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

The lights were on in the operating room, and Yan Yiming was standing in the corridor outside, thinking about Mr. Zheng raising his hand to signal to shoot, Yan Yiming broke the cigarette in his hand, feeling inexplicably anxious.

Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, Yan Yiming turned around and frowned: "How is it?"

"It's okay, I didn't hurt my bones." Cong Jun's sleeves were stained with some blood, and his lips were paler than usual.

The doctor at the back pushed the mirror frame: "Second Young Master, I was going to be hospitalized for a few days, but Brother Jun refused to say anything."

Looking at Cong Jun, Cong Jun held his right hand: "There is no need to be hospitalized, let's go back."

Yan Yiming stared at Cong Jun for a while, took Cong Jun's shoulders and walked out of the hospital, squinting at the person in his arms: "Did you hide something from me?"

"nothing……"

The idea that he is not the only undercover agent has not yet been confirmed. Mr. Cong has a suspect, but he can't produce any evidence to prove that person.

He said empty-handedly that he was afraid that it would only increase Yan Yiming's troubles.

Holding Cong Jun's hand that was about to open the car door, the two of them looked at each other, but Cong Jun's gaze was a little dodged.

"You've been a little hesitant recently." Yan Yiming leaned close to Cong Jun's face, and seeing the captured appearance, Yan Yiming had a slight curvature: "You look like you can't hide what's on your mind."

"Cong Jun." Yan Yiming squeezed Cong Jun's jaw so that Cong Jun met his gaze: "You know I can indulge you in some things, but you are absolutely not allowed to mess around."

Along Cong Jun's waist, Yan Yiming pulled the gun from Cong Jun's body and unloaded the bullet: "During this time, don't go anywhere, stay at home, and I will let someone take care of you."

"Why?!" Cong Jun was puzzled: "Yan Yiming, I'm not a woman, and I don't need you to keep me at home."

"You are hurt."

"This injury is fine." Cong Jun stretched out his hand and looked at Yan Yiming with burning eyes: "Give me back the bullets."

Yan Yiming lit a cigarette and looked at Cong Jun quietly. The wind was blowing a bit in the middle of the night. Seeing Cong Jun's blood loss and weakness made Yan Yiming soften his tone a little: "Get in the car, we'll talk when we get back."

He opened the car door and raised his chin to let Cong Jun go up. Cong Jun glanced at Yan Yiming, and after a moment of silence, he bent down and got in.

After closing the car door for Mr. Cong and turning around, a kiss was stamped on the cheek, and a person threw himself in his arms.

The smell of perfume was all over her body, and the slender and white hands with red nails were gently pinching Yan Yiming's chin, like a coquettish woman with one arm around Yan Yiming's waist, her left leg was bent and stuck between Yan Yiming's legs: " Second Young Master Yan, long time no see."

Zheng Qingqing was wearing a V-neck tight-fitting leather jacket, her long curly hair was vertical to her waist, and her chest was close enough to Yan Yiming's chest to give a woman confidence.Seeing Yan Yiming's eyes looking over, Zheng Qingqing put his arms around Yan Yiming's neck and put his hands on Yan Yiming's neck, looking at those cigarette-smelling lips: "I wonder if I can climb into Yan Ershao's bed tonight."

Seeing that she was about to get close to the man's lips, her body was suddenly pulled, Zheng Qingqing smiled: "What's wrong, Er Shao Yan."

"What's the matter?" Yan Yiming took a puff of cigarette and pulled away Zheng Qingqing who was too close.

Zheng Qingqing smiled, and looked at Mr. Cong who had been staring at them in the back seat: "Watch your dog."

While touching Yan Yiming's body with one hand, he looked at Cong Jun's reaction: "Your dog is so funny, he keeps looking at me with eyes that want to kill me, but he doesn't do anything at the same time."

"Tell me, if I tell him you slept with me, will he bite?"

"Take care of your mouth." Yan Yiming exhaled a puff of smoke to extinguish it, turned around and got into the car.

Zheng Qingqing smiled slightly, opened the co-pilot's door and got into the car.

As if ignoring Cong Jun's existence, Zheng Qingqing propped her head up and looked at Yan Yiming: "Come shopping with me, I didn't buy anything, what should I do if I go to your house."

After a pause, Zheng Qingqing bent her eyes and added: "Or, are you wearing your clothes like before?"

Yan Yiming glanced through the rearview mirror at Mr. Cong who was sitting in the back seat and kept silent.Cong Jun leaned on the seat in the back seat of the car, looking out of the car window, and the expressionless face was illuminated by the passing lights.

"Get out of the shower at your house and put on a pair of your shirts as usual, and then go to bed together..."

"parking."

A faint voice came from the back seat, Zheng Qingqing turned her head and watched Cong Jun's movement of pulling the door to get out of the car and smiled: "Cong Jun, you can't get out of my sight for 24 hours now."

"I can shoot you if you want to run away or get out of my control."

After saying this sentence, when Zheng Qingqing received Yan Yiming's meaningful warning, Zheng Qingqing kept smiling: "This is authorized by Master Xiao."

Looking at Mr. Cong again, sure enough, there was some hesitation in his movements.

At the meeting, Mr. Zheng said that his actions would be monitored 24 hours a day, but Mr. Cong had no idea that it would be a woman.

After driving to the underground garage of a shopping mall, Zheng Qingqing opened the door and looked at Yan Yiming who was still sitting in the driver's seat: "Will you accompany me?"

Seeing that Yan Yiming didn't make a sound, Zheng Qingqing walked to the car door on the side where Cong Jun was approaching, took out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed Cong Jun to the handle of the back seat: "If your master doesn't come with me, I will have to make you wait for me like this for an hour. .”

After Zheng Qingqing left, there was a moment of silence in the car, followed by Cong Jun's distrustful tone: "What's your relationship...?"