I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Crazy, crazy again.

Xiao Qingyang squatted with Cui Zheng, who had just woken up, smoking with anxiety on his face.

"How long has he been like this?" Cui Zheng breathed out a smoke ring and scratched his stubble-like blonde hair.

"I haven't stopped since I came back last night."

Xiao Qingyang also took a breath.

With the sound of "bang", the tree of Xiao Qingyang racecourse was reduced by one.

"Cut down trees, it's better than chopping down people." Cui Zheng comforted.

Xiao Qingyang glanced at him and said quietly, "That tree is 300,000 yuan."

Cui Zheng choked on the smoke, "300,000, it's okay."

"One night," Xiao Qingyang compared the fingers of both hands, "Ten trees, gone."

Cui Zheng was stunned, "Is he not tired?"

Xiao Qingyang: "Do you think he looks tired?"

In the middle of the night last night, Xiao Qingyang was woken up by the roar of the engine. When he went out to take a look, Ji Yao came back. The car was parked sideways, and he rushed into the house aggressively. Then he raised the axe blankly and went out. Xiao Qingyang thought he was having a nightmare.

Horror movie so this is not.

"He..." Cui Zheng was speechless, "Why is he?"

Xiao Qingyang finished his last puff, "What do you think?"

Cui Zheng said speechlessly: "That little green tea is so awesome?"

"Can you take down Qin Yubai if you're not arrogant?"

Cui Zheng had nothing to say, and said directly: "Call your uncle, if the trouble continues, he will lose his hand."

"It's been called," Xiao Qingyang lit a cigarette, "the servant said that my uncle is resting."

"Isn't my son more important than rest?"

"The servant didn't dare to wake him up."

Cui Zheng was speechless again, thinking that Ji Wensong's style could be understood again, but he couldn't help but complain, "Are you sure your uncle won't let Ji Yao have an accident?"

Xiao Qingyang: "...I'm sure!"

Cui Zheng shook his head, turned his eyes to the front, and stood up suddenly, "Fuck, people are down!"

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same.

Yan Shuang slept very contentedly.

Xiaoji's emotional line is really good.

Ji Yao finally had a big fight with him last night.

Xiaoji's eloquence is really not good.

Tossing and turning is "break up", "you don't understand", and when you get anxious, you can't even say a word, just put a cold face.

How could it be more noisy than the little white flower Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang's small mouth babbled, "We really love each other, I regard you as an important friend, can't you bless me? Ji Yao, you have really changed. I thought you would be happy for me."

Finally broke Ji Yao's defense.

When the person left, Yan Shuang didn't stop him as before, and shouted at Ji Yao's back, "We will not break up!"

Ji Yao was so angry that his shadow was shaking, and he went out directly.

Yan Shuang gave Xiao Ji a compliment in his heart, and if Qin Beast was replaced, the door of the dormitory would have to be thrown off.

And Xiaoji, at the most defensive moment, still maintained his demeanor!

Respect!

After Yan Shuang got up, he dragged Ji Yao's number into the blacklist.

From now on, he is a ruthless love brain.

Don't bless him, huh, friends don't have to do it.

After Yan Shuang finished a class with a fresh mind, he received a question from Xiao Qingyang on his mobile phone.

"What did you do to Ji Yao?! I warned you, don't go too far. If something happened to Ji Yao, do you think you'd be better?!"

Mmmm, you're right.

Yan Shuang calmly dragged Xiao Qingyang into the blacklist.

After a while, I received another text message from an unfamiliar number.

"I'm Cui Zheng."

Yan Shuang turned around in his mind, thinking of a golden inch head, oh, characters outside the plot, block them, block them all.

Just put your finger on it to black out.

Sent a message from the other side.

In the photo, Ji Yao was lying on the bed and seemed to be asleep, her brows were still slightly wrinkled, the angle of the photo was flat and crooked, it looked a bit like a candid shot, but it was still very handsome.

"I'm tired of cutting down trees all night."

Yan Shuang almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Xiaoji got angry and stopped racing instead of cutting down trees? This venting method is so ungreen and environmentally friendly, which seriously violates the core purpose of this article.

"So **** talented, hahaha."

The other side sent another text message, gloating.

"Brother is awesome, I will serve you and make friends?"

Yan Shuang thought for a moment, but replied.

"Can you donate some money to the Xingxing Welfare Institute? In my name."

Friend bit, spend money to buy it for you.

Cui Zheng, who was holding the mobile phone, was trembling with joy, Xiao Qingyang came in, and his hair trembled when he saw him laughing, "Did he get back to you?"

"No, he also blocked me." Cui Zheng smiled brightly and lied casually. He was just having fun with Ji Yao, and he had no standpoint. Seeing Ji Yao like this, he really found it interesting.

"Did that call back?"

"no."

Xiao Qingyang's tone was frustrated.

Cui Zheng was happy again, "It's okay, he won't let him have an accident, by the way, just in case I ask, does that one have an illegitimate child outside?"

Xiao Qingyang glared at him, "After my uncle left my aunt, there has been no one around."

Cui Zheng: "You say yes."

Xiao Qingyang: "Shut up, you are the most annoying in the entire Cui family. Be careful, the old man will be back soon. Look at your golden retriever, you will suffer at that time."

Cui Zheng touched the short hair on the top of his head and grinned, "What's wrong, how beautiful, didn't you see it last night? My hair is still glowing at night."

Xiao Qingyang: "…"

"You are guarding people, I'll go first."

"Where?"

Cui Zheng turned back and waved, "Go for charity."

In the afternoon, Yan Shuang received a text message of 100,000 yuan in the background and synchronized on his mobile phone.

"Donated."

Also attached is a photo of Zhang shaking hands with the dean.

Golden Retriever, with a baggy black shirt, big white teeth, and a heartless smile on his face.

"There are pictures and truths."

Yan Shuang replied "Thank you".

A large group of people immediately followed.

"Dude, are you and Ji Yao really playing?"

"How did you excite him like that?"

"I heard that you and Qin Yubai also have an affair, is it true?"

…

For the talkative melon eater, Yan Shuang: Ignore it.

Seeing him on the opposite side and never returning, and realizing that Yan Shuang didn't want to ignore him, he finally stopped.

After a while, another text message came.

"Jinmu, Water, Fire, Earth, guess who has the longest legs?"

"The answer is fire."

"Because of the ham! Hahahahaha!"

Yan Shuang: "..." Well, let's block it.

When the unfamiliar number lit up on the phone screen, Yan Shuang thought that Cui Zheng had changed the number to harass him, so he answered it out of caution.

"Mr. Yan."

"Can you come out? I have something for you, sir."

At the back door of the school, the housemaid was waiting by the car with something.

"This is for you."

Yan Shuang took the box and saw the logo on the outer packaging at a glance.

"computer?"

"Yes," the servant smiled, "Sir said that he wanted to give it to you this weekend, but unfortunately the store was out of stock. When the goods arrived at home today, he quickly asked me to deliver them."

Yan Duanyu showed moderate shyness, "Please thank him for me."

"It's up to you to thank yourself."

The maid got into the car with a smile.

After the car was far away, Yan Shuang's face turned cold again.

Damn, now I am in the "ambiguous period" with Qin Beast, and I can't sell the gifts from the other party.

Not only can not sell received gifts.

He has to give back!

When I went to work at a convenience store in the afternoon, I saw what gifts I could buy, and just wrote a note.

Turning around with something, Yan Shuang didn't take two steps, he stopped, and said coldly, "Why are you following me?"

In the dark, a slender figure quietly appeared, still the same, with gold-rimmed glasses and a meticulous suit.

"Come to give a present."

Two identical gift boxes.

Yan Shuang finally knew what happened.

