I Can’t Be This Protagonist

How was this recognized?

Yan Shuang did not understand.

Could it be that Qi Feiyun's hanging in this book has been opened to perspective? Isn't it too much!

"Doctor Qi, do you two know each other?" Cui Zheng on the side asked.

"Ok."

The towel was handed under his eyes again, Yan Shuang stretched out his hand stiffly to take the towel, raised his head and showed a bright smile to Qi Feiyun, "Mr. Qi, what a coincidence."

Cui Zheng was keenly aware of the difference in Yan Shuang's attitude, he pursed his lips and smiled without saying a word, as if waiting for the performance.

Qi Feiyun nodded to Yan Shuang, seeing that Yan Shuang's face was still the same, "Go take a bath."

The gorgeous voice is elegant and charming, and a very common sentence makes him say like an invitation.

Cui Zheng on the side couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Yan Shuang didn't dare to give Cui Zheng a wink, for fear that Qi Feiyun would see something in this comparison, so he could only pray that either Qi Feiyun would keep his aloofness and leave quickly, or Cui Zheng was smart enough not to talk nonsense.

Otherwise he had to admit it.

If the car rolls over, it rolls over. Anyway, his character is Shanlang.

Turned over, but not completely turned over.

Going into the bathroom of Cui Zheng's room in dismay, Yan Shuang glanced at the mirror, and his eyes suddenly froze.

All right, Qin Yubai, give him a slap next time we meet.

Why are you sucking his neck so hard? !

Numb, people numb.

According to the setting of the original book, Qi Feiyun is still a virgin, Yan bilaterally washes while delusional: What if he thinks this is an allergy?

After Yan Shuang came out, Qi Feiyun had already left, and Cui Zheng was sitting in the living room, playing with a small box in his hand.

When Yan Shuang saw the box in his hand, his heartbeat stopped again, and squinted his eyes and said, "Hey, it's not good for you to rummage through my bag like this."

"no--"

Seeing him coming out, Cui Zheng first looked at him up and down, and praised: "Yo, a beautiful beauty." Then he explained: "What is this in your bag, so much, put it on the suitcase It fell and spilled on the ground, and I picked it up for you, don't beat up a good person."

Yan Shuang looked at the entrance.

The suitcase and his rucksack stood there quietly, especially out of place in this upscale apartment.

Yan's eyes darkened for a while.

Okay, it's not wrong that this car rolled over.

After all, who would have thought that a passerby like Cui Zheng would live in two scumbags upstairs?

Now Yan Shuang wants to know one thing.

"Was Qi Feiyun there when the thing fell out?" Yan Shuang asked calmly.

"Yes, Doctor Qi helped me pick it up."

Yan Shuang: "..." Haha, wanted to laugh.

"Hey, what's the relationship between you and Doctor Qi?" Cui Zheng threw the box in his hand from left to right, back and forth with a look of great interest, "I asked him how you two met, and he said 'hospital' , are you looking for him to see a doctor? I remember he is a surgeon, he specializes in that kind of terminally ill surgery, you have a terminal illness?"

"Yes, I have a terminal illness and I'm dying," Yan said with no expression on his face, "I can't go out with you this afternoon, I'll go back to school first."

Cui Zheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud again. After laughing to himself for a while, he said, "Why are you going back to school when you're about to die? Of course you have to go out and have fun."

Yan Shuang thought to himself that even if he died and was buried in the ground, he would still shout out loudly - "I want to retire!"

It doesn't matter, don't panic, it's just that the villain pretending to be in front of the characters has collapsed. What's the big deal?

Ace employees, there is always a way to solve problems.

Yan Shuang went to drag the suitcase without saying a word.

Cui Zheng sat on the sofa and didn't stop him. When he opened the door, he said slowly, "It seems that you can't go to Doctor Qi's appointment."

The door is closed.

Yan Shuang turned his head with a standard smile, and folded his hands dignifiedly in front of him, "What appointment?"

Cui Zheng held the box and laughed until his stomach hurt.

