I Can't Be This Protagonist

There is wind and fire on the grassland.

The wind is him, and the fire is also him.

Yan Shuang smiled slightly, showing a relieved look, and said to Ji Yao: "I'm sorry just now, I was too impulsive."

Ji Yao was startled.

Just now...that shouldn't be considered a kiss at all...he couldn't simply define what it was, he just did it instinctively.

"It's okay." Ji Yao said lightly.

Yan Shuang opened his arms and hugged Ji Yao's waist. He leaned into Ji Yao's arms and said softly, "Ji Yao, you are so kind."

Ji Yao didn't answer.

Because he is not good enough.

"Will we be best friends forever?"

Yan Shuang's voice was cautiously tentative and nervous.

"Ah."

Ji Yao patted his shoulder lightly, "Yes."

Cui Zheng sat in the living room, watched Xiao Qingyang pace back and forth, and couldn't help but said: "Can you be quiet for a while, I already have a headache, and walking around makes me dizzy."

"Why have they been out for so long? Shouldn't they be fighting too?"

Cui Zheng sneered, "Don't talk about it, maybe there will be a fight."

"How can I do that?!" Xiao Qingyang broke out in cold sweat, "No, I have to go out and have a look, Yan Shuang's small body can withstand Ji Yao a few times."

"Don't go out," Cui Zheng said slowly, "The goblins are fighting, why are you joining in the fun?"

"Fairy..." Xiao Qingyang repeated halfway before he understood Cui Zheng's meaning, and laughed angrily, "Impossible, Ji Yao is not that kind of person."

Cui Zheng: "Why do you dare to make such a promise, you are his father?"

Xiao Qingyang was at a loss for words again, he stared at Cui Zheng, wanted to say something to refute but couldn't.

Ji Yao is indeed a blank slate in this regard, but he is also a good person.

In fact, men are enlightened very early in this aspect. Anyway, he already had a love partner when he was in middle school, but Ji Yao is not attractive to anyone, and he has always acted as if he is particularly disgusted with that aspect...

Yan Shuang looks like a very pitiful boy, but he has been Qin Yubai's lover, even if it is really like what Ji Yao said, Qin Yubai designed Yan Shuang, but the experience exists there, no matter what, Yan Shuang It is not suitable for Ji Yao, even if it is only for a short time to be Ji Yao's love object, it is extremely inappropriate.

If his uncle knew that Ji Yao was hanging out with such a person... Xiao Qingyang trembled slightly, he really didn't dare to imagine Yan Shuang's fate.

Footsteps came from behind, Xiao Qingyang turned his head.

Ji Yao and Yan Shuang came in, holding hands, Yan Shuang lowered his head, Ji Yao had no expression on his face, but looked very peaceful.

Xiao Qingyang's pupils dilated slightly, and before he had time to say anything, Ji Yao had already looked at Cui Zheng, "Sorry, I was too impulsive today, I shouldn't have done anything with you, I apologize to you."

Cui Zhengzheng turned his face and pretended not to see Ji Yao. When he heard Ji Yao's apology, he couldn't help but fail. He couldn't pretend to be cold. He first glanced at Yan Shuang, who had his head down, and was silent for a moment. Cai said: "I also made mistakes, I shouldn't speak so aggressively."

"Okay, that's right," Xiao Qingyang didn't care about anything else, he finished the circle first, then heaved a sigh of relief, glanced at Ji Yao and Yan Shuang's handshake from the corner of his eye, and said, "Then tonight... Is Yan Shuang still leaving?"

"He's not leaving," Ji Yao said, "He will sleep with me tonight."

Cui Zheng didn't respond, but Xiao Qingyang looked like he had been struck by lightning, and said dumbfounded: "This, this is not appropriate."

"What's wrong with that?" Cui Zheng stood up, grinned, and jokingly said, "Don't they sleep together every day in the dormitory."

Xiao Qingyang: "..."

"Let's sleep together tonight." Cui Zheng pressed Xiao Qingyang's shoulder, "Let's uncle and nephew have a good exchange of feelings."

Xiao Qingyang was half dragged back to the room by Cui Zheng, he was still worried, wanted to go out and have a look, but was scolded by Cui Zheng: "Can you manage it? You, why, you control the world and whether people get into bed or not? "

Xiao Qingyang frowned lightly, and told Cui Zheng about his concerns.

"When Ji Yao investigated this matter, I was present the whole time."

"It was not easy for Yan Shuang. For some reason, Qin Yubai fell in love with him. He was sold by his adoptive father and paid for it."

