Male protagonist, please think twice, I am a villain and cannot kiss you

In the presidential suite.

Fu Qianxun felt numb all over, his lips felt soft, and his heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest.

An An, he...he kissed himself.

Has he finally figured out his own heart?

Well, well, he was the one who took the initiative first, so it's reasonable for me to kiss him back.

In just these two seconds, Fu Qianxun had gone from being stunned at first to having thought of what posture he would use to return the kiss.

He stretched out his hands to wrap around An Chen's slender waist and pulled him into his arms. Just as he was about to kiss him back, he saw An Chen tilt his head and fall asleep on his shoulder again.

Fu Qianxun: "..."

I couldn't believe that he fell asleep again after kissing me.

Fell asleep again!!!

How does he sleep? Doesn't he have a heart?

Fu Qianxun wanted to wake him up and ask him to explain what he meant.

In the end, I felt sorry for Anchen, so I gently put him back on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and let him sleep.

Looking at An Chen who was still sleeping soundly, Fu Qianxun couldn't help but say that this little guy was really troublesome.

Seeing that there was still more than half an hour until eight o'clock, I simply went back to my room and took a nap.

When I passed the living room, I saw through the floor-to-ceiling windows that there was an unpleasant figure sitting in the back garden of the hotel.

"She looks ugly, and even her back is so ugly." Fu Qianxun complained with disgust, and then went into the second bedroom.

……

In the back garden of the hotel, He Yanshu crossed his legs and casually folded his hands on his knees, looking less wicked and more elegant and comfortable.

But despite his relaxed look, his eyes were filled with worry.

Someone sat down next to him, but He Yanshu didn't react.

Su Huachen handed the apple in his hand to the other person and said, "Are you hungry? Have an apple."

He Yanshu raised his eyes to look at the other person, then looked down along that gentle and handsome face to the apple in his hand.

He reached out to take it, bit it down and ate it without hesitation, his expression somewhat numb.

Su Huachen also picked up another apple and bit into it. While eating, he asked, "Why did you come to this show?"

He Yanshu asked: "Don't you know why I came?"

Su Huachen said: "I don't understand, and I don't want to understand."

He Yanshu looked at him and said, "That's right, you never care about my affairs, you only have Fu Qianxun in your heart."

"Since you know, why ask again." Su Huachen looked at He Yanshu, put one hand on his face, rubbed his handsome face with his thumb, and said in a gentler voice: "Yanshu, you know, our meeting was the wrong starting point, so there will never be a possibility for the two of us."

There was a hint of hurt in He Yanshu's eyes. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Su Huachen with those affectionate peach blossom eyes.

After a long while, He Yanshu reached out and took the hand off his face, held it with his other hand, and lifted the other person's sleeve.

The arms hidden under the white sleeves were fair and delicate, but in addition to being delicate and delicate, there were also scars that looked scary like centipede-shaped ones, some of which were old and some were new.

He Yanshu looked at this scene with a look of heartache in his eyes: "You lied to me again. You promised me that you would not hurt yourself again."

Su Huachen didn't care. He slowly pulled down his sleeves and said in a gentle voice, "Only pain can make me feel better. Only when I feel pain can I restrain the thoughts of hurting others, such as hurting you."

He Yanshu's eyes turned red as he asked, "You know I don't care."

Su Huachen said: "But I care, and I don't want to hurt you again."

He Yanshu calmed down his emotions and said in a serious and suppressed voice: "Those injuries falling on you are a hundred times more painful than falling on me. I would rather you torture me."

Su Huachen took a bite of the apple in his hand, said nothing, and had a dull look in his eyes.

He Yanshu stood up, walked a few steps, then stopped and stood there, saying with a bit of sadness: "You just said that our meeting was the wrong starting point. But I think our meeting is the most beautiful beginning."

He Yanshu walked away with his long legs, took a bite of an apple as he walked, and threw the remaining half of the apple into the trash can when he passed by it.

He stretched out his hand and scratched his right arm hard through his clothes, with a look of forbearance on his face.

On the other side, Su Huachen was still sitting on the chair somewhat numbly, eating the apple bite by bite, looking up at the sky with a somewhat sad look in his eyes.

……

Fu Qianxun was awakened by Lin Yuan's text message.

Yawning, he opened the door with a face full of resentment and said, "You are such a good assistant of mine. Not even a minute longer."

Lin Yuan said: "Not being late for work is my basic quality as an assistant."

Lin Yuan made room for him and said, "By the way, I met the director's crew on the way here. They are coming to shoot, so we are going together."

Fu Qianxun said, "Let's go in together, and keep your voice down, An Chen is still sleeping."

The PD who was filming the scene casually asked, "Mr. Fu, how do you know An Chen is still sleeping?"

Fu Qianxun yawned and said, "Let Lin Yuan explain it to you."

Lin Yuan adjusted his tie with one hand, looked at the two PDs, Xiao Jing and Xiao Luo, who were filming An Chen, and asked, "How old are you two?"

"24 is old."

"26 is old."

Lin Yuan said: "I started working with Mr. Fu when I was 21 years old. I am 28 years old this year. My annual income, not including the year-end bonus, is seven figures. I own a 300-square-meter house in City A and a car worth one million yuan."

Xiao Jing: “…”

Xiao Luo: “…” Why is he suddenly showing off these to us?

Lin Yuan said: "Do you know why I can work with Mr. Fu at such a young age and have such a successful asset now?"

Xiao Jing: "Because you are good at work?"

Xiao Luo: "Because you have a high degree?"

"Those are secondary." Lin Yuan said seriously: "The most important thing is, as a chief special assistant, I must abide by one rule."

They both listened attentively.

Everyone, including the netizens in the live broadcast room, is looking forward to it.

This is a job with an annual salary of one million. I need to hear some experience.

Maybe I can find a job like this in the future.

Under everyone's expectant eyes, Lin Yuan said seriously: "That is, 'Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't look at what you shouldn't look at.'"

Xiao Jing: “…” It’s normal to want to hit someone sometimes during the morning class.

Xiao Luo: “…” It’s impossible not to go crazy at work, so it’s reasonable for me to pin him to the ground and beat him up.

[As expected of Mr. Fu's assistant, their annoying temperament is exactly the same. 】

[Photographer, how did you resist the urge to take action? Go ahead and hit him.]

[The photographer hasn't started yet. Is it because he hasn't picked a stick he likes? ]

Fu Qianxun sat on the sofa exhausted, pointing to the pile of documents on the coffee table and said, "All the documents have been processed, take them."

Lin Yuan went forward and took a quick look, then said, "Okay, I'll take these back and deal with them. Also, I sent four documents to your phone. When you have dinner later, remember to take a look and sign them electronically if there are no problems."

Fu Qianxun, who originally wanted to take a nap, opened his eyes angrily and asked, "What did you say? You even counted my meal time?"