I Can't Be This Protagonist

"There are very few young people who can get up so early now."

Ji Wensong sat down on the tatami, and said to the cautious Yan Shuang, "Sit."

Yan Shuang responded and knelt down.

Ji Wensong: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll let the kitchen make it for you."

"That..." Yan Shuang lowered his head and whispered, "I still have to go to work, so just tell me what you have to say..." He raised his head timidly, "I haven't asked you yet?"

Stretching out his arm from the big brown sleeve, Ji Wensong picked up the tea bowl in front of him, and glanced at Yan Shuang with a half-smile, "Don't you know who I am?"

Yan Shuang's heart shuddered.

As an old employee who wears a bookstore, he always keeps in mind the safety rules, one of which is never to treat the aborigines in the book with a self-righteous and omniscient attitude.

This is a cruel man.

Yan Shuang quickly made a judgment.

In front of this kind of person, it is best not to play any tricks and try to challenge his majesty in front of him. It will be wrong to say anything or nothing.

Yan Shuang simply chose to remain silent.

Seeing that Yan Shuang stopped talking, Ji Wensong smiled and said, "Chinese breakfast, is that okay?"

"Yes," Yan Shuang said no more, "Thank you."

Ji Wensong clapped his hands, and immediately a servant came over, and after listening to Ji Wensong's order, he retreated silently.

In the following time, Ji Wensong didn't say a word, he just sipped tea quietly, his eyes fell on Yan Shuang, sometimes it was hair, sometimes it was ears, sometimes it was Yan Shuang's clenched fists hanging by his side.

There was no hint of intimacy in his eyes, like the executioner's trial before execution.

He stripped a person naked with his eyes, definitely not to possess him, but to execute that person.

The breakfast came quickly, and it really was a Chinese breakfast. It was surprisingly simple, just the simplest buns and soy milk.

"I'm old and don't like to eat too greasy things."

"I don't know if it suits the taste of your young people."

Yan Shuang took a bite out of a steamed stuffed bun. It was vegetarian and delicious. Both the skin and the filling were impeccable. It was astonishingly delicious without being too burdensome. .

good to eat!

Yan Shuang decided to give Ji Wensong a score of [-]:[-] first.

If Ji Wensong waits for a better attitude, the score can be increased further.

The soy milk is also delicious, probably due to the excellent raw materials. It is mellow but not bitter, and has a pure sweet bean fragrance.

This meal of whoring for nothing made Yan Shuang refreshed.

Ji Wensong finished breakfast with Yan Shuang very peacefully, and took care of him, "If you don't have enough, you can ask for more."

Yan Shuang quickly said, "I'm full."

Ji Wensong nodded.

This time he didn't need to clap his hands, a servant had already come in to collect the food in due time.

Ji Wensong ordered again: "Bring the things."

"Ok."

Yan Shuang thought to himself: dinner is coming.

Soon two beautiful maids came in, holding a wooden tray in their hands, and the tray was covered with a layer of black cloth, making it difficult to see the contents inside.

Yan Shuang looked at it out of the corner of his eye, thinking that the blood of devils is so particular, the checks should be put on a tray.

In his opinion, it was nothing more than Ji Wensong throwing a check and telling him to stay away from Ji Yuan.

He understands the storylines in the old goofy stories.

When the time comes, he will just take the check and confess.

Ji Wensong wiped his hands with the hot handkerchief brought up by his servant, and said to Yan Shuang, "Open it and have a look."

One of the maids knelt down and raised the tray in front of Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang lifted the black cloth in silence, and his pupils shrank slightly when he saw what was inside.

A bright red skirt——the one he discarded after he went to an Internet cafe to discredit Ji Yao in women's clothing.

Ji Wensong handed the handkerchief to the maid, and commented with a smile: "The style is too old, the material is too bad, and the tailoring is not good."

"It doesn't suit you."

After his words fell, another beautiful maid also knelt down and lifted the tray in her hand.

Yan Shuang was only surprised for a moment, then calmed down, and reached out to lift the black cloth on another tray.

Inside is another well-folded red dress, just looking at it like this, it is also radiant and beautiful, and it looks like a high-end product.

It was very different from the one he bought casually for 20 yuan.

"Mr. Ji," Yan Shuang put away his weak appearance and said calmly, "What do you want?"

Ji Wensong waved his hand, and the two maids gently placed the wooden tray beside Yan's feet, quickly backed out, and closed the door.

The room was very quiet.

Yan Shuang didn't expect that he would overturn at Ji Wensong's place.

In the original book, when Ji Yao and Yan Shuang were engaged in sadomasochistic love, Ji Wensong did not object, it was like watching a play all the time, why did he suddenly come out to grab his sore feet out of nowhere today?

Did Ji Yao know that the forum was created by him?

If Ji Yao knew, how could he fool him?

Ji Wensong called him over to expose this matter, was he trying to teach him a lesson?

Yan Shuang's brain was spinning rapidly, but his expression remained calm.

"Don't you want to try?"

The soft voice interrupted Yan Shuang's thinking.

Ji Wensong said slowly.

Yan Shuang was stunned for a moment, then knelt and sat motionless, with a gentle posture, "Ji..."

"Try it," Ji Wensong interrupted, his tone was gentle, but it was accompanied by an indescribable sense of oppression that could not be refused, "It is custom-made according to your size."

The room was extremely quiet, with a few crisp birdsong faintly coming from the window, a little food aroma remained in the air, the tea was already cold, and there was a smell of residual tea.

Yan Shuang slowly stretched his hands hanging by his side, raised his face, and smiled slightly at Ji Wensong, "Then I will be disrespectful."

