I Can't Be This Protagonist

"Honey, I miss you so much!"

As soon as he entered the room, Yan Shuang slapped his upper body, put his arms around Qi Feiyun's thin waist, and gnawed at his face.

Qi Feiyun was pushed back steadily by him and fell directly on the sofa.

Yan Shuang swiftly threw down his schoolbag, and began to take off the padded jacket, which had a vest inside, a sweater inside the vest, and a sweater inside the sweater. While wearing thermal underwear, Qi Feiyun pushed it down in reverse.

"Come on, Teacher Qi," Yan Shuang put on a heroic big character, "ravish me hard."

His belly was scratched through the thermal underwear, Yan Shuang lowered his head, "?"

"Are you wearing long johns?" Qi Feiyun asked with great interest.

Yan Shuang: "...It's worn."

How can you not wear long johns on such a cold day? !He's just an ordinary boss, and he's not their anti-human scumbags. In winter, there is no third piece of clothing in the closet except for coats and shirts.

Qi Feiyun smiled, and the smile started to ripple from the smoky eyes, and spread all over his face, like a sudden spring.

Yan Shuang couldn't laugh.

Wouldn't Qi Feiyun shy away from him just because he was wearing long johns? !

No!

He has held on for so long, just waiting for this day to severely brush up his plot points.

Yan Shuang put his arms around Qi Feiyun's neck, and if he didn't eat the toast, he could only feed him a fine wine, "Qi Feiyun, take off your pants if you are sensible, and don't kill me if you hand in your gun, otherwise..." Yan Shuang glanced down coldly, "You know."

"don't know."

"What's wrong with long johns? Long johns can also be very sexy, you wait for me to use scissors to cut in the middle, make a sexy long johns, I guarantee you will have a special feeling after watching it..."

Yan Shuang's mouth was blocked.

Qi Feiyun's breath trembled along the kiss.

"Stop it," Qi Feiyun said with a smile, "Besides, I really don't feel it."

Yan Shuang: "..." Gan, who picked up the long johns first?

The two had a big fight on the sofa, Yan Shuang sweated a lot, and his whole body was hanging on Qi Feiyun's body rosy white, Qi Feiyun's arms firmly supported him back to the bedroom.

Yan Shuang held his lips, reluctantly said: "Now there are no long johns, you are not allowed to rest, and you are not allowed to make excuses to say that you are wilting..." He paused, and looked at Qi Feiyun meaningfully, "Mr. Qi, you lied to me. Me, you obviously have a feeling for long johns."

As soon as he lifted the long johns, the man was in an instant state again.

"How about I pick it up and put it on?"

"Snapped--"

beaten up...

Yan Shuang: Great, today's KPI is back again!

The tidy big bed in the bedroom has turned back into a bad state where sheets are not sheets and quilts are not quilts.

Yan Shuang curled up in Qi Feiyun's arms, stroking the scar on his abdomen, "Mr. Qi, does it still hurt?"

Qi Feiyun didn't hide it, "I'm too busy recently, there will be hidden pain."

Yan Shuang was very satisfied.

Qi Feiyun's injury was just enough to meet their conditions for extreme sports.

I hope that the rest of Xiaoji and Sheng Guangming can also cooperate like this.

"Who are you thinking about?"

Qi Feiyun asked abruptly.

Yan Shuang was in a trance, when he heard Qi Feiyun's question, he turned around, blinked his dark eyes, and he didn't hide it, "Sheng Guangming and Ji Yao."

Her eyes are clear and her face is calm.

He should be calm, in his relationship with him, he can be in a daze, be distracted, or think about another man.

Qi Feiyun rubbed his soft hair, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "He's right next door, why just think about it."

Yan Shuang let him kiss with his face up, and said briskly, "But now you are by my side."

The two red lips are moist and soft, and a kiss is fascinating.

Yan Shuang put his arm around Qi Feiyun's shoulder, and kissed him ecstatically. During the exchange of breaths, the bridge of his nose rubbed against each other, and the embrace gradually became tighter and tighter, and the room that had cooled down heated up again.

Qi Feiyun didn't expect to spend her days off in bed all the time.

Too indulgent, too unrestrained, and too crazy.

However, Yan Shuang has that kind of magical power, pulling him down, but it seems to be flying with him.

Until the sky was getting dark and the floor-to-ceiling windows were stained with night, Yan Shuang crossed his legs and ate fried steak on his stomach. The person who said eating on the bed would dirty the bed spread a tablecloth for him, took a knife and fork, and poured a glass. Red wine is for him.

