I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Yan Shuang enjoyed this meal quite happily, and while waiting for packing, he asked the other person's name.

"Yao Jing, right," Yan Shuang said with a smile, "we should get along well in the future."

Yao Jing was a little overwhelmed.

He is a private detective, and the most common thing to do is to catch mistresses.

In this line, he is still doing a good job, and he is a golden sign in the circle of rich people.

Likewise, it is very annoying.

The experience of having dinner with a subject of surveillance in such a calm, if not pleasant, way is so bizarre.

Yao Jing couldn't help but said, "Why did Mr. Wei let me monitor you?"

"You don't know?" Yan Shuang raised his eyebrows.

Yao Jing shook his head.

The boy in front of him looks very ordinary no matter how many times he sees it.

He has been monitoring him for several days. Except for the occasional relationship with the two big figures in the circle, Yan Shuang's life is very ordinary, working part-time, taking classes, and is a poor student with a work-study program and excellent academic performance.

A poor college student frequently contacts the two eldest young masters in the circle. Judging by his career, it is usually an unspeakable transaction.

Ke Yanshuang looked too ordinary.

It's hard to get along with those peach-colored scandals.

Wei Yichen also only asked him to report truthfully after monitoring, and did not say why.

Yao Jing expressed his thoughts.

"You guys are weird," Yan Shuang held his cheeks and smiled at Yao Jing, "Do I really look so unattractive?"

Yao Jing was stunned, "I didn't mean that."

"That's what you meant."

Yan Shuang took the packing box from the waiter's hand and pushed the glasses to make sure they were worn firmly. He didn't want to do anything wrong.

"It's hard to accept, but the truth is, these men are fascinated by me."

Carrying the takeaway with one hand, Yan Shuang stood up and said to Yao Jing, "When you are monitoring me, you'd better stay away from me. I'm afraid you will fall in love with me."

Yao Jing sat in the restaurant stupidly, until someone outside the restaurant waved to him, and he followed him as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Go drive."

Yan Shuang commanded naturally.

Yao Jing agreed twice, and when he drove the car in front of Yanshuang, he thought in a confused way: Why is he so obedient?

By the way, Wei Yichen explained it.

"Drive," Yan Shuang said, "Go to Qin's house."

After Yao Jing said "oh", "Huh?"

"Go to Qin's house, where Qin Yubai lives, don't you know?" Yanshuang looked him up and down, "I thought Wei Yichen would find someone more powerful to monitor me."

Yao Jing hurriedly said, "I know where the Qin family is, but..."

He is the one who monitors Yan Shuang and sends Yan Shuang to his employer's house. Isn't his business completely ruined?

"Don't worry," Yan Shuang winked at him, "Let's go to the back door, quietly, so that no one will find out."

Yao Jing had no choice but to drive to Qin's house.

Along the way, Yan Shuang kept fiddling with his phone.

People in their industry are generally curious, and Yao Jing secretly took a look at the red light.

"Don't look," Yan said without raising his head, "I'm seducing men."

Yao Jing was choked, his head and ears were all red.

Yan Shuang sent at least one hundred messages to Ji Yao.

After deducting the 50 pieces of free information given by the package, there are 50 pieces of free information, 10 cents per piece, which is equivalent to 5 yuan.

Ji Yao can do it.

Let him spend five yuan to coax him, and he still ignores people stubbornly.

Yan Shuang frowned slightly.

Read the text messages he sent from top to bottom.

Every one looks so hilarious and touching, why is Ji Yao untouched?

At least say "oh".

It's okay to return to a full stop.

hateful.

He gave Ji Yao another chance at last.

"Ji Yao, I'll be waiting for you in the dormitory tonight, please come back, okay?"

Ji Yao still didn't return.

Yan double-crossed his hands and sneered.

Yao Jing on the side couldn't help shaking.

In less than half a minute, Yan Shuang regained his composure, turned on his phone and turned to his mailbox.

That's Qi Feiyun's work mailbox. Usually, Qi Feiyun doesn't log in to this mailbox in person. No matter how many emails he sends, it will be filtered by his assistant.

What a hassle.

If it wasn't for the fear of showing his face, Qi Feiyun would immediately turn into a human extreme sports enthusiast, disrupting his steps in the plot line. Yan Shuang really wanted to use this face.

After thinking over and over again, Yan Shuang still sent an email, and he made another interview.

When the assistant who had already left work received the email, he didn't care, but after seeing the sender's name, he hesitated and forwarded it to Qi Feiyun's private mailbox.

The people that Qi Feiyun took the initiative to mention are special, no matter how ordinary they are.

Suddenly, an email alert popped up in the lower right corner of the computer.

Qi Feiyun opened it without hesitation.

Emails like this sent to him at night are usually due to urgent mobilization for tomorrow's surgery, which is very important.

Sender: Yan Shuang.

Qi Feiyun's mouse stopped.

This is an ordinary email.

Yan Shuang said that he had a lot of questions that he didn't ask clearly last time, and hoped to meet Qi Feiyun again. Because he felt guilty for delaying Qi Feiyun's time, he wanted to invite Qi Feiyun to have a meal and interview him again during the meal.

"Does Mr. Qi think the canteen is too cheap? I'm working hard. If Mr. Qi wants, I can invite you to eat at a more expensive restaurant."

Always be so straightforward without any detours.

It was as if I wished to show him all my thoughts.

