I Can't Be This Protagonist

Yan Shuang felt death threats in Ji Wensong's sight, but he remained calm.

The first book he entered to work in Chuanchuan Bookstore was an upgraded novel of the hero in the background of Western fantasy.

His role is a well-known necromancer who fights against skeleton ghosts and landlords at night, grows vegetables and waters flowers in the cemetery during the day, and occasionally does part-time jobs to do bad things such as murder and arson. Thousands of death threats.

It is true that he has been trained in his psychological quality.

It's just a confrontation with Scum Gong's father.

small scene.

And Ji Wensong will not do anything to him.

If he really did that, wouldn't it be a disguised surrender?

He couldn't control Yan Shuang, he could only make Yan Shuang disappear.

Such an incompetent choice is even more unbearable for Ji Wensong than "lose".

"Mr. Ji," Yan Shuang changed his tough attitude again, and said gently, "Please trust me and your son, he is not that fragile."

"I promise you that."

The tone is sincere and firm.

After Yan Shuang finished speaking, he let go of his hand, "Please send someone to take me out, I have an appointment with a cute and sexy doctor."

Ji Wensong sat in his original position, looking at Yan Shuang fixedly.

Yan Shuang was sure that during the time he was waiting for the reply, Ji Wensong had already arranged at least ten ways to die for him in his mind.

The unnoticed kind.

"Wait a moment," Ji Wensong smiled slightly, breaking the tense atmosphere, "I'll see you off."

Yan Shuang waited for Ji Wensong for a while, during which he discussed with the beautiful maid how to tie a perfect bow.

When Ji Wensong came out, Yan Shuang was re-knotting his tie around his waist.

"You learned."

The maid smiled and applauded him.

"Not bad," Yan Shuang said to the maid, when he heard footsteps, he turned his head to look at Ji Wensong who was wearing a formal suit, and pointed to the bow on his waist, "Does it look good?"

Ji Wensong tightened his cuffs, shook his head, "It's too fancy."

His expression and attitude have returned to the gentle and self-sufficient before, to a certain extent, it is also because of Yan Shuang's naturalness at this time.

Yan Shuang put down the hem of his T-shirt and shook his head at the smiling maid, "Men who are too old are really boring, aren't they?"

The maid pursed her lips and smiled, but did not answer.

"I see that you have many prejudices against people."

Ji Wensong stepped forward, Yan Shuang followed.

The two of them almost had a fierce confrontation for a round, and when they resumed the ordinary communication, it seemed that there was a little less estrangement.

"Actually, I don't discriminate against old men, nor do I discriminate against non-virgin men," Yan Shuang walked briskly, "I just say this to prevent you from getting the wrong meaning."

"I'm not interested in you at all."

Ji Wensong smiled, "You said it as if I'm very interested in you."

Yan Shuang shrugged, "Although it's narcissistic to say so, I'm indeed very attractive, and I always have to beware of some rotten peach blossoms."

"Rotten peach?"

Yan Shuang turned his face, and Ji Wensong had a faint smile in his eyes. His recovery ability is very strong, half an hour of grooming time has saved him from the embarrassment of being cornered by Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang's lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips were drawn, showing an awkward but polite arc, "Today's lunch was great."

After getting off the car, Yan Shuang stood by the car door and made a request to Ji Wensong, "Stop spying on me."

Ji Wensong remained silent.

"Employers don't doubt people, Mr. Ji, take it easy, I'm not as bad as you think."

Yan Shuang closed the car door and staggered towards the hospital gate.

Sitting in the car, Ji Wensong said to the co-pilot's bodyguard: "Send a few more people to watch him."

"Ok sir."

The assistant almost didn't recognize Yan Shuang when he saw it.

"You cut your hair," the assistant said in surprise, "it looks much cleaner."

"Thank you, is there anything I can do for you?"

"I'm making an appointment, do you want to see it? Dr. Qi is still giving a seminar."

The assistant sat down, pointed to the schedule in hand, and said, "Actually, I'm quite surprised that Dr. Qi is willing to spare some time for your in-depth interview."

Qi Feiyun had been avoiding Yan Shuang before, but Yan Shuang never appeared again, the assistant thought Yan Shuang had given up.

