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

The mixed sound of the stereo outside came through the crack of the door. He frowned and opened his eyes slightly. In his hazy vision was the back of Yan Yiming putting on his shirt and pulling the door open.

Zheng Ze and a group of people were singing happily, laughing with their arms around their new girlfriend, and their classmates who hadn't seen each other for a few years were chatting about interesting things in the past and playing games.Chen Ying was the only one sitting on the sofa quietly looking at the group of people around the center of the stage, with a sad expression on her face.

Looking up, I saw Yan Yiming coming from the passage behind and saw her at a glance, sitting on another sofa with slightly curled lips: "Aren't you going to play with them?"

Chen Ying lowered her head, glanced at Yan Yiming, then smiled generously and looked away: "They are too good at playing, I can't play."

"What game are you playing?"

"Guess odd or even, and the loser sings with a drink in his mouth."

Yan Yiming smiled. Only Zheng Ze could think of such a difficult punishment.

Under the light, Yan Yiming was wearing a white shirt, the collar was slightly opened, there was a bite mark on his neck, and his lips were also torn and chapped. Chen Ying lowered her head, her eyes darkened, and she handed a glass of wine to Yan Yiming with a warm smile: " I don’t know if you still remember the time at the door of the infirmary in high school..."

Seeing a trace of doubt in Yan Yiming's eyes, Chen Ying didn't continue. Yan Yiming didn't pay much attention to other things in high school. You don't even remember my name?"

Yan Yiming was taken aback for a moment, watching the light in the eyes of the woman sitting in front of him dim, then he lowered his head and looked away, grabbing the edge of the sofa as if he was looking for an excuse to leave.

Smiled: "Chen Ying."

Then he drank the glass of wine handed over in one gulp, and watched the light in the eyes of the woman opposite him brighten up again, and smiled shyly at Yan Yiming with his eyes bent.

A girl who is very clean is dressed very maturely.

Seductive red lips, long wavy hair blown into a sexy short skirt, looks well-dressed.

Without puncturing that small thought, Yan Yiming stood up and signaled to smoke a cigarette. Chen Ying nodded and never took her eyes off Yan Yiming.

Turning around to see Mr. Cong, Mr. Cong was standing at the entrance of the passage for an unknown how long.He glanced at the woman behind Yan Yiming and then put his gaze on Yan Yiming, walked around the sofa to the door without saying anything.

Yan Yiming stopped Cong Jun halfway: "Where are you going?"

"Go back, it's too noisy." Cong Jun looked a little tired, and Yan Yiming knew he had overdone it last night, so he hugged Cong Jun's waist and squeezed: "I'll see you off."

Due to the fact that someone was present, Cong Jun pushed Yan Yiming away and was relieved to see that the group of people on the stage did not look over. When he turned his head, it was the woman who kept glancing at the two of them from time to time.

"No need, I live not far away and I can go back by myself." Cong Jun had no emotion in his eyes, as if he really hadn't rested well and his voice was a little weak, he took Yan Yiming's head and kissed his lips, and looked back as expected I saw the woman looking away with flustered eyes.

Turning his head and seeing the banter in Yan Yiming's eyes, Cong Jun let go of his hand and turned around: "You and them have fun, I'll go back first."

Cong Jun's figure had just disappeared at the door of the bar, Zheng Ze seemed to have just seen Yan Yiming, and dragged Yan Yiming to curse, and asked Yan Yiming to think of a way to make amends later.

After leaving the door, Mr. Cong walked back along the usual road. At seven or eight o’clock, there were far fewer people on the street than before. Turning to another street, the light went out, and there was only one dark road. Mr. Cong is alone.

After pausing, Mr. Cong stopped and stood where he was, and there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.

A gust of wind blew by, and a group of black shadows on the ground approached. Cong Jun punched him with a backhand, and the people behind him stepped back a few steps and looked at Cong Jun silently.

More people came out from the darkness and surrounded Cong Jun. A group of people dressed in formal clothes didn't look like gangsters looking for trouble, but rather...

Cong Jun was taken aback, and several people rushed over to compare with those gangsters, these people are all trained.After fighting with them, they gradually became powerless. Taking advantage of Cong Jun's breathing space, those people restrained Cong Jun's actions, and pressed him to the ground with their backhands.

Cong Jun struggled a few times, and just as he straightened his body and moved, a cold pistol was pressed against his forehead.