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

"I do not have."

Yan Yiming hugged Cong Jun tightly in his arms, rubbed against Cong Jun's ears and exhaled a heavy alcohol smell with his breath.The heart was pounding, and Mr. Cong stuck to Yan Yiming's chest and stiffened, not daring to move.

In the silent space, listening to Yan Yiming's moderate breathing, Cong Jun was slightly relieved.

He got up and took Yan Yiming into the room and covered him with a quilt, planning to lie down on the sofa for another night. Yan Yiming suddenly grabbed his hand.

When Cong Jun turned his head, Yan Yiming was looking at him with gentle and harmless eyes similar to those of a canine animal, and the appearance of smiling with his lips hooked made Cong Jun's heart skip a beat.

Just about to ask him what's wrong, Cong Jun fell on the bed and was hugged tightly by Yan Yiming when he squeezed his hand on his wrist.

Pushed Yan Yiming's shoulder, but Yan Yiming hugged him even tighter.

Rubbing against Cong Jun's neck, the comfortable and soft touch in his arms made Yan Yiming rest on Cong Jun's shoulder: "I miss the smell of you very much."

Cong Jun was startled, let Yan Yiming hold him without saying a word, lowered his eyes to look at the hand on him, wondering what he was thinking.

Hearing the steady breathing in his ears, Mr. Cong moved, and the people beside him also moved, hugging him closer.

When he woke up, the bedside lamp was glowing with orange light, Cong Jun turned over from the corner of his eyes and caught a glimpse of the people around him suddenly awake.

Yan Yiming supported his head and looked at Cong Jun with a smile slowly: "Are you awake?"

It was like going back to the morning after graduating from high school, when Yan Yiming was lying next to Cong Jun in the same posture and asking the same topic.

Cong Jun moved, feeling the hard object pressing against his abdomen below, raised his head and glanced at Yan Yiming.

"How is it?" Yan Yiming came over, and the breath sprayed on Cong Jun's ear made Cong Jun shrink back: "Cong Jun, do it with me."

He grabbed Cong Jun's hand and put it to his lips for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around Cong Jun's shoulders and was about to block Yan Yiming's hand. At the same time, he held Yan Yiming's outstretched hand, and Cong Jun punched and kicked Yan Yiming fiercely, kicking Yan Yiming off the bed: "I'm in heat, let me go elsewhere."

Yan Yiming lay on the floor, clutching his stomach and coughing lightly, Cong Jun's sudden action made him unprepared.

Mr. Cong was ruthless, and Yan Yiming felt a little pain in the corners of his face and eyes when he went out.

From morning to evening, I finally saw my Second Young Master come out. The younger brother went up and saw the bruises in the corners of Yan Yiming's eyes, and immediately stuttered: "Second, Second Young Master...you are..."

Was it caused by being too intense with my sister-in-law?

"Obviously?" Yan Yiming asked while leaning on the door frame, looking at his younger brother and nodding: "Do you have sunglasses?"

The younger brother standing in the back row immediately handed over a pair of sunglasses. Yan Yiming put the sunglasses on to cover the bruises at the corners of his eyes, lit a cigarette and hung it on the door frame. He still couldn't figure out why Mr. Cong kicked him out of bed suddenly.

Seeing that his second young master didn't say anything, the younger brother stayed silent for a while with Yan Yiming, and then said boldly: "Second young master, you haven't wiped off the lipstick marks on your chest..."

As he spoke, he looked at Yan Yiming with a strange look.It's because they haven't seen the world, and they can't understand the love between the second young master and his sister-in-law...

Yan Yiming was taken aback for a moment, lowered his head and tore off his shirt, looked at the lipstick marks on his chest and remained silent for a while.The younger brother who reminded him swallowed, wondering if he said something wrong for a moment.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yan Yiming smile, his eyes under the sunglasses seemed to be full of fun.

Looking at the younger brother: "Have you learned how to manage?"

"No..." A group of them are people living at the bottom, and they usually help the small bar of Yan's family to teach others a lesson and earn a little money.

To put it mildly, he is the lackey of the Yan family.To put it bluntly, they are street gangsters.

"Report to the manager and ask him to give you a position, just tell me what I said." Yan Yiming walked to the car parked at the intersection, looked back, and the younger brother handed over the car keys with a smile in his eyes It got to the back of my head: "Yes, thank you, Second Young Master!"

Sitting in the driver's seat, stepping on the accelerator, Yan Yiming drove the Buick away.