Qi Feiyun was sitting on a bench at one side, looking down at a book, while the sound of knives and forks and soft humming came from his ears.

The room was filled with aromas—of food, and of people.

Qi Feiyun is very happy because of the moment he has at this moment.

Perhaps this happiness will come to an end soon, but if people can not be greedy, but just enjoy the present moment with peace of mind, then that is the most peaceful happiness.

Some people are happy, others are lost.

Sheng Guangming knew that Yan Shuang was always thinking about Qi Feiyun, and Yan Shuang would talk about Qi Feiyun several times a day, complaining that he was too busy with work, and sometimes he almost said "but you have me".

He couldn't speak.

Whether it is Ji Yao who Yan Shuang likes, or Qi Feiyun who makes Yan Shuang obsessed with the body, he is completely different from them.

Sheng Guangming stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and wiped the fog off the mirror with his arm.

As a straight man who doesn't care much about his appearance, this is the first time Sheng Guangming scrutinized his appearance so carefully and critically in so many years.

The more you look at it, the more unpleasant it becomes.

Water drops slowly slipped from his shoulders, and Sheng Guangming suddenly remembered what the boxing federation chairman who harassed him said that someone would want to lick the sweat on his chest...Damn it, who would want to lick a smelly and hard man's chest?

The newly dyed red hair was an eyesore no matter what you looked at, and it was combed back out of sight and out of mind, and Sheng Guangming was making tonight's cake with a gloomy face.

He wasn't sure if Yan Shuang would come to eat, but since he promised to make it for Yan Shuang every day, he would do it when it came to it.

"Anyone can change, but you can't."

Recalling that sentence, Sheng Guangming felt his chest gradually filled with strength again.

He won't change.

When the cake was ready, Sheng Guangming's phone rang, which was exactly what he had been waiting for these days.

"Hey, Brother Sheng, the matter you asked me to investigate is really complicated. We'd better talk face to face."

Sheng Guangming's heart tightened, "Okay, just tell me, I'll come to you."

Sheng Guangming rode on the motorcycle lent to him by his manager, shuttled rapidly through the traffic in the evening rush hour, and arrived at the place in no time.

A fly restaurant that eats skewers, the person introduced by the manager waved to him, "Have you eaten?"

Sheng Guangming took off his helmet, "Eat."

"Eat some more," the man looked shaggy, with a messy beard, and he took a bunch of shiitake mushrooms in one bite, and was sucked in by the spiciness. "This story is interesting only if you listen to it while eating."

Sheng Guangming didn't have that kind of thought at all, he pulled a plastic stool and sat down, frowned and said, "I don't have an appetite, just say it straight."

When that person was introduced, he knew that Sheng Guangming was a retired boxer, and he didn't dare to make jokes anymore, so he said seriously: "The Qin family has adopted a child, but it's not the person you mentioned. The child adopted by their family is now It's called Qin Qing, this Qin Qing's Qin family is well hidden, you don't know the previous information, it's really hard to find out."

"Rich people are really particular about it. It's not shameful for you to adopt a child. You have to hide it so deeply. Fortunately, buddy, I have some contacts. I found out for you. Qin Qing was adopted from Caiyun Orphanage."

Sheng Guangming frowned, "So Yan Shuang is not an adopted child of the Qin family?"

"Of course it's not—"

The man took a sip of beer, waved his hand and said, "Brother Sheng, don't interrupt, this story is really too complicated, just listen to me slowly."

When Sheng Guangming heard him say "complex", his mood became complicated.

He was suddenly a little scared, afraid that the Yan Shuang he found out was a more miserable existence than he had imagined.

"The Yan Shuang you asked me to investigate, he came from the Xingxing Welfare Institute, his life is not as good as that named Qin Qing, and he was adopted by a bad gambler named Yan Guofu..."

Sheng Guangming's eyebrows jumped suddenly.

A picture flashed through my mind.

When Yan Shuang heard that the son of the owner of the old cake shop ran away with gambling debts, he held half a cake with a downcast expression.

"Those who have been involved in gambling are no different from those who have been involved in drugs. They are both bottomless pits that drag people to death. After this bastard dragged his wife to death, he didn't let his adopted son go."

"I owed a large amount of gambling debts, so I sold my adopted son directly."