No, it shouldn't be called giving up.

Yan Shuang is a straight man just like him, and he just admires Qi Feiyun.

Maybe that was the case, Qi Feiyun knew that Yan Shuang had no plans for him, so he agreed to Yan Shuang's request.

The assistant jumped out of the old thinking and felt that he might be the truth.

Yan Shuang helped his assistant organize Qi Feiyun's itinerary for next month, and found that Qi Feiyun was going abroad again during the holiday, and the destination was Switzerland.

"Doctor Qi is so busy." Yan Shuang sighed.

"Of course," the assistant said, "There are many things waiting for Dr. Qi to deal with every day."

The desk phone rang, and the assistant picked it up immediately, "Okay, okay, wait a minute." He hung up the phone and said to Yan Shuang, "The meeting room calls for coffee, I'll make coffee."

"I'll help you."

In the conference room, Qi Feiyun sat at the bottom, quietly listening to the speeches of his colleagues, rubbing the tip of his pen quickly on the paper.

"Doctor Qi, what's your opinion?"

The two sides quarreled so dryly that they couldn't tell the winner. They hoped that the hard-working man in the hospital could break the deadlock and bet on one side of the balance.

Qi Feiyun raised his eyes, "No."

"Dr. Qi, you can't be so ambiguous every time. You are an authority on this kind of operation, how can you have no opinion?"

Qi Feiyun was silent for a moment, "My opinion is..."

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the door of the conference room, and the assistant opened the door, "Docs, here comes the coffee."

Qi Feiyun looked back, the person behind the assistant was holding coffee and smiled at him.

So far, the seminar has made little progress. Everyone is already exhausted. The aroma of coffee floats into the conference room, which immediately lifts people's spirits.

Yan Shuang put down the cup in front of Qi Feiyun, "Li Zhu said, black coffee, no milk, no sugar." He raised his body, turned to Qi Feiyun with a wide smile, and said softly, "The tie is not bad."

Around Qi Feiyun's neck was an ordinary black tie.

Apparently it's kept in the hospital office as a spare.

Yan Shuang got up, and quietly exited the meeting room with the assistant holding the tray.

"My advice is……"

That unique voice full of charm was a little lazy.

"Half an hour intermission."

The assistant closed the door, and curled his lips at Yan Shuang, "The seminar is such a virtue, like a man with prostatitis, sparse, urinating urgently, frequent urination, and incessant urination."

Yan Shuang smiled, "Do they often take halftime breaks like this?"

"Yes," the assistant shook his head, "but Doctor Qi is just like..."

The door that had just been closed was pushed open.

Qi Feiyun came out, the assistant was slightly surprised.

Seminars often take breaks, but the doctors usually don't leave the conference room, at most, they put on a more relaxed attitude to resolve some difficult disputes.

Qi Feiyun was not at all interested in issues such as the hospital's internal actions and the authorship of the research results. Even during the intermission, he just sat and waited.

"Doctor Qi..." The assistant was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized, "Do you have anything to do?"

"I ate too little at noon, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable."

Nine out of ten doctors had stomach problems, and the assistant hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I'll get the medicine."

"No, I'm going to rest for a while."

Qi Feiyun's decision has never been allowed to be commented on by others, and the assistant had no choice but to let it go.

At this time, Qi Feiyun naturally - at least the assistant didn't notice anything unusual, he turned to Yan Shuang who was quiet at the side, "Are you here so early?"

"This is an in-depth interview, I want to come over early and get ready," Yan Shuang smiled veiledly, with deep eyes, "In case Dr. Qi is free, we can also see stitches and solve one or two key issues first."

The doctor and the college student who came to interview entered the office, and the assistant closed the door. He was very happy for the poor student. He adored the doctor, and the doctor finally responded to him. For young people, what a happy day to get the response from an idol thing.

A poor college student is being hugged and kissed passionately by a doctor.

"Teacher..." Yan called out to him with kisses on both sides, bumping into him tentatively, "I want you..."

Qi Feiyun's lips and tongue were very hot, but the words he said were very calm, "No, I want to have a meeting."

