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

There were a few bruises on her legs, and she rubbed them with medicinal wine.

Cong Jun lowered his head and looked cold as he watched the string of text messages sent by unfamiliar numbers.

Yan Yiming walked over to circle Mr. Cong, put his chin on Mr. Cong's shoulder and held the hand holding the mobile phone. When he saw the content of the text message on the mobile phone, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. The content of the text message didn't say anything, just a few words. Let Yan Yiming guess who the other party is.

[Congratulations, you have achieved a small step. 】

"People from the police?"

"I didn't report to him..."

Taking Cong Jun's mobile phone, Cong Jun turned around and grabbed Yan Yiming's hand: "What are you doing?"

Pressing Cong Jun on the sofa and clasping his hand, Yan Yiming dialed the number, condescendingly looked at Cong Jun with smiles in his eyes, and it took him a while to connect.

Yan Yiming listened to the silence inside and smiled: "How can you do this, is it too much for my people to be positioned by you and watched by you?"

The other party was also stunned for a while, as if hearing a joke with sarcasm in his tone: "The second young master of the Yan family thinks so well?"

He had expected that Cong Jun's identity would be exposed, but it was a bit unexpected for the Yan family to let Cong Jun go so easily.

"There is no reason not to keep the prey that is delivered to the door."

Cong Jun struggled a few times under him, Yan Yiming slightly tightened Cong Jun's hand: "But your chess piece is useless."

A low laugh came from the phone: "Really? Second Young Master Yan, don't forget that even if you believe in Mr. Cong, not everyone in Yan's family will believe in Mr. Cong."

What Su Hui said is correct, with Mr. Cong's identity, it makes no sense for everyone to believe him.

"Since my identity has been exposed, Mr. Cong will treat it as a gift from me to the Yan family." The other end of the phone still maintained a smile: "But this gift, Er Shao Yan, can you bear it?"

Who is Su Hui? He will think three steps after taking one step. Since he sent Cong Jun to Yan's house, he thought that Cong Jun would reveal his identity. Yan Yiming would protect Cong Jun, but Yan Xiao was different. Just because of his status as a policeman, there will be suspicions, and it is not so easy for Yan Yiming to protect Mr. Cong.

In other words, when two tigers were fighting each other, he wanted to see which side was more oppressive.

Understanding the other party's purpose, Yan Yiming couldn't help but sarcastically: "You are so boring."

"only games."

It's just a game, Cong Jun is just a smoke bomb, the real trump card will not let him show up so easily.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Yiming let go of Mr. Cong and threw the phone to him. Just as he stood up, Mr. Cong grabbed him: "What did he say to you?"

Turning around, Cong Jun stared at him closely, afraid of missing any details, seeing the nervousness of that person, Yan Yiming turned around and leaned down on the sofa with one hand: "Let me make a choice between you and the Yan family."

Seeing Cong Jun's stunned look, Yan Yiming stared at those eyes and moved a little closer to Cong Jun: "Cong Jun, how do you think I should choose?"

After being silent for a while, Yan Yiming smiled, stood up and went to the balcony to light a cigarette, looked through the window at the figure of Cong Jun sitting on the sofa with his back to him in the living room, and happened to remember that after evening self-study in high school, Yan Yiming also never Cong Jun's class passed by and saw the back of the man in the empty classroom wearing a white shirt.

After smoking a cigarette, the figure on the sofa didn't move. He looked at the time and walked in. Just as he was about to let Cong Jun go to sleep, he saw Cong Jun turn around. There was no sound or ups and downs in his eyes: "I want to Ok?"

"Ok?"

"How would you choose?"

Hearing this, Yan Yiming wanted to laugh a little. Shouldn't his choice depend on Mr. Cong himself?Since high school, Mr. Cong kept a distance from him from time to time, which made Yan Yiming's attitude unstable.

"Why should I make a choice because of an irrelevant person?" Yan Yiming put his hands on the sofa and looked at Cong Jun: "You originally..."

The unfinished words were stuck between his lips, Cong Jun kissed Yan Yiming's lips and held Yan Yiming's face: "Didn't you say that I belong to you?"

He grabbed Cong Jun's hand and let out a "hmm".

"Then why is it irrelevant?"

I don't know why Mr. Cong misunderstood, the irrelevant person he mentioned was Su Hui.

Cong Jun raised Yan Yiming's chin, looked down at Yan Yiming's lips and kissed him: "You can choose whatever you want, anyway, you can't rely on me."

Gently pressing Cong Jun's head, a syllable came out of his throat.

Mr. Cong, you are mine.