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

Cars passed by in the underground parking lot, and the lights shone in along with the progress of the car.

At that moment, Yan Yiming clearly saw Cong Jun's expression on the left side of the back seat with his hands handcuffed on the armrest.

The originally pale face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, lifeless.

"It's nothing to do with her." Yan Yiming didn't explain too much, opened the car window, lit a cigarette, and looked at Mr. Cong in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

"Then what she said is true." Cong Jun lowered his head, and the few words Zheng Qingqing said kept echoing in his head. There was no false element. The woman's expression was very real, and she was asking When Yan Yiming commented, his eyes were full of anticipation.

There was a moment of silence, and the atmosphere in the car seemed a lot weirder again.

In the end, Yan Yiming neither admitted nor denied: "Don't think too much."

Cong Jun twitched the corners of his mouth and looked out of the car window. There was nothing to see outside the car window, but Cong Jun just stared out of the car window quietly, asking in a calm tone without any emotion: "You Had sex with her a few times."

Yan Yiming stretched out the window with a cigarette in his hand, and let out a deep breath.There was a smell of smoke in the car window, mixed with the lingering perfume, which choked Mr. Cong's chest a little tight.

Standing silently on the brink of the explosion but unable to scream, Mr. Cong will take countless steps if he takes one step back, and the relationship established between the two of them will break down again.

Yan Yiming threw away the cigarette, stepped on the driver's seat, stepped onto the back seat with one foot and knelt on the back seat, bent over and lifted Cong Jun's chin and kissed that piece without saying a word. Some cold lips.

"Well……"

Cong Jun put his right hand on Yan Yiming's chest and wanted to push him away, but Yan Yiming grabbed his arm tightly with one hand, wrapped his arms around Cong Jun's waist, and was forced to raise his head to make the distance between the two of them closer to each other.

Mr. Cong struggled a little, blood oozes from the bandaged wound on his right arm, Mr. Cong frowned in pain.

Yan Yiming opened and closed his lips, forcibly depriving Cong Jun of his breath.

There was a familiar smell of smoke from the tip of the nose, Cong Jun clenched his hands, raised his right hand to wrap his arms around Cong Jun's neck, and stuck out his tongue in coordination.

Feeling Cong Jun's obedience, Yan Yiming slowed down and kissed Cong Jun's lips lightly.Pressing Cong Jun's forehead and looking at Cong Jun's eyes downcast and rapid breathing, Yan Yiming reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of Cong Jun's mouth: "No matter what that woman said, don't believe it."

Zheng Qingqing will grasp a person's psychology, because she knows what that person cares about and what he taboos, and then uses language, tone, expression, and eyes to weave a true lie.

After that, she waited for the prey to develop step by step as she expected, and fell into the trap.

Cong Jun responded.

About an hour later, Zheng Qingqing asked the mall staff to move the things to the trunk, and saw the blurred figure in the back seat raised her hand and knocked on the window.

The window of the car was lowered slowly, inside was Cong Jun leaning on Yan Yiming's shoulder, covered with Yan Yiming's coat, squinting his eyes with a tired expression.

Yan Yiming hugged Cong Jun in his arms, looked slightly sideways at Zheng Qingqing: "You drive."

Use her as a driver?Zheng Qingqing hooked her lips, went around to the driver's seat and opened the door to get in the car, fastened her seat belt, and smiled at Yan Yiming, who was looking at her in the rearview mirror: "Your Yan Ershao said that I will reluctantly be the driver, but that's all. once."

After speaking, he glanced at Cong Jun in Yan Yiming's arms with a cold expression.

"Where's the handcuff key?"

The man in the back seat didn't have any emotion on his face, he just frowned slightly looking at the red mark on Cong Jun's wrist from the handcuffs.

Zheng Qingqing handed over the handcuff key, started the car and drove out of the underground garage.After driving for a while, Zheng Qingqing asked, "This man will only bring you endless trouble."

"Master Xiao is staring at him, and my father is staring at him." Zheng Qingqing paused for a moment and said with a slightly raised tone: "The police are also staring at him, and it doesn't do you any good to be with him."

"I'll take care of that."

"You should also know that Mr. Cong is in a very dangerous situation." Zheng Qingqing pierced Yan Yiming's mind as if he saw through it: "Otherwise, your desire to protect him would not be so strong."

Zheng Qingqing knew that there were not only others monitoring Cong Jun, including Yan Yiming.

Out of the protection of a person, he did not hesitate to arrange a few eyeliners in the dark to keep an eye on Mr. Cong's situation all the time.

Yan Yiming is more afraid of this person's death than Cong Jun knowing about Yan Yiming's surveillance.

Cong Jun now...Zheng Qingqing glanced at the man who was sleeping on Yan Yiming's shoulder, with a trace of disdain on his lips.In Zheng Qingqing's eyes, this kind of unaware person is no different from stray cats and dogs on the side of the road.

Living in the circle specified by Yan Yiming, hiding under Yan Yiming's wings.

Maybe Yan Yiming thought it was a kind of protection, but Cong Jun himself might not think so.

Zheng Qingqing smiled.After all, Mr. Cong is a man.