I Can’t Be This Protagonist

"Few young people are getting up so early these days."

Ji Wensong sat down on the tatami and said to the restrained Yan Shuang, "Sit down."

Yan Shuang responded and knelt down and sat down.

Ji Wensong: "Whatever you want to eat, I will let the kitchen cook it for you."

"That..." Yan Shuang lowered his head and whispered, "I still have to go to work, if you have anything to say, just say it..." He raised his head timidly, "I haven't asked you yet?"

Arms stretched out from the large sauce-colored sleeves, Ji Wensong picked up the tea bowl in front of him, and glanced at Yan Shuang with a half-smile, "Don't you know who I am?"

Yan Shuang froze in his heart.

As an old employee of the bookstore, he always bears in mind the safety rules, one of which is to never treat the aborigines in the book with a self-righteous and omniscient attitude.

This is a cruel man.

Yan Shuang quickly made a judgment.

In front of this kind of person, it is best not to play any tricks, trying to challenge his majesty in front of him, doing more and talking more will be wrong.

Yan Shuang simply chose silence.

Seeing that Yan Shuang was no longer speaking, Ji Wensong smiled and said, "Can I have Chinese breakfast?"

"Okay," Yan Shuang said no more, "Thank you."

Ji Wensong clapped his hands, and immediately a servant came over. After listening to Ji Wensong's instructions, he silently backed out.

For the next time, Ji Wensong didn't say a word, he just tasted tea quietly, his eyes fell on Yan Shuang, sometimes his hair, sometimes his ears, sometimes Yan Shuang's fists clenched by his side.

His eyes didn't have the slightest hint of sneering, like the executioner's trial before the execution.

He stripped a person with his eyes, definitely not to possess him, but to execute that person.

The breakfast came quickly, and it really was a Chinese breakfast, surprisingly simple, just the simplest steamed buns and soy milk.

"I'm getting older and don't like to eat too much greasy food."

"I don't know if it suits your young people's taste."

Yan Shuang took a steamed bun and took a bite. It was a vegetarian bun. Both the skin and the filling were impeccable. It was staggeringly delicious and not too burdensome. .

good to eat!

Yan Shuang decided to give Ji Wensong a score of 9:5.

If Ji Wensong had a better attitude, the score could be increased.

The soy milk is also delicious, probably because of the excellent raw materials, mellow and not bitter, pure sweet and soy fragrance.

This meal made Yan Shuang refreshed.

Ji Wensong finished breakfast with Yan Shuang peacefully, and took care of him, "If it's not enough, you can ask for more."

Yan Shuang said quickly, "I'm full."

Ji Wensong nodded.

This time, he didn't need to clap his hands, and a servant had already come in to receive the meal at the right time.

Ji Wensong ordered again: "Bring the things."

"OK."

Yan Shuang thought to himself: Dinner is coming.

Two beautiful maids soon came in, holding a wooden tray in each hand, and the tray was covered with a layer of black cloth, making it difficult to see what was inside.

Yan Shuang looked at it out of the corner of the eye, thinking that the blood of the devil is so particular that the cheques should also be put on a tray.

In his opinion, it was just Ji Wensong throwing a check and telling him to stay away from Ji.

In the ancient dog blood stories, the plot is like this, he understands.

At that time, he took the check and confessed his counsel.

Ji Wensong wiped his hands with the hot handkerchief brought by the servant, and said to Yan Shuang, "Open it and take a look."

One of the maids knelt down and held the tray in front of Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang lifted the black cloth in silence, and his pupils shrank slightly when he saw what was inside.

A bright red dress - the one that he discarded after going to the Internet cafe to smear Ji Yao.

Ji Wensong handed the handkerchief to the maid, smiled and commented: "The style is too old, the materials are too poor, and the tailoring is not good."

"It doesn't suit you."

When he finished speaking, another beautiful maid knelt down and raised the tray in her hand.

Yan Shuang was just surprised and calmed down for a moment, reaching out to lift the black cloth on the other tray.

Inside is another well-folded red skirt. Just looking at it like this, it is also very radiant and beautiful. At first glance, it is a high-end product.

It's very different from the one he bought casually for 20 yuan.

"Mr. Ji," Yan Shuang put away his weak appearance and said calmly, "What do you want?"

Ji Wensong waved his hand, and the two maids placed the wooden plate lightly at Yan's feet, quickly backed out, and closed the door.

The room was quiet.

Yan Shuang did not expect that he would overturn the car here at Ji Wensong.

In the original book, when Ji Yao and Yan Shuang engaged in sadomasochism, Ji Wensong did not object. It was always like watching a play. Why did he suddenly come out today and grab his sore feet?

Does Ji Yao know that the forum is his ghost?

If Ji Yao knew, how could he fool him?

Ji Wensong called him over to debunk the incident. Did he want to teach him a lesson?

Yan Shuang's brain was spinning rapidly, but his face remained calm.

"Don't you try?"

The soft voice interrupted Yan Shuang's thinking.

Ji Wensong said slowly.

Yan Shuang was stunned for a moment, and sat on his knees motionless, with a supple posture, "Ji..."

"Try it," Ji Wensong interrupted, his tone was gentle, but accompanied by an indescribable sense of oppression, which cannot be refused, "It is made to your size."

The room was extremely quiet. There were a few crisp bird calls outside the window. There was still a little aroma of food in the air. The tea was cold, and there was a smell of residual tea.

Yan Shuang slowly stretched out his hand hanging by his side, raised his face, and smiled at Ji Wensong, "Then I will be disrespectful."

