I Can’t Be This Protagonist

"Have you brought someone?" Yan Shuang put down the code scanner, his tone and expression returned to normal, "There can't be no one working here, it's useless for him to pay me several times the hourly wage, I can't let the skylight open in the store. "

"Bring it."

Wei Yichen is naturally very thoughtful.

A senior salesperson came in to take over Yan Shuang's job.

Yan Shuang took off his vest and explained worriedly, "Today it's my turn to stock up, thank you for your hard work."

"You can rest assured."

Yan Shuang walked up and down beside Wei Yichen, looking like he was in a good mood, "Coax me again."

Wei Yichen opened the car door, "Please get in the car."

Yan Shuang sat down in the car and blinked, "Is this coaxing people?"

Wei Yichen sat in the driver's seat, pulled off his suit, took out the lined wallet and handed it to Yan Shuang, his movements were neat and his face was indifferent.

Yan Shuang chuckled, took the wallet bluntly, opened it, and found an ID card, a black card, and three brand new banknotes.

Yan Shuang took out his ID card, "Hey, it's your birthday soon... 9.21, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Wei Yichen was silent.

Yan Shuang also knew the details of Wei Yichen.

His parents divorced, and they each formed a new family. Everyone treated him as an oil bottle. Since he was a child, he was kicked around like a ball by a group of relatives.

It is estimated that very few people celebrate his birthday.

Yan Shuang shoved his ID card back, took away all the three banknotes, and threw the wallet onto Wei Yichen's lap. He folded a banknote, leaned over, and inserted it into the neckline of Wei Yichen's tightly bound shirt.

The banknotes were hard to the touch, stabbing at the side of his throat like a blade, Wei Yichen glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

Yan Shuang had already burst into laughter in the co-pilot, "Take it to buy a cake."

Heartless look.

Wei Yichen's mood also became a little more relaxed in Yan Shuang's overly ruthless reaction.

It is far better to covet something you can never get than to want something you can get with effort.

For example, when he was a child, he really wanted to be the first place, and he knew he could do it, so he pushed himself very hard for the first place.

Sometimes he also wants a good pair of parents who love him.

That was something that could not be obtained, so his thoughts were only fleeting and did not cause any waves in his life.

Now Yan Shuang is the one who can't get it.

He didn't have to put any effort into it, because everything was in vain, and he could just settle down.

Yan Shuang returned to Qin's house, and was immediately taken upstairs by the servant. He went up the spiral staircase, his eyes seemed to be scratching over Wei Yichen who was standing downstairs. Humanity: "The butler is very handsome."

The servant walked silently and suddenly heard this sentence, stopped and looked back.

Butler Wei's talent is true, and the most valuable thing is his reassuring temperament, so he agrees: "Butler Wei is very popular."

"Oh? Does anyone here like him?" Yan Shuang asked with great interest.

"Of course not," the servant smiled and stood at the door of Qin Yubai's bedroom, "No one will be wishful thinking."

Yan Shuang worked as a nurse in Qin's house for two days, and quarreled with Qin Yubai almost every day. Qin Yubai's illness was not getting better, so he could only fight with Yan Shuang. On the weekend night, he regained most of his energy, and he taught him a hard lesson in bed as he wished. After talking to Yanshuang, he was sweating all over, and he finally felt cured.

Yan Shuang lay on Qin Yubai's big bed, panting for a while, then slowly bowed to his feet, rolled up the thin quilt on the bed, and got out of bed with trembling legs.

Qin Yubai leaned on the head of the bed and watched coldly, as if the roles of the two were reversed.

The ruthless person who pulls X out of bed becomes Yan Shuang instead.

"stop."

Yan Shuang stopped in his footsteps.

There was no light in the room, and the cold moonlight projected from the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning him into a milky white statue, cool and beautiful.

"Who let you go?"

Sweaty hair stuck between his brows, adding a touch of sadness to that thin face, Yan Shuang said lightly: "You are not completely sick yet, pay attention to your health."

This was originally a good word, but at this time it was said with a different kind of sarcasm.

Qin Yubai's chest was stagnant. He thought that his self-restraint had been improved to a level under the stimulation of Yan Shuang in the past two days, but he was still angry at this time.

Yan Shuang added fuel to the fire, "Don't wait to faint again."

Qin Yubai got out of bed and dragged him back.

Two full hours passed, Yan Shuang was served quite comfortably, and he was full of plot points.

He was lazy and didn't even want to move, his cheeks were pressed against the soft sheets, and he simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Qin Yubai was about to say two sarcastic words, when Yan Shuang fell asleep, he opened his lips but closed them.

In the darkness of the night, he stared at this face for a long time, and stretched out his fingers to slowly trace from the eyebrows to the two plump lips.

Yan Shuang's appearance is similar to Qin Qinghe, out of the world, clear and clean, is a handsome and cold appearance that can only be seen from a distance and cannot be played with.

