raised his eyes and saw Yan Yiming's expressionless face, frowning as if extremely impatient.

Without saying too much, he picked up the long whip hanging behind the wall door, and gave it a "snap".

As soon as the whip was drawn down, cold sweat broke out on Zhou Meng's forehead.

At that time, Mr. Cong insisted that he only gave him two lashes to hang him, but now Yan Yiming gave him back four lashes and lashed him four times.Every time I hit, I used my strength.

Zhou Meng gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single syllable.

"I know you are Yan Xiao's dog." Yan Yiming threw away the whip in his hand, and sneered coldly: "But you also have to look at who you can move, who you can't move with a finger of."

The Yan family has always said that the youngest of the Yan family is decisive and unreasonable, but in fact, the person in front of him is, as long as Yan Yiming's bottom line is touched, his life may not be enough to pay.

The blood oozing from the wound was exposed to the air, and a faint fishy smell spread in the enclosed space.

Zhou Meng nodded: "I see."

Walking out of the basement, a Buick parked beside the door.I got in the car and went back to the villa where he lived. I saw the light in the living room was on. As soon as I opened the door and went in, I saw Mr. Cong wearing his shirt and underwear. Prescription.

Mr. Cong's half-wet and half-dry hair was still dripping with water. He sat on the sofa with his head down, seemingly unaware that someone was watching him at the door.