I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Qin Yubai could understand Yan Shuang's request.

Controlling his adoptive father's source of income and preventing him from gambling again can be regarded as a little awakening of Yan Shuang's endless tolerance for his adoptive father. He nodded casually.

The car became quiet again, and Qin Yubai suddenly said, "Come here."

Yan Shuang ignored him, "The contract time is too long for one year, three months."

Qin Yu squinted his eyes, "Don't try to get ahead."

Qin Yubai's indescribable plot is sixty-six days. If you reserve a little extra time for unexpected events, plus other time spent in the plot, almost three months are enough.

Compressing the construction period will greatly increase the average daily income!

"Let's count 100 days from today," Yan Shuang said to himself, "It's okay if you don't agree, let me get off at the front, I'm here."

The driver slowed down and waited for his boss's orders.

"Keep going."

The rare goods are available, Qin Yubai knows that he is very passive now. Fortunately, he is the one who controls him, and Yan Shuang is the one who is being controlled.

A fake was really not worth the price in his mind.

It doesn't matter, Yan Shuang has already revealed that he cares about his adoptive father. He wants to keep Yan Shuang instead of holding a handle.

Maybe in less than a month, he's already tired of the fake Yan Shuang, and he can't get rid of it even if Zhengchou throws it away.

Qin Yubai said lukewarmly, "If you have other requirements, let's make it clear at one time, don't increase the price on the bed."

The words were unpleasant and harsh, Yan's face was pale on both sides, and his eyes were lowered, "No more."

Think again.

As the night got darker, the vehicle drove towards the high-end hotel.

After the conversation just now, the two people in the car were tacit.

Now that the terms have been negotiated, it is time to honor the contract.

Qin Yubai's exclusive presidential suite is on the top floor of the hotel.

The luxury in the suite made Yan Shuang feel dissatisfied with Qin Yubai's stinginess again.

So rich, give a million? Men can be scumbags, but they really shouldn't!

Wei Yichen's efficiency was first-rate, and he redrawn the contract for the two to sign. After signing, Wei Yichen left consciously, leaving the suite to the two parties who signed the contract.

Qin Yubai sat down on the curved Italian leather sofa, leaned on the sofa with his hands stretched out, and stared at Yan Shuang with aggressive eyes.

Like looking at a product.

The cold eyes are critically trying to find the defects in the goods.

Unfortunately, this is an excellent product that hits his pain point.

With such a similar face, in the vast crowd, he couldn't find another one.

Yan Shuang knew what plot to go.

After entering the bookstore, Yan Shuang, whose moral integrity has long been broken into scum, doesn't matter at all, it's just a mission, not to mention the sex, this is not the type of plot he hates to go.

Since the core plot of this novel is indescribable, I believe that Slag Gong's technology should not disappoint him.

Yan Shuang put down the canvas bag, raised his hand and took off the white T-shirt very simply. When he was about to take off his pants, Qin Yubai stopped.

Qin Yubai got up and walked to Yan Shuang.

As a boy who has just come of age, Yan Shuang still retains the male and female beauty of a teenager, and the exposed upper body is as flawless as the jade carving.

The skin is not pure white, but a healthy ivory color, perhaps because the skin is naturally thin, and the flow of blood seems to be unobstructed.

This body is fresh and beautiful, full of life, he is suitable for any bright and upward thing, not waiting here for a man... to possess him.

Qin Yubai took off Yan Shuang's glasses and threw them aside, with a big hand pulling up the black hair on Yan Shuang's forehead.

The flawless white face was exposed in his sight.

Actually there are some differences.

Qin Qing is the moon in the sky, cold and cold, but Yan Shuang in front of her is an enchanting flower that grows there and attracts people to pick.

Where is the problem?

Is it the more plumper lips, the little mole on the nose, or the light that radiates from his clear eyes that seems to be indifferent?

"Are you afraid?" Qin Yubai asked in a low voice.

"Go up if you want," Yan Shuang said indifferently, "Don't talk so much nonsense."

In a hurry, thanks.

Qin Yubai's face twisted for a moment, "I hope your bones are as hard as your mouth."

Qin Yubai never thought to treat Yan Shuang gently.

This is his servant, and he can play as he wants.

Qin Yubai pinched Yan Shuang's cheek fiercely.