Yan Shuang let go of his arms, pushed his shoulder lightly, jumped back deftly, and stood in front of the blinds.

"Are you sure?"

With his hands behind his back, he gently pulled down the blinds behind him. The angle of the curtains was deflected, and the afternoon sun shone in from the gap.

Yan Shuang faced Qi Feiyun, holding the two ends of the T-shirt with folded hands. He looked at Qi Feiyun, with a smile spreading from the corner of his mouth, and bit by bit the loose T-shirt was peeled off his body.

The slender strips of light hit the white body, floating like water waves, and even the face was painted with glossy oil paint, like a little savage running out of the primitive deep forest.

The naturally curved waistline was cinched in a pair of well-worn jeans.

The gray tie on the jeans was tied in a beautiful bow.

That's how gift ribbons are tied.

Yan Shuang turned around, he pulled the curtain, and pulled it down a little bit.

The gaps in the curtains are wider, letting in more sunlight.

There were two beautiful dimples at his waist, filled with intoxicating light, and the jeans fell loosely around his waist.

This is a flawless back.

Breathing on his shoulders, Yan Shuang's eyes blinked through the gap in the curtain, and he said, "I swear you must have stood here and seen my back."

Qi Feiyun was noncommittal.

"Ms. Qi," Yan Shuang stretched out his hand, took Qi Feiyun's hand from behind and put it on the bow tie around his waist, "Did you think about me these two days..." He turned his head, smiling, "Do something bad?"

Such a low-level temptation.

It's like holding a megaphone and shouting: Welcome, welcome to the fall.

Qi Feiyun didn't try to untie the bow, but reached out and pinched Yan Shuang's cheeks, pouting Yan Shuang's lips, "Stay quietly."

Yan Shuang didn't let him go, wrapped his hands and feet around him, swaying like a baby, "No, I'm so boring, I want it, you were secretly drawing during the meeting, I saw it, you I drew a flower...that flower is pretty good, I'll show you on my tattoo, okay?"

As he spoke, he carelessly kissed Qi Feiyun's dignified and handsome face, as if the lover everyone wanted was his personal property, allowing him to blaspheme.

Before they knew it, the two kissed again, Qi Feiyun stepped back slightly, and leaned his back on the desk, Yan Shuang went to untie his belt.

Whenever Qi Feiyun thinks that Yan Shuang is evil, Yan Shuang will always show a kind of innocence that confuses him.

He is like a gluttonous child.

The purpose is so direct, and the invitation so straightforward, that one cannot help but think: maybe he isn't all that bad either.

Qi Feiyun tore away the person on his body, his clothes, hair, and even his expression were messed up by Yan Shuang, "Wait for me here."

"No."

Yan Shuang looked willful.

Qi Feiyun said softly, "I'll take you home tonight."

"No."

Yan Shuang didn't care, "I want to go back to the dormitory."

Qi Feiyun reached out and pinched Yan Shuang's cheek again, and said lightly: "That kid..."

"Not yet."

Yan Shuang said without hesitation.

"No, it's not that I didn't succeed. It's too easy to hook him into bed, and it's not too challenging. I mainly want to..." Yan Shuang leaned over, put his arms around Qi Feiyun's neck, put his nose against his, and smiled excitedly, "Look The way his heart breaks for me."

Unabashed malice.

Maybe he didn't think it was evil at all.

"Ms. Qi, don't be tempted by me..." Yan Shuang tilted her face, her lips touched Qi Feiyun's, her eyes were gentle, "I don't want to break your heart."

How real and how fake is the tenderness in your eyes?

In fact, there is no need to distinguish.

Of course...it's 100% false.

He will break everyone's heart.

Unless he's not him anymore.

A dangerous thought loomed in his mind, that thought was like ice in the sea, floating and sneaking in the sea of ​​night, being pressed down by the waves time and time again—but it never melted.

The sun shone warmly on his body, and this was the Lord's last warning to him.

Close that box while you still have the chance.

Qi Feiyun lowered his eyes, he raised Yan Shuang's chin, and those black and gray eyes looked straight at Yan Shuang, as if with some hint or command power.

"You will forget me after sunset today."