I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Ji Wensong was wearing formal clothes, it was already autumn, and the weather was getting colder. He added a dark windbreaker to his suit and a pair of black leather gloves. He was holding the door handle. Suppressed all the charms of the room.

Ji Yao blocked Yan Shuang with a cold expression, "Go out."

Ji Wensong smiled, stepped into the house, closed the door with his backhand, and walked over leisurely.

The tables and chairs in the dormitory were messy, Ji Wensong glanced over and frowned slightly.

Yan Shuang seemed to have recovered from the initial shock, and desperately hid in Ji Yao's arms, holding onto Ji Yao's shirt and shivering.

Ji Wensong walked to the opposite side of the bed, glanced behind Ji Yao, and caught sight of a long, fair arm, which was immediately blocked by his son's food.

"go out."

Ji Yao's tone was cold and severe, and all the muscles in his body tensed.

Ji Wensong enjoyed the scene of the young man secretly tasting the forbidden fruit, and said with a half-smile, "I think you are doing something big, and I even forgot the anniversary of your mother's death."

Ji Yao keenly felt the trembling person in his arms shake.

The last trace of heat in the room disappeared.

"I didn't forget," Ji Yao said coldly, "At 7 pm, this year's dinner will be held at Xiao's house."

Ji Wensong nodded, "Yes, in previous years you always didn't know where to go, and I didn't bother to care about you, but since you are determined to improve now, I can't help but give you this opportunity."

"Let's come down first," Ji Wensong lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to straighten the sloping desk and chair beside him, "When the night is over, come back to play," he looked up again with a half-smiling look, "or simply bring someone over, or Show it to your mother."

"No need."

Without the slightest hesitation, his tone was cold with anger, as if offended.

The hand that was clutching his shirt suddenly trembled, and then it loosened as if it was hot. He loosened it so fast that he almost seemed anxious.

Ji Yao looked back and looked down at Yan Shuang who was curled up in a ball.

Yan Shuang's face was still pale, her hair and clothes were all messed up, her sleeves were half-pulled on her fair shoulders, she was very embarrassed, her eyes were a little dull and she looked at a point in the air.

From Ji Yao's eyes, he trembled and hid his face in his arms shyly.

"Still reluctant?"

Ji Wensong's mocking voice was extremely harsh in the quiet dormitory.

Ji Yao couldn't talk to Yan Shuang more, he could only hold back his unhappiness, stretched out his hand and grabbed the thin blanket at the end of the bed, put it over Yan Shuang, and covered everyone from beginning to end, and whispered through the thin blanket: "Here wait for me."

There was another laugh in the ear.

Ji Yao couldn't bear it, his eyes swept coldly at his father.

The father and son look very similar, and the age gap is not as big as the average father and son.

When confronted, they seem to see another "self" in each other's eyes.

No one likes anyone.

They both hate the other "self".

"Let's go," Ji Wensong smiled lightly, "or do you want to go to the bathroom to solve it first?"

Ji Yao's face was ashen, he himself was indifferent and used to Ji Wensong's cynicism, but Yan Shuang was thin-skinned, and now his head was confused, how could he stand up to Ji Wensong's aggressiveness.

Anger surged up and down in his chest, hesitant that Yan Shuang was here, Ji Yao still didn't turn his face, got out of bed without saying a word, walked to the door of the dormitory as if the wind was blowing under his feet, and opened the door, looking back and urging Ji Wensong with his eyes.

Ji Wensong leisurely glanced at the person who was covered on the bed, walked to the door in a hurry, looked Ji Yao up and down, and said in a light tone: "I don't have a good dress, what a formality."

Ji Yao didn't refute, he closed the door first, and after isolating the inner and outer spaces, he lowered his head to straighten the folds on his shirt.

Ji Wensong watched coldly, and after a while, he said, "It's okay to play, remember a word called "playing things lose your mind."

Ji Yao stopped the movement of his hands, turned his face away, and said coldly, "He is not an object."

Ji Wensong said slowly: "Oh, do you mean you take him as a character?"

Ji Yao knew that because of Ji Wensong's habit, no matter who the people around him were, Ji Wensong would definitely investigate their details clearly.

Hearing Ji Wensong's contemptuous tone towards Yan Shuang again and again, he couldn't bear to feel unhappy, and said, "He is my friend."

"Friend..." Ji Wensong tasted these two words, looked his son up and down again, thought it was really funny, shook his head lightly, and said with a sigh, "How could I raise you such an idiot."

Ji Yao is a genius, almost everyone who knows him says so.