That fair and beautiful face was covered in sweat, pale and fragile due to pain, and tears seeped into his hair from the corners of his eyes. He was a flower that had just opened, and was brutally ripped off when it was still in bud, showing no mercy. Playing profanity in the palm of your hand.

Yan Shuang's body did not disappoint Qin Yubai.

very beautiful.

Also great.

Apart from blood, there is no need for any assistance.

The first time is always more destructive, there is no blood, how can there be the joy of opening up a new body.

He was the first man to possess Yan Shuang, and he wanted Yan Shuang to always remember this.

The snow-white sheets were stained with blood, and the jade-like body was wrapped in the sheets. The slender neck of the swan hung weakly, the red marks on the back of the neck were extremely dazzling, and the black hair covered most of his face, only showing Delicate chin and bloodstained lips.

Qin Yubai did not kiss Yan Shuang.

He can **** him, but never kiss him.

The wound on his mouth is a masterpiece that Yan Shuang bit out himself.

Qin Yubai stood beside the bed, and he brushed the black hair from Yanshuang's face.

Yan Shuang was closing his eyes tightly, his body trembling slightly, as if he didn't want to face reality.

Qin Yubai sneered, and didn't mean to pity Xiangxiyu. This was the deal they forged, and he deserved it. Even if he killed him, it would be Yan Shuang's fault.

Yan Shuang's bones were really hard, and he didn't even scream.

Qin Yu rubbed Yan Shuang's injured lips with white fingers, "Why bother?"

In front of him, there is no need to have backbone, because Yan Shuang is not worthy at all.

Yan Shuang was silent.

Qin Yubai did not disappoint him.

Life is really good!

Talented, simple and rude, except that the pattern is a little simple, it is understandable, after all, the settings of these scumbags are all virgins.

His body was set to be too evil, and after shielding the pain, there was only the coolness that made the scalp tingle.

If he hadn't bit his lip, Yan Shuang would have been afraid that he would ruin the plot by shouting too loudly.

Seeing Yan Shuang biting his lips and trembling slightly, Qin Yubai's body became hot again.

Yes, Yan Shuang was injured, but so what? He was just a tool he bought, and he didn't need to worry about Yan Shuang's feelings.

Qin Yubai picked up Yan Shuang, who was wrapped in sheets.

Night...still long.

The battle continued until the next morning.

Qin Yubai had no plans to stay overnight.

When the next day dawned, Qin Yubai suddenly realized that he had spent the night outside.

Yan Shuang, who was beside him, had messy hair, and his face was pale and red, looking extremely pitiful.

Especially the lips, in order not to make a sound, he bit himself too hard, there were little tooth marks and blood stains on them.

Qin Yubai struggled for a while, but still did not choose pity.

When everything was over, Yan Shuang was dying, and even his breathing slowed down.

Qin Yubai was temporarily exhausted, dressed neatly, fastened his watch strap, looked down at Yan Shuang who looked like a broken flower, and said indifferently, "I'll call you again if I need it later."

Yan's face was buried in the pillow, and his thin body was lying on the dark bed sheet, like a rich oil painting, which was the heavy imprints Qin Yubai left on this body.

Qin Yubai's eyes slid smoothly over the marks he left, palm prints, hickeys, bruises, each of them accusing him of his loss of control and the pain of this body.

Is it too much? But this is just a substitute for Qin Qing. If he is gentle, wouldn't he be exalting this fake?

The voice of the person buried in the pillow was shallow, "Ninety-nine days left." The tone was flat and lazy.

Qin Yubai's face turned cold, very good, it seems that he is far from collapse, "Don't worry, I will make the best use of everything."

Qin Yubai left.

Very hard when closing the door.

Yan Shuang shuddered.

Yan Shuang raised his face from the pillow and spat out the hair sticking to his lips. The advantage of shielding the pain is that there is no pain at all. awful.

No pain doesn't mean you won't get hurt.

Yan Shuang got up and went to the bathroom to check.

There is a mirror of equal height in the bathroom, reflecting Yan Shuang's body.

The undertone of the skin was quite white, which more strongly reflected how terrifying the traces were. The inner thigh was bright red. When Yan Shuang touched it, not only the redness of the skin was rubbed, but also the faint blood stains.

Really used it thoroughly.

But fortunately, it looks like some skin trauma, nothing serious.

Yan Shuang put a tub of water for himself, washed himself, and came out wrapped in a bathrobe.

