I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Ji Yao was injured, but Yan Shuang was crying.

Yan Shuang hugged Ji Yao's arm and cried all the way.

In fact, Ji Yao had already said that he was fine, but the more he said that, the more Yan Shuang cried.

Yan Shuang cried silently, but kept shedding tears, dropping drop by drop on Ji Yao's sleeve.

Almost everyone who passed by on the campus would cast a strange look at them, Ji Yao didn't care, and only looked at Yan Shuang who bowed his head deeply from the corner of his eye.

Love the wrong person.

be let down.

What happens every day under the sun.

The people in the dormitory haven't come back yet.

As soon as the door closed, Yan Shuang threw himself into Ji Yao's arms and shed tears.

Ji Yao was still a little stiff and was not used to it. He stood still for a while, and finally reached out and stroked the top of Fu Yanshuang's head.

"From today," Ji Yao said in a flat tone, "I won't let him approach you again." He paused, then added: "You are also not allowed to approach him again."

Yanshuang buried himself in his chest and gave a thick nasal "um". He raised his head and revealed a face that was white with tears, "Ji Yao, let me see if your injuries are okay?"

"nothing."

"I'll just take a look when I beg you."

It was always so easy to show such a pitiful expression now. At the beginning, he was obviously very bored, Ji Yao thought about it, unbuttoned the button under his shirt, and gently lifted the hem.

When Yan Shuang saw the bruise on Ji Yao's abdomen, his eyelids twitched slightly.

Qin Yubai, this dog thing, he has never touched his abdominal muscles. If he breaks it, it will be over to see if he can slap him or not.

Fingertips tapped lightly.

The muscles of the boy's waist and abdomen were smooth and elastic, slightly hot due to the injury, and when he was touched like that, it rose and fell like a wave, his footsteps also retreated, and his brows were lightly furrowed.

"It must be very painful, right?" Yan Shuang's face was full of guilt, and his eyes were pure.

Ji Yao shook his head, "Nothing."

He pulled his shirt to button it up, but Yan Shuang grabbed the placket on both sides.

"Where else? Let me see."

"nothing."

"Just let me see, or we'll go to the hospital and you'll be bleeding..."

The tone was anxious and flustered, with a cry that seemed to grow thicker again.

Ji Yao wanted to pull Yan Shuang's hand away, but he was worried that it would hurt Yan Shuang.

"No, I have to watch..."

Throwing the mouse, pulling and pulling, Ji Yao kept retreating, stumbled on something under his feet, and fell onto the bed, together with Yan Shuang who was being held by him.

The cramped single bed made a heavy creak.

The chatter and the constant tugging came to an abrupt end.

Four eyes facing each other.

One pair of eyes is deep and calm, while the other pair is full of surprise and surprise.

The wrist clasped in the palm of his hand was as thin as a piece of paper, Yan Shuang was lying on his chest, and his round eyes were stunned in shock. The palm of the wrist.

They maintained this strange posture quietly.

There seemed to be an invisible net in the air that bound and entangled the two together.

Like on the balcony that night.

Whoever looks away first is like who has a ghost in his heart.

In order to prove their magnanimity, they both have to look directly at each other without caring.

Yan Shuang took the lead to look away, he buried his face, and his voice was squeezed out of his throat, "You let go..."

The temperature of his palm rose suddenly, and Ji Yao almost subconsciously shook off Yan Shuang's hand.

And Yan Shuang didn't seem to have expected him to be so simple, without the support of Ji Yao's arm, he fell down all at once.

"Well--"

His lips hit his neck hard.

The feeling of the body's sudden tightness was "scared" so that Yan Shuang immediately tried to get up in a hurry.

At this time, the more panicked, the easier it is to make mistakes.

Yan used both hands and feet, and he didn't know where his knees touched, Ji Yao groaned, and suddenly reached out to hold Yan Shuang's waist.

"do not move."

The voice was low and steady.

In the next second, Yan Shuang and Ji Yao changed hands - Ji Yao held his waist and lifted his whole body from him.