"He is a victim, I admit it, but you know my uncle's style, he won't care so much, if Yan Shuang really has something to do with Ji Yao, then Ji Yao will at most be scolded, Yan Shuang, he Life is over, you understand?"

Compared with thinking that Yan Shuang is not good enough for Ji Yao, Cui Zheng heard Xiao Qingyang mean that he was more afraid that Yan Shuang would suffer.

Cui Zheng crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and said with great interest: "When we were discussing last time, we still agreed that this is a small green tea. How did you defect so quickly?"

Xiao Qingyang glanced at him disapprovingly, and said seriously: "Cui Zheng, do you really have a heart?"

Cui Zheng: He not only has a heart, but also a brain.

"You just pretend I don't have one."

Cui Zheng walked to the sofa in the room and sat down, and poured himself a glass of wine. He remembered that he went to Ji's house that day, and tried his best not to take Ji Yao away. After a mysterious call came in, Ji Wensong suddenly let go. people.

He didn't think about it.

Mainly because I dare not think about it.

Now that he has been beaten, it's the time to go up, so he just thinks wildly.

Xiao Qingyang was right, a... master like Yan Shuang?Dangling around Ji Yao, how could Ji Wensong not know, how could he let it go?

Unless, Ji Wensong acquiesced to this matter.

What's more, maybe Yan Shuang was sent by Ji Wensong.

Cui Zheng took a sip of the wine, the liquid was clear and spicy, he hissed, and said to Xiao Qingyang: "Your uncle is really cruel."

In the room on the other side, Yan Shuang was rubbing medicine on Ji Yao's face.

Such a handsome face is scarred... even more handsome.

"It's not good to fight, don't fight again in the future."

"Ah."

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

Yan Shuang almost didn't laugh out loud, and glanced at Ji Yao secretly from the corner of the eye. Seeing his serious appearance, he looked away again, holding a cotton swab in his palm and gently rolling it over his cheek, "What do you want to ask me, now Just ask."

Silence spread in the room, until Yan Shuang stopped, Ji Yao still didn't speak.

He didn't want to ask Yan Shuang.

He was afraid of hurting Yan Shuang again.

Such a smart brain, but emotionally a muscle.

Yan lowered his hands and leaned his face against Ji Yao's chest. He listened to the pounding heartbeat in Ji Yao's chest, and grabbed the shirt at Ji Yao's waist with both hands, silently without speaking.

"Go out and play together during the holiday?"

Ji Yao said suddenly.

"Where to?"

Yan Shuang's voice was light and ethereal, unable to hide his exhaustion.

Ji Yao rubbed his hair, "You will know when the time comes."

Two days later

When Yan Shuang boarded Ji Yao's private jet beautifully, he knew that he had made the right friend.

"The snow-capped mountains there are beautiful," Ji Yao shook Yan Shuang's hand, "You will like it."

Yan Shuang was flustered and apprehensive, he had been inseparable from Ji Yao for the past two days, just as Ji Yao said, he was determined to protect him, and would not let Qin Yubai have a chance to get close to Yan Shuang again.

The vacation was arranged by Ji Yao single-handedly. Yan Shuang was taken to the airport by Ji Yao early in the morning, and took a private jet along the way.

As the plane took off, Yan Shuang hid in Ji Yao's arms pretending to be flying for the first time.

Ji Yao held his hand and comforted him stiffly.

"Hard ears."

"Hold your breath, take another big breath."

Yan Shuang said pitifully, "It still hurts."

Ji Yao looked down at him, reached out and pinched his nose, "Keep your mouth shut."

Yan Shuang squeezed it obediently, after a while, the blush spread from his cheeks, Ji Yao let go, Yan Shuang let out a sharp breath, and he said pleasantly again: "It's really not uncomfortable."

Seeing him so innocently happy, Ji Yao felt a little relieved in his heart.

It's also good to go for a walk.

He wanted to take Yan Shuang to see the snow.

This is his first wish fulfilled for Yan Shuang.

When the plane landed, it was daytime in Geneva, the weather was not good, gloomy, and the clouds were gray, as if it was going to rain soon.

Ji Yao prepared a windbreaker and scarf for Yan Shuang in advance, wrapped Yan Shuang tightly, and took Yan Shuang by the hand to get off the plane.

"Cold?"

"Fortunately."

Ji Yao forgot to prepare gloves, and the two of them held hands, and the temperature passed each other, which made them feel warm.

"Will it snow here?"

"No in the city, it will snow on the mountains."

"Wow."

Yan Shuang exclaimed, the haze was finally cleared from his face, he pursed his lips and looked at Ji Yao, "Thank you, Ji Yao."