Isn't it just women's clothing, he has worn maid clothing, this kind of skirt is a piece of cake.

Ji Wensong held the tea bowl in his spare time. He didn't drink, but just played with the cup in his hand. His gaze remained the same, staring at Yan Shuang as if judging.

When Yan Shuang took off his clothes, his movements were very crisp.

His slender arms held both sides of the T-shirt, and he peeled off the T-shirt roughly. There was no shyness on his face, as if for him, there was no psychological pressure to undress in front of strangers he met for the first time.

Compared with normal standards, he looks a little thinner, because he has been exhausted by various part-time jobs that sell his physical strength all year round, his body is covered with a thin layer of muscles, and he has a fresh and healthy youthful atmosphere.

His indifferent and old-fashioned attitude is completely inconsistent with his immature appearance.

Ji Wensong's eyes flashed, revealing a faint smile.

Picking up the luxurious long dress with his fingers, Yan Shuang's hands stopped again.

Ji Wensong also prepared a "surprise" for him.

There is also a gadget hidden under the bright red dress.

It was also pure red, with a dull luster on the silk belt, pierced with two thin pieces of lace.

Yan's eyes turned to Ji Wensong.

Ji Wensong had a gentle smile on his face, "A lady should wear a suit."

The tip of the tongue twirled slightly in the mouth.

old man.

Very good at playing.

Think he would be ashamed?

Really underestimated him.

Yan Shuang's face was indifferent, and he picked up the thin piece of cloth without any shyness.

The long legs passed through the thin silk ribbon, and the fingers casually tied the satin ribbon in two knots.

The young man has slender bones, fair skin, and red suits him better than he imagined.

The purest red, blending with the youth, is like a thick and colorful oil painting.

Shaking the long skirt, it was still a long skirt with suspenders. Yan Shuang put the skirt on from top to bottom without any image, stretched out her arms from the thin suspenders, and turned her back to reach the zipper below.

All movements he avoids to be graceful or seductive.

Ji Wensong is not his target for plot development, he doesn't want to create extra complications.

Halfway through the zipper, he couldn't pull it up. He struggled several times but failed, and Ji Wensong kept silent, so he could only turn his head and look at Ji Wensong who was watching the play behind him, "Mr. Ji, the zipper can't be pulled up."

Sitting behind him, Ji Wensong could see a back that was as white as snow, with a straight bone in the middle, which looked fragile and flexible. His two arms were twisted twisted to reach the zipper behind him, pulling them like flapping wings. butterfly bone.

The red dress and snow skin are too beautiful to behold.

Ji Wensong said warmly: "Come here."

Yan Shuang walked around behind the table without changing his expression, and knelt down with his back to Ji Wensong.

"You like oranges?"

"I like all kinds of fruit."

"You smell like oranges."

The zipper slowly climbed up along the back, itching.

"It smells like shower gel."

"Oh?"

Ji Wensong let go of his hands, with a loving tone, as if speaking to his beloved daughter, "Turn around and let me have a look."

Yan Shuang turned around.

The boy's curves from his neck to his collarbone were extremely graceful, and the thin suspenders hung on his thin shoulders, giving him an indistinguishable and fragile beauty.

The designer made a deep V on the front cut, almost opening the line all the way to the bottom.

Because their master said that this red dress is for boys, so it can be a little bolder.

The effect is really good, the outline of the skeleton is faintly revealed under the fair skin, a natural style without knowing it.

"Turn around."

Yan Shuang stood up and slowly turned around like an obedient doll.

The skirt had a slanted hem, and when it was turned, water-like ripples formed a blood-like flower around Yan Shuang's straight and fair calf.

Ji Wensong praised: "It fits very well."

Yan Shuang remained silent.

"I thought that kid was useless, but I didn't expect to be so picky."

Ji Wensong said: "You are smart, beautiful, and scheming. If you were a girl, I would very much hope that you would give him a child."

Yan Shuang listened quietly, waiting for the next sentence.

"Too bad you're a boy..."

Yan Shuang thought to himself, it's finally here, come on, forcefully, and slam the check in his face.

"I can only teach him a lesson."

The tips of Yan's ears moved, and the corners of his round eyes twitched up, like a cat, alert and agile.

"This kid is always self-righteous, thinking that he is the smartest and most remarkable person in the world," Ji Wensong said softly, "help me teach him a lesson, okay?"

Yan's eyes flickered, "I don't understand what you mean."

"You understand." Ji Wensong put down the tea bowl, he stood up, and walked to Yan Shuang's side, the invisible sense of oppression came over his face.

Ji Wensong stretched out his hand and patted the top of Yan Shuang's head, and the large sleeves of the sauce-colored kimono gently brushed Yan Shuang's cheek.

Such an attitude made Yan Shuang feel like his pet.

"You're so smart..." Dry and warm palms slowly slid from the top of his head to his cheeks, and he lifted Yan Shuang's chin with his palms. Looking at Ji Wensong's unpredictable eyes, "...and so obedient."

The beautiful maid sent Yan Shuang out, handed Yan Shuang three bags, and at the same time gave Yan Shuang an envelope.

"Sir said he was very sorry to have delayed you for so long, and this is a little gift for you," the maid bowed sweetly to him, "You are welcome to visit again next time."

Yan Shuang got into the car and opened the envelope first.

Ji Wensong did not disappoint him, and included a check.

No more, no less 100 million.

Yan Shuang collected the check and opened the three bags to check.

There are three clothes in each of the three bags.

A cheap long dress he bought, a red dress custom-made for him by Ji Wensong, and... Ji Yao's white shirt that he secretly sold after being splashed with wine.