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

Later, as Cong Jun said, Yan Yiming seldom saw him, and most of them sent him the hotel name and room number from an unfamiliar number.

Every time Yan Yiming looked at the series of numbers, he felt a little funny.

Why do two people have to make it look like an affair when they meet...

Ever since he knew that Su Hui would attack Yan Yiming, Cong Jun's spirit has been tense, but Yan Yiming is as casual as an outsider.

Juehuang Entertainment Club.

Yan Jiaxin invested in a club, except for the bars on the first and second floors, only VIP customers can enter this entertainment club, and on the third floor, it is on the corridor at the entrance of the private room that isolates all the hustle and bustle of the bar.

Yan Yiming looked at the fidgeting man standing in front of him and smiled, leaning against the wall and lit a cigarette: "I just came out after being bored for a few days, you don't have to be so nervous."

"Second Young Master, you came too suddenly. I told you earlier that we should be ready." The manager apologized, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and raised his heart in his throat: "Should I arrange a private room for you... "

"No need." Yan Yiming took a few puffs of cigarettes: "I'll leave later, you go and do your work."

The manager replied in embarrassment, but ordered a bartender to follow Yan Yiming.

As soon as the manager left, two people seemed to come out of the third box in the corridor, and they stood deadlocked at the door with only half of their bodies exposed.

The man facing Yan Yiming dragged another man and said in a low voice: "You are crazy and you have to leave. You can't afford to offend the people inside. Do you have to teach you a lesson?"

The other man didn't seem to say anything, but insisted on leaving.

The lights in the corridor were rather dim, and the faces of the two people could not be seen clearly, but the man whose back was facing him was disheveled at this time, the shirt tucked into his trousers was ripped out, and the belt looked loose.

Yan Yiming squinted his eyes and leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette, quietly looking at the two people.

At this time, the man facing Yan Yiming seemed to be irritated by the silence of the other man, so he raised his hand and slapped the other man.

The sound of "pop" is particularly crisp.

The beaten man resisted more fiercely, looking around while breaking free from the man's restraint, but when the man turned his head to look like him, Yan Yiming was a little stunned.

Not only Yan Yiming, but also the man was stunned.

He hurriedly turned his head and buried his head in his arms, with a soft voice: "Let me go..."

"Let go of you, do you really think that you are clean? There is nothing clean in this circle!" The man tugged at another man: "Come in with me."

Seeing that the man remained unmoved and kept resisting, the man raised his hand and saw that the second slap was about to fall.

A hand clasped the man's wrist and held it tightly, as if trying to cut off his hand.

When I looked into the box, a bottle of red wine happened to hit the wall at the door, splashing all three people's wine, and the bartender in front just happened to come over, seeing Yan Yiming being splashed with wine, he hurriedly handed over a handkerchief.

Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows, let go of that hand, took the handkerchief and walked in, lowered his head to wipe the red wine stains on his face, and slightly hooked his lips, the face under the light was rarely violent: "What do you think? ?”

The box was silent, even breathing was very light.Some people here may not know Yan Yiming, but they don't dare to be the first bird when no one stops him.

"No problem, I took the person at the door away."

As soon as he turned around, a bottle of wine fell on Yan Yiming's feet again.

With a "pop", the splashed wine stained the pair of leather shoes and wet Yan Yiming's trousers.

As soon as he turned around, a fat, greasy, and disgusting man on the sofa stood up staggeringly, waved away one or two hands holding him, and walked crookedly in front of Yan Yiming.

A mouthful of sour wine smelled from his yellow teeth, and he poked Yan Yiming's shoulder with his finger: "You, what are you?!"

Then he pointed to the slapped man at the door: "This man belongs to me, I want him to accompany me tonight..."

Before the man finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground by Yan Yiming. He moved his foot and stepped on the man's fat hand, and the cry of killing a pig suddenly sounded in the box.

When the manager arrived, he saw this scene, frowned and walked in front of Yan Yiming: "Second Young Master."

"Throw people out, don't put all the garbage in."

The manager waved to the security guards who came outside, and the two security guards who came in took the man out regardless of his shouting.

The room was smashed into a mess, and liquid was flowing everywhere, exuding the aroma of red wine.

Yan Yiming frowned and glanced at the people behind him: "Take care of the rest of the matter."

The manager froze for a moment, then nodded.

The person standing at the door had been looking at Yan Yiming for some time, and then hurriedly lowered his head as soon as he caught Yan Yiming's gaze.