I Can't Be This Protagonist

"Please sign here."

The crystal chandeliers in the lobby refracted the dazzling light one by one, dazzling the aristocrat who was signing the signature.

Ji Yao signed with one hand, and held Yan Shuang's arm with the other to prevent him from escaping.

Yan Shuang lowered his head, boredly watching the plot lines and emotional lines of the scumbags in the background.

Except for Sheng Guangming who was empty, the movements of the other four were probably within his plan.

The three of them are advancing at the same time, Qi Feiyun is the last.

For a cold person like Ji Yao, once the 10% restraint is lifted, the emotional line will soar to the first place, 25%.

In fact, Ji Yao is really a very pure person. He has a rigid definition of people, and he doesn't explain step by step. He has identified what kind of person you are, and will immediately put you in the corresponding position.

Still, don't take it lightly.

Just like climbing a mountain, the progress of the emotional line is getting harder and harder as you go to the back.

"The check-in procedures have been completed here, please come here, both of you."

Ji Yao nodded, and pulled Yan Shuang inside.

Yan Shuang stopped on the spot, and fought against Ji Yao's strength.

Ji Yao didn't turn his head back, and with a little effort, he pulled the man to his side, grabbed his arm with one hand, and pressed the other hand on Yan Shuang's back, almost pushing him forward.

"No way," Yan Shuang begged, grabbing Ji Yao's sleeve, "I have to go back."

Ji Yao turned a deaf ear and pushed Yan Shuang forward forcefully.

Yan Shuang staggered for a moment, then simply squatted down.

Ji Yao's long arm was pulled away, and he lowered his face to look at Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang frowned tightly, looking nervous and scared, and kept shaking his head at Ji Yao.

The check-in housekeeper who led the way had already stopped.

There were not many people in the hotel lobby, and there were a few scattered people, all of whom were dressed in luxurious clothes, looking at the two people who were tugging at each other with vague and restrained eyes.

Being stared at by other people like this, most people would already feel embarrassed, but Ji Yao still looked as usual, "Don't play tricks."

Yan Shuang almost didn't laugh out loud.

Our little Ji still has a bit of a dry sense of humor.

"I want to go back."

Yan Shuang's voice was low, as pitiful as a small animal.

"No—" Ji Yao's words stopped abruptly, and his gaze was directed at the door.

A group of bodyguards dressed in black rushed into the hotel, led by Qin Yubai's best housekeeper.

Yan Shuang also heard footsteps, and when she turned her head, she immediately let out a "wow" in her heart.

Oh, a lot of people.

Wei Yichen had probably been looking for him for a day, his originally neat and straight coat was slightly wrinkled, his face looked the same as usual, but his footsteps were a little faster than usual, and even the bodyguards behind him all looked gloomy and menacing.

"Ji Shao."

After Wei Yichen stood still, he greeted Ji Yao respectfully.

Yan Shuang heard that his voice was a little hoarse, thinking that he had disappeared for a whole day, and Housekeeper Wei probably had a hard time looking for him.

The black-clothed bodyguards surrounded the two of them in layers, forming a circle.

As if he didn't see these people, Ji Yao lowered his head and continued talking to Yan Shuang, "Get up, go to sleep."

Yan Shuang struggled with his arms, but was pulled back forcefully by Ji Yao.

Wei Yichen was not angry when he was ignored. He turned to Yan Shuang and asked, "Mr. Yan, sir is waiting for you at home."

"I'll go back right away." Yan Shuang answered in a hurry, his eyes flicked past him in fear, as if he had been greatly frightened, Ji Yao frowned at his panicked look.

Wei Yichen looked at Ji Yao again, "Young Master Ji, it's getting late, so don't bother me."

He leaned over to support Yan Shuang, Yan Shuang obediently handed him the other hand, and Wei Yichen held Yan Shuang's arm calmly.

Ji Yao just watched, neither stopping nor letting go.

Wei Yichen supported Yan Shuang, and said very gently: "Ji Shao, if you are like this, Mr. Yan will be the one who makes things difficult in the end."

Ji Yao looked at Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang had already lowered his head, deeply hiding his face, avoiding Ji Yao's gaze.

He has reasons.

Indeed, even if he forcibly keeps Yan Shuang tonight, Yan Shuang will still return to Qin Yubai's side afterwards, and perhaps Qin Yubai will treat him even more harshly because of what happened tonight.