When he was twenty-five years old, he had never met anyone more interesting than Yan Shuang.

It turned out that after Yan Shuang went in to take a bath, Cui Zheng sent Qi Feiyun out and asked Qi Feiyun what his relationship with Yan Shuang was.

When the two walked to the entrance, Yan Shuang's bag fell, and the small box inside was spilled on the ground.

"I still think it's something valuable, a pile of rubbish," Cui Zheng laughed, "so that we both help you clean it up."

"Your glasses fell out of your bag, and I casually mentioned that you wore invisible all night."

"Doctor Qi still cares about you," Cui Zheng glanced at Yan Shuang's eyes that were still red like rabbits. "It's a big deal or a small matter. I'll ask you to come to his house and have a look." In the end, his lips were upturned, and he said with a sarcastic tone: "You have mixed tastes."

"But your vision is really good. Doctor Qi is a famous golden hand in the circle. One operation is worth a thousand dollars."

"Others hold money, he holds life."

"Everyone in this circle cherishes their lives, and no one dares to offend the doctor if they offend anyone."

Cui Zheng finally commented: "At least not worse than your housekeeper."

"But I still don't understand," Cui Zheng threw the box in his hand again, "Any one of Ji Yao and Qin Yubai is enough for you to earn enough money, so why bother to seek distance?"

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand, intercepted the box thrown by Cui Zheng from the air, and said indifferently: "The most basic investment theory tells us that eggs cannot be placed in the same basket."

Cui Zheng was shocked by his agile skills, and then grinned, "Then what do you think of me?"

Yan Shuang glanced at him.

Cui Zheng put on a pose that he thought was handsome.

Yan Shuang took out the glasses from his bag and put them on, and said lightly, "I think you don't like men at all."

Cui Zheng was stunned, "Can you see that too?"

Yan Shuang pushed his glasses, "Leave the things here, I'll go back when I go." He opened the door and walked out, then leaned back, "If I don't come back, don't come downstairs to find me."

The elevator goes down one floor.

Yan Shuang walked out of the elevator and saw two doors facing each other.

It's all his eggs.

Hey-hey.

The one on the left belongs to Qi Feiyun.

Yan Shuang rang the doorbell, the doorbell rang twice, and the dark door opened.

At Cui Zheng's house, Yan Shuang kept his head down and didn't look at Qi Feiyun at all.

loss.

It's so beautiful in the world, you can earn it at a glance.

Qi Feiyun put on a very homely dress, a gray loose T-shirt, revealing the long and slender arms that were usually hidden in the white robe, and the hair was not combed back meticulously like in the hospital, it was soft and loose, not gentle, but rather It seems a little unreal.

Yan Shuang: He gave Qi Feiyun 9.5 points today. If Qi Feiyun believes that his neck is allergic, he will give Qi Feiyun another 0.1 points!

"Mr. Qi, what a coincidence," Yan Shuang put on the face of a fool and a straight man, scratching the back of his head, "I really didn't expect you to live upstairs in Master Cui's house."

"come in."

Qi Feiyun didn't answer and opened the door directly.

The layout of Qi Feiyun's house is almost identical to that of Cui Zheng's, but the decoration style is completely different.

At first glance, Cui Zheng's room was not moved by the developers after installation.

Qi Feiyun's room is quite personal, symmetrical, rigid, and indifferent.

What is the reason for a person who likes extreme sports of the human body to make his home like a cage?

"Please sit down."

The pure black leather sofa, the air conditioner has been blowing all day, and it is cold and cold to sit on.

A glass of water was placed on the black marble coffee table in front of him, "Wait a minute."

Yan Shuang didn't drink.

He was afraid that if he drank it, the chapter would be locked in the next second.

Qi Feiyun turned around and walked into the innermost room, which corresponds to the leaking bathroom at Cui Zheng's house.

After a while, Qi Feiyun came out with a tray in his hand.

Yan Shuang noticed that he was wearing a pair of rubber gloves.