- Except for his father.

Ji Yao's face was sullen, neither showing emotion nor refuting.

Ji Wensong looked at his calm appearance, and smiled even deeper, "It's a little bit more obedient than before."

The two father and son went downstairs one after the other and walked to the downstairs of the dormitory. Ji Yao turned his head subconsciously. The balcony of the dormitory building was empty.

"I like it so much, why don't you grab it back?" Ji Wensong said lightly, "This child is in Qin Yubai's hands," he paused, raised his eyes, and said casually, "It's just a plaything."

"I'll say it again," Ji Yao's eyes were firm, "he's not an object."

"As you like." Ji Wensong said indifferently.

"You child doesn't like to listen to your parents since he was a child. You always have to suffer a loss before you can have a long memory."

"That's fine, lest no matter what I say to you, you will think that I'm cheating on the old man, you won't listen to me at all, and you will secretly sing against me..."

Ji Wensong pointed at Ji Yao and gave a strong pause in the air, "Just a little bit, don't imitate your mother at that time. I can't afford to lose this person."

Ji Yao didn't say anything.

He used to be too serious with Ji Wensong, and often had to quarrel with his dictatorial father, but now he has understood a truth.

Quarrel can't win or lose.

Whoever has a hard fist is right.

Now his fists are not hard enough, so he chooses to be silent.

Ji Wensong's eyes were fixed on Ji Yao's calm face, he withdrew his hand, but a smile appeared on his face, "I have grown a lot."

The father and son returned to the old house first, and the maid was waiting for a long time, and as soon as Ji Yao appeared, he swarmed up with his clothes in hand.

"I will do it myself."

Ji Yao avoided them and took his clothes in to change.

Ji Wensong stood in the yard, the maple leaves fell from behind him in a daze, he patted the dust that did not exist on his body, took the mobile phone in the pocket of the windbreaker, lowered his head and took off a glove and handed it to the maid, typing slowly.

"He's still a kid, don't overdo it."

After writing it, Ji Wensong felt it was inappropriate again, so he deleted it. He didn't want to be laughed at as a loving father again.

A few minutes later, Ji Yao came out, dressed in a black formal suit the same color as Ji Wensong, with a stern face and a tall stature, he was a standard noble boy.

The maids hurried forward to put on cufflinks and brooches for him, and help him organize the details of his clothes.

After the maids finished their work, Ji Wensong got a son he was satisfied with, "Have you read the guest list?"

"No." Ji Yao said coldly.

Ji Wensong was not angry, "I've been busy with all kinds of messes all day."

"Forget it," Ji Wensong said gently, "After being confused for so many years, it's impossible to wake up all at once. I can't expect too much from you."

When the two arrived at Xiao's house, it was already evening. Xiao's house was a purely Western-style building. The boulevards on both sides leading to Xiao's house were lit. Snow-white petals fell from the light, paving the way all the way.

It was Xiao Qingyang who came out to greet him.

"Uncle, cousin."

Xiao Qingyang also wore a dark gray formal suit, looking less serious than the father and son.

"I've grown taller." Ji Wensong got out of the car and said casually.

Xiao Qingyang smiled bitterly, and he did not argue that it was impossible for him to grow taller at his age, "Yes."

Every time his uncle saw him, there were nothing more than a few words, which had not changed since he was a child, and it was all written on his face.

"I've grown taller." "I've grown up." "How has your studies been recently?"

Since he graduated a few years ago, the last sentence has finally been deleted.

Ji Wensong stared at him, "It's big."

Xiao Qingyang: Sure enough.

Xiao Qingyang bowed respectfully, "Everyone is upstairs, just waiting for you, I'll take you there."

"No need, I'll go over by myself," Ji Wensong waved and said as he walked, "Coax your little cousin, I interrupted the good thing, and didn't give me a good look all the way."

After Ji Wensong went up, Xiao Qingyang's shoulders relaxed, and he stepped forward and patted Ji Yao's shoulder, "You finally came here."

"You know, I don't want to come at all." Ji Yao said coldly.

Xiao Qingyang sighed.

Today is the anniversary of his aunt and Ji Yao's mother Xiao Suijun's death, but it's not just the anniversary of his death.

Xiao Suijun committed suicide, but he said it was an accident.

Rock climbing and safety measures are not strict, and fall off the cliff.

It was a tragic accident for a wealthy lady who sounded like a sports-loving lady.