Ji Yao knew how people like Qin Yubai would treat a plaything like Yan Shuang.

Because his father was that kind of person.

Ji Yao let go of his hand, and the arm that was tightly held by him immediately fell down feebly.

Wei Yichen supported Yan Shuang and turned to leave.

"Don't hurt him."

Ji Yao's cold voice came.

Wei Yichen stopped, and glanced at Yan Shuang beside him from the corner of his eye.

Yan Shuang lowered his head, his hair covered most of his face, only the corners of his slightly raised lips were exposed.

He was secretly laughing, because of the rare tenderness of this cold nobleman, he was not moved, and even had a hint of sarcasm, as if mocking how easy this nobleman was as he said.

"No," Wei Yichen continued flatly, "No one can hurt him."

A group of people left the hotel in a mighty manner, Wei Yichen stuffed Yan Shuang into his own car, and told the bodyguards to get in the car behind.

This behavior is actually a bit abrupt.

The correct way to deal with it is to keep at least two bodyguards in the car, so as to avoid suspicion.

Because Qin Yubai had tried him once, he should pay attention.

When the car door was closed, Yan Shuang couldn't sit still, and Wei Yichen hugged his waist violently.

The space in the car was narrow, and the noses of the two collided, and even their glasses were almost about to fight.

Through the thin lenses, Yan Shuang looked into a pair of eyes hiding anger.

He smiled softly, "Are you angry?"

Wei Yichen was indeed angry.

Of course he liked Yan Shuang's tricks.

The premise is that those tricks will add interest to his life - not trouble.

At this moment, Yan Shuang is still causing "trouble" for him.

Soft palms stroked his chin, and the cool temperature seemed to comfort him.

Two plump red lips curled up, and she sighed, "You've grown a beard."

Throughout the whole day, Wei Yichen was extremely anxious. He saw Qin Yubai's loss of control, so he couldn't bear his own loss of control.

Today's situation has exceeded the limit he set for himself.

It's time to stop.

With his eyes fixed on the two red lips that were born in the shape of begging kisses, Wei Yichen loosened his grip on Yan Shuang with great willpower. He turned his face, breathed steadily, and spoke calmly, and said in a businesslike way: " Mr. Yan, please fasten your seat belt."

Yan Shuang's palm was still hanging in the air. He heard that he tossed it in the air, retracted his hand, fastened his seat belt, propped his face with one hand, and looked at Wei Yichen with a smile.

There was silence in the car, and several other cars followed behind.

Wei Yichen drove very fast, and rushed back to Qin's residence without speeding.

Yan Shuang has been watching him quietly, leaning his head against the edge of the car window, with a gentle smile on his face and eyes.

Wei Yichen stopped the car steadily, got out of the car without stopping for a second, went around and opened the door for Yan Shuang.

He was a perfect butler if he wanted to.

"Mr. Yan, please get out of the car."

Yan Shuang was sitting in the car, and when he heard the sound of cars stopping one after another behind him, Wei Yichen bent over, obviously trying to avoid him.

Yan Shuang stuck his head out of the car door, and Wei Yichen reached out to protect the top of his head.

The bodyguards behind him have followed one after another.

"The way you look angry..." Yan Shuang brushed past his side, the ending sound scattered in the air lightly, "...that's not cute."

The servant took Yan Shuang upstairs, and whispered to him at the same time, "Mister was very angry and broke a lot of things."

The two masters of the Qin residence are very quiet types, needless to say the young master, Qin Yubai is too busy with work and spends little time at home, the servants don't have much time to see this master, usually just in a hurry .

Today Qin Yubai got very angry and smashed the wine cabinet in the study.

The smell of alcohol will make the whole floor drunk.

Now, all the servants knew how much their master cared about this new servant.

Yan Shuang thanked the servant for reporting the situation, and went upstairs calmly.

The servant led him to the bedroom and knocked lightly on the door, "Sir, Mr. Yan is back."

There were two coughing voices in the room, "Come in."

The servant opened the door and winked at Yan Shuang.

Qin Yubai was sitting on the bed. The lights in the room were not turned on. The wall lamps on both sides of the bed were on, illuminating the documents in his hands. A pair of glasses were hanging loosely on the bridge of his nose.