He thought to himself: OK, if you can sell one, it is one!

Qin Beast's will be kept first, after all, he is still the main coffee.

"Discount it." Yan Shuang said directly.

Wei Yichen walked towards him and stood still in front of him, Yan Shuang still looked indifferent.

The gift box in his hand was taken away, and before Yan Shuang had time to attack, another gift box was stuffed into it.

There is no difference between the two gift boxes, the difference is only in the person who gave them.

Yan Shuang gave Wei Yichen a light glance.

This seems to be the first time the housekeeper has expressed something akin to possessiveness.

Does this count as an apology?

Yan Shuang smiled, first put the gift box in his hand on the ground, and then took back Qin Yubai's gift box in the housekeeper's hand.

"After discounting it, donate it directly to the orphanage, thank you."

Yan Shuang turned around and left, throwing the gift box and the housekeeper on the spot.

The wrist was grabbed at once.

"Don't bother Ji Yao too much, Ji Wensong is not easy to mess with."

The voice was low and gentle, with a deliberate softness.

He had thought that if he fell into the abyss, he would not care.

But now, he was reminding him.

He believed that Yan Shuang could understand what he meant.

Yan Shuang pondered for a moment, then turned around with a smile on his face, "I'm easy to mess with, that's why you're busy, aren't you?"

The eyes behind the lenses were calm and unwavering, the rare kindness was rejected, and there was no sign of injury.

Such a calm and self-controlled appearance will only want people to use more and more force to break him.

Or, he himself knew that it would lead to such consequences.

And he was deeply looking forward to those things happening.

"I hate disobedient dogs the most."

With a gentle tone and a coquettish expression, Wei Yichen accepted this humiliation flatly.

It didn't hurt or itch to him at all, just like the slap that night, slapped on the face, the touch was more distinct than pain.

It's just another flirting with each other.

Wei Yichen's heart didn't have a trace of turbulence.

But soon, he knew he was wrong.

The person in front of him smiled so sincerely without a trace of falsehood, and continued to say slowly: "You may have misunderstood that I like you a little bit, then let me tell you, you are wrong, and I don't like you at all."

He was so sincere, not revenge, nor intentionally hurting him, his expression and tone were rare and serious, something Wei Yichen had never seen before.

The sweet red lips seem to have been poisoned by honey, with a clear arc upwards, every word with a smile, but every sentence with a knife.

"Qin Yubai is the bedding, Ji Yao is the decoration, and you are the condiment at best."

"I may use you occasionally when life is not exciting enough, but if you really treat yourself like this, I will be very troubled."

"Once a man is self-righteous, he is not cute at all."

The red lips gradually approached, and the distance between the two was almost kissing, but Wei Yichen didn't smell any scent on Yan Shuang's body.

It's not that Yan Shuang really has no taste, but that he has held his breath unknowingly.

"Among so many people around me, your only advantage is being sensible enough, promise me..." The fingertips slipped slightly over the plump tie, the end of the eyes were raised, and the innocent face exuded aggression that was out of place. Squinting his eyes, he turned innocent again, "Obviously clamp your little tail, okay?"

In an instant, a large amount of air was inhaled in the chest cavity, and the sycamore leaves, soil, water mist... and an extraordinarily strong citrus aroma.

The undisguised malice comes in the face.

Wei Yichen finally understood - he never wanted to tame anyone.

All the people are just his toys, and they get tired of playing and throw them away. He never puts outdated toys in his window.

Who has the ability to hurt him? Who can hurt him?

He can't, and neither can anyone.

Wei Yichen had many employers, but he never felt that he had truly become someone's servant.

At this moment, he had the urge to bow his head to the court.

If Yanshuang can never fall like this, he is willing to regard him as his true belief.

"and…"

The red lips turned away, leaning against his ear, and the warm breath drifted past his eardrums.

"You're not the first to see me in that dress."

- "Ji Wensong is the one."