The creamy white gloves cut his wrists and palms open, and the visual texture of the skin and rubber makes people feel nervous involuntarily.

There are some bottles and jars on the tray.

Qi Feiyun sat down, the leather sofa softened and collapsed, the vibration was transmitted to Yan Shuang, Yan Shuang calmed down, and said, "I worked a night job last night, and it was too late to come back, so I forgot to take the invisibility. Glasses, Teacher Qi, is there any problem?"

The cold touch of the gloves touched his face, Yan Shuang dodged subconsciously, and was twisted back by a moderate force.

"do not move."

"let me check."

The glasses were taken off and the eyelids were pulled up. From Yan Shuang's perspective, only Qi Feiyun's lips could be seen, thin and dry.

"Does it hurt?"

His lips moved slightly, his voice ecstatic.

Yan Shuang: "...It hurts, it hurts especially, it's sore and swollen."

Almost forgot about his fear of pain.

"No big problem," Qi Feiyun let go, "drop some medicine first, then observe for two days."

When he speaks, his tone is actually very flat, but his voice and attitude are so gentle, it will give people the illusion that he is caring about him.

"Look up."

Yan Shuang heard the words and raised his head obediently.

The neck was lightly shaved.

Still the same cold foreign body touch.

"Lift up a little more."

Yan Shuang raised his head as hard as he could, the skin on his neck felt tugging, and his Adam's apple rolled uncomfortably.

Qi Feiyun glanced at his neck.

Slender, fair, and a hickey that has not yet expired.

"It's time to drop the potion."

Qi Feiyun leaned over, and Yan Shuang involuntarily put his hands on the sofa behind him to keep his balance.

"It's going to be a little cold."

A drop of the potion dropped, the red eyes blinked instinctively, the eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and when they opened again, there was already a puddle of water in the eyes, as if they were crying.

Yan Shuang saw a large white chest in the hazy mist.

The neckline of Qi Feiyun's T-shirt is too large. He is kneeling on one knee on the sofa, and his leaning posture leaves the neckline empty.

The abs are awesome.

Yan Shuang praised in his heart.

Potion was dripping from both eyes, and Yan Shuang was about to sit upright when his eyes were covered by gel gloves.

"Close your eyes and rest for a while."

"Okay, thank you Teacher Qi."

Yan Shuang raised his head and made an honest and well-behaved appearance.

Even though the pair of gloves never left after he promised, he didn't express any dissatisfaction, but took the initiative to say: "Mr. Qi, I don't know what's going on on my neck, it's a red one, it's stabbing and hurting, isn't it? Are you allergic?"

He has a carefree attitude and has no scruples.

The sight is deprived, and the rest of the senses become particularly prominent.

But Yanshuang didn't feel the slightest change in Qi Feiyun's breathing.

"What did you do last night, or what did you eat?"

The tone is flat, the attitude of the doctor asking the patient.

"Last night I worked part-time, after that, Master Cui said that he would let me stay here for two days, to clean him up and so on. It could be considered as a part-time job. I had dinner with Master Cui and drank some wine... I'm not allergic to alcohol either..."

Yan Shuang finished slowly in a tone of incomprehensible memory, "Mr. Qi, what you ate yesterday didn't seem to be anything special. Do you think it was an allergy, or was it bitten by a bug?"

The living room was so quiet that only Yan Shuang's end of doubt was heard.

The gloves that cover the eyes are slightly warm due to the temperature of the human body.

"Not an allergy."

"It's not a bug either."

Qi Feiyun released his palm.

Yan Shuang sat upright, rubbed his neck first, blinked his eyes twice, and then said to Qi Feiyun innocently, "What is that?"

With his hands folded on his knees, Qi Feiyun looked at him quietly, his eyes seemed to be looking through Yan's clean and flawless eyes, all the way to the deepest part of his soul.

"What do you say?"

Soft tone.

"I do not know."

Yan Shuang's round eyes pretended to be pure.

"Really?" Qi Feiyun lowered his eyelashes, "That may... need further examination."

"Undress."