I Can't Be This Protagonist

The corridor was quiet and empty, and the servants were all making preparations to wake up the manor in an orderly manner downstairs, and all the excitement was below.

His toes protruded from the slightly longer trousers, kicking the slippers in front of him one after another, Yan Shuang put his hands behind his back, with a playful smile, "Dare..."

The arm passed over his waist, with crisp and sharp force, Yan Shuang almost rose into the air, his hands frantically waved in the air, encircling Wei Yichen's neck.

Wei Yichen wore a pair of rimless glasses today, and the edge of the lens was shining coldly, leaving a slanting shadow on his face. He didn't express much, and he didn't speak, just holding Yan Shuang steadily and walking towards the corner.

Yan Shuang only panicked for a moment, and then leaned on Wei Yichen's shoulder, calm and gentle, with one hand hooked around Wei Yichen's neck, and the other hand fingering the top button of Wei Yichen's shirt, gently Picking the button out of the hole, he pushed it back with his fingertips.

The fingertips slipped over Wei Yichen's protruding Adam's apple unintentionally.

Wei Yichen didn't stop walking, just following his movements, occasionally glanced down, his eyes shot out from the blue-lighted lenses and fell on Yan Shuang's face.

Is such a well-behaved appearance also an act?

Is it because he is afraid that he will quit the game?

The bait has always been in Yan's hands. Does Yan Shuang's reaction today mean that he also has some capital in this game?

Wei Yichen lightly kicked open the door of Yan Shuang's room.

The room was very tidy, only the bed was messy, the quilt and sheets were piled together, and there were faint traces of two people sleeping together on the sheets.

Yan Shuang panicked and came out to find someone. When Wei Yichen came over, he already guessed that Qin Yubai and Yan Shuang had spent the night last night.

Not surprising.

Isn't it clear what Qin Yubai meant by putting people at home?

Putting the person on the bed steadily and sitting up, Wei Yichen raised his face while half kneeling, his thin lips moved slightly, "You haven't taken a shower yet."

Yan Shuang's arm was still around his neck, hearing this, he slowly withdrew his arm, and both hands fell on the button of Wei Yichen's shirt.

It is much easier to unbutton with two hands.

Holding the skirt with one hand, unbuttoning it with the other.

The fingers that had been interested in playing with the button at first did not re-button it as they did in the hallway.

His fingers slid down the straight skirt and landed on the second button.

"how do you know?"

Yan unbuttoned his shirt with both sides, and said softly.

The second button was also undone.

The outline of the muscles loomed in front of him.

Butler Wei's figure is also quite attractive.

The button slipped away from the fingertips, and the shirt was brought out of place by its owner, and the warm breath approached Yan Shuang's ear, "Smell."

Yan Shuang's fingers were in the air, he tilted his face, and approached Wei Yichen's ear, with a smile on his lips, "What's the smell?"

The sharp lens rotated slightly, and the eyes met.

Both wear glasses.

Like an unintentional camouflage.

The thick eyelashes blink slightly behind the lens, like fluttering strings, playing incomprehensible notes in the silence.

Those eyes were sending a signal to him.

It was the three words that were not finished in the corridor.

dare?

"Om-"

The phone vibrated on the wooden bedside table.

Yan Shuang withdrew his gaze, stepped on the bed and walked to the head of the bed, sat down cross-legged, took out his mobile phone, and checked it as if no one was there.

The tense atmosphere in the room just now dissipated.

The thread was always tied in his hand, and he tightened it when he wanted it tight, and loosened it when he wanted it loose.

"I'm going to school," Yan Shuang put down his phone, and said to Wei Yichen, "I'm going to take a shower, let's go first." He got out of bed, went to the closet to get a change of clothes, and said with his back to Wei Yichen, "Gu Hao Your boss, don't let him make any mistakes." Yan Shuang turned his head and smiled generously at Wei Yichen, who was still half kneeling, with a change of clothes hanging on his elbows, "I'm not tired of him yet."

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Wei Yichen shook his head and chuckled.

He's done it again.

Wei Yichen was half-kneeling, his knees were slightly numb, and he felt an attempt.

Yan Shuang cared about his feelings, and... was trying to tame him.

He does have his own money in this game.

That's... himself.

When Yan Shuang came out of the shower, there was no one in the room.

Not only that, but the four-piece set on the bed has also been replaced with a new one.

Neat and clean, like nothing had happened.

The honest and dull driver took Yan Shuang to school, but within 3 minutes after he got out of the car, another car of the same model stopped in front of him.

Yan Shuang opened the car door calmly.

As soon as he opened the car door, he froze.

Ji Wensong was sitting in the car.

The white hair on the side pierced into the person's eyes.

"Mr. Ji?" Yan Shuang couldn't help asking.

Ji Wensong turned his face away, his handsome face was calm and leisurely, and at the same time, there was a majesty without anger, "Good morning."

"Good morning," Yan Shuang regained his composure, smiled, got into the car, and said as he closed the door, "I didn't expect you to come pick me up in person."

"I have something to deal with temporarily, and it's not convenient to meet formally, so let's talk in the car."

When Ji Wensong spoke, he was gentle and elegant, with a restrained old-fashioned gentleman's demeanor, but at the same time, his restrained arrogance made people feel that his every word seemed to be a kind of oppression.

He didn't wear a kimono today, but an extremely well-tailored suit, which looked very formal, with a section of starched white sleeves exposed from the cuffs, and dark blue gemstone cufflinks flashed across his wrists. Under the refraction of light and shadow, it looks a bit black.

"Mr. Ji, what can I do for you?"

Ji Wensong took a folder from his side and handed it to Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang opened it and looked at it, thinking that Ji Wensong's subordinates were still not as capable as Wei Yichen in terms of professionalism, and this photo was taken really mediocre.

In the photo, Ji Yao has a cold face, leaning on a racing car, looking down at his wrist, wearing a pair of black and white racing gloves.

I didn't come to school for several days, so I went racing.

"I haven't had an illness for several years," Ji Wensong said with a smile, "You've hooked up his addiction to death again."

There seemed to be a sense of reproach in the words, but the tone was extremely relaxed, with a hint of ridicule.

Yan Shuang was not sure what Ji Wensong's attitude was, so he lowered his eyebrows and remained silent.

"Bring him back."

Ji Wensong's tone suddenly became cold again.

Yan Shuang couldn't help thinking about how Ji Wensong would punish Ji Yao after he came back.

The oppressive feeling brought by the unfinished imagination is all provided by Ji Wensong.

Ji Wensong was taking the opportunity to beat him.

Yan Shuang understood, "Okay."

Ji Wensong looked him up and down, stretched out his hand and stroked the top of Yan Shuang's head, "If he was half as good as you, I wouldn't suffer like this."

Yan Shuang smiled and said nothing, for non-dramatic characters, he has always been stingy and devoted special effort.

Although he only met Ji Wensong once, Yan Shuang had a rough idea of ​​this person's temper.

Strong to the point of an almost perverted desire to control.

Follow him without irritating him or arousing his particular interest.

"There are several classes today, take it seriously and listen carefully," Ji Wensong cared for him like an elder. "Reading is very important, especially for a smart child like you."

"Thank you Mr. Ji for your concern."

Ji Wensong withdrew his hand, feeling very strange at the submissive boy in front of him.

He neither fears nor respects him, but is still so obedient and docile, as if... Afraid of getting into trouble?

"How long do you plan to hang out with that kid from the Qin family?"

"When the weather is cold, they should be separated."

"Oh, it's also good, let him hang out for a while, lest he think he is so attractive and his tail is raised too high."

Yan Shuang didn't speak, thinking that he didn't intend to let Xiao Ji take the second place.

Wei Butler has only seven days of plot points in total, and it would be great if he filled up the emotional line and rushed to finish it.

"You don't like talking?"

Ji Wensong said that he had something to do, but suddenly put on the posture of wanting to chat with Yan Shuang with great interest.

Yan Shuang hurriedly responded, "I just don't know what to say in front of you."

"Oh?" Ji Wensong smiled again, "I understand, I am too old, there is a generation gap between you and me."

"That was not what I meant……"

"It's okay," Ji Wensong interrupted him, and patted his shoulder again, "Go down."

Yan Shuang quickly got out of the car with the folder.

He got out of the car very fast, it can't be called escape, and he didn't miss it, his back hurriedly disappeared from Ji Wensong's sight very quickly.

Ji Wensong smiled slightly.

Knowing how to cope and perfunctory is also a rare talent.

He is more accurate than any junior in his family.

What a pity it wasn't his child.

Ji Wensong looked away and said to the driver, "Let's go."

Knowing where Ji Yao was, Yan Shuang felt relieved and went to class, and went to Ji Yao after the class was over.

In the Qin mansion, Qin Yubai has already woken up. He has actually been unwell for a few days, but he is too busy with work and has no time to get sick. so serious.

"Ahem——" Qin Yubai was helped up by the servant and sat down, "Then...where is Yan Shuang?"

Wei Yichen put down the porridge and hot soup, "He's gone to class."

"Class," Qin Yubai sneered, "it's a lot of business."

If there was a seemingly invisible piano sound, Qin Yubai's eyes moved slightly, and the expression on his face softened, "Qin Qing is awake?"

"Yes."

Qin Yubai didn't ask any more questions.

Qin Qing does nothing more than play the piano and draw pictures every day.

He is the simplest of people.

Because it is too pure, it is incompatible with the world around it and refuses to communicate with others.

Qin Yubai stirred the porridge twice, suddenly became impatient, put down the spoon, and said to Wei Yichen, "Bring him back, what class is he going to, I'm sick, does he still have the mind to go to class?"

Wei Yichen was silent for a while, and said, "What if he refuses to come back?"

Qin Yubai wanted to say "He dares!", but on second thought, Yan Shuang must have really dared to hit him in bed last night, if he hadn't subdued him, maybe he would have been ill when he woke up this morning It hurts.

The high fever brought not only hot and uncomfortable body, but also throbbing pain on the forehead.

The pain accumulated in the body from years of overwork seemed to explode through this fever.

Qin Yubai closed his eyes, frowned and lay down, "Then let him come back immediately after class."

It's really a wonderful visual experience.

Wei Yichen looked at Qin Yubai's compromise, as if he saw himself.

They are all being domesticated.

He is sober and enjoys it, enjoying this dangerous alienation, and testing where the safe boundary is.

Qin Yubai was confused, and he was more deeply involved than him.

Perhaps, even Qin Yubai himself didn't realize it. He only asked his precious brother one thing in the morning, and all the inquiries after that were around Yan Shuang.

What will they look like in the future, and who will finally domesticate whom?

What an interesting question.

Wei Yichen curled up the corners of his lips, "Okay."