I Can't Be This Protagonist

The moment the door hit the wall, Yan Shuang woke up.

To be precise, he has never been completely asleep.

After shielding the pain, he is undergoing the world's biggest torture test - a cold and a fever.

The cold touch from the back of his hand was obviously infusion. He opened his eyes, his eyelashes were half closed, and vaguely saw five tall men in the ward. He closed his eyes.

It is true to work with an illness.

If you go back and don't strive for an advanced individual in the bureau, you will be sorry for his efforts!

"roll……"

The weak voice immediately caught everyone's eardrums firmly in the quiet ward.

Wei Yichen was the first to react. He was the closest to the hospital bed, and immediately leaned over. He checked the IV first, and he was slightly relieved when he found that there was nothing abnormal.

"Shuangshuang—" Qin Yubai also leaned over, "Are you awake? Are you better? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Sheng Guangming also cast a caring look, but after all, he never passed.

There was no place for him on either side of the hospital bed, and he had no space or leeway... let alone the right to pass.

Yan Shuang was dizzy from Qin Yubai's deadly trifecta, and said slowly, "Let him go..."

His voice was not loud, and his tone was not heavy. He was weak and tired unique to illness, but he still clearly let everyone hear what he said.

Qin Yubai looked back at Ji Yao directly, frowned and said: "Did you hear? You are not welcome here."

Ji Yao's expression was cold, he didn't argue whether the "he" Yan Shuang said was him, but maintained a completely different indifference from the other four, "My identity is not a visitor, but an investor in the hospital, I heard that there is a waste of resources here, so I just came to inspect and correct it."

He was referring, of course, to Yan Shuang's situation where a patient with a fever occupied the intensive care unit.

Qi Feiyun, who was accused of abusing his power, didn't react, but Qin Yubai changed his face first, the bastard with no hair yet dared to show off in front of him!

"What did you say?"

The owner of the blunt and angry voice was not Qin Yubai. When he was about to speak, Sheng Guangming robbed him.

"What do you mean?" Sheng Guangming took a step forward. He was the strongest among them, and his face was filled with anger. Young Master, "Can you say it again?"

Ji Yao remembered this face.

Once downstairs in the apartment, and once at the gate of the orphanage.

They are all by Yan Shuang's side, and they don't have much sense of presence.

"Who are you?" Ji Yao asked coldly.

Seeing that the two seemed to be pinching each other, Qin Yubai was overjoyed immediately, hit him hard, hit him hard!

Yan Shuang's hand, which was being administered an IV drip under the quilt, was held in warm palms. Yan Shuang turned her head and met her phoenix eyes behind a pair of glasses.

"Drinking some warm water will make you feel better."

Wei Yichen's voice was soft, his eyes were cold, but there was affection in the cold, without overly strong and suffocating emotions, very natural and gentle, as if he had always been by Yan Shuang's side and never left.

As he spoke, he lightly squeezed Yan Shuang's palm, turned around and silently opened the door of the ward and went out.

When he came back, the situation had developed to the point where the seemingly simple-minded man with well-developed limbs grabbed the collar of the cold and noble young man.

Wei Yichen turned a blind eye and walked over with warm water as if there was no one else around.

Qin Yubai was waiting for the opening of the first St. Peter boxing match. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Wei Yichen had already bent over to feed Yan Shuang, and then he put away his smile, and said coldly, "You will be courteous every now and then."

Wei Yichen ignored him, "Is the water temperature right?"

Yan Shuang didn't answer, just opened his mouth to express that he still wanted to drink in response.

Wei Yichen continued to feed Yan Shuang with water, his expression was focused, as if feeding Yan Shuang with water was a big deal, and now no matter what to do or what to say, he has to wait in the back row.

Qin Yubai watched coldly, only thinking it was ridiculous.

He may be confused by the authorities, but he can see others clearly.

Wei Yichen's role beside Yan Shuang is not counted as a dog.

He had already been angry about this once, and it was completely unworthy.

Qin Yubai reached out and stroked Yan Shuang's soft hair, "You are still not convinced that you are the young master, and you will be served wherever you go."

Yan Shuang drank some water and felt more refreshed after adding the drip into his body, and lazily replied, "You too."

Qin Yubai's hands stopped, his smile froze for a moment, and then he pressed Yan Shuang's hair, "Okay, I just don't want to quarrel with you."

Yan Shuang was noncommittal and gave Wei Yichen a wink.

As expected of someone who is used to being an assistant, Wei Yichen just glanced at him. He immediately understood Yan Shuang's meaning, put down his spoon, and reached out to help Yan Shuang, but Qin Yubai held his arm.

"Sir," Wei Yichen said in a submissive tone as before, "Master wants to sit up."

Qin Yubai gave him a cold look, still feeling uncomfortable.

Why didn't he realize that his former housekeeper was such a gloomy thing like a rat in the sewer.

Not personal.

"I come."

Qin Yubai helped Yan Shuang up, and Wei Yichen padded the pillows in the backstage so that Yan Shuang could lean on comfortably, and clearly saw the scene of the two confronting each other at the end of the bed.

The ward was divided into two sides like fire and water.

Seeing Ji Yao's arrogant posture, Sheng Guangming couldn't help but think of Yan Shuang crying for this man in the apartment that day.

This person didn't know how precious he had got, so he abandoned it like a scrap and trampled on it wantonly,

"Take back what you said." Sheng Guangming said firmly.

There was no trace of annoyance on Ji Yao's face, he swept Sheng Guangming's face up and down with a look that didn't pay attention to people at all, and said coldly: "Let go."

Although Sheng Guangming has boxed for more than ten years, he has never used force against anyone outside the boxing ring by relying on his physical strength.

Even if he was harassed by the chairman of the boxing federation, he was just trying to scare the opponent.