The cursor stayed on the name "Yan Shuang".

fake.

Qi Feiyun said to himself.

all fake.

This fleeting fascination with appearances quickly vanishes like morning dew.

He's used to it.

No more expectations.

The mouse points to the close button in the upper right corner.

The vehicle slowly drove to the west back door that Yan Shuang said.

The huge Qin mansion actually has a gloomy west back door, except for the messy plants, there is not even a lamp.

Yao Jing's teeth chattered, "What are you doing here, what are you doing here?"

Yan Shuang narrowed his eyes, "Shh."

He looked mysterious, "Did you hear anything?"

Yao Jing was scared to death.

He admitted it, he had a showdown, he was afraid of ghosts.

"Yan, Mr. Yan... What are you doing, what are you doing?" Yao Jing hugged his head, shrank on the steering wheel, and begged, "I'll take you back to school."

"Shh—" Yan Shuang said again, with a stern expression, "Didn't you hear it?"

"What, what?"

"Someone is playing the piano."

The melodious piano sound reverberated in the building.

The people who play the piano have a high level of qin art and are full of emotions. Even people who don't understand music at all will be impressed by this wonderful music.

The servant even forgot to wipe the china, and became intoxicated. It was not until the housekeeper passed by quietly that she woke up like a dream and explained embarrassedly, "The violin played by the young master is really nice."

"Yes?"

The butler's expression looked bewildered.

Wei Yichen went up with supper.

Qin Yubai is still working in the study.

His state was not good all day, his work efficiency became lower, and he was still restless when he came back to work overtime at night.

Wei Yichen knocked on the door to deliver supper.

Qin Yubai's face was very ugly, and with the injuries on his face, he looked like a mess.

"It's so late," Qin Yu glanced at Wei Yichen, "let Qin Qing rest early."

Wei Yichen thought to himself that the sound of the piano was too loud and interfered with his work?

It immediately dawned on him that it was just his overly pragmatic idea.

His employer loves and accommodates the weak eldest young master wholeheartedly.

"OK."

Wei Yichen put down his supper, went up to the third floor, and knocked on the room where the sound of the piano was heard, "Master, it's very late, you should go to bed."

The violin stopped abruptly.

no respond.

Wei Yichen was used to it.

There is a young master who is like a wandering spirit in the family. Shenlong sees the beginning but not the end. He never likes to pay attention to anyone. Anyone who can hear his voice is a gift. The most common thing is to see his profile sitting in the room painting.

That face is almost exactly the same as Yan Shuang.

Wei Yichen turned on the phone, and Yan Shuang in the photo was smiling happily.

Not pretending to be happy, but really feeling the heartfelt joy of the sumptuous meal in front of you.

The thumb slid lightly across the screen, as if stroking the pretty face.

Different.

How can a young master raised in a boudoir be the same as a mortal who has suffered so much?

Fish eyes and pearls are never the same species, no matter how similar they may look.

Suddenly a message popped up on the top of the phone.

"come out."

Wei Yichen was completely stunned.

"I'm at the west back door of your haunted house."

Haunted house?

It's apt.

lied to him again?

Wei Yichen thought so, but he still walked past the inaccessible west back door of Qin's house.

It was already deep at night, and the tall trees grew unkempt and arrogant because of no control, connecting them into a large, thick shadow.

The iron gate of the west back gate was entangled with dark green vines, and it was almost impossible to tell where the fence was and where the exit was.

It was quiet late at night, and no one was there.

Wei Yichen chuckled, he seemed to be getting used to being deceived and tricked by that little bitch, and he didn't feel angry.

These little dramas are a little entertainment in his boring life.

He is willing to pay for it.

"rustle-"

The sound of footsteps stepping on the fallen leaves came.

Wei Yichen's footsteps stopped when he turned around, and he turned his face back.

There is a smiling face outside the iron gate where the vines are intertwined, more moving than the moon.

He was carrying a bag and said softly, "Thank you for the treat, I'll pack it for you."

Wei Yichen stood there, silent.

He was wondering if this was a dream, and the person in front of him was imagining.

After being deceived so many times, finally once...I didn't deceive him.

Yan Shuang stood on tiptoe and raised his hand high over the iron gate, "Come and pick it up."

He stood outside the iron gate, like a dream falling into the middle of the night.

"hurry up."

The urging voice came, and Wei Yichen finally walked forward slowly. He looked into Yan Shuang's eyes and stretched out his long arm to take the plastic bag.

When the fingertips touched, Yan Shuang's fingers were cold.

"I am leaving."

Yan Shuang waved his hand at him, and when he turned around, the hand that had not retracted his hand was pulled by a strong force.

The other hand passed through the gap in the iron gate surrounded by Tengman and grasped his wrist.

"I made a reservation."

The voice was cold, completely different from the hot palm of his hand.

The implication is a secret that is unique between two people.

Under the cold white moonlight, Yan Shuang looked back and smiled, meeting Wei Yichen's flickering eyes behind his lenses, with a sly smile, "I'll think about it."

The emotional line rising to 15% in the backstage shows that the housekeeper is far from being addicted. I hope Butler Wei will work harder and be more involved.

Yan Shuang pulled his wrist out of the opponent's palm without any hesitation.

The residual warmth of his palm was branded on his wrist, and he waved at Wei Yichen, smiling innocently, his red lips slightly parted.

"Your boss is looking at you upstairs."