I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Yan Shuang felt the death threat in Ji Wensong's sight, but he was still very calm.

The first book he worked in the bookstore was a novel with a big male protagonist under the background of Western fantasy.

His role is a famous undead archmage, who fights with skeleton ghosts at night, grows vegetables and waters flowers in the cemetery during the day, and occasionally works part-time to kill and set fires. Every day, he receives oral or real reports from all walks of life. Thousands of death threats.

It is true that it has given him a mental training.

But it's just a head-to-head confrontation with the scumbag's father.

small scene.

And Ji Wensong would not treat him like that.

If he really did that, wouldn't it be a disguised admission of defeat?

He couldn't control Yan Shuang, he could only make Yan Shuang disappear.

Such an incompetent choice was even more unbearable for Ji Wensong than "lose".

"Mr. Ji," Yan Shuang changed his tough attitude again and said gently, "Please trust me and your son. He is not that vulnerable."

"I promise you that."

The tone is sincere and determined.

After Yan Shuang finished speaking, he let go, "please send someone to take me out, I have an appointment with a cute and **** doctor."

Ji Wensong sat in the same position and looked at Yan Shuang with a fixed gaze.

Yan Shuang was sure that while he was waiting for a reply, Ji Wensong had arranged at least ten ways to die for him.

The kind of unknowable.

"Wait a minute," Ji Wensong smiled slightly, breaking the tense atmosphere, "I'll take you off."

Yan Shuang waited for Ji Wensong for a while, during which he discussed with the beautiful maid how to tie the perfect bow.

When Ji Wensong came out, Yan Shuang was tying his tie around his waist again.

"You learned."

The maid smiled and applauded him.

"It's not bad," Yan Shuang said to the maid. He heard footsteps and looked back at Ji Wensong, who was wearing a formal suit, and pointed to the bow on his waist, "Does it look good?"

Ji Wensong tightened his cuffs and shook his head, "It's too fancy."

His expression and attitude have returned to their previous gentleness and self-control, partly because of Yan Shuang's naturalness at this time.

Yan Shuang put down the hem of his t-shirt and shook his head at the smiling maid, "Men who are too old are really not interesting, right?"

The maid pursed her lips and smiled, but did not answer.

"I see that you have a lot of prejudice against people."

Ji Wensong stepped forward, Yan Shuang followed.

The two had almost a round of fierce confrontation, and when they resumed the dull communication, it seemed that there was a little less estrangement.

"Actually, I don't discriminate against old men or non-virgins," Yan Shuang walked briskly, "I say this just to avoid you being wrong."

"I have absolutely no interest in you."

Ji Wensong smiled, "You said it as if I was very interested in you."

Yan Shuang shrugged, "Although it's narcissistic to say that, I'm really charming, and I always have to beware of some rotten peach blossoms."

"Rotten peach?"

Yan Shuang turned his face, Ji Wensong had a faint smile in his eyes, his recovery ability was very strong, and half an hour of grooming time had freed him from the embarrassment of being cornered by Yan Shuang.

Yan's lips pursed slightly, and the corners of his lips were drawn together, in an embarrassing yet polite arc, "Today's lunch was great."

After getting out of the car, Yan Shuang stood by the door and made a request to Ji Wensong, "Stop monitoring me."

Ji Wensong remained silent.

"You don't need to be suspicious, Mr. Ji, take it easy, I'm not as bad as you think."

Yan Shuang closed the car door and walked unsteadily to the hospital gate.

Ji Wensong sat in the car and said to the co-pilot's bodyguard, "Send a few more people to watch him."

"Ok sir."

The assistant almost didn't recognize Yan Shuang when he saw it.

"You cut your hair," the assistant said in surprise. "It looks much fresher."

"Thank you, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'm sorting out the appointment. Would you like to see it? Dr. Qi is still giving seminars."

The assistant sat down, pointed to the schedule at hand, and said, "Actually, I'm quite surprised that Dr. Qi is willing to spare some time for your in-depth interview."

Qi Feiyun had been hiding from Yan Shuang before, and Yan Shuang never appeared again. The assistant thought that Yan Shuang had given up.

