I Can’t Be This Protagonist

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

A less efficient employer means that subordinates have to be more attentive.

Closing the notebook, Wei Yichen took off his glasses and gently rubbed the bridge of his nose.

His temples were sore and thumping, gradually matching the frequency of his heartbeat, and the resonance of the top of his head and his chest was bad, which was a warning to him that he was overworked.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Yichen held the table top and got up, walked into the bathroom and quickly took a shower, wiped his wet hair and touched the phone by the bedside, at 11 o'clock, put down the 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 the inner lining hides another phone.

There is only one contact's phone.

All this time the phone has been silent, like an old forgotten toy.

Wei Yichen stood in front of the jacket hanging vertically for a long time before reaching out and taking out the phone from the pocket of the suit lining.

Whether it was expected or unexpected, the phone still had no information.

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

There is not much information in the mobile phone, so I turned over one by one, and quickly turned to the end.

"It's okay, I miss you."

A faint light flickered on the screen, reflecting the corners of his lips that were slightly hooked at the moment.

Fingers move on the virtual keyboard for a long time and then let go. Forget it, disturbing other people's night sports is very unethical.

Suddenly there was an outrageous imagination in my mind.

What if he really did that?

Yan Shuang was lying on the bed lazily, his neck slightly raised, his eyes staring at the screen with blurry eyes, and he casually replied to his prey, then looked back at the gold master who was working hard behind him, and offered his bright red lips as a reward.

Throat itching, want to smoke a cigarette.

The phone vibrated.

For a moment, Wei Yichen could hardly tell whether the information on the phone was his imagination or reality.

- "I'm so hungry, I want to steal food."

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.

During the day, all the servants scattered in this house quietly hibernated, and the whole building was pitch black. Wei Yichen strolled through it, thinking of the "haunted house" that Yan Shuang had mentioned, he couldn't help but smile.

There is 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 can I eat, I'm so hungry."

"Hey," Yan Shuang beckoned with a smile, "you're not wearing glasses, come and see."

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

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

The distance was getting closer and closer, until the waist and abdomen were attached to Yan Shuang's drooping knees.

The silk nightgown was light and soft, and Yan Shuang's knees touched the hard abdominal muscles through the cotton pajama pants. He lowered his eyes, looked at the tightly stitched 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 gently touched the protruding Adam's apple in front of him. As soon as the Adam's apple rolled slightly, the fingernails on the fingertips slowly slid upwards without any hesitation, deliberately exerting a little force, as if to scratch the fragile throat. Usually, it didn't stop until the chin, and with a little force, raised the handsome face.

The eyes that had lost the cover of the glasses looked a little less affectionate, the pupils were unexpectedly clear, the wet hair was loosely draped, and it seemed that there was still a bit of freshness like the morning rain and dew.

"It's so beautiful..." Yan Shuang said softly, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, then immediately shook off his hand, his tone turned to disgust, "It's a pity that I'm not very hungry," Yan Shuang said calmly, "I'm not hungry," said Yan Shuang calmly. I'm hungry and can't find anything to eat."

"There is no meal in the kitchen today," Wei Yichen took a half step back, bent over to open a hidden cabinet, and said calmly, "Because their master has never come downstairs since he came back."

Nearly four hours later, the area of ​​the master bedroom had almost become a restricted area, and the servants did not dare to approach it easily, for fear of hearing something that should not be heard.

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

"Fast food for the servants to satisfy their hunger."

The bread is soft and fluffy, and with the housekeeper's hot glass of milk, Yan Shuang enjoys his supper with his legs dangling gently, 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 has gradually adapted to the darkness.

There was a little white milk stain on the red lips, moist and soft. The already plump lips were slightly swollen.

Unlike previous self-inflicted bite marks.

Yan Shuang's lips were sucked and swollen.

His black and white eyes moved to the end of his eyes. Yan Shuang was looking at him from the corner of his eye. After drinking the last drop of milk, he said, "The supper is very good. I'll give you a gift, okay?"

Leaping up the steps with bare feet lightly, Yan Shuang held onto the railing, turned back and hooked his hand, saying silently, "Come up."

Is it a dream or reality?

