I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Back in the dormitory, Yan Shuang started texting and making phone calls to Ji Yao.

It's almost done. After sending a few more text messages, it's time to exceed his monthly package quota.

Yan Shuang decisively gave up trying to coax the eccentric Xiao Ji, and instead sent an email to his new egg Qi Feiyun.

In the hospital, the assistant was introducing the schedule for this week's surgery to Qi Feiyun. The email reminder flashed in the upper right corner, and it was opened with a swipe of his hand.

Sender - Yan Shuang.

"I'm sorry, Doctor Qi."

The assistant quickly exited the interface. All the emails in Qi Feiyun's work mailbox need to be screened by him before handing over to Qi Feiyun.

There was no way, Qi Feiyun was so handsome that he didn't look like a doctor, and his lethality was so strong that even his work mailbox was filled with all kinds of courtship letters.

Some people's methods of pursuing people are too explicit, and they directly attach various **** photos and provocative words to their emails. For assistants, it can be regarded as a work injury.

"...This is the situation this week. If there are any temporary additions, I will try to notify you in advance."

"thanks."

The voice that made people feel like they were about to get pregnant slipped across the eardrums, and the assistant shook and recited "I'm a straight man" three times before he cheered up and took the pad out.

Qi Feiyun sat in the office like a statue without life and emotion. After a while, he lowered his eyes and took out a CT image to focus on it.

The lungs are heavily shadowed on the image.

The man was terminally ill, and begged him to save his life with a sky-high price.

The short and thick eyelashes drooped gently, and Qi Feiyun put this CT image aside.

It's useless.

For such a serious disease, one, two, or three surgeries cannot save it.

He can only delay the speed of death.

He is a man, not a god.

Exhaustion follows him like a ghost. He has no time or space to relax. He deals with death and diseased bodies all day long. His life is also like a serious illness, rotten and broken, without medicine. Medical.

Glancing at the window, the folded curtains were half opened, and the sunlight came in well from the lower half, drawing a bright circle on the ground.

Qi Feiyun thought of that ordinary child again.

Vibrant, enthusiastic and cheerful, full of excess vitality.

Qi Feiyun pressed the communication on the table.

"Bylaws."

"Here, Doctor Qi, what's the matter with you?"

"Email, have you sorted it out?"

"Wait a minute, there are a lot of emails today, three minutes, give me another three minutes."

"thanks."

The communication hung up, and the charter heaved a sigh of relief.

so horrible.

Qi Feiyun's appearance is already invincible for both men and women, and even his voice is so good, with reverberation, no matter what he says, there is a soul-stirring taste.

Once on the operating table, a patient's heartbeat suddenly accelerated because Qi Feiyun suddenly said "relax", and he almost couldn't perform the operation.

Such a terrifying man.

The charter shook his shoulders and got goosebumps all over his body.

Three minutes later, the articles of association were sorted out and sent to Qi Feiyun.

About a minute later, the communication rang again.

The charter hurried to pick it up, "Doctor Qi, is there any problem?"

"What about Yan Shuang's?"

The charter was stunned for a while, "Wait, I'll take a look."

Too much mail, mixed with all kinds of love words, crowded in the trash.

Zhang Zhan quickly swiped his mouse and finally found an email named Yan Shuang. After opening it, he hurriedly browsed it. Zhan Zhang said, "Doctor Qi, uh, he asked you to have lunch with you at noon today, because it has nothing to do with work, so I..."

"time and location."

The charter was taken aback.

Qi Feiyun has never accepted similar invitations.

For invitations like this to eat, he would have to help Qi Feiyun drop hundreds of them.

Yan Shuang... is there anything special?

"The time is 12:15, and the location is... A cafeteria?!"

I read the regulations too quickly before, and there were too many emails, so I didn't pay attention at all, and when I saw the invitation location, I was so shocked that I was speechless.

"thanks."

Communication over there seems to be hanging up.

The charter couldn't help but asked: "Doctor Qi, are you going?"

"thanks."

The rusty and polite response made the charter wake up like a dream.

This is Qi Feiyun's private affairs, and he shouldn't be so curious.

After hanging up the communication, Zhang Zhan immediately slapped himself on the face twice to cheer himself up.

I heard that Qi Feiyun's previous assistant had a nervous breakdown when he was fired, and threatened that if Qi Feiyun "don't want" him, he would jump off the roof of the hospital.

Lessons from the past, he must be careful!

At noon, Yan Shuang was eating in the cafeteria. He asked Qi Feiyun to come together, but it was estimated that Qi Feiyun would not come.

It's okay if you don't come, and it's okay to have a sense of presence.

While eating, Yan Shuang received a message from Wei Yichen.

"The speech was very good."

Yan Shuang hooked the corners of his lips, and he began to actively seek attention.

The phone bill was about to be overrun, so Yan Shuang decided to ignore it.

After a while, Yan Shuang received a picture.

The black leather seats are stained with messy white marks.

Yan Shuang almost didn't spit out the rice in his mouth.

Shit, he spent a huge sum of seven dollars on a rice rib bowl.

Needless to say, Wei Yichen used to be a photographer, right?

How can I take pictures so artistically every time?

Like a flower wet by rain, the petals dissolve in the rain, strand by strand, sticky and fragile.

Yan Shuang admired for a moment, and calmly replied to the text message to Wei Yichen.

"Is it fragrant?"

