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

Tonight, the threshold of a hotel in City A was broken through, and there was only one floor where the endless stream of people went.Those who came were all from a strong family background or were well-known in City A.

"Director Liao, long time no see."

"Long time no see. If it wasn't for Cong Ju's [-]th birthday, I don't know when we will be free to meet."

"Come on, you have to do one."

The sound of wine glasses colliding can be heard almost every step in the hall, and friends who were laughing and talking one second will turn around and talk to another person the next second.

Yan Ruohao was holding a wine glass and chatting with people, and he saw Cheng Xiao at a glance from the side, raised his glass as a signal, and Cheng Xiao walked towards him.

After clinking glasses, they found a quiet place: "I heard that your place is not peaceful recently."

Yan Ruohao laughed: "It doesn't matter, we can't make waves."

Cheng Xiao squinted his eyes, Yan Ruohao was probably the only one who could say so lightly about his father's life and death.

Looking into the hall with a wine glass in hand: "Director Cong's battle doesn't look like he's over his birthday."

Yan Ruohao also found out that all the famous people brought their wives and daughters here, so no one would believe it if they said it was just to celebrate their birthday alone.

Cheng Xiao took a sip of his wine: "Cong Ju has all his sons and children, who is this paving the way for?"

Yan Ruohao was only stunned for a moment, then smiled while holding his wine glass: "Who knows."

At this time, in the upstairs room, Mr. Cong was wearing a silver-gray suit and sitting on the sofa with a cold face.

"Today, you just have to follow me and toast, don't make any mistakes and don't think about other things." Cong Sheng glanced lightly, moved his feet and turned sideways: "Mr. Cong, no matter what, you have blood in your blood." My blood is an indisputable fact, you can't get rid of it."

After speaking, Cong Sheng faced the door, the expression on his face changed the moment the door opened, and he went downstairs with a smile to pick up the wine glass from the waiter's tray to accept the visitor's blessing.

When Cong Jun followed behind and heard the two talking about him, he silently greeted him and took a sip of his wine.

Watching Cong Sheng ask him to deal with the daughters of other officials, Cong Jun also understood the meaning of Cong Sheng asking him to come to the reception.

Responding to one question after another in a perfunctory manner, Mr. Cong showed little expression and said nothing, but the ladies of these high-ranking officials forcefully squeezed out topics for Mr. Cong to answer one by one.

"Mr. Cong, have you talked to someone before?"

Speaking of this Mr. Cong evoked a smile, and swallowed a glass of red wine: "Talk about it, it's a man."

There was a few seconds of silence as soon as the words came out, and the young ladies smiled awkwardly and each found an excuse to leave.

He used to avoid this kind of topic, but now it saved his life.

Finding a quiet balcony to wait for the wind to blow, Mr. Cong breathed out a strong smell of alcohol.He is not good at drinking, but he drank a lot when he was chatting with those women.

"Why are you hiding in a place like this?"

Familiar yet unfamiliar breath came over, Cong Jun turned around and looked at the man in front of him who was still smiling lightly, some emotions in his heart erupted suddenly and he couldn't control it.

Yan Yiming took a glass of warm water and handed it to Cong Jun: "I see that you are drunk, did you drink a lot or can't drink enough?"

Cong Jun didn't speak, took the water glass and held it in his hand.

"Mr. Cong, do we know each other?"

Cong Jun turned his head, staring at the face that seemed to remember nothing, his lips parted, and from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly glanced at the nervous boy standing not far away.

Cong Jun said: "Know."

Restraining all emotions, Cong Jun lowered his eyes: "Didn't I see you last time?"

Yan Yiming smiled, knowing that he couldn't get the answer he wanted, he simply took Cong Jun's water glass, and stretched out his hand seeing that Cong Jun was overwhelmed with alcohol: "Seeing how drunk you are, I'll help you to take a rest."

"No need." The latter refused coldly, raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Yiming: "I can go by myself."

Turning around and taking a step, Cong Jun grabbed the railing firmly, while Yan Yiming quickly stepped forward and hugged Cong Jun's waist: "Don't be brave."

Cong Jun was taken aback, and put his arm around Yan Yiming's waist.

He took Mr. Cong out of the reception and went to the guest room downstairs to rest. When he put him on the bed and got up to leave, the person on the bed grabbed the corner of his clothes and looked at him dimly.

That look, that scene gave him a feeling of deja vu.

Leaning down and pinching Cong Jun's chin with his thumb, Yan Yiming smiled at Cong Jun's drunken state, put his lips together and kissed the red and wine-scented thin lips, and the person under him stuck out his tongue Responded quickly.

Reaching into Mr. Cong's shirt and pinching the soft place, the person under him couldn't help moaning, and plucked the last string.