Wei Yichen stepped on the steps, and indeed stepped on the ground.

It was not a dream, Wei Yichen thought soberly.

The door opened but didn't close, leaving only a gap.

He wanted him to push the door in by himself.

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 fragrant nephrite jade. How could he know that his lover would sneak out of the room quietly and come out to eat secretly?

Reach out and gently push the door open.

The room was still dark.

Yan Shuang didn't turn on the light. He stood in front of the closet bent over, turned around and smiled at Wei Yichen again, pointed to the third door that opened in the closet, and said in a low voice, "Shh, calm down, your master. Just sleep in the back and come in anytime."

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

I see.

All the sounds in the room were instantly amplified several times in the eardrum, and a little movement might wake up their common owner.

Too dangerous.

The danger was so great that he shivered with excitement.

The sound of the zipper being unzipped was as loud as a bullet popping out of a chamber.

Yan Shuang is opening the suitcase.

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

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

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

Such an expensive dress could not be sold due to the fact that Mr. Ji, who wanted to be in control, couldn't sell it. Yan Shuang had long thought about using it as a waste, and wearing it to the right person at the right time.

Now is the right time.

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

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

The show had been previewed a long time ago, and the trailers had been released again and again, making his appetite so high that he almost lost his expectations.

But it still exceeded his expectations.

If Ji Wensong is here, he will find out how thoroughly Yan Shuang has perfunctory to him.

The fiery red skirt was loosely hooked by the fingertips. It passed through the snow-white cloud like a light, and the red silk slowly dangled along the graceful body, sliding across the white skin like a sympathetic hand.

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 fully enjoy the half-concealed style of this beautiful body.

Yan Shuang seemed to see through Wei Yichen's thoughts. He didn't reach for the zipper behind him, but pulled up the hem of his skirt and circled the room deftly.

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

The red clouds approached as they turned, and the scent of citrus spreads intensely around him.

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

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

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

Yan Shuang panted slightly and leaned against the strong arm of the housekeeper, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "Does it look good?"

Wei Yichen looked at him calmly, black hair scattered from his eyebrows, his face was white and red, his red lips were slightly open, and he exhaled a little hot air.

Since it is a dream, what if it is absurd?

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

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

"Snapped-"

A slap in the face.

It didn't even make Wei Yichen's face slant.

Yan Shuang was still laughing, not being offended and annoyed, he was still smiling, and his expression was a little joking, as if mocking him for being easily tempted. type, moving very slowly to ensure that he can see clearly.

"You do not deserve-"

Back in the room and laying back on the bed, Wei Yichen was still laughing, he couldn't control his meaningless laughter, his whole body went soft like floating in the clouds.

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

This name is all over my head.

Covering his slightly hot cheeks with his left hand, Wei Yichen thought to himself mockingly: It turns out that he still has a tendency to be abused.

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

The original "gift" is such a good thing.

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

If it is Yan Shuang, maybe there is something to look forward to?

It would be disrespectful not to return the favor.

Wei Yichen took his personal mobile phone to ensure that the other party would place the order after the notebook was delivered tomorrow.

It seemed that he was a little worse than his employer, Wei Yichen laughed at himself again, thinking about it in the night, it was hard to sleep...

When Qin Yubai woke up, he subconsciously reached out and touched the bed beside him—it was empty, he suddenly opened his eyes, sat up and lifted the quilt, only when he saw the wrinkled sheets did he make sure that last night was not absurd. dream.

Last night, from the bathroom to the bedroom, all the details were in my head, and now I look back as if the man who was madly asking was not himself.

Qin Yubai unconsciously touched his lips.

kissed.

More than one.

Dry throat and heart beating.

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

trade.

He and Yan Shuang are trading.

Last night was beyond the proper part of the transaction, so he would use the transaction to pay it back.

The person in charge of the commercial building received a call from the big boss early in the morning. He was so shocked that he was almost out of breath. He was afraid that something went wrong in the shop yesterday, but the big boss just told him to go to the store on the third floor and bring a laptop to the store. 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 and despise him for talking too much. What the big boss wanted must be the best.

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

"The newest and most expensive one."

"Don't hang on public accounts, hang on my private accounts."

"Send it today."