I Can't Be This Protagonist

How did you recognize this?

Yan Shuang didn't understand.

Could it be that Qi Feiyun's hanging in this book has been turned into perspective?Isn't it too much!

"Doctor Qi, do you two know each other?" Cui Zheng, who was at the side, answered.

"Ah."

The towel was passed under the eyelids again, Yan Shuang stretched out his hand stiffly to take the towel, raised his head and showed a bright smile to Qi Feiyun, "Mr. Qi, what a coincidence."

Cui Zheng keenly noticed that Yan Shuang's attitude was different, he pursed his lips and smiled without saying a word, as if waiting for the performance.

Qi Feiyun nodded to Yan Shuang, seeing that Yan Shuang's face was still the same, "Go take a bath."

The gorgeous voice is elegant and charming, and a very ordinary sentence makes him feel like an invitation.

Cui Zheng on the side couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Yan Shuang didn't dare to wink at Cui Zheng, fearing that Qi Feiyun would see something from this trick, so he could only pray that either Qi Feiyun would stay cold and leave quickly, or that Cui Zheng would be smart enough not to talk nonsense.

Otherwise, he had no choice but to admit it.

If the car is overturned, it will be overturned, anyway, his character is set up as a good wave.

Turned over, but not completely turned over.

Going into the bathroom of Cui Zheng's room in disgrace, Yan Shuang glanced at the mirror, and his eyes froze immediately.

Okay, Qin Yubai, give him a slap first when we meet next time.

Why are you sucking his neck so hard? !

It's numb, people are numb.

According to the setting of the original book, Qi Feiyun is still a virgin. Yan flushed with both sides thinking: What if he thinks it is an allergy?

When Yan Shuang came out after washing, Qi Feiyun had already left, and Cui Zheng was sitting in the living room, playing with a small box in his hand.

When Yan Shuang saw the box in his hand, his heartbeat stopped again, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "Hey, it's not good for you to rummage through my bag like this."

"No--"

When Cui Zheng saw him coming out, he looked him up and down first, and praised: "Yo, a beautiful woman who is so beautiful." Then he explained: "What is this in your bag? You put so much in it and put it on the suitcase." It fell off and spilled all over the ground, I picked it up for you, don’t beat the good guy upside down.”

Yan Shuang looked towards the entrance.

The suitcase and his canvas bag stood there quietly, looking particularly out of place in this high-end apartment.

Yan Shuang's eyes darkened for a while.

Okay, it's not wrong to overturn this car.

After all, who would have thought that a passer-by like Cui Zheng would live above two scumbags?

Now Yan Shuang wants to know one thing.

"Was Qi Feiyun there when the thing fell out?" Yan Shuang asked calmly.

"Yes, Doctor Qi picked it up for me."

Yan Shuang: "..." Haha, I want to laugh.

"Hey, what's your relationship with Dr. Qi?" Cui Zheng threw the box in his hand from his left hand to his right, back and forth, with a look of great interest, "I asked him how you two met, and he said 'hospital' , you see a doctor from him? I remember he is a surgeon, he specializes in terminally ill operations, are you terminally ill? "

"Yes, I'm terminally ill and I'm about to die," Yan Shuang said expressionlessly, "I can't go out with you this afternoon, I'm going back to school first."

Cui Zheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud again, and laughed to himself for a while, before saying, "Why are you going back to school when you're almost dead, of course you have to go out and enjoy yourself in time."

Yan Shuang thought to himself that even if he was dead and buried in the ground, he would have to shout out that sentence - "I want to retire!"

It's okay, don't panic, it's just that the villain who pretended to be in front of the characters has collapsed, what's the big deal?

Ace employees always have a way to solve problems.

Yan Shuang dragged the suitcase without saying a word.

Cui Zheng sat on the sofa and didn't stop him. After he opened the door, he said slowly: "It seems that you can't go to Dr. Qi's appointment."

The door is closed.

Yan Shuang turned her head, smiling standard, folded her hands in front of her body dignifiedly, "What appointment?"

Cui Zheng laughed so hard holding the box that his stomach ached.