"It was sold to the Qin family—by the way, this is top-secret news, it's not a matter of money or not. Brother Sheng, don't poke too much, the Qin family is not easy to mess with."

Sheng Guangming's eyes were straightened, and the hand holding the helmet quietly tightened, and he said calmly, "Yes."

"You asked me to check on the adopted son of the Qin family and Yan Shuang. Of course, it was obvious that these two were not the same person. But when I checked at the beginning, I checked them together. I checked and checked, and found something very strange. thing."

"What's strange?" Sheng Guangming turned his face and looked at him sharply.

The man paused, and said, "Yan Shuang was originally from the Caiyun Welfare Institute."

Sheng Guangming was taken aback.

"Caiyun Welfare Home is a small local welfare home. After restructuring, this welfare home disappeared, and all the children in it went to other welfare homes. Qin Qing was adopted by the Qin family a year before the restructuring. Yan Shuang was assigned to the Star Welfare Institute."

"It's not a big deal at first, it's nothing unusual to be in the same orphanage."

"But the strange thing is that Yan Shuang's files are different in the two orphanages."

The man took out his mobile phone and handed it directly to Sheng Guangming.

The file on the photo has turned yellow, and it is still a little dirty. It is clearly written that Yan Shuang was born on April 4, but in another file, it is January 3 as Yan Shuang said last time.

Sheng Guangming still remembered that Yan Shuang said that it was the day he entered the orphanage, not his birthday, and he himself didn't know when his birthday was.

"Strange, isn't it?"

Sheng Guangming's brain was a little out of order, and his instinct told him that there might be a huge secret hidden in it, but he still couldn't figure out what it was.

Seeing his dull expression, the man patted the table and said excitedly, "Let me tell you, there are even stranger things!"

Sheng Guangming came back to his senses and motioned him to continue with his eyes.

"The adopted son of the Qin family, Qin Qing—fuck, I have to take it easy, listen carefully, this lucky one was also born on April 4rd!"

Sheng Guangming's heart beat fast, his dry lips moved, and he said, "What does this mean? There are many people with the same birthday..."

"I don't know," said the man, "but don't you think there are too many coincidences?"

"In the same orphanage, with the same birthday, there is a gap in age. The two children are three years apart... When you asked me to check, I still thought that the adopted son of the Qin family and Yan Shuang couldn't get along. This identity, I didn’t expect that the more you check, the more coincidences, I tell you that there are not so many coincidences in this world, there must be something here.”

"What's the matter?" Sheng Guangming asked subconsciously.

The man still said: "I don't know."

He waved his hand in advance, and said: "But don't let me look down any further. If you look down any further, it should be shocking. The Qin family is not peaceful recently."

The night wind blew the strands of red hair protruding from the helmet. Sheng Guangming rode a motorcycle and galloped in the night. He solved part of his doubts but felt deeper doubts.

Yan Shuang is really full of mysteries...

Sheng Guangming returned to the apartment and went upstairs with his helmet in his arms. In the elevator, he was still thinking about the two messages of Caiyun Welfare Institute and his birth on April 4.

He asked that person if he had any photos of Qin Qing to look at.

The man took a sip of beer and shook his head, "The young master of the Qin family is too mysterious, not to mention the recent photos, even his files in the orphanage have been wiped clean, if he hadn't opened a broken The gallery holds birthday charity auctions every year, and I can't even find out the news that he was born on April 4."

The elevator door opened, Sheng Guangming moved his feet, but his mind seemed to be left in that fly house by the side of the road.

Qin Qing...

Yan Shuang...

Is there some kind of connection between these two people?

"Qin Qing and Yan Shuang?"

The person who had just talked about the top secret in the fly restaurant now respectfully confessed everything he had said to Sheng Guangming in front of another person.

"Yes, after he asked me to check it, I found out that something was wrong."

Born in the same orphanage, with a similar appearance... In Qin Qing's file, he remembered it clearly - he didn't have any siblings.

interesting.

Unfinished low-quality cigarettes fell into the stinky gutter in the alley.

"Thank you for your hard work, what you saw about me today..."

"Don't worry, I will never tell the third person." That person patted his chest fiercely, "If it weren't for you, I would still be squatting inside and taking the blame for that bastard. I know who is more important and who is more important. "

"Thank you."

The black figure nodded slightly to him, stepped on the dirt with clean leather shoes, turned and walked out of the dark alley.

"Mr. Wei, go slowly."