It's just that Yan Shuang gave birth to two plump and bright red lips, even when there is no expression, it looks like he is begging for a kiss.

He was angry and pursed his lips tightly, but he had a coquettish air about him that he hated.

On the bed, those two lips were even more incredible.

Wet and soft, the red is about to melt, the lips are slightly raised, trembling with each ups and downs.

Qin Yubai turned around and lay down with his back to the person, distracted, suddenly sat up, turned on the wall lamp, and pushed Yan Shuang hard.

Yan Shuang woke up suddenly.

"Go back to your room and go to sleep."

Qin Yubai said coldly.

Yan Shuang got out of bed silently, but the thin quilt on his body was cruelly taken back by a pair of big hands. He sat on the edge of the bed, bare, and Qin Yubai pointed at the huge painting on the wall, "Push away, Drill through."

Yan Shuang looked back at him.

In the darkness, the two pairs of eyes are like animals in the jungle, and the different levels of carnivorous and herbivorous are clearly distinguished.

During this period of time, even if Qin Yubai quarreled with him, he was not serious, and even a little deliberately quarreling with him.

The emotional line that climbs steadily in the background also proves a point.

Qin Yubai was moved.

Slag Gong's temptation means the beginning of suffering.

The more tempted they are, the more they have to torture the object of their temptation.

How could this man be tempted by him?

Something must have gone wrong.

He had to quickly demonstrate in some way that he wasn't attracted to someone he didn't like at all.

such as humiliation.

Yan Shuang remained silent, clasped his arms lightly, and rubbed himself protectively. He got out of bed on tiptoe and picked up the clothes scattered on the ground.

"Don't linger," came a more grim order, "Go back to your room and wear it."

He was all white, bent, barefooted on the dark carpet, like a lost white deer in the jungle.

Unexpectedly, he didn't resist, hugged his clothes, and walked quickly to the huge painting.

The cramped sky, the towering snow-capped peaks, and the graceful human figures belong to that lonely oil painting.

Qin Yubai watched Yan Shuang push open the oil painting, and got into the hidden door. It was like he got into the painting and would never come back. With a stagnation in his throat, he had the urge to follow and drag people back.

He was left alone in the bedroom.

Qin Yubai was still restless.

Yan Shuang's rare suppleness just now, and the look at him when he sat on the edge of the bed...

He had already asked Lao Li. He passed out that day. Lao Li gave him an injection and went out with Wei Yichen. Yan Shuang was the only one left in the room.

Then, the person who whispered in his ear and said that he should not get sick and take care of himself must be Yan Shuang.

Besides Yan Shuang, who else would there be?

He was so stubborn, he was always reluctant to accept soft words, and he always had to talk back to him, but he also really took care of him and took good care of him.

Qin Yubai seldom got sick. When he got sick, he had to carry it by himself most of the time, so naturally he had no chance to be taken care of.

And he's almost a loner.

The only real person around him is Qin Qing, but Qin Qing has to rely on him to take care of her.

Outsiders see him as the eldest young master from a wealthy family. Only he knows how to support such a big Qin family. He has almost exhausted his energy, and sometimes he wants to stop for a while. Some people can really do it out of any interest. care about him...

Qin Yubai didn't sleep well all night. When he woke up in the morning, the family doctor took his temperature and found that the temperature had risen again. He was shocked and said, "Sir, are you catching a cold again?"

Qin Yubai glanced at the temperature, "It's alright, it's a little higher, just a low fever."

"It only matters if you have a low fever."

"I said it's fine," Qin Yubai said firmly, twisting his eyebrows and tying his tie, "Just take some antipyretics."

This time, he was sick for a few days. He didn't know what troubles would happen in the company. He was so anxious that he couldn't stay at home for a day.

Moreover, at home, he always... wanted to call Yan Shuang to his side, or scold him, or...

Qin Yubai rubbed his eyebrows irritably, and asked Wei Yichen who was driving in front, "What about the fakes?"

Wei Yichen replied, "I went to class early in the morning," he paused, and then added, "He said that this week's class is heavy, he lives in the dormitory, and he won't be coming back."

The back seat of the car was silent for a long time, and after about three or five minutes, Wei Yichen heard Qin Yubai's answer.

"Let him go."

A gleam of light flashed in Wei Yichen's eyes, and he smiled playfully.

"Also, is the person monitoring him going to make up for it?"

Another long silence.

"No."

He didn't care, Qin Yubai looked out the car window and pulled the hem of his tie fiercely, he didn't care.

In the school office, the professor is making tea for himself, listening to the explanation of his rarely seen student.

The water flowed down the spout and fell into the tea bowl, and the aroma of black tea permeated the sunny room. The professor smiled and said, "You mean, this matter is your own problem, don't deduct points from your team members, you are willing to One person bears all the consequences, right?"