He lived to be 25 years old, and he had never met anyone more interesting than Yan Shuang.

It turned out that after Yan Shuang went in to take a bath, Cui Zheng sent Qi Feiyun out, and asked Qi Feiyun what his relationship with Yan Shuang was, but Qi Feiyun always kept his words like gold and kept his mouth shut.

When the two walked to the entrance, Yan Shuang's bag fell, and the small box inside spilled all over the floor.

"I thought it was something valuable, a pile of junk," Cui Zheng said with a smile, "It made us clean it up for you."

"Your glasses fell out of your bag, and I casually mentioned that you wore them all night to be invisible."

"Doctor Qi is quite concerned about you." Cui Zheng glanced at Yan Shuang's eyes that were still as red as rabbits, "I said this matter is big or small, so I asked you to go to his house and have a look." In the end, he raised his lips and said jokingly, "You have mixed tastes."

"However, your vision is really good. Doctor Qi is a well-known golden hand in the circle. A surgery is worth thousands of dollars."

"Others hold the money, but he holds the life."

"Everyone in this circle cherishes their lives, and no one dares to offend the doctor if they offend anyone."

Cui Zheng finally commented: "At least not worse than your housekeeper."

"But I still don't understand." Cui Zheng threw down the box in his hand again, "Ji Yao and Qin Yubai are both enough for you to earn enough money, why bother to look further away?"

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand, intercepted the box thrown by Cui Zheng from the air, and said calmly: "The most basic investment theory tells us that all eggs cannot be put in the same basket."

Cui Zheng was stunned by his quick movements, and then he grinned, "Then what do you think of me?"

Yan Shuang glanced at him.

Cui Zheng made a pose that he thought was handsome.

Yan Shuang took out the glasses from his bag, put them on, and said calmly, "I don't think you like men at all."

Cui Zheng was dumbfounded, "You can see that too?"

Yan Shuang pushed his glasses, "Put your things here, I'll come back when I go." He opened the door and walked out, then leaned back, "If I don't come back, don't come downstairs to look for me."

The elevator goes down one floor.

Yan Shuang stepped out of the elevator and saw two doors facing each other.

All his eggs.

Hey.

The room on the left belongs to Qi Feiyun.

Yan Shuang rang the doorbell, the doorbell rang twice, and the dark door opened.

In Cui Zheng's house, Yan Shuang kept his head down, not looking at Qi Feiyun at all.

loss.

Such a stunning beauty in the world is profitable at a glance.

Qi Feiyun changed into an extremely homely attire, a gray loose T-shirt, revealing the slender arms that were usually hidden in the white robe, and her hair was not combed back as meticulously as in the hospital. It was soft and loose, not gentle, but rather It seems a little unreal.

Yan Shuang: He gave Qi Feiyun 9.5 points today. If Qi Feiyun believes that his neck is allergic, he will give Qi Feiyun another 0.1 points!

"Ms. Qi, what a coincidence." Yan Shuang put on the face of an idiot and straight man, scratching the back of his head, "I really didn't expect you to live upstairs from Young Master Cui."

"come in."

Qi Feiyun didn't answer, and opened the door directly.

The layout of Qi Feiyun's house is almost exactly the same as that of Cui Zheng's, but the decoration style is completely different.

Cui Zheng's room looked like it had been installed by the developer and hadn't been touched much.

Qi Feiyun's room has quite a personal style, symmetrical, blunt, and frigid.

What is the reason for a person who likes extreme sports of the human body to make his home like a cage?

"Please sit down."

The pure black leather sofa, with the air conditioner blowing all day, makes it cool to sit on.

A glass of water was placed on the black marble coffee table in front of him, "Wait a moment."

Yan Shuang didn't drink.

He was afraid that if he drank it, the chapter would be locked in the next second.

Qi Feiyun turned and walked into the innermost room, corresponding to the leaky bathroom in Cui Zheng's house.

After a while, Qi Feiyun came out with a tray in his hand.

Yan Shuang noticed that he was wearing a pair of rubber gloves.

