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

Since Yan Ruohao and Cheng Xiao cooperated, other weak forces were gradually annexed, and the Yan family also developed on the road of whitewashing, and then created two trends: the black has the Cheng family, and the white has the Yan family.

Although the two families are divided into black and white, the dividing line is not clearly drawn.

A white ball drew an arc in the sky and landed steadily on the grass dozens of meters away.Almost as soon as it hit the ground, a caddy in overalls ran to pick up the ball.

Yan Ruohao was wearing casual clothes, and looked back at Yan Yiming who was sitting on his right and tore off his gloves.

Those hands didn't look like they were swinging a golf club, they were so shapely and slender that they were only suitable for holding a pen holder in the office.

In the entire stadium, only Yan Yiming was dressed in a dark suit, with a condensed expression, looking at another man in the novice area from time to time.

In the novice area that was separated, Qin Sheng was holding a club and learning golf squat posture and swing with the coach. Sometimes he would wipe his forehead with his hand when he was nervous, and would look back at Yan Yiming.

Seeing that Yan Yiming was looking at him, Qin Sheng would turn his head hastily again.

Yan Ruohao unscrewed the water and took a sip, then sat on the recliner next to Yan Yiming: "How is it?"

"Where did you find it?"

Yan Ruohao paused, then looked at Qin Sheng again.

That's right, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like Yan Yiming's favorite character.Even if he didn't say anything, Yan Yiming himself would find out sooner or later.

Moreover, Qin Sheng's acting skills are very poor.

He took a look at Yan Yiming's not-so-bad face: "A famous art school found it, but it turned out to be just a hollow shell."

No matter how you act, it's not as good as one-tenth of Mr. Cong.

What Yan Ruohao fell in love with was only the figure that looked like Mr. Cong.

"That's him, he didn't act." Yan Yiming rested his fingers on his chin, watching Qin Sheng swing the club to draw a beautiful arc in the air, his body twisted slightly to show the best posture of his body.

Yan Yiming's eyes trembled, and his hand gradually moved to his lips to cover the raised corners of his lips.

He was thinking, why did he let him go last night...?

"When will I see you off?" Yan Yiming asked.

Yan Ruohao smiled, it was obvious that Qin Sheng made his younger brother very satisfied, compared to Cong Jun who was a ticking time bomb by Yan Yiming's side, an easy-to-control Qin Sheng was the most suitable.

"The person is yours, you can handle it yourself." Yan Ruohao said as he unbuttoned the two buttons of his jacket and walked to the dressing room.

Looking at the time, it was almost dinner time.

Looking at the people over there who have been practicing their swing hard, Yan Yiming stood up and walked over, but Qin Sheng's eyes slipped and he saw that those people on the official golf course were almost gone: "Are you leaving?"

Yan Yiming responded lightly.

Qin Sheng put down his cue: "I'm going to change my clothes."

Walking to the locker room, he found Yan Yiming trailing behind him. Qin Sheng stood in front of the locker and hesitated for a moment, then went into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

The moment he closed the door, he saw Yan Yiming leaning against the door frame, lighting a cigarette, frowning slightly and facing him sideways.

It was obviously a very common thing, but Qin Sheng couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

The moment Qin Sheng turned on the faucet, Qin Sheng lost his mind for a moment, Yan Yiming's coaxing low voice sounded in his mind last night, and he stood there in a daze as if fascinated, letting the water flow away from his feet.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Sheng was startled, and turned around to find that Yan Yiming was standing behind him with his hands on the door and his cuffs were damp: "No...no..."

Yan Yiming looked down at Qin Sheng's slender and well-distributed waist, and an impatient voice came through the door after closing the door: "Come out after washing."

The scene where he saw Qin Sheng's waist felt a little familiar.

But my heart was inexplicably agitated for no reason.

At the dining table, Yan Ruohao cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth: "Is there anything wrong on the 25th?"

Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"Director Cong's [-]th birthday, I invited the Yan family." Yan Ruohao hooked his lips, wiped his mouth, put down the knife and fork, and took a sip of red wine: "Going?"

"Why do you ask me this kind of thing?" Yan Yiming couldn't help laughing, thinking of the surname Cong, he suddenly suppressed his smile and looked deeply, and paused: "Let's talk again, I will go when I have time."

The figure of the little policeman appeared in his mind, and he always felt that Mr. Cong was like a cloud of fog covering him.

It was also the part of his missing memory.

"Pa—" A crisp sound brought Yan Yiming back to his thoughts, and the glass on the ground was stained with red wine and shattered, like red blood slowly extending.

Qin Sheng looked at the two attracted eyes on the dining table and stood up: "I didn't do it on purpose... accidentally..."

Yan Ruohao said lightly that it was all right, and asked someone to tidy up. Only Yan Yiming stared at Qin Sheng expressionlessly, making Qin Sheng turn his head away.