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

When he walked past the man at the door, Yan Yiming glanced at the man and continued walking: "Let two rooms be prepared upstairs, and give him a set of clean clothes."

Tonight was originally scheduled to be in the hotel next door, so Yan Yiming had to temporarily change the location after such a disturbance.

Yan Yiming just came out of the bathroom when the doorbell rang, his hair still dripping in a bathrobe.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man outside wearing a peaked cap with his head lowered, deliberately covering more than half of his face.

Yan Yiming pulled him in and pressed him against the wall. First, he kissed him too long and too quickly.

The peaked cap in the kiss room was taken off by Yan Yiming, revealing that familiar face.

Sensing the entry of air, Mr. Cong leaned against the wall and saw the white chest in front of him, then looked away: "Su Hui hasn't moved in the past few days."

"Very good." Yan Yiming leaned on the wall with one hand and put the other on Cong Jun's waist, thinking of Cong Jun's reaction these days, he couldn't help but raise his lips.

Mr. Cong now is like a rabbit running here and there frightened by the fire.

"The more there is no movement, the more worried I am." Mr. Cong turned his body sideways and lit a cigarette in a small space.

With a light pout of his lips, his indifferent face was covered in smoke, his brows were slightly frowned.

Not only Su Hui's quietness made him feel a little abnormal, but even the personnel of the sixth team made him feel a little out of harmony.

Yan Yiming looked at the mouth that opened and closed and took a bite: "Are you being followed today?"

Cong Jun is still wearing a peaked cap in white T jeans today, which is not like his dressing style.

"Yeah." So I entered a department store on the way, changed a set of clothes at the men's clothing store and left through another exit: "I got rid of you."

"Mr. Cong, have you ever thought that Su Hui might be targeting you?"

Cong Jun was taken aback for a moment, looking at Yan Yiming with puzzled eyes.

"Knowing your relationship with me, is Su Hui so stupid to pull you as a teammate?" Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows: "Maybe he just wants to use you as a bargaining chip."

As for what Yan Yiming can get in exchange, I don't know, after all, Yan Yiming can't guess what that man wants.

If Yan Yiming is right, then Mr. Cong is in a more dangerous situation than Yan Yiming.

Cong Jun took a sip of the cigarette, and the thin smoke overflowed from his thin lips, matching the milky white wall, causing Yan Yiming to "tsk".

"Did you know that you're sexy as hell when you're smoking a cigarette?"

A hoarse voice came from his neck, making him slightly taken aback.

The tip of Yan Yiming's tongue cooperated with his lips to gently lick and suck on Cong Jun's neck, and he reached into his T-shirt and walked on Cong Jun's back, caressing every skin as if tasting it.

Cong Jun pushed Yan Yiming, and the sudden ringing of the doorbell stunned the two of them.

Yan Yiming retracted his posture, stood up straight and opened the door.

Qin Sheng had already changed into a set of clean and brand new clothes, which didn't fit very well, the corners of his mouth were also a little bruised, and there were marks on his wrists.

Mr. Cong glanced sideways, put the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff without speaking.

As if he didn't expect Mr. Cong to be here, Qin Sheng was taken aback.

Passing the remaining half of the cigarette to Yan Yiming's mouth, Cong Jun stood up: "I'm going to take a shower."

Qin Sheng showed no expression but the light in his eyes dimmed a lot: "Thank you for the previous matter, I will give you the money for the clothes in a few days."

Seeing Yan Yiming twisting the small half of the cigarette and smoking it, Qin Sheng felt that there was no need for him to stand in this place anymore.

When he was about to turn around, Yan Yiming suddenly stopped him: "You don't need the money, and if I need help in the future, just give me your hand."

Qin Sheng didn't understand what Yan Yiming said at the time, but it was too late when he understood later.

There was a bottle of vodka and a bucket of ice cubes on the table. Yan Yiming was sitting on the sofa and had just finished drinking a glass of wine when he saw Mr. Cong coming out of the bathroom raising the glass with only ice cubes left: "Let's have a drink together?"

Cong Jun glanced coldly, then lifted the quilt and got into bed.

This inexplicable coldness made Yan Yiming smile, put down his cup and went to bed, embraced Cong Jun half propped up and kissed Cong Jun's ear: "Are you angry?"

"No."

Seeing Yan Yiming staring at him, Cong Jun couldn't help frowning: "Do you want me to give up the bed to you two?"

Yan Yiming raised his lips, let Cong Jun rest on his hand and hugged Cong Jun in his arms: "I just met Qin Sheng by chance, and I didn't do anything."

The hand on the waist got into the bathrobe, and the palm fell to the base of Cong Jun's thigh against the delicate skin.

Just as he was about to block that hand, he heard Yan Yiming's magnetic and seductive voice: "I'll fuck you."

Cong Jun's eyes brightened slightly, and he turned his fingers over Yan Yiming's face to look at those eyes and bit his lips.

Cong Jun realized that he had been fooled when his hands were unknowingly tied to the head of the bed by Yan Yiming and his body was in a mess.

"Yan Yiming... um... you liar..."