I Can't Be This Protagonist

Ji Yao clearly heard what Yan Shuang said.

Every word came to his ears clearly.

The meaning is somewhat vague.

Ji Yao bluntly turned his face, his eyes shot at the thin and slender figure like a fragile flower branch, the breeze was blowing Yan Shuang's hair, sending the unique fragrance of his body into the tip of his nose.

Light citrus flavor.

It was the beginning of his dream, his love, his downward fall.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Wensong teasingly, and said in a playful tone, "Mr. Ji, you are too surprised, speechless?"

For a moment, Ji Wensong wanted to strangle the sweetly smiling boy in front of him.

However, the other party seemed to be aware of his intentions, his eyes passed over his arm casually, his eyelashes were raised, as if mocking and knowing, the expression on his face seemed to say "Don't be so playful", Ji Wensong You can even guess his tone.

It must have been extremely contemptuous.

He laughed at them, these arrogant superiors, with his invincible heart.

At this time, even Ji Wensong had to admit that he really underestimated him.

Ji Wensong stretched out his hand and gestured forward.

The little bodyguard in the car behind Ji Yao immediately got out of the car, trotted to Ji Wensong's side, and said cautiously, "Sir."

Yan Shuang glanced at the little bodyguard out of the corner of his eye, and smiled at him calmly, without any surprise.

"Take him into the car." Ji Wensong said harshly.

"Yes."

The bodyguards in a circle in front of the car dispersed.

Yan Shuang followed them into the car on the far left.

After he sat down, he said to the people sitting in the front row: "How many of you are undercover agents?"

"just me."

"Oh," Yan Shuang said flatly, "Then I'm lucky."

The people in the front seat didn't think that Yan Shuang was really just trying his luck.

The horror of this person really made him feel terrified when he was with Ji Wensong and his father.

How can you stay sane in such a situation?

How could he act so impeccably that everyone has no doubts about him?

How can he be indifferent to the person who loves him deeply, and push him into the abyss?

He glanced at the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye, but he met the eyes in the rearview mirror.

The person in the mirror was calmly arranging his hair in the mirror. After looking at each other, he even smiled at him gently and nonchalantly.

The little bodyguard turned his face away and focused his eyes on the car window, not daring to look around and think about it.

In front of the car, the two father and son were confronting each other.

"Have children played house tricks enough?" Ji Wensong said indifferently.

Ji Yao lowered his head with no expression on his face.

He tried his best to fight for his own life, and gave up everything he had, but in his father's mouth, it was just "a kid's trick".

What is it in Yan Shuang's eyes?

A few months suddenly turned into a huge river. No matter how I tried to fish it, the water just flowed away in the palm of my hand, and I couldn't think of anything, couldn't grasp anything.

His mind was fuzzy, and there was an arrogance in his chest supporting him, Ji Yao raised his face, and he looked at his father.

His father, who had always been a cold dictator, was looking at him without the cold anger he had expected.

It was rare for him to see..."mercy" in those cold eyes.

It turned out that his father also had such soft emotions.

He is pitying him.

Pity him for his stupidity, arrogance, and disobedience.

"This is a game."

Ji Yao's tone was surprisingly calm after the turbulent waves of emotion passed.

Ji Wensong said lightly: "I said earlier that he played with you like a fool, but you didn't believe me, so you insisted on hitting him headfirst. I'm tired of caring for you, so I just let you go. Anyway, only you know the pain and you can do this kind of thing forever. There will be no future troubles."

They are all smart people, Ji Yao immediately understood what Ji Wensong meant.

He nodded, "No wonder Qin Yubai chased after him, but you didn't make any movement."

Ji Wensong was noncommittal, "I don't want to stand here and talk nonsense with you, so you get in the car too, for the sake of a child, I'm really ashamed to accompany you."

Ji Yao stood where he was, his straight back like a green pine did not bend down, but became straighter and straighter, reminiscent of something cold and sharp like a snow peak, he stepped forward and walked towards the circle surrounded by bodyguards , the bodyguards consciously moved out of the way, Ji Yao walked to the leftmost vehicle, the bodyguards looked at Ji Wensong, Ji Wensong pressed his hand, indicating that it was okay.

Yan Shuang was sitting in the car with his head down, playing with his nails boredly, when the car window was knocked suddenly, he turned his face away, and the little bodyguard in the driver's seat had already rolled down the car window beside him.

Ji Yao was bent over, with a peaceful expression on his face, the distance between them was neither close nor far, a step back could break up, and a further step could also kiss.

"Are they all lying to me?" Ji Yao said lightly.

He may not have noticed it himself, but Yan Shuang felt very keenly that his tone of voice was almost exactly the same as that of Ji Wensong.

No matter how turbulent the mood is, they are just icebergs hidden under the sea. They are the calm and waveless sea, broad and deep.

Yan Shuang lowered his head and continued to play with his nails, "Yes."

"You are not in love with me."

"of course."

"Not crazy."

"good."

So far, the south wall has been smashed and blood is pouring out.

Ji Yao finally asked, "Why?"

Why provoke him?Why do you want to be friends with him?Why make him fall in love with him?

Yan Shuang raised his eyes, squinted them, and smiled, "It's fun."

After the vehicle went down the mountain, Yan Shuang's car and the other cars parted ways. He asked the bodyguard to borrow a mobile phone and dialed it to Ji Wensong.