Hearing the sound of Yan Shuang pushing the door and coming in, Qin Yu did not lift his head, but lowered his head and stared at the document in his hand, as if there was no such person as Yan Shuang in the room.

Yan Shuang stood quietly at the door for a while, then turned to pull the doorknob, and heard another cough.

"Where?"

With his back facing Qin Yubai, Yan Shuang almost melted into the dim night.

"If you don't want to see me, I'll go to bed."

Qin Yubai had a splitting headache, and he had already made a fuss in the study, making the servants in the whole house terrified, as if he was a tyrant.

"come over."

Qin Yubai suppressed the itch in his throat and said in a low voice.

Yan Shuang moved to the bed step by step.

The dim wall lamp illuminated his reluctant face.

Qin Yubai patted his side and said flatly, "Sit."

Yan Shuang gave one command and one movement, and sat down like a puppet.

Holding the document in his hand, Qin Yubai asked calmly, "Where did you go?"

Yan Shuang didn't answer directly, but said lightly: "Don't you already know?"

Silence quietly permeated the room, and the two who had slept together in an embrace last night were at war again at this moment.

It seems that there can only be a moment of peace between them forever.

Quietly clenching the hand holding the document, Qin Yu baiqiang said calmly: "Do you really think I can't do anything about you?"

After finishing speaking, he couldn't hold back the urge to cough that surged up in his throat, put the document aside, turned his head to avoid Yan Shuang's violent coughing.

The glasses on the bridge of the nose moved up and down with his cough, and hit his nose bridge one after another. His body, which had not been ill for a long time, affected his whole thoughts, and there was a trace of sadness in his heart.

His life, outside of his work, was abysmal.

Loved ones stay away.

He couldn't hold on to even a substitute.

Qin Yubai coughed, and his cheeks became hot along with it. Resisting the discomfort, he stretched out his arm to reach for the phone by the bed, and the receiver was picked up in due course and placed in his hand.

Qin Yubai clenched his fist to cover his lips from coughing, and looked back.

Yan Shuang half-kneeled on his bed, holding the receiver for him, with a calm face, bit her lower lip lightly, turned her face away to avoid his gaze.

Qin Yubai looked at him for a while, reached for the receiver, and said hoarsely, "Dial 1."

Yan Shuang turned to the other side of the bed and dialed 1 on the phone for Qin Yubai.

"Call Lao Li to come up, cough, cough...well, let's get a drip."

After he finished speaking, he put down the receiver, his face was full of exhaustion, his chest heaved and heaved with difficulty, and his face was sickly red.

People who have always been strong and domineering seem to be extraordinarily vulnerable when they get sick.

At this time, I should take advantage of his illness...to kill him.

Yan Shuang helped him put the phone receiver away, and sat down beside the bed silently.

The doctor came up quickly and gave Qin Yubai a drip according to Qin Yubai's instructions.

"Sir, if the fever is severe again, you should go to the hospital."

"It's okay, let's go down."

Qin Yubai supported the pillow behind him with one hand, sat up a little, picked up the documents scattered on the quilt, and his glasses slipped a little from the bridge of his nose, he raised his head to help the glasses, and coughed lightly again , continue to look at the file in hand.

The family doctor glanced at Yan Shuang, who was quiet beside him, and said to him, "It will take about an hour to hang up, and you can call me after you hang up."

Qin Yubai listened, sneered, and asked Yan Shuang to accompany him on the bed, he would go to hell if he didn't get mad, and when he was about to ask Yan Shuang to get out together, Yan Shuang spoke.

"okay, I get it."

Yan Shuang got up and escorted the family doctor out of the bedroom.

After the door was closed for a long time, Qin Yubai came back to his senses. He looked at Yan Shuang who came back like some monster, and said hoarsely, "Are you trying to make up for your mistakes?"

"I didn't make a mistake, so I can't talk about making up for it." Yan Shuang said calmly, before Qin Yubai could refute, he stretched out his hand and took out the document in Qin Yubai's hand.

Qin Yubai said sharply: "What are you doing!"

"One hour less work and the company won't go out of business."

Yan Shuang put the document on the bedside, turned his face, and met Qin Yubai's complex expression, turned his face away, he didn't look at him, but reached out to take off his glasses, "Go to sleep, I will take care of it. "