I Can't Be This Protagonist

The desk lights are dim, and the day's work is finally over.

The reduction in the efficiency of the employer means that the subordinates have to pay more attention.

After closing the notebook, Wei Yichen took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose lightly.

His temples were sore and thumping, gradually matching the frequency of his heartbeat. The resonance of the top of his head and his chest was terrible, which was a warning from his excessive fatigue.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Yichen pressed the table and got up, walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower, wiped his wet hair and touched the mobile phone next to the bed, it was 11 o'clock, put down the mobile phone and sat on the soft bed, Wei Yichen wiped his hair His movements gradually slowed down, and he finally put down the towel.

The coat hangs on a hanger, and another phone is hidden in the lining.

A cell phone with only one contact.

During this time, the mobile phone has been silent, like an old toy that has been forgotten.

Wei Yichen stood in front of the jacket hanging straight down for a long time before he reached out and took out his mobile phone from the pocket of the suit lining.

Whether it was expected or accidental, there was still no information on the phone.

Without putting the phone back into the lining, Wei Yichen lay back on the bed with the phone in his hand, his hair half wet.

There wasn't much information in the phone, so I flipped through one by one, and soon came to the end.

"It's okay, I miss you."

A faint light flickered on the screen, reflecting the corners of his lips slightly curled up at the moment.

The finger moved on the virtual keyboard for a long time and still let go. Forget it, it is very immoral to disturb other people's nighttime activities.

Suddenly there was an extraordinary imagination in my mind.

What if he did?

Yan Shuang lay lazily on the bed, with his neck raised slightly, his eyes staring at the screen in a daze, and he casually replied to his prey, then turned his eyes to hook the hard-working gold master behind him, and offered his bright red lips like a reward.

Throat itchy, want to smoke a cigarette.

The phone vibrated.

For a moment, Wei Yichen almost couldn't tell whether the information on the phone was his imagination or reality.

——"I'm so hungry, I want to steal it."

The only silence in the room was his own breathing and heartbeat.

After staring at those words for a while, Wei Yichen burst out laughing.

All the servants scattered in this house during the day hibernate quietly, the whole building is pitch black, Wei Yichen strolls in it, thinking of the "ghost house" that Yan Shuang once mentioned, he can't help but smile.

There was indeed a ghost in the house now.

The ghost sat barefoot on the marble counter in the kitchen, the cold white moonlight shone on him, he hid in the reflection of the roses, and asked with a smile, "Where is there food, I'm so hungry."

"Hey," Yan Shuang waved with a smile, "You don't wear glasses, come here and let me have a look."

The tone and attitude are too much like teasing a pet.

Being treated so contemptuously, Wei Yichen just stepped forward calmly.

The distance was getting closer and closer until Yan Shuang's waist and abdomen touched Yan Shuang's hanging knees.

The silk nightgown was thin and soft, and Yan Shuang's knees reached his hard abdominal muscles through the cotton pajama pants. He lowered his eyes, looked at the perfectly fitted nightgown and pajama pants, and smiled lightly.

After neglecting the housekeeper for so long, the housekeeper also has a little emotion.

Yan Shuang stretched out his index finger, and lightly touched the protruding Adam's apple in front of him. As soon as the Adam's apple rolled slightly, the fingernails on his fingertips slid up slowly without hesitation, with a little force on purpose, as if to scratch the fragile throat Normally, he didn't stop until he reached his chin, and with a little effort, he raised that handsome face.

The pair of eyes that lost the shade of the glasses looked a little less affectionate, the pupils were unexpectedly clear, the wet hair was loosely flowing, and they looked a little fresh like morning rain.

"It's so beautiful..." Yan Shuang said softly, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth, then he immediately threw away his hand, and his tone turned to disgust, "It's a pity that I'm not very hungry," Yan Shuang said calmly, pushing his knees against his belly, " I'm hungry and I can't find anything to eat."

"There's no food in the kitchen today," Wei Yichen took half a step back, bent over to open a hidden cabinet, and said calmly, "Because their master hasn't come down the stairs since he came back."

For nearly four hours, the area of ​​the master bedroom has almost become a restricted area, and the servants dare not approach easily, for fear of hearing something they shouldn't hear.

Yan Shuang didn't answer his words at all, "What delicious food is hidden here?"

"Instant food for servants to satisfy their hunger."

The bread was soft and fluffy, and with a glass of milk warmed by the housekeeper, Yan Shuang was enjoying his supper, his legs dangling slightly, looking in a good mood.

Wei Yichen stood beside him, quietly waiting to clean up the mess.

The moonlight outside is getting brighter and brighter, and the sight gradually adapts to the darkness.

There were a little white milk stains on the red lips, which were moist and soft. The already plump lips were slightly swollen, and the upper lip was sticking to the peeling cup, and the lips were puffed up.

Unlike the previous bite marks of self-injury.

Yan Shuang's lips were swollen by suction.

The black and white eyeballs moved to the end of the eyes, Yan Shuang was looking at him from the corner of his eye, and after drinking the last drop of milk, he said: "Supper is very good, I will give you a gift, okay?"

Leaping up the steps with bare feet, Yan Shuang leaned on the railing, turned around and hooked his hands, and said silently, "Come up."

Is it a dream or reality?

When Wei Yichen stepped on the steps, he was indeed stepping on the ground.

It's not a dream, Wei Yichen thought soberly.

The small door opened but did not close, leaving only a gap.

He asked him to open the door and come in.

Wei Yichen stood at the door, the corridor was peaceful, and around a corner was his employer's room.

