I Can’t Be This Protagonist

The moonlight shone on Qin Yubai's face through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Yan Shuang: Look at this little face green.

Yan Shuang said with a pure and innocent expression: "Don't you like me wearing skirts the most?"

The smile on Qin Yubai's face disappeared.

His hands rested on the marble table behind Yan Shuang, and the hard edges and corners penetrated deep into his palms, so that he could barely keep calm and not make any outrageous and dangerous actions to this ignorant Yan Shuang. .

Yan Shuang also seemed to sense the low air pressure that pervaded his body, he hooked his hand and put it down hesitantly, and whispered, "Don't you like it now?"

The palm of his hand pressed **** the table, and the pain and congestion were so clear that they occupied his brain, making him temporarily unable to spare any time to think about other things.

"Don't wear it anymore."

The tone was extremely stiff.

It sounded like it was squeezed out of the teeth.

Yan Shuang lowered his face, nudged his waist, aggrieved, "I went to sleep."

Qin Yubai remained motionless.

Yan Shuang: Do you want to do physical abuse, do you regret it, Tiezi, is hypnosis and brainwashing fun?

"Step aside--"

Yan Shuang raised his volume slightly, his tone unpleasant.

When he stretched out his hand again, Qin Yubai let go of the arms that were supported on both sides, and his arms hung down beside him as if they were out of strength.

Yan Shuang glanced at him "inexplicably", threw his hands and jumped upstairs, and lay down beautifully on the big bed that occupied Qin Yubai's bