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

The two sides were facing each other, Mr. Cong was sandwiched on the yacht in the middle, with his back turned and his attention focused on Yan Yiming.

"Chen Qi, put down the gun!" Cong Jun's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red and swollen, and the handle holding the gun was trembling slightly.

Chen Qin put his gun tightly against Yan Yiming's forehead, and laughed when he saw the surprisingly large number of police officers. Mr. Cong was deliberately using it as bait to keep an eye on him as a fish.

"Mr. Cong, I've been stumped this time. But don't even think about Yan Yiming's life!"

After being punched several times, Yan Yiming's consciousness became a little blurred, and he couldn't hear what Chen Qi was saying at all.

I only remember that before he and Chen Qi jumped into the sea, they vaguely saw a vague figure on the ship.So much so that when I woke up in the hospital, I only remembered that vague scene.

The smell of potion and pungent disinfectant spread on the tip of the nose, Yan Yiming propped his forehead on the bed of pure white sheets and felt a dull pain in his head, as if some memory was buried deep in his mind and imprisoned.

Yan Ruohao patted Yan Yiming on the shoulder: "What's wrong?"

"fine."

"The doctor said that you had a slight concussion before the accident, and you may suffer short-term amnesia due to severe brain damage before jumping into the sea with Chen Qi." Yan Ruohao paused: "What do you remember?"

"No." Yan Yiming lay on the hospital bed, frowning as he watched the hand that was inputting the IV.He was in a coma for a month, was rescued from the sea and was shot, and it was a miracle that he woke up.But in the past few days, there have been some fragments from time to time, but only vague figures can be seen.

"What happened before the accident?"

Faced with the questioning, Yan Ruohao smiled: "Something happened to Yan's family, and it was found out that people from the West District did it, so I asked you to go to the West District to solve it. It just so happened that the police were also chasing Chen Qi. You chased Chen Qi all the way to the sea and were caught by Chen Qi Qi hijacked them and jumped into the sea together."

Similarly, in Yan Yiming's vague memory, he and Chen Qi confronted each other, and later Chen Qi gained the upper hand.

Will Chen Qi have the upper hand?

The corners of Yan Yiming's lips were sarcasm, and some fragments appeared in his head. In his memory, he gave the gun to Chen Qi himself, but he couldn't remember why he gave the gun to Chen Qi.

He could only see a blurry figure, but once he thought about it, his head hurt sharply.

"If you can't remember, don't force yourself." Yan Ruohao looked at Yan Yiming's dazed look, his eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything.

Outside the ward, Mr. Cong quietly looked at the people inside through the gap in the door, and let out a soft breath.

A voice came from behind: "You have seen it too, let's go."

The man looked about 50 to [-] years old, wearing formal clothes and followed by two bodyguards, seeing that Mr. Cong was still, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "It was you who said to leave this man at the beginning, so I guaranteed that the Yan family would not be involved. If you I regret that there are so many criminal evidences in the Yan family, and I can order a thorough investigation at any time."

Cong Xiang was there when Yan Yiming and Chen Qi fell into the sea that day. His son was kidnapped and kidnapped. As a father, he couldn't watch. When he rushed over, he saw Cong Jun jumping into the sea to save the man.

A few days before Yan Yiming was in a coma, Cong Jun had been by his side the whole time, and the father could see clearly.

A city chief's son likes a man?

It was just a joke that got out.

"Mr. Cong, don't make me say the same thing a second time."

Cong Jun took a look and didn't say anything. When he turned to leave, Yan Yiming looked up at the door and looked at the slightly open door.

I always feel... who was standing there just now...

Because of the incident in the West District, the Police Department of City S has been busy for half a month, and after the storm, there was peace.As usual, those who receive reports are not only gangsters fighting, but also drinking and making trouble. Generally speaking, they will be questioned and detained for a few days for ideological education.

What is more serious is that people are injured and need to be hospitalized. Some people have paid medical expenses and comfort fees there.

The man had to be detained for a while, and Liu Dui vaguely mentioned Cong Jun's way of handling the problem several times, but he was frightened by Cong Jun's murderous eyes.

I thought Mr. Cong was just temporary, but after two months, the situation has not improved, and Mr. Cong took all troubles on himself.

That posture, as if he was afraid that no one would find fault with him.

Outside the Nth Bar, neon lights were hanging high, and a man with a slightly drunk face stood beside the car at the door, and stood up straight after several reprimands: "Police, police officer, I really don't drink, if I do, how dare I drive?" .”

Cong Jun frowned, smelling the faint smell of wine, and glanced at the time: "My colleague will be here in a few minutes, please come with us."

While the two were talking, a stretched luxury car drove past and stopped at the entrance of the bar. The doorman opened the door, and a man wearing an expensive suit came down. He casually glanced at the two arguing on the side of the road and told the bodyguards to wait outside. He lifted his foot and walked to the bar.

Cong Jun looked at the familiar figure in a daze, then stared at that figure and lost his mind.

"Police officer?" The man next to him raised his hand and waved it in front of Cong Jun. Cong Jun came back to his senses and lowered his head to write the ticket: "If you have anything to say, go to the police station."

Yan Yiming walked to the door of the bar for a pause, turned around and looked at the man in the police uniform frowning and felt a little familiar. He walked over and stood in front of Cong Jun, watching Cong Jun's calm eyes move slightly lip.

"We know each other?"

Cong Jun tightened his grip on the pen, and it took him a long time to ask indifferently, "Have you been to the police station?"

The bodyguard followed up behind him: "Second Young Master, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I thought it was an acquaintance." Yan Yiming smiled, turned around and walked towards the bar with some hesitation.

"Why do I feel that this person looks familiar?"

"Second Young Master was joking, how could it be possible for you to know the police officer in City S when you came here for the first time."

That's right, the Yan family has no personal contact with the police, let alone a policeman in S City.

One black and one white, the distinction is obvious.

Yan Yiming will never step into the world that police officer stands in.And his world... Yan Yiming stopped at the door of the bar and looked back at Mr. Cong: "I won't let anyone approach me."

In any case, he and that person will never have an intersection.

If there's an intersection...it's also the day when they pointed guns at each other.

The moment he turned around, a voice suddenly sounded in Yan Yiming's mind.

"Mr. Cong... spend the rest of your life with me."