Presumably his employer should have fallen asleep contentedly after enjoying the warm and fragrant nephrite. How would he know that his lover would sneak out of the room and come out to steal food?

Reach out and gently push the door open.

The room was still dark.

Yan Shuang didn't turn on the light. He stood bent over in front of the closet, turned his head and smiled at Wei Yichen again, pointed to the third door of the closet, and said in a low voice, "Shh, take it easy, your master Just sleep in the back and come in any minute."

The strips of wood on the wardrobe immediately reminded Wei Yichen of the painting in Qin Yubai's bedroom.

It turned out to be the case.

All the sounds in the room were instantly amplified several times in the eardrums, and the slightest movement might wake up their common master.

Too dangerous.

The danger was so great that it made him tremble with excitement.

The sound of a zipper unzipping was as loud as a bullet being fired.

Yan Shuang was opening the suitcase.

"I didn't plan to stay for long this time," Yan Shuang rummaged through the suitcase, "but I brought you a present."

A fiery red long dress that was still shining in the dark appeared in front of Wei Yichen.

Wei Yichen can be sure that no matter how real the thing in front of him is, it must be a dream.

Such an expensive skirt could not be sold due to Mr. Ji's desire for control. Yan Shuang had long thought of reusing it and showing it to the right people at the right time.

Now is the right time.

Old T-shirts and pajama pants fell silently to the ground.

Wei Yichen stood by the desk, as if watching a mysterious pantomime.

This show had been previewed a long time ago, and the trailers were released again and again, which made his appetite so high that he almost lost his expectation.

But it still exceeded his expectations.

If Ji Wensong were here, he would have discovered how thoroughly Yan Shuang had treated him perfunctorily.

The fiery red skirt was loosely hooked by the fingertips, like a ray of light passing through the snow-white clouds, the red silk slowly dangled down the graceful body, and slid over the white skin like the hands of a sympathizer.

Still too fast.

Rather than wearing it, it may be a better choice to take off this skirt by hand, so that the person who takes it off can master the frequency and enjoy the half-covered style of this beautiful body to the fullest.

Yan Shuang seemed to have seen through Wei Yichen's mind, instead of reaching for the zipper behind him, he pulled up the hem of his skirt and deftly twirled around the room.

Without the restraint of the zipper on the back, the thin shoulder straps fell while turning, and the perfect cut of the waist did not let the red dress completely fall from the body. It supported the body like a work of art like a flower bud.

The red cloud approached while turning, and the aroma of citrus spread strongly around him.

Get up close and you can see the fresh hickeys on the flawless body in the dark.

How can you be so rude to treat such a superb work of art?

With his hands behind his back, Wei Yichen finally stretched out his hand when the red dress was about to leave, and caught this late-night dream.

Yan Shuang panted slightly and leaned against the butler's strong arms, with a smile in the corner of her eyes, "Does it look good?"

Wei Yichen looked at him calmly, his black hair fell from between his brows, his face was pale and rosy, his red lips were slightly parted, and he exhaled a little hot air.

Since it's a dream, so what if it's absurd?

The lips were pressed down heavily, and the soft touch was so vivid that the heartbeat accelerated to the limit that was almost beyond the limit of tolerance.

The person in his arms trembled, and immediately pushed him away.

"Snapped--"

A serious slap in the face.

Wei Yichen didn't even turn his face away.

Yan Shuang was still smiling, not offended and offended, still smiling, with a playful look on his face, as if mocking him for being easily tempted, the red lips he had kissed opened slightly, and made a silent mouth type, moving slowly to ensure he can see clearly.

"You do not deserve--"

Going back to the room and lying on the bed, Wei Yichen was still laughing, he couldn't control his meaningless laughter, his whole body went limp as if floating in the clouds.

Yan Shuang... Yan Shuang... Yan Shuang...

The name is all over my mind.

Covering his slightly hot cheek with his left hand, Wei Yichen thought to himself mockingly: So he still has a tendency to be abused.

He gave him a kiss, and he returned a slap. He didn't feel angry and ashamed, but felt that these were gifts from Yan Shuang.

It turns out that "gift" is such a good thing.

For the first time, he also began to look forward to his birthday.

If it was Yan Shuang, maybe he could have something to look forward to?

It would be rude not to return the salute.

Wei Yichen took his personal mobile phone and placed an order after ensuring that the notebook would be delivered tomorrow.

It seems that he is worse than his employer, Wei Yichen laughed at himself again, thinking about it in the night, it is difficult to sleep...

When Qin Yubai woke up, he subconsciously reached out and touched the bed next to him—it was empty. He opened his eyes suddenly, sat up and lifted the quilt, and only after seeing the crumpled sheets did he become convinced that last night was not a mess. Ridiculous dream.

Last night, from the bathroom to the bedroom, all the details were in his head. Looking back now, it seems that the person who was crazy about it was not himself.

Qin Yubai unconsciously touched his lips.

Kissed.

More than one.

Throat dry, heart pounding.

Qin Yubai sat on the bed for a long time, he had to do something to eliminate the influence of last night on him.

transaction.

He and Yan Shuang are trading.

Last night exceeded the part of the deal, so he will use the deal to pay it back.

The person in charge of the commercial building received a call from the big boss early in the morning, and he was so shocked that he was out of breath. He was afraid that something went wrong during the shop inspection yesterday, but the big boss just ordered him to go to the shop on the third floor to pick up a laptop and deliver it to him. home.

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Which one do you want?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, so long that the person in charge wanted to slap him in the face and dislike him for being too talkative. What the big boss wants must be the best.

Sure enough, there was a response from the other end of the phone.

"The newest and most expensive one."

"No public account, but my private account."

"Send it today."