Ji Yao tightened his hand, "Go to the hotel to rest first, to beat the jet lag."

The two held hands and boarded the pick-up car at the airport.

When Yan Shuang got into the car, he suddenly swept to the side of the airport bus, his eyes fixed on it, causing Ji Yao to turn his face to take a look.

It was a few Chinese people, they all came here together, and they were all dressed formally. One of them was particularly conspicuous. His black coat set off his slender figure, he was wearing gloves of the same color, and he was carrying a brown suitcase. Blowing up and down the hem of his coat.

Inexplicably, Ji Yao felt that the other party looked familiar, so he turned his face and said to Yan Shuang, "Do you know him?"

Yan Shuang shook his head, looked away, and said calmly, "I don't know."

It's like seeing it somewhere.

Ji Yao didn't take it seriously, and when he and Yan Shuang walked out of the airport hall, they saw someone holding up a banner in Chinese, which read, "Warmly welcome doctors from China to participate in the Ninth International Medical Symposium."

Ji Yao paused, he remembered.

The doctor who gave the school lecture.

That day in the corridor, when he and Qin Yubai were fighting, the doctor seemed to be there.

"What's wrong?" Yan Shuang was looking at him curiously.

Ji Yao: "Nothing."

"Dr. Qi," the fellow doctor said to Qi Feiyun, "Dr. Smith will also be present at this seminar. You are his favorite student. Can you give us a recommendation then?"

Qi Feiyun was carrying the suitcase, and his steps were not in a hurry, and when the people around him questioned him again, he said calmly: "Sorry, it's not appropriate."

The fellow doctor was rejected on the spot. Although it was a bit embarrassing, it was difficult to continue talking.

The person who picked up the plane was a local staff, and there was only one Chinese translator. However, the doctors who came this time were basically good at English, so it was not difficult to communicate. After a few pleasantries, they went to the passage outside the airport to get on the bus.

Qi Feiyun walked at the end, and his peripheral vision kept sweeping to the left as if nothing.

The two teenagers, who were slightly different in height, were wearing the same khaki coat, wearing the same camel-colored towel, and holding hands, they looked very matching.

A dark luxury car drove up, the driver got out of the car and opened the door, the tall boy protected the shorter boy and got into the car as well.

Before the car door closed, Qi Feiyun looked at Yan Shuang in the car and hugged Ji Yao's arm with a smile.

"Doctor Qi."

Qi Feiyun turned his face back, and the local interpreter smiled regretfully and said, "There are not enough seats on the bus, please wait here for 2 minutes, there is another bus behind."

Qi Feiyun looked around at the companions who had already left at some point, with an indifferent expression, noncommittal.

After the bus left, another dark car drove up.

The car door opened, and the white-haired old man was sitting in the car. He smiled kindly and said in an exaggerated tone: "My relative, my baby, my god, God bless you for really coming."

His English has a hint of rising coloratura, full of strong passion.

Qi Feiyun replied coldly in English: "Long time no see, teacher."

Qi Feiyun didn't show much demeanor to the mentor who hadn't seen him for a long time. The two sat side by side in the back seat. Smith praised him for his still charming demeanor, but after a few sentences, he changed the topic to "business".

"Qi, I need your help. To be honest, it's like fate for me. I accepted the commission and you happened to come here. Isn't this God's arrangement?"

Qi Feiyun listened quietly, and said after a while: "Teacher, I have quit."

"No, you didn't quit, you have always been our most important part in my heart."

"I know you've lost interest in it, you're so good, so talented, it doesn't challenge you anymore."

"To be honest, I wanted to decline this commission, but..." the old man shrugged, "The Chinese are really rich."

Qi Feiyun finally glanced at him, "Chinese?"

"Yes, Chinese."

Seeing that he was interested, Smith immediately took out a folder on the side, "This is really a top rich man, and he offered a price that I couldn't refuse."

The folder was opened, and the words "Qin Yubai" were impressively written next to the client's signature.

"A long time ago, I rejected his commission, when he was not so rich."

"Of course...cross-language hypnosis is too difficult."

"But the situation is different now, Qi," the old man squeezed Qi Feiyun's arm firmly, with complex emotions in his blue eyes, "You are my god."

Youaremygod.

The old man spoke in a deep tone.

God.

What a cheap belief, just put these three letters on a mortal.

Qi Feiyun rubbed her finger on the client's name for a moment, then turned another page.

The second page of the document is the object that his teacher expects him to perform stunts for the client.

——"Target: Yan Shuang."