The milky white glove splits his wrist and palm, and the visual texture of the skin and rubber can make people feel tense involuntarily.

There are some bottles and cans on the tray.

Qi Feiyun sat down, the leather sofa softened and collapsed, the vibration was transmitted to Yan Shuang, Yan Shuang calmed down, and said: "Last night, I worked a night job and came back too late, so I forgot to take the invisibility Glasses, Teacher Qi, is there any problem?"

When the cold touch of the glove touched his face, Yan Shuang dodged subconsciously, but was twisted back with moderate force.

"do not move."

"let me check."

The glasses were taken off, and the eyelids were pulled up. From Yan Shuang's perspective, only Qi Feiyun's lips could be seen, which were thin and looked a little dry.

"Does it hurt?"

The lips move slightly, the voice is ecstasy.

Yan Shuang: "...It hurts, it hurts so much, it's sore and swollen."

Almost forgot his pain-sensitive character.

"No big problem," Qi Feiyun let go of his hand, "First put some medicine, then observe for two days."

When he spoke, his tone was actually very flat, but his voice and attitude were so gentle, it would give people the illusion that he was caring about him.

"Head up."

Upon hearing this, Yan Shuang raised her head obediently.

The neck was lightly scratched.

Still that cold foreign body touch.

"Lift up a little more."

Yan Shuang raised his head as hard as he could, the skin on his neck felt a pulling sensation, and his Adam's apple rolled uncomfortably.

Qi Feiyun glanced at his neck.

Slender, fair, and a hickey that hasn't expired yet.

"It's time to drop the potion."

Qi Feiyun leaned over, and Yan Shuang involuntarily put his hands on the sofa behind him to maintain his balance.

"It will be a little cold."

A drop of potion was lowered, the red eyes blinked instinctively, the eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and when they opened again, the eyes were already filled with water, as if they were crying.

Yan Shuang saw a large white chest in the hazy mist.

The neckline of Qi Feiyun's T-shirt was too big, and he was kneeling on the sofa with one knee, his bent posture made the neckline empty, and he could see the scenery inside clearly.

Awesome abs.

Yan Shuang admired in his heart.

Both eyes were dripped with drops, and Yan Shuang was about to sit upright when his eyes were covered by rubber gloves.

"Close your eyes and rest for a while."

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Qi."

Yan Shuang raised her head, showing an honest and well-behaved appearance.

Even though the gloves did not leave after he promised, he did not express any dissatisfaction, but took the initiative to say: "Mr. Qi, I don't know what's going on on my neck. There is a red piece that pricks and hurts, doesn't it?" Are you allergic?"

He has a carefree attitude and no scruples.

Sight is deprived, and the rest of the senses become more prominent.

But Yan Shuang didn't feel the slightest change in Qi Feiyun's breathing.

"What did you do, or eat, last night?"

The tone is flat, which is the attitude of a doctor asking a patient.

"I had a part-time job last night, and then Young Master Cui said that I would come to live with him for two days and clean him up or something. I could count it as a part-time job. I had dinner and drank some wine at Young Master Cui's place... ...I'm not allergic to alcohol..."

Yan Shuang finished speaking slowly with a puzzled reminiscence tone, "Mr. Qi, what I ate yesterday didn't seem to be anything special. Do you think it's an allergy, or was it bitten by a bug?"

The living room was so quiet that there was only Yan Shuang's confused voice at the end.

The gloves covering the eyes are slightly warmed by the body temperature.

"Not allergic."

"It's not a bug either."

Qi Feiyun let go of her palm.

Yan Shuang sat upright, first rubbed his neck, blinked his eyes twice, and then said to Qi Feiyun innocently: "What is that?"

With hands folded and hanging on his knees, Qi Feiyun looked at him quietly, his eyes seemed to penetrate Yan Shuang's clean and flawless eyes, all the way to the deepest part of his soul.

"What do you say?"

Soft tone.

"I do not know."

Yan Shuang widened her eyes and pretended to be innocent.

"Really?" Qi Feiyun lowered his eyelashes, "That may...need further examination."

"Undress."