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

Yan Yiming put his legs on the coffee table and spread his hands to change to a more comfortable sitting position.

Seeing the two getting closer, Cong Jun's voice became a little colder: "I should have told you not to move."

Yan Yiming raised his hands and watched the woman walk away silently. Why did he always feel that Cong Jun's "don't move" was only aimed at him?

"Stand against the wall and put your head in your hands."

Looking at the other people in the box, Cong Jun frowned and looked at Yan Yiming. Yan Yiming smiled, put his hand on the sofa and lit a cigarette, took a puff and lifted his chin: "Stand."

The younger brothers stood in a row against the wall, put their heads in their hands, saw Yan Yiming's eyes, and waited for Cong Jun to come over and called out neatly: "Hello, sister-in-law."

Mr. Cong's face darkened a little, and he walked to the top of the wall and stretched out his hand to check the person standing against the wall from both sides of his body to the end of the wall.

When he came to the woman, Yan Yiming pinched his eyes and got up and put his hand on the wall, as if he was holding Cong Jun in his arms: "Officer Cong, it's not good for you to touch the woman like this?"

"Huh? Don't you think so?" Ears were itchy, and Yan Yiming's breath was like a fire that could not be extinguished, which made Mr. Cong's ears hurt.

Feeling Yan Yiming's body pressed against him, Cong Jun's body stiffened and his breathing became lighter.

Just as he was about to say forget it, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the lip print on Yan Yiming's neck. Jun Cong held the hand that just wanted to rest on his waist almost instantly, pinching Yan Yiming's chin: "You move again to prevent me from checking case, I will formally arrest you on the suspicion that you are an accomplice in the crime."

Yan Yiming smiled and raised his hand obediently.

Looking down at Mr. Cong touching him up and down, his wife is really not easy to mess with...

Just after the inspection here, Cong Jun's colleague came over and said hello at the door: "Cong Jun, Team Liu caught one over there. You take the person here to do a blood test first and then investigate in detail. There should be accomplices." .”

"Ah."

Yan Yiming followed Mr. Cong out, only to see that the people in the hall were all leaning against the wall for inspection. Looking at the number of people inspected, let alone one round, at least two rounds were mobilized.

Yan Yiming walked beside Mr. Cong, looked at the few people who were standing in front of the bar talking to the manager, and lowered his voice: "Why are you fighting so hard this time?"

Cong Jun paused: "I received news that there is a big fish..."

"Oh?" Yan Yiming was surprised, and smiled: "Looking at your boss, you probably didn't get caught."

Mr. Cong didn't speak anymore. It was three or four o'clock in the morning after he went to the police station for investigation and blood sampling. Yan Yiming sat on the sidelines and watched Mr. Cong work hard and talk to his colleagues, feeling that the time passed quickly.

It's so fast to change a person that he almost doesn't know him anymore.

Got up to smoke a cigarette outside, Cong Jun just came out from inside and stretched his waist to exercise his muscles and bones.

Sitting on that bicycle with the light behind his back, Yan Yiming was a little dazed. He remembered the same scene when he was sitting in front of the library and waiting for Mr. Cong to come out in high school.

After regaining his senses, Yan Yiming shook the soot: "Is it all done?"

"Not yet, let me go back and rest first."

Although a few mice were caught, they were all small. The big fish in the news seemed to have been notified in advance and ran away.The upper management was dissatisfied with the results of the investigation, and cast fire on them and demanded a more careful investigation. The bar is not big, but it is a big project to investigate everyone thoroughly and take blood samples.

In fact, in other words, they are torturing them in a disguised form.

Mr. Cong walked into the dressing room next to him, and suddenly heard Yan Yiming say behind him: "Mr. Cong, can I ask you a question."

Cong Jun stood still, waiting for Yan Yiming's question.

"Why did you suddenly choose to join the army in college?"

Yan Yiming couldn't understand this question. When he got the news, he thought it was impossible. At that time, Mr. Cong was so weak, let alone joining the army. Even if he was asked to carry a bucket of water, he would be overwhelmed.

Yan Yiming stomped on the smoke, lowered his head and exhaled a circle of smoke: "Could you be doing this to hide from me?"

Cong Jun was stunned, as if a piece of the past had been opened in his memory, and scenes were played back in his mind.