Wei Yichen stood beside the car, looking at the two words on the screen of his mobile phone, a warm blood was slowly surging in his chest.

Holding the employer's high salary, he secretly flirted with his lover.

This is almost equivalent to economic crime.

No one can resist the temptation to sin.

Wei Yichen replied with an unlit cigarette, "It's dry, it doesn't smell."

He knew he was playing with fire.

Every letter typed by the fingertips is mixed with sparks that are ready to fire.

Dangerous and fun.

Soon, Yan Shuang's reply came.

"The following is the paid content, brother Wei, please recharge the phone bill and then talk."

Wei Yichen chuckled lightly.

When the one thousand call charges were received, Yan Shuang immediately closed the interface for chatting with Wei Yichen, and sent Ji Yao more than a dozen hypocritical text messages.

A lot of money anyway.

Let Wei Yichen fill it up after the flowers are finished.

"Mr. Wei..."

The staff tremblingly asked Wei Yichen, who was bending over and laughing with his phone, "What's the matter with you?"

cheated again.

The little **** probably used his phone bill to flirt with other men.

"It's okay..." Wei Yichen straightened up, put the phone close to him, restrained his smile, and said lightly, "Clean up."

Seeing that he was in a good mood, the staff quickly asked, "Where is this car getting dirty?"

He has checked back and forth and found nothing unusual.

"Clean it all up," Wei Yichen said gently, "Be careful, don't be lazy."

"It's off work, Doctor Qi."

The nurse greeted Qi Feiyun in the corridor.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The man nodded slightly, the hair on his forehead slid down messily, prudently and elegantly.

The nurses had been with Qi Feiyun for a long time, and they were barely immune to each other's charm, but they still blushed quietly.

They don't have that mind, but this man is too easy to make people blush.

His voice and his gaze seemed to contain some indescribable hint.

But he is such a serious and upright person, and the information he conveys to people is that strangers should not come near.

Contradictory and fascinating.

"Mr. Qi—"

Qi Feiyun's hand pulling the car door stopped and followed the sound.

Not far away, a slender figure was running towards him quickly, as if sprinting into his arms.

He stopped in front of him and braked suddenly.

Qi Feiyun suspected that he was about to fall, and stretched out his arm in advance.

The other party swayed like a tumbler, stood firm, and gave him a bright smile, "What a coincidence."

"skillful?"

It sounds really nice.

If he has such a good voice, he won't get twice the result with half the effort, Yan Shuang thought enviously.

"I want to chat with you. I just came across you after get off work, so I said it was a coincidence."

When the child spoke, his brows were beaming, as if he wanted to radiate all his emotions and infect others.

"I asked you to finish dinner, why didn't you come?"

Straightforward inquiries, without any sense of boundaries, familiarity seems to have been with him for many years.

Qi Feiyun opened the car door, "I didn't see it, sorry." He retracted his gaze, stepped into the car with his long legs, and the boy propped up the car door and continued to ask, "Can we have dinner together?"

Qi Feiyun glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

The boy's face was full of enthusiasm.

Is he chasing him?

Qi Feiyun lowered his eyes.

It's not the first time he's been chased.

To be precise, he is often chased by people.

He's used to dealing with this kind of skinny love.

"There is an appointment."

He deftly refused.

There was a visible disappointment on the boy's face, and his enthusiasm immediately rekindled, "What about tomorrow?"

"Also have an appointment."

Refused to this, I believe the other party should have understood.

He refused this invitation, not because he had no interest in Yan Shuang.

On the contrary, it was precisely because he had developed such a little interest in Yan Shuang that he refused more thoroughly.

The door is closed.

The boy's lonely figure gradually faded away in the rearview mirror.

It won't be long.

Qi Feiyun thought to himself that he would soon change his target and dedicate his enthusiasm and youth to another person.

Yan Shuang was simply speechless online.

Four eggs, one ignored him.

Even the most reliable Qin Yubai was silent as if he was dead. Could it be that he did it in the car in the morning, and he didn't need him at night?

He'll have to fix dinner by himself again.

Yan Shuang gave a cat-like face.

Sad, only Slag Gong invites him to dinner to be happy.

After moving a few steps dejectedly, Yan Shuang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran to the woods not far away.

The person under surveillance was dumbfounded again, "Hello Yan, Mr. Yan."

"Hello, hello," Yan Shuang greeted politely, and said implicitly, "How is your salary in this job?"

The person monitoring said honestly: "Mr. Wei's price is very fair."

"Do you include three meals?"

"...Meals can be reimbursed."

Yan Shuang was happy, and hooked his finger, "Young man, are you interested in wiping the public's oil together?"

Wei Yichen received a photo.

The photo was taken in the restaurant. Yan Shuang held the king crab in one hand and compared it to the camera, smiling happily.

The man he sent sent a message to him.

"Mr. Yan said he wanted to eat seafood."

"Eat," Yan Shuang greeted each other warmly, "I'm all part-timers, I'm fine, eat, what are you afraid of, I'll just open a ticket later."

It was the first time he met the person under surveillance with such a big heart, and said anxiously, "This is not a good idea."

Yan Shuang pondered for a moment, "It's really not good to eat seafood alone at night, let's add some fried rice!"

"…"

Glancing at the terrible bill, he could only quietly send a message to his employer, "Mr. Wei, can this meal be reimbursed?"

After a while, sweat broke out on his head, and the employer finally replied.

"Can."