Ji Wensong answered the phone, "What's the matter?"

"He confiscated my mobile phone," Yan Shuang said, "Can you return it to me?"

"understood."

"And..." Yan Shuang hurriedly said before he hung up, "Mr. Ji, I think I deserve a reward, what do you think?"

Ji Wensong really wanted to put the phone directly in his hand, press the speakerphone, and let the people around him listen to him, and hear what kind of person he fell into.

Ji Yao, who was staring at the front, suddenly said: "I heard it."

Ji Wensong glanced at him.

Ji Yao's face was calm: "It's okay."

Ji Wensong's face became tense, as he expected, he spread his mobile phone on his hand, pressed the speakerphone, "What do you want?"

"I want a promise."

"What promise?"

"Promise that you will spare no effort to help me when necessary."

Ji Wensong looked at Ji Yao, and Ji Yao was also looking at the phone. An unfamiliar number was reflected on the phone, but he knew that it was Yan Shuang's voice on the other end.

...was the voice of the one he loved.

"I promise you."

Yan Shuang got the promise, and smiled with satisfaction, "Thank you, Mr. Ji, it's a pleasant cooperation."

After speaking, he hung up the phone neatly.

Ji Wensong shook the phone, and said something in his heart to Ji Yao, "Sometimes, I wish he was my son."

After going through so many things, Ji Wensong became kind to his son who had always looked down on him, and Ji Yao didn't show any anger at all. His mood seemed to be several years old at once, so old that he was gone. The previous vigor that insisted on his father fighting for the top, "If he were your son, you wouldn't be tyrannical like this today."

Ji Wensong pondered for a moment, then said: "You are right."

The vehicle drove quietly, and Ji Yao watched the scenery outside the car gradually change back to the city. He remembered the day when he and Yan Shuang came here. Yan Shuang looked out the window and said that the weather outside was really nice.

indeed.

The weather is great.

After Ji Yao went back, he fell seriously ill.

Recurrent fever and vomiting.

A full-body examination was done, and there was nothing abnormal.

Ji's family doctor worked 24 hours a day, waiting in front of the young master's hospital bed.

Ji Yao was not always in a coma. He was mostly awake. Sitting on the hospital bed, he explained calmly to his visiting father: "I'm just tired, and my body needs to rest."

"Are you afraid that I will trouble him?" Ji Wensong frowned.

"No," Ji Yao looked at the bouquet of white roses with drops of water beside the hospital bed, "I'm just tired."

Ji Wensong said: "You'd better not continue to die or live. Do you have to force me to look down on you?"

"Father," Ji Yao's side face was white and sharp, he said flatly, "You misunderstood, this is beyond my control." He turned his face away with a cold expression, "Don't worry, I won't be like my mother. "

Ji Wensong was taken into consideration by what he said, so he finally stopped talking.

He really couldn't bear the risk of losing his only son, so he could only hold his emotions in his chest, and looked at the bouquet of white roses with water droplets hanging on them.

The white rose bloomed just right, and a petal was about to fall.

The two father and son were silent, they knew very well in their hearts who was the one who caused all this, and the two of them seemed to play the role of pushing hands in it, but they pushed themselves down, and they could only be speechless for a while.

When they were devastated, Yan Shuang said, "Thank you for the invitation, I'm in Yuncheng, just got off the plane."

There is still some time before the half-semester when he asks for leave. Except for the ending, Yan Shuang has finished everything, so he simply took advantage of this time to start a poor tour in this world.

The world in each book has its own characteristics, and it is worth enjoying. Yan worked and traveled on both sides, and saved a lot of money.

Cloud City was his last stop.

He was recommended by the system tour guide.

"System, mark all the gourmet spots in this place!" Yan Shuanghao said angrily.

System: "Okay, wait a moment."

After Yan Shuang continued to overeat, the system couldn't help saying: "Employee."

Yan Shuang: "What?"

System: "In this world, you are human."

Yan Shuang: "I know, so?"

System: "Friendly reminder: people... will be stretched to death."

Yan Shuang: "..."

System: "Don't forget that you blocked the pain."

Yan Shuang was so moved that he was about to cry, "Thank you, you are indeed my good son, woo woo woo."

System: "..." I really want to violate the system rules and watch the employees die.

After systematic and kind reminders, Yan Shuang reluctantly walked towards the youth hostel with a bag of shaved sugarcane. He slipped on his slippers, stretched out his hand and stroked his hair back casually, "Xiao Ji is really, you can't speak." Forget it, look at my hair, it's annoying."

System: "Employees can cut by themselves."

Yan Shuang: "What are you talking about, I didn't say cut it, I said hairpin, and he said to buy me hairpin!"

system:"……"

It doesn't say that employees can buy it themselves.

The amount of money in the background is so huge that it is difficult for the system to count the figures, which clearly shows what a terrible miser the employee it follows is.

Fortunately, this is just an ordinary world of the overlord.

It will never forget that in the first world, the staff manipulated the undead army to rob the dragon's treasury, and innocently said that the out-of-control spells were caused by those damned undead's own money-obsessed minds.

Maybe.

Anyway, according to the procedure, it has nothing to say.

Yan Shuang wobbled back to the glass door of the hostel. The wind chime at the door jingled. The person standing at the front desk of the hostel turned his face when he heard the sound. Sliding over the frame, he smiled at Yan Shuang, "Good afternoon."