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

The wind on the roof at night woke up most of Cong Jun's drunkenness, and he sat on the fence and let out a long breath.

Downstairs, the lights are brilliant and the traffic is endless, and the orange light is the only symbol of this night.

Cong Jun put his hands on his knees and looked at the dazzling light, and suddenly remembered the scene of Yan Yiming sitting on his desk with a love letter in high school.

At that time, the breeze was not dry, and the sun was shining from outside.

That person turned his back on the light like that, and tore up the letter in front of Mr. Cong: "Mr. Cong, how about entrusting me to take care of you for the rest of your life?"

Although it is not a declarative sentence, Cong Jun still couldn't help showing a smile when he recalled Yan Yiming's inevitable look.

There was a gust of wind, and just as Cong Jun got down from the fence, his cell phone rang.

I glanced at the caller ID: "How is it? Is there any news?"

"The people from the police station didn't take much action, but they couldn't find any trace." Lin Lize's voice came from the other end: "It's not that the police station didn't check it, but the people from country M said that the hospital was There is no news of that person in the cemetery."

Lin Li hesitated for a moment: "Team Cong, I think Yan Ruohao hid him, otherwise there would be no news..."

"Although it is said that Yan Yiming is dead, since he is dead, how can there be no news at all. Why does Yan Ruohao block the news when everyone is dead?"

"I think Yan Ruohao is trying to protect the fake news released by Yan Yiming, but I'm just guessing... Cong Dui, are you listening?"

Yes, maybe it was Yan Ruohao's protective measure.

Just like last time, he directly ignored the bodyguards at the door of Yan's house and rushed into the study. The difference from last time was that Yan Ruohao was not in the study.

"Mr. Cong, do you regard this as your own home?" Yan Ruohao waved at the bodyguards following Mr. Cong, adjusted his cuffs, still in a neat suit: "What's the matter?"

"Take me to see Yan Yiming." There was a gleam in Cong Jun's eyes, which made Yan Ruohao stunned, and raised his hand to look at the time. If he went to country m now, it would happen to be there in the morning.

"Okay, I happen to have time these few days." Yan Ruohao recruited someone to give instructions on going abroad, and turned to Jun Cong: "I'll take you to see him."

Yan Ruohao agreed too quickly, and did not have time to wait for Mr. Cong to respond that all preparations had been arranged.

It's just that when he arrived in Country M, Yan Ruohao didn't take Cong Jun to the villa area, but went to a cemetery in the suburbs.

Before dawn, there was a layer of gray mist, and there were not many people in the cemetery, only Yan Ruohao and the others.

Dozens of tombstones are lined up in an orderly manner from top to bottom in the cemetery, and the bluestone path is clean.

A tombstone stood silently at the top of the cemetery. There was a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, which seemed to be cleaned frequently. The words engraved on it clearly explained what Yan Ruohao brought him to see.

Cong Jun clenched his hands slightly: "You know what I want to see is not this..."

"People are here." Yan Ruohao stood aside, unwilling to say more.

"I do not believe……"

"I don't believe it!" Cong Jun threw himself on the grass behind the tombstone, digging the soil with his hands: "I won't believe it until I see his body..."

Cong Jun's voice weakened as he spoke, and his fingers were deeply inserted into the soil, trying to scrape away the thick layer of soil.

Cong Jun knelt on the ground, his shirt was stained with mud, his body was trembling slightly, and he looked a little weak among the few people.

The more he dug his heart, the colder it became. The thick layer of soil seemed to bury him in it, and the suffocation came one after another. Cong Jun knelt on the ground and suddenly blurred his vision.

Yan Ruohao winked, and the two bodyguards pulled Cong Jun away, seeing that Cong Jun was struggling too much and knocked him unconscious.

"Young Master Yan."

"Bring him back." Yan Ruohao said lightly, looking at the big mud pit dug out by Mr. Cong: "Take care of this."

Returning along the original road, Yan Ruohao glanced back.

He knew Cong Jun was stubborn, but he didn't expect Cong Jun to be so stubborn.Obviously, such strong evidence and facts have been presented...