On Xiao Suijun's first anniversary of his death, Ji Wensong held a charity party to raise money to help the families of the victims who died in extreme sports. Since then, they have used this pretext to become a charity party held by Ji, Xiao and Cui in turn.

Ji Yao never attended this party.

"It's all here," Xiao Qingyang put his arm around his shoulder and patted him comfortably, "You're here to practice."

Ji Yao did not speak, this was indeed a practice for him.

"Cui Zheng is inside, don't fight when we meet."

Ji Yao frowned, remembering the gray tie he had put away, and then thinking of Yan Shuang, wondering how Yan Shuang is now, if his mood has recovered a little.

"By the way, have you read the guest list?"

Inexplicably, Xiao Qingyang also asked a similar question.

"no."

Xiao Qingyang paused in his footsteps, and then stopped for a while before saying: "Although I don't think it's anything, I think I told you in advance that today... Qin Yubai will also come."

The footsteps beside him stopped.

Xiao Qingyang carefully observed his face, "If you don't feel well, we'll leave early for a while, like in previous years, go for a horse race, and go to my aunt's tomb to talk to my aunt."

Ji Yao was silent, his slightly thin profile face was radiant under the refraction of the crystal lamp.

Xiao Qingyang hesitated in his heart, for fear that Ji Yao would "get sick".

This year, it was the Xiao family's turn. The Xiao family's situation in the past two years has not been very good, and they will be crushed by the newly-started Qin family. In any case, Xiao Qingyang does not want anything to go wrong at the dinner tonight.

In Xiao Qingyang's apprehension, Ji Yao didn't say anything and walked forward slowly in silence.

"Brother, I'm a little nervous."

Yan Shuang sat in the car and tugged the tie between his neck uncomfortably.

When he received the call from Qin Yubai, Yan Shuang was reading a book with his legs crossed on Ji Yao's bed, and then Qin Yubai came to pick him up. After he went home and cleaned up, he was brought to the banquet in the original plot by Qin Yubai.

Qin Yubai squeezed his hand and put it down, "Don't move, your tie is all messed up."

"There's nothing to be nervous about," Qin Yubai said lightly, "You represent the Qin family, and it should be that others are nervous when they see you."

Yan Shuang smiled shyly, "How can I have the face as big brother."

"My face," Qin Yubai turned his face with a complicated expression of affection, "it's your face."

After several struggles, Qin Yubai still brought people over.

In the vast sea of ​​people, he happened to meet Yan Shuang, and all kinds of things happened with him.

It was no longer something that could be explained by a simple contract.

Even if Yan Shuang was different from what he thought, up to now, he couldn't give up anymore.

The thought of this person not being around makes me uncomfortable and irritable.

The moment he decided to hypnotize Yan Shuang, he also made another decision - he would be responsible for his life.

Qin Yu folded his hand and said, "I have transferred the apartment to your name. I will show you tonight."

Yan Shuang: ! ! !

Don't tempt him! He has already laid out everything, and plans to walk through the banquet tonight to clear the siege—expose the stand-in—gambling—break up and break up the four plot points, and then dump Qin Yubai.

Not even giving him an apartment.

Don't delay his plans.

Yan Shuang smiled at Qin Yubai, leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you."

OK, even.

Qin Yubai didn't know Yan Shuang's thoughts yet, and felt that Yan Shuang was happy and felt a lot more relaxed. In fact, he also wanted to understand later, he was still uncomfortable when he bought that apartment and spent thousands of flowers out.

It's too boring to spend money to buy a little fun. The apartment is transferred to Yan Shuang's name. At least one of the two people is happy.

Yan Shuang is happy, he is in a better mood...

Qin Yubai grabbed Yan Shuang's hand and bit the back of his hand lightly, "Be better in the future."

Yan Shuangyu bit him and said softly, "How do you call me good?"

Qin Yubai glanced at him, "What do you think?"

Yan Shuang blinked, "I think I'm very good."

"Heh," Qin Yubai sneered, "they all ride on my head."

Yan Shuang said shyly: "Let's go home at night and discuss the topic of body position."

Qin Yubai: "..."

He turned his face silently and took a deep breath, "Don't talk nonsense when you meet people."

"No," Yan Shuang shook the hands of the two of them, and the lights shone into the car one by one. After removing the glasses, he became more gentle, and he said in a calm tone, "I'm just joking with the big brother. "

Qin Yubai turned his face and looked into Yan's clean eyes.

Sometimes, Qin Yubai can still see the shadow of the past from Yan Shuang.

He wasn't completely lying to him either.

Qin Yubai clenched the hands of the two men.

"I know."