And the person he grabbed by the collar seemed to have seen through him, his eyes and expression revealed a disdainful indifference-he dared not make a move even though he forgives him.

He didn't dare to do it.

He didn't dare to strike, not because this young master seemed to have a prominent family background and he couldn't afford to offend him, it was just because...he was Yan Shuang's favorite.

"Hit it," Yan Shuang coughed lightly, "Why don't you hit it?"

Sheng Guangming blushed when he heard Yan Shuang's words that sounded like fire.

He stared intently into those eyes.

Those blinding eyes.

What Yan Shuang likes is such high-ranking noble sons.

After the palm of the hand holding the collar trembled violently, it still loosened.

And Ji Yao didn't change color because he grabbed his collar ferociously, nor did he feel relieved because he let go of his hand. From the beginning to the end, he was extremely indifferent, without frowning.

After Sheng Guangming let go, he patted the folds of his collar, and turned to look at the person on the hospital bed as if unintentionally.

After entering the ward, Ji Yao saw Yan Shuang for the first time.

He saw shades of red.

Cheeks, nose, eyes, lips, each is a different shade of red, but a face has a feeling that people can't see it all.

Yan Shuang stared at Ji Yao calmly, with only the word "roll" written on his face in capital letters.

The muscles around his cheeks tightened, but Ji Yao opened his mouth even colder than before, "The critically ill patients seem to be very energetic."

"Ji Yao——" Qin Yubai sternly scolded, he completely tore up his face to Ji Yao for the first time, and he also pressed down a sentence of Ji Shao, not giving the surname "Ji" any face, but the hand hanging by his side was caught After lightly clenching it, Qin Yubai lowered his head, and when he really saw Yan Shuang holding his hand, his heart was shocked, and he forgot what he said for a while.

Yan Shuang: Brother, don't steal the show.

Seeing this little action, Ji Yao curled his lips into a slight smile, and the expression under the smile became colder and colder.

Yan Shuang looked at him quietly, her slightly dry lips parted, "Do you want me to die?"

"Yan Shuang—"

"Double--"

Qin Yubai immediately clenched his hand, frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Don't talk—" Yan Shuang sternly said, he coughed again as if he couldn't breathe, and he looked straight at Ji Yao, "Say it, do you want to be satisfied after I die? gone?"

Words can kill the heart.

The one Yan Shuang kept cursing was himself, so why should he punish him?

Ji Yao sneered, "Your life and death has nothing to do with me" stuck in his throat, and he still didn't say it for a long time.

He took a deep look at Yan Shuang, with an unattainable arrogance on his stern face, turned around and left the ward.

Yan Shuang knew that Ji Yao must be so upset that he even forgot to close the door.

As Ji Yao walked out, Qi Feiyun, who had been sitting silently on the sofa, also stood up and walked out.

The door remained open.

Sheng Guangming knew very well that he was not the one who should stay in the ward. He turned to look at Yan Shuang, but Yan Shuang was about to lie down again under Qin Yubai's support.

Sheng Guangming felt like a canned cherry.

Canned cherries will not be the protagonist of a cake. Even if they are sometimes placed in the middle, diners will be the first to remove the canned cherry when tasting the cake.

It's extra, not sweet canned cherries.

Yan Shuang lay down, closed his eyes, "Let's all go out."

The originally full ward suddenly became empty and quiet.

Sheng Guangming was sitting on the bench outside the ward, Qin Yubai walked past him, he suddenly said: "Mr. Qin, are you Yan Shuang's lover?"

Qin Yubai's footsteps stopped, he turned his head and gave Sheng Guangming a look.

A look that Sheng Guangming saw in Ji Yao's eyes just now.

They disdain any explanation for him.

In the past twenty years, Sheng Guangming has never felt so small for a moment.

Of course he knows that the so-called fairness in this world is just a rhetoric to whitewash the peace. There has never been equality between people, but he will never be troubled by it, because he is not compared with others. He only sees his own goal and keeps moving forward. Just rush.

Now, he suddenly put himself in a situation where he was compared with those people, even he himself didn't know why, as if it was natural, he was like a young man who just came to the city from the countryside, the people around him didn't say anything, he I also know how inferior I am.

"drink water?"

Sheng Guangming turned his head, and there was a bottle of mineral water in front of him. He fixed his eyes on the person in front of him. Since he appeared, this person had never showed any intention of leaning towards one side, nor was he condescending like those two people. He took the mineral water, After expressing his thanks, he looked a little undisguisedly lonely.

Wei Yichen who handed him water also sat down.

"It's hard work."

Sheng Guangming turned his face away, "What?"

"I like Yan Shuang..." Wei Yichen turned his face away, "It must be hard work."

Sheng Guangming's expression was shocked, and he hastily denied: "You misunderstood..."

He paused, a little inexplicably nervous, his heart was beating wildly, and at the same time he felt an inexplicable panic, "Yan Shuang and I are just friends..." He added: "I don't like men."

The gold-rimmed glasses shone with a metallic luster under the lights in the hospital corridor, Wei Yichen nodded, "Understood."

Sheng Guangming felt that although his tone was calm, it revealed an unspeakable weirdness, so he couldn't help asking: "What do you understand?"

Wei Yichen turned his face away, glanced up and down at Sheng Guangming, with a half-smile, "Mr. Sheng, it's not important."

How can a hunter care what his prey think?

"welcome."

Sheng Guangming finally got an inexplicable "welcome" from this man's mouth, welcome?What is he welcoming him to?

He looked at Wei Yichen, who was standing at the door of the ward, looking intently at the person sleeping on the bed through the glass, his expression was not gentle, but very ordinary, very ordinary, as if he could keep looking at him like this forever.

welcome.

What the hell is he welcoming...