Wei Yichen stood in the suite and saw Yan Shuang's wet and bare feet, his expression froze.

He probably didn't expect people to come in the room. Yan Shuang's bathrobe was not tightly wrapped, the straps were just loosely knotted. The deep V bathrobe exposed a large white chest, and the hickey on the chest was hot. The immersion of the water is more pronounced.

"Is something wrong?" Yan Shuang said casually, he limped to the bed and sat down unnaturally.

"President Qin asked me to deliver the check." Wei Yichen took out an envelope from the lined pocket and put it on the table.

"Oh, leave it alone," Yan Shuang turned his face and shook his wet hair, "Can I trouble you to buy me an ointment? I'm bleeding."

His tone was flat, and the blood in his mouth was as common as blood from his fingers, but he and Wei Yichen both understood where the blood was coming from.

Wei Yichen's throat tightened, and he said indifferently, "Wait a minute."

Wei Yichen made a call to the service desk.

Soon, the service desk delivered an ointment.

Yan Shuang took the ointment and limped into the bathroom to apply medicine to himself.

After the medicine came out, Wei Yichen was still there, Yan Shuang looked at him in surprise, his expression gradually changed from doubt to understanding, and his eyes looked at Wei Yichen sneeringly and frivolously.

"President Qin ordered me to take you back." Wei Yichen explained to himself before Yan Shuang said something strange.

Yan Shuang retracted his gaze, "Oh."

"Should the presidential suite handle meals?" Yan Shuang said.

Wei Yichen frowned, "What do you want to eat?"

Yan Shuang: "Porridge."

After a free meal, Yan Shuang put on his clothes, pocketed his cheque, and carried his old canvas bag. When he was about to leave, he suddenly said, "Can I take those fruits with me?"

There is a fruit plate on the table in the presidential suite, and the special fruits that are freshly delivered by air are replaced every day. After they leave, these fruits that no one has eaten will be disposed of.

Wei Yichen couldn't see through Yan Shuang anymore.

He can use his body to make deals and haggle with people, threaten whoever pays the most, sound like a vain bitch, or look at him with clean eyes and ask him if he can take fruit that no one eats.

Pretend?

In front of him, it seemed unnecessary.

"whatever."

Yan Shuang carefully packed all the fruits in the canvas bag, "Let's go."

Wei Yichen drove another car to see Yan Shuang, "Going to school or going home?"

Yan Shuang: "Go to Xingxing Welfare Institute."

Xingxing Welfare Home, where Yan Shuang lived when he was a child, was adopted by Yan Guofu and his wife when he was eight years old. His adoptive mother treated him well, and his adoptive father only regarded him as a meal ticket issued by the government, adopted orphans, and each There is a monthly subsidy of 500 yuan, and about one-tenth of it can be used for Yan Shuang. After the death of the adoptive mother, the subsidy completely went into the pocket of the adoptive father.

"Thank you." Yan Shuang politely thanked Wei Yichen, got out of the car and limped towards the gate of Xingxing Welfare Institute, the thin figure quickly disappeared from Wei Yichen's sight.

"President Qin, I have already sent him away... No, he didn't go home or go to school, he went to the Xingxing Welfare Institute."

"OK."

Wei Yichen got out of the car.

Qin Yubai wanted to know what Yan Shuang did in the orphanage.

After leaving Wei Yichen's sight, Yan Shuang stopped pretending, and he walked like a dragon and a tiger.

"system."

"at your service."

"The money collection anchor is at the Star Welfare Institute."

"Received, the money collection anchor is set. From now on, every money you enter into the Xingxing Welfare Institute will be synchronized into your background pension. I wish the employees a lot of money and get rich soon."

"thanks."

This is too eloquent.

The money-collecting anchor is the only remaining perk used by the bookstore to encourage employees.

Employees can put the raw money collected in the world into the anchor point, and it can only be the money generated by the plot line. It is stipulated that employees should not forcibly accumulate money in the world, so as to avoid the phenomenon of being addicted to making money and not going to the plot at all.

The money entered into the anchor point can be used by the anchor point or collected into the real world by the anchor point. The two funds are of different dimensions and do not interfere with each other, and only the same amount is the same.

Money collection anchors must not be set in any place where profits may be generated, such as banks, foundations, and the stock market are illegal.

Generally speaking, welfare homes and charities are popular anchors.