No, it shouldn't be called giving up.

Yan Shuang is a straight man like him, and he just worships Qi Feiyun.

Maybe this is the case. Qi Feiyun knew that Yan Shuang had no intentions of him, so he agreed to Yan Shuang's request.

The assistant jumped out of the old thinking and felt that he might be the truth.

Yan Shuang helped the assistant organize Qi Feiyun's itinerary for the next month, and found that Qi Feiyun was going abroad again during the holiday, and the destination was Switzerland.

"Dr. Qi is so busy." Yan Shuang sighed.

"Of course," the assistant said, "there are many things waiting for Doctor Qi to deal with every day."

The phone on the desk rang, and the assistant picked it up immediately, "Okay, okay, wait a moment." He hung up the phone and said to Yan Shuang, "The conference room calls for coffee, and I'll make coffee."

"I'll help you."

In the conference room, Qi Feiyun sat at the bottom, quietly listening to the speeches of his colleagues, rubbing the tip of his pen quickly on the paper.

"Doctor Qi, what's your opinion?"

Both sides quarreled with dry mouths and could not tell the winner, hoping that the pragmatist in the hospital would break the deadlock and bet on one side of the scale.

Qi Feiyun raised his eyes, "No."

"Dr. Qi, you can't be so ambiguous every time. You are an authority on this kind of surgery, how can you have no opinion?"

Qi Feiyun was silent for a moment, "My opinion is..."

"Boom boom-"

There was a knock on the conference room door, and the assistant opened the door, "Doctors, here's the coffee."

Qi Feiyun looked back, the person behind the assistant was holding coffee and smiled at him.

So far, the seminar has made little progress. Everyone is already exhausted. The aroma of coffee drifts into the conference room, which immediately refreshes people.

Yan Shuang put down the cup in front of Qi Feiyun, "Li Zhu said, black coffee, no milk, no sugar." He raised his body, turned to Qi Feiyun with a big smile, and said softly, "The tie is good."

Qi Feiyun's neck is an ordinary black tie.

It appears to be kept in the hospital office for backup.

Yan Shuang got up, held the plate and quietly exited the conference room with his assistant.

"My advice is…"

That peculiar voice full of charm has a touch of laziness.

"Half-hour break."

The assistant closed the door and pouted at Yan Shuang, "Seminar is such a virtue, like a man with prostatitis, sparse, urgency, frequent urination, and inexhaustible urination."

Yan Shuang smiled, "Do they often take halftime breaks like this?"

"Yes," the assistant shook his head, "but just like Doctor Qi..."

The door that had just closed was pushed open.

When Qi Feiyun came out, the assistant was slightly surprised.

Seminars are often rested, but the doctors usually don't leave the room, at most just adopting a more laid-back attitude to settle tough disputes.

Qi Feiyun was not interested in issues such as the internal actions of the hospital and the signature of the research results.

"Doctor Qi..." The assistant was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded, "Are you okay?"

"I ate too little at noon, and my stomach is a little uncomfortable."

Nine out of ten doctors had stomach problems, and the assistant hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I'll get the medicine."

"No, I'm going to rest for a while."

Qi Feiyun's decision was never tolerated by others, and the assistant had to give up.

At this time, Qi Feiyun naturally - at least the assistant didn't notice anything unusual, he turned to the quiet Yan Shuang, "come so early?"

"This is an in-depth interview, I want to come over and get ready," Yan Shuang smiled implicitly, his eyes deep, "In case Dr. Qi is free, we can also find a needle and solve one or two key issues first."

The doctor and the college student who came to interview entered the office, the assistant closed the door, and he was very happy for the poor student. He admired the doctor, and the doctor finally responded to him. For young people, it is a joy to receive a response from an idol. thing.

Poor college students are being embraced by doctors and kissing passionately.

"Teacher..." Yan called to him while kissing both sides, bumping his body tentatively against him, "I want you..."

Qi Feiyun's lips and tongue were very hot, but what he said was calm, "No, I want to have a meeting."

Yan Shuang let go of his arm, pushed his shoulder lightly, jumped back deftly, and stood in front of the blinds.