It's not just women's clothes, he wears all maid clothes, this kind of skirt is a piece of cake.

Ji Wensong held the tea bowl in his leisure time. He didn't drink, but just played with the cup in his hand. His eyes were still the same, staring at Yan Shuang like a judgment.

When Yan Shuang undressed, his movements were very crisp.

His slender arms grabbed the two sides of the T-shirt, and rudely peeled the T-shirt off. There was no shy expression on his face, as if there was no psychological pressure for him to undress in front of a stranger he met for the first time.

Compared with the normal standard, he looks slightly thinner, because he is tired of all kinds of physical labor all the year round, and his body is covered with a thin layer of muscles, which has a fresh and healthy youthful atmosphere.

The indifferent and mature attitude is completely inconsistent with his immature appearance.

Ji Wensong's eyes flashed, revealing a faint smile.

His fingers picked up the luxurious long skirt, and Yan Shuang's hands stopped again.

Ji Wensong also prepared a "surprise" for him.

There was also a gadget hidden under the bright red dress.

It was also pure red, and the silk straps had a dull luster and wore two thin lace pieces.

Yan Shuang's eyes turned to Ji Wensong.

Ji Wensong had a gentle smile on her face, "Ladies should wear a suit."

The tip of the tongue twirled lightly in the mouth.

old man.

Very good at playing.

Thought he would be ashamed of this?

I really underestimate him.

Yan Shuang had a face full of indifference, and picked up the thin piece of cloth without embarrassment.

The long legs passed through the thin silk ribbon, and the fingers casually tied the satin ribbon in two knots.

The boy's bones are slender, his skin is fair, and the red color is even better than he imagined.

The purest red, integrated with the youth, is like a rich oil painting.

Shaking the long skirt, it was still a long skirt with suspenders. Yan Shuang slipped the skirt directly from top to bottom in a very unimaginative way, stretched out his arms from the thin suspenders, and carried his back behind him to reach the zipper below.

In all his movements he avoided being graceful or seductive.

Ji Wensong is not the object of his plot development, he does not want to make extra troubles.

The zipper was halfway pulled, but he really couldn't pull it up. He struggled several times but failed. Ji Wensong didn't make a sound.

Ji Wensong was sitting behind him, and all he could see was a back that was as white as snow, with a straight bone in the middle, which looked fragile and flexible, and his two arms twisted to reach the zipper behind him, causing them to flutter their wings. butterfly bone.

Red dress and snow skin, beautiful.

Ji Wensong said warmly, "Come here."

Yan Duan walked around the table without changing his expression, knelt down with his back to Ji Wensong and sat down.

"Do you like oranges?"

"I like all kinds of fruit."

"You smell of oranges."

The zipper slowly climbed up the back, itchy.

"It's the smell of shower gel."

"Oh?"

Ji Wensong let go of her hand and spoke in a loving tone, as if speaking to her beloved daughter, "Turn around and let me see."

Yan Shuang turned around.

The youth's curve from neck to collarbone is extremely graceful, and the thin sling hangs on his thin shoulders, making him show a kind of androgynous and fragile beauty.

The designer made a deep V on the front cut, almost opening the line all the way to the bottom.

Because their owner said that this red dress was made for boys and could be a little bolder.

The effect is really good, the outline of the bones is looming under the fair skin, and the natural style is unknown.

"Turn around."

Yan Shuang stood up and turned around slowly like an obedient doll.

The skirt has a slanted hem. When it is turned, water-like ripples bloom with a blood-like flower centered on Yan Shuang's straight and fair calf.

Ji Wensong praised: "It fits very well."

Yan Shuang remained silent.

"I thought that kid was useless, but I didn't expect that the eye for picking people was not bad."

Ji Wensong said: "You are very smart, beautiful, and scheming. If you were a girl, I would very much hope that you would have a child for him."

Yan Shuang listened quietly, waiting for the next sentence.

"It's a pity you're a boy..."

Yan Shuang thought, finally, come, come, slap the check in his face.

"Just give him a lesson."

The tips of Yan's ears moved, and the rounded corners of his eyes were raised, like a cat, alert and agile.

"This kid is always self-righteous and thinks he is the smartest and most remarkable person in the world," Ji Wensong said gently, "Help me teach him a lesson, okay?"

Yan's eyes flickered, "I don't understand what you mean."

"You understand." Ji Wensong put down the tea bowl, stood up, and walked to Yanshuang's side, the invisible sense of oppression came over him.

Ji Wensong reached out and patted the top of Yan Shuang's head, and the large sleeves of the sauce-colored kimono gently brushed Yan Shuang's cheek.

Such an attitude made Yan Shuang feel like his pet.

"You're so smart..." The dry and warm palm slowly slid from the top of his head to his cheek, and he lifted Yan Shuang's chin forcefully. Yan Shuang was forced to lift his face, as if he was slaughtered by his neck, and he met him. Ji Wensong's unpredictable eyes, "...and so good."

The beautiful maid sent Yan Shuang out, handed Yan Shuang three bags and an envelope at the same time.

"Sir said that he was very embarrassed to delay you for so long. This is a little gift for you," the maid bowed sweetly to him. "Welcome to be your guest next time."

Yan Shuang got into the car and opened the envelope first.

Ji Wensong did not disappoint him, and attached a check.

No more no less a million.

Yan Shuang received the check and opened the three bags to check.

There are three clothes in each of the three bags.

A cheap long dress he bought, a red dress custom-made for him by Ji Wensong, and... Ji Yao's white shirt that was spilled with wine and sold secretly by him.