At the same time, it must not collapse.

For example, in some books, Yan Shuang's role is to lead a villain, so he can't do this. Every time he finds a money collection anchor, it is quite painful.

This book is very nice, and Yan Shuang was born in Xingxing Welfare Institute.

Yan Shuang: The Smile of the White Lotus.jpg.

"one million?!"

The dean was shaking with the check, "Little Shuang, where did you get so much money?"

"I won the lottery ticket." Yan Shuang smiled.

Dean: "It's too much..."

Yan Shuang: "Not much. For the orphanage, one million can only do very little."

The dean was moved to death.

Yan Shuang has always been a good boy. After leaving the orphanage, he often sent money to the orphanage. Even if he saved a cent for lunch when he was a child, Yan Shuang would donate a few dollars to the orphanage every year to grow up. Yan Shuang often works part-time. Most of the money he earns is gambled by Yan Guofu, a small part is reserved for himself as living expenses, and the rest is all given to the orphanage.

After the dean accepted the check, Yan Shuang thought about it, and was about to go to Qin's house for the plot. It seemed that he didn't need as much as 900 for food. No matter how small the flies were, they were meat.

"I still have five hundred here, you can take it too, Dean."

"How can this work, you stupid child, are you going to eat steamed buns again? Look at how thin you are..."

"It doesn't matter, Dean," Yan Shuang smiled warmly, "I'm happy to donate it to the orphanage."

For retirement, rushed!

In the distance, Wei Yichen looked at the boy and the dean with a complicated expression as they pushed back and forth the five hundred dollars.

In the end, the teenager won. After putting the money in the dean's hand, he turned around and left, as if he had never been injured, and his steps were much lighter.

Yan Shuang, who was walking towards the door of the orphanage, saw Wei Yichen.

It was as if he had suddenly returned from a beautiful dream to a cruel reality. The moment the young man saw him, his face turned pale and his steps staggered again.

Wei Yichen took a step forward subconsciously, and when he realized that he was reaching out to support him, it was too late to retract, and his hot hand was on his palm.

The pale face was slightly raised, and the eyes were still as clean and clear, "Thank you."

"Why is it so hot?"

Wei Yichen clenched Yan Shuang's hand and looked at Yan Shuang's flushed face, "You have a fever."

"fine."

Anyway, I couldn't feel the discomfort of a fever, so Yan Shuang didn't care at all.

"Take me to the convenience store."

Wei Yichen stopped when he got into the car, he turned around, Yan Shuang was twisting his body, and cautiously got into the car.

"Are you still going to work?"

"Ok."

Donating the 1 million sold to the orphanage, dragging the body with fever and injury to work, this person is either a lunatic or an angel.

Wei Yichen has always been an atheist.

He never believed in God, nor did he believe in angels.

The car's bluetooth phone rang.

Wei Yichen did not shy away from pressing the call button in front of Yan Shuang.

"What is the fake going to the orphanage for?"

The languid and low male voice was clearly amplified from the car stereo, which was more **** and impersonal than what Yan's parents heard.

Wei Yichen calmly looked through the rearview mirror to see how Yan Shuang, who was called a "fake", was reacting.

Yan Shuang closed his eyes, his lips were broken, and there was no superfluous expression on his face.

Maybe he still thinks "fake" is just a common derogatory term.

"Donation," Wei Yichen looked back for a moment, "He gave the check to the orphanage."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for about half a minute.

The sneer was sarcastic, "Is he mentally ill?"

Wei Yichen glanced at the rearview mirror, Yan Shuang was biting his lip, biting his slightly swollen lower lip between his teeth angrily, grinding it up and down.

That's how the wound on the lips came from.

Wei Yichen: "I'm taking Mr. Yan to the convenience store."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and Qin Yubai's voice calmed down, almost coldly, "Send him to the hospital, don't let him die."

After speaking, the phone hangs up.

"Mr. Yan, you heard me."

"I'm not going to the hospital," Yan Shuang opened his eyes, and caught Wei Yichen's eyes in the reflection of the rearview mirror accurately, "I'm going to work in a convenience store, and I won't die, he's too tall Look at your level."

Wei Yichen said indifferently: "This is President Qin's order, Mr. Yan, I remind you not to forget your identity."

Yan Shuang: Oh, his identity, his identity is your grandpa working worker!