"are you sure?"

With the back of his hand behind him, he gently pulled the blinds and curtains behind him. The angle of the curtains was slanted, and the afternoon sunlight loomed in through the gap.

Yan faced Qi Feiyun with both sides, and held both ends of the T-shirt with his hands folded. He looked at Qi Feiyun with a smile that spread from the corner of his mouth, and peeled off the loose T-shirt from his body little by little.

The slender light hit the white body, and the water floated like waves, and even the face was painted with light oil, like a little savage running out of the primitive deep forest.

The naturally curved waistline was tucked into a pair of well-worn jeans.

The grey tie on the jeans was tied with a pretty bow.

That's how gift ribbons are tied.

Yan Shuang turned around, he pulled the curtains, and pressed down a little more.

The gaps in the curtains are wider and more sunlight comes in.

There were two beautiful pockets on his waist, full of intoxicating light, and his jeans fell loosely around his waist.

It's a flawless back.

Breathing on his shoulders, Yan Shuang's eyes blinked out through the gaps in the curtains, and he said, "I swear you must stand here and see my back."

Qi Feiyun was noncommittal.

"Mr. Qi," Yan Shuang stretched out his hand, took Qi Feiyun's hand from behind and placed it on the bow at his waist, "Have you been thinking about me these two days..." He turned around, smiling, "Doing bad things?"

Such a low-level temptation.

It's like holding up a loudspeaker and shouting: Welcome, welcome to the Fall.

Qi Feiyun didn't untangle the bow, but reached out and pinched Yan Shuang's cheeks, pursing Yan Shuang's lips, "Be quiet."

Yan Shuang didn't let him go, wrapping his hands and feet around him, swaying like a spoiled child, "No, I'm so bored, I want it, you were secretly drawing in the meeting, I saw it all, you I drew a flower... that flower is good, I'll show you the tattoo, okay?"

As he spoke, he casually kissed Qi Feiyun's dignified and handsome face, as if the lover that everyone wanted was his personal property, allowing him to blaspheme.

Before they knew it, the two kissed each other again, Qi Feiyun stepped back slightly, leaned his back on the desk, and Yan Shuang took every inch to unfasten his belt.

Whenever Qi Feiyun felt that Yan Shuang was evil, Yan Shuang always showed a kind of innocence that confused him.

He is like a gluttonous child.

The purpose is so direct, and the invitation so straightforward, that one cannot help thinking: he might not be that bad.

Qi Feiyun pulled the man off his body, his clothes, hair, and even his expression were messed up by Yan Shuang, "Wait for me here."

"do not want."

Yan Shuang looked willful.

Qi Feiyun's tone was soft, "I'll take you home at night."

"do not want."

Yan Shuang didn't care, "I want to go back to the dormitory."

Qi Feiyun stretched out his hand and pinched Yan Shuang's cheek again, and said lightly, "That kid..."

"Not yet."

Yan Shuang said without hesitation.

"No, it's not that I didn't succeed. It's too easy and unchallenging to hook him into bed. I mainly still want to..." Yan Shuang leaned over and put his arms around Qi Feiyun's neck, with the tip of his nose against his, smiling excitedly, "Look at him. Broken for me."

Undisguised malice.

Maybe he didn't think it was evil at all.

"Mr. Qi, don't be tempted by me..." Yan Shuang tilted her face, her lips pressed against Qi Feiyun's, and her eyes were gentle, "I can't bear to break your heart."

How real and how fake is the tenderness in your eyes?

In fact, there is no need to distinguish.

Of course... it's 100% false.

He will break everyone's heart.

Unless he is no longer him.

Dangerous thoughts loomed in my mind, and that thought was like ice in the sea, surfing and snorkeling in the waters of the dark night, being crushed again and again by the waves—but it never melted.

The sun shone on him warmly, and this was the Lord's last warning to him.

Close that box while you still have a chance.

Qi Feiyun lowered his eyes, he raised Yan Shuang's chin, those black and gray eyes looked straight at Yan Shuang, as if with some kind of hint or command.

"You will forget me after sunset today."