I Can’t Be This Protagonist

"Please sign here."

The crystal chandeliers in the lobby reflect the dazzling light one by one, illuminating the noble son who is signing the signature.

Ji Yao signed with one hand and grabbed Yan Shuang's arm with the other to prevent him from escaping.

Yan Shuang lowered his head, boredly watching the plot lines and emotional lines of several scumbags in the background.

Except for Sheng Guangming's empty one, the trend of the other four is probably within his plan.

The three are almost head-to-head, and Qi Feiyun is the most backward.

For a cold-hearted person like Ji Yao, once the 10% confinement is lifted, the emotional line soars to the first, 25%.

In fact, Ji Yao is really a very pure person. His definition of a person is rigid, and he doesn't say it step by step. He recognizes what kind of person you are and will immediately put you in the corresponding position.

But still can't take it lightly.

Just like climbing a mountain, the progress of the emotional line is the more difficult it is to brush.

"The check-in procedure has been completed here, the two of you are here."

Ji Yao nodded and pulled Yan Shuang to go inside.

Yan Shuang's footsteps stopped in place, confronting Ji Yao's strength in pulling him.

Ji Yao didn't turn his head back. With a little force, he pulled the person to his side, grabbed his arm with one hand, and pressed the other hand on Yan Shuang's back, almost pushing him forward.

"No," Yan Shuang begged, clutching Ji Yao's sleeve, "I have to go back."

Ji Yao turned a deaf ear and pushed Yan Shuang forward forcefully.

Yan Shuang staggered for a while, then simply squatted down and sat down.

Ji Yao's long arm was pulled over, and he lowered his face to look at Yan Shuang.

Yanshuang frowned tightly, looking nervous and scared, and kept shaking his head at Ji Yao.

The housekeeper who was leading the way had stopped.

There are not many people in the lobby of the hotel, and the few people are all dressed in fancy clothes, and their eyes are obscure and restrained, and they look at the two people who are pulling.

Being stared at by others like this, most people would have felt embarrassed for a long time, but Ji Yao still looked as usual, "Don't be fooled."

Yan Shuang almost didn't laugh out loud.

We Xiaoji still have a bit of a cold sense of humor.

"I want to go back."

Yan Shuang's voice was low and pitiful like a small animal.

"No—" Ji Yao's words stopped abruptly, and his eyes shot to the door.

A group of bodyguards dressed in black rushed into the hotel, headed by the best butler around Qin Yubai.

Yan Shuang also heard the footsteps, and as soon as he turned around, he immediately said "Wow" in his heart.

Oh, many people.

Wei Yichen had probably been looking for him for a day. The original neat and straight coat was slightly wrinkled, and his face looked the same as usual, but his footsteps were a little more hurried than usual. Even the bodyguards behind him all looked gloomy and menacing.

"Ji Shao."

After Wei Yichen stood still, he respectfully greeted Ji Yao first.

Yan Shuang heard his voice a little hoarse, thinking that he had disappeared for a whole day, but Butler Wei guessed that he was too hard to find.

The black-clothed bodyguards surrounded the two people layer by layer into a circle.

Ji Yao didn't seem to see these people, he lowered his head and continued to talk to Yan Shuang, "Get up, go in and sleep."

Yan yanked his arms down, and was pulled back by Ji Yao forcefully.

Wei Yichen was ignored and not angry. He turned to Yan Shuang and asked, "Mr. Yan, he is waiting for you at home."

"I'll go back right away." Yan Shuang hurriedly picked it up, his eyes flicked past him in panic, as if he had been greatly frightened, and Ji Yao frowned at his panicked appearance.

Wei Yichen looked at Ji Yao again, "Ji Shao, it's very late, so don't bother."

He leaned over to help Yan Shuang, Yan Shuang obediently handed him the other hand, Wei Yichen held up Yan Shuang's arm calmly.

Ji Yao just watched, neither stopping nor letting go.

Wei Yichen supported Yan Shuang and said gently, "Young Master Ji, it is Mr. Yan who is in trouble in the end."

Ji Yao looked at Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang has already lowered his head, hiding his face deeply, avoiding the tracking of Ji Yao's eyes.

He has troubles.

Indeed, even if he forcibly kept Yan Shuang tonight, Yan Shuang still has to return to Qin Yubai's side, and may be treated more harshly by Qin Yubai because of what happened tonight.

Ji Yao knew how people like Qin Yubai would treat playthings like Yan Shuang.

Because his father was that kind of person.

Ji Yao let go of his hand, and his tightly grasped arm immediately fell down weakly.

Wei Yichen supported Yan Shuang and turned to leave.

"Don't hurt him."

Ji Yao's cold voice came.

Wei Yichen stopped, and out of the corner of his eye glanced at Yan Shuang beside him.

Yan Shuang lowered his head, and his hair covered most of his face, revealing only the corners of his lips that were slightly raised.

He was snickering, because of the rare tenderness of this cold noble son, he was not moved, even with a hint of ridicule, as if mocking that the noble son was as easy to get as he said.

"No," Wei Yichen replied flatly, "No one can hurt him."

A group of people left the hotel in a mighty manner, Wei Yichen stuffed Yan Shuang into his car and ordered the bodyguards to take the car behind.

This behavior is actually a bit abrupt.

The correct way to deal with it is to keep at least two bodyguards in the car, so as to avoid suspicion.

Because Qin Yubai had already tried him once, he should pay attention.

When the car door was closed, Yan and the two of them didn't sit still, when Wei Yichen slammed their arms around their waists.

The space inside the car is narrow, the nose tip of the two collided, and even the glasses almost got into a fight.

Through the thin lens, Yan Shuang looked into a pair of eyes with hidden anger.

He smiled slightly and said softly, "Angry?"

Wei Yichen was really angry.

Of course he liked Yan Shuang's little tricks.

The premise is that those tricks add interest to his life—not trouble.

At this moment, Yan Shuang is still creating "trouble" for him.

A soft palm stroked his chin, and the cool temperature seemed to soothe him.

Two plump red lips twitched, and he sighed, "You've grown a beard."

After a whole day of work, Wei Yichen was extremely anxious. He saw Qin Yubai's loss of control, so he couldn't stand his own loss of control.

Today's situation has exceeded the limit he set for himself.

It's time to stop.

His eyes were fixed on the two red lips that were born into the shape of a kiss, Wei Yichen used great willpower to release his control over Yan Shuang, he turned his face, breathed steadily, his tone was calm, and he said in a businesslike manner: " Mr. Yan, please fasten your seat belt."

Yan Shuang's palm was still hanging in the air, and when he heard the words, he threw it in the air, withdrew his hand, fastened his seat belt, put his face in one hand, and looked at Wei Yichen with a smile.

There was silence in the car, and there were several Isshiki cars behind.

Wei Yichen drove very fast and rushed back to Qin's house without speeding.

Yan Shuang has been watching him quietly, leaning his head against the edge of the car window, his expression and eyes with a gentle smile.

Wei Yichen stopped the car, and without a second he got off the car and went around to open the door for Yan.

He's a perfect housekeeper whenever he wants to.

"Mr. Yan, please get off."

Yan Shuang was sitting in the car, and when he heard the sound of cars behind him stopping one after another, Wei Yichen bent over, obviously avoiding him.

Yan stuck his head out of the car door, and Wei Yichen stretched out his hand to protect the top of his head.

The bodyguards behind him have followed one after another.

"You look angry..." Yan Shuang brushed his side, and the final sound was scattered in the air, "...It's not cute."

The servant took Yan Shuang upstairs and whispered to him at the same time, "Sir is very angry and smashed a lot of things."

The two masters of Qin's house are both very quiet types, not to mention the young master. Qin Yubai is too busy with work and spends little time at home. The servants don't have much time to see the master, and usually they are just in a hurry. .

Today, Qin Yu's white hair blew a big fire and smashed the wine cabinet in the study.

The smell of alcohol will intoxicate the entire floor.

Now, all the servants knew how much their master cared about the new servant.

Yan Shuang thanked the servant for his love and went upstairs calmly.

The servant led him to the bedroom and knocked on the door, "Sir, Mr. Yan is back."

There were two coughing sounds from the room, "Come in."

The servant pushed open the door and gave Yan Shuang a wink.

Qin Yubai was sitting on the bed. The lights were not turned on in the room. The wall lamps on both sides of the bed were on, illuminating the documents in his hands. He put a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose and fell loosely.

Hearing the sound of Yan Shuang pushing the door and entering, Qin Yu did not lift his head, but lowered his head and stared at the document in his hand, as if there was no Yan Shuang in the room.

Yan Shuang stood still at the door for a while, then turned to pull the door handle, and heard a cough again.

"Where?"

Yanshuang turned his back to Qin Yubai, and his whole body was about to melt into the dark night.

"If you don't want to see me, I'll go to bed."

Qin Yubai had a splitting headache. He had already made a fire in the study, which made the servants in the whole house tremble with fear, as if he was a tyrant.

"come over."

Qin Yubai suppressed the itch in his throat and lowered his voice.

Yan Shuang moved to the bed step by step.

The dim wall lamp illuminated his reluctant face.

Qin Yubai patted his side and said calmly, "Sit down."

Yan Shuang gave one command and one action, and sat down like a puppet.

Qin Yubai held the document in his hand and said calmly, "Where are you going?"

Yan Shuang didn't answer directly, and said lightly, "Didn't you already know?"

Silence permeated the room quietly, and the two people who had just slept with each other last night were arguing again.

It seemed that there was only ever a moment of peace between them.

The hand holding the document clenched quietly, Qin Yu Bai Qiang said calmly: "Do you really think I can't do anything about you?"

After speaking, he could no longer stop the urge to cough up his throat, put the document aside, turned his head away from Yan Shuang and coughed violently.

The glasses on the bridge of his nose threw up and down with his cough, hitting the bridge of his nose one after another. His body that had not been ill for a long time affected his whole mind, and there was a hint of sadness in his heart.

His life, aside from his job, was terrible.

Loved ones stay away.

Even a substitute could not be grasped tightly.

Qin Yubai coughed, and his cheeks also became hot. Resisting the discomfort, he stretched out his arm to reach for the phone on the bedside. The receiver was picked up in time and placed by his hand.

Qin Yubai clenched his fists to cover his lips and coughed, and turned his eyes.

Yanshuang half knelt on his bed, took the receiver for him in his hand, his face was light, he bit his lower lip, turned his face and avoided his gaze.

Qin Yubai looked at him for a while, then reached for the receiver and said hoarsely, "Dial 1."

Yan Shuang turned to the other side of the bed and dialed 1 on the phone for Qin Yubai.

"Tell Lao Li to come up, cough... um, let's get a drip."

After he finished speaking, he put his hand down the receiver, his face was exhausted, his chest was heaving up and down, and his face was morbidly red.

People who have always been strong and tyrannical seem to be especially vulnerable when they get sick.

At this time, he should take advantage of his illness...to kill him.

Yan Shuang helped him put the telephone receiver away and sat down beside the bed silently.

The doctor came up quickly and gave Qin Yubai a drip according to Qin Yubai's instructions.

"Sir, if the fever is severe again, go to the hospital to see it."

"It's alright, let's go."

Qin Yubai supported the pillow behind him with one hand, sat up a little, and picked up the documents scattered on the quilt. The glasses slipped a little from the bridge of his nose, he raised his head to support the glasses, and coughed again. , continue to look at the document in hand.

The family doctor glanced at the quiet Yan Shuang next to him, and said to him, "It will take about an hour to hang up. You can call me when you are done."

Qin Yubai listened, sneered, and asked Yan Shuang to accompany the bed. He would be damned if he didn't get popular, and when he was about to ask Yan Shuang to roll with him, Yan Shuang opened his mouth.

"okay, I get it."

Yan Shuang got up and sent the family doctor out of the bedroom.

After the door was closed for a long time, Qin Yubai regained his senses. He looked at Yan Shuang who came back like a monster, and said hoarsely, "Are you trying to make up for the fault?"

"I didn't make a mistake, so I can't talk about making up for it." Yan Shuang said lightly, before Qin Yubai could refute, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the document in Qin Yubai's hand.

Qin Yu said sternly, "What are you doing!"

"One less hour of work and the company won't go out of business."

Yan Shuang put the document on the bedside, turned his face, met Qin Yubai's complicated face, turned his face away, he didn't look at him, but reached out and took off his glasses for him, "Go to sleep, I'll take care of it. "