Yanshuang lay dizzy on the cot, Ji Yao only stayed in the line of sight above for a second before straightening up.

Ji Yao stood by the bed, his shirt was loosely untied, revealing a large piece of skin from his chest to his abdominal muscles, but he still looked calm and self-controlled, looking down at Yan Shuang lying on his bed.

His glasses were slanted to one side, and he cried for too long, his eyes and nose were red, his lips were slightly swollen, and he looked pitiful.

"This injury is nothing," Ji Yao said lightly, "he was hurt more than me."

Yan Shuang: I know, I know, you won.

Yan Shuang was silent for a while, but when he was about to speak again, Ji Yao grabbed him, "Don't say sorry."

So Yan Shuang closed his mouth again gloomily.

"it's not your fault."

The voice of the young man is always so clean and powerful, as undeniable as the truth has come, no matter how depressed or sad people hear his words, they will rekindle the fire of hope.

Yan's eyes lit up slightly.

Ji Yao looked at him and reiterated firmly: "It's not your fault that you met him."

The tyrannical tenderness will pull up the people who are stuck in the mud with an attitude that cannot be rejected.

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand.

Ji Yao only hesitated for a moment, then handed him his hand.

There was a trace of sweat on his palm, as did Yan Shuang's.

The palms are clasped together, and the heat is surging.

There were tears in Yan's eyes, and she held Ji Yao's hand tightly, showing a grateful smile, "Ji Yao, meeting you is the most correct thing in my life."

There are too many misfortunes in his life, and there is only this glimmer of light.

Ji Yao held his hand instead, he didn't say anything in response, just thought: he has only him.

When Ji Yao went to the bathroom to take a shower, Yan Shuang finally had a chance to untie the tie on his waist. Fortunately, the T-shirt was long enough, otherwise Ji Yao would pull him and it would be exposed.

After thinking about it, Yan Shuang still tied the tie back to his waist.

It's not safe to put it anywhere, so as not to have a lot of dreams at night, it's better to return the tie to Qi Feiyun himself.

Yan Shuang took his mobile phone and sent Qi Feiyun an email about a meeting. The wording was quite serious. After all, the assistant would see it, so don't scare straight men.

Yan Shuang stood at the door of the bathroom, "Ji Yao."

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped immediately.

"I have to go out to work in the afternoon. If it's too late, I'll go first."

After a while, Yan Shuang heard Ji Yao's "hmm" sound.

"You still need to deal with your injury. If you don't want to go to the hospital, you can go to the school infirmary, or when I come back from work, I will buy a bottle of medicated oil for you to massage. You will get better soon..."

"No."

The water sounded again.

Yan Shuang: It's best if you don't have to, because I don't have the money to buy medicated oil for you.

Yan Shuang had just walked to the bus stop when Qi Feiyun replied to his email. He had a seminar in the afternoon and was not free until 7 pm. Yan Shuang could go to the hospital to find him in the evening.

It seems that the old virgins who have driven meat are the ones who eat the marrow and know the taste.

Yan Shuang smiled and was about to turn around and go back to school, ready to go to the library to spend some time, when the phone vibrated again.

"East Gate, lunch."

Yan Shuang came to the east gate and got into the car. Seeing that the co-pilot was sitting with a familiar little bodyguard, he made a joke first, "If I don't go with you, will I break my hand?"

"Mr. Yan," the little bodyguard turned back with a sunny smile, "how is that possible? It is illegal to use violence."

Yan Shuang thought to stop teasing.

As soon as the car started, Yan Shuang started chatting with the bodyguards, mainly asking what happened after he and Qin Yu left in vain that day.

"We took the young master home smoothly, and the gentleman is very happy."

This time, the car came to a place that I hadn't been to a few times before, which was a martial arts gym.

Yan Shuang's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Ji Wensong might not feel bad for his son's beating, so he immediately asked him to ask for his guilt and beat him up?

He can accept the abuse of kpi with the scumbags, but he can't accept the scumbag's father.

The martial arts hall was extremely quiet, and the little bodyguard led him into the courtyard.

As soon as Yan Shuang entered, he saw the wooden ring in the center of the courtyard. On the ring were two men in karate uniforms fighting indistinctly.

One of them is Ji Wensong.

Yan Shuang only watched for a minute by the side, and the winner was decided on the stage.

The fallen man was panting and waved his hands again and again.

Ji Wensong, who was standing, held his belt in both hands and smiled, "You are getting old." After he said that, he looked back at Yan Shuang who was on the side, and said hello naturally, "Come here."

Yan Shuang nodded lightly.

The bodyguard behind him suddenly stepped forward. He didn't know when there was an extra white towel in his hand. He didn't hand it to Ji Wensong, but under Yan's double eyelids.

Yan Shuang was silent for a moment, reached for the towel, and walked slowly towards the ring.

Ji Wensong stood at the edge of the ring.

Before Yan Shuang came, he should have been fighting with each other for a long time, with a lot of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were sharp and energetic looking at Yan Shuang who was walking towards him.

Yan Shuang walked to the side of the stage and handed the towel forward.

Ji Wensong didn't answer, and leaned lazily on the side rope. The man who had just exercised intensely exuded a stronger sense of oppression than usual. He looked at Yan Shuang, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, but it didn't seem to be.

Yan Shuang looked at him for a moment, then raised his outstretched hand, and the towel wiped the sweat on Ji Wensong's forehead.

"If you didn't learn kung fu solidly when you were young, you will suffer when you grow up."

Ji Wensong smiled, as if he was still gloating.

Yan Shuang was relieved.

It seems that Ji Wensong also likes to see his son being beaten.

He withdrew his hand and said, "He's not a loser either."

Ji Wensong waved his hand vigorously, and the relaxed look on his face instantly turned deep, "If you don't win, you lose."

Yan Shuang had no intention of discussing educational ideas with him, and showed an official smile of "you're right" on his face.

Pulling up the side rope, Ji Wensong jumped off the ring, wearing a pair of soft slippers, stretched out his hand and lightly embraced Yan Shuang's shoulder, "You seem to be having a good time playing recently."

Yan Shuang was led forward by him, smiled and said, "Mr. Ji?"

Ji Wensong didn't say anything, and kept holding Yan Shuang's shoulders into the martial arts hall. The maid opened the door, and a table of delicious food was already set up in the room.

Ji Wensong lowered his palms and lifted the hem of Yan Shuang's T-shirt.

A slender waist fell into his eyes, and the gray tie tied around his waist.

"I really can't keep up with the trend of young people now."

Yan Shuang smiled and said nothing.

To be honest, he still hasn't understood what Ji Wensong meant by calling him here today, and it doesn't seem to be about what happened to Ji Yao.

The tie around his waist was tugged lightly.

Yan Shuang's hit was a dead knot, but Ji Wensong pulled him, and the man followed, and touched Ji Wensong's steaming body lightly.

"I bought a tie like that too."

Gentle tone, with a soft smile.

Almost instantly, an idea flashed across Yanshuang's mind, he raised his eyes and looked into Ji Wensong's eyes full of power and plunder.

Ji Wensong... what is he implying?

Yan Shuang gently rolled his Adam's apple, "Mr. Ji, I'm not very good at detours. With all due respect, do you mean..." Yan Shuang paused, looked into Ji Wensong's eyes, and said calmly: " Want to sleep with me?"

Ji Wensong's smile deepened, "No way?"

Yan Shuang said indifferently: "No."

"Why?" Ji Wensong said with great interest, "I am thirty-seven this year, and I am not much older than that doctor."

Yan was stunned.

Ji Wensong smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Why, it doesn't look like it?"

Yan Shuang nodded honestly, "Your hair is all white."

"Haha," Ji Wensong released his hand, raised his hand to touch his temples, "I can't look back on the past," reached out and patted Yanshuang's shoulder again, "I don't mean that, a child," rubbed Yanshuang with his palm. The top of the hair, the tone is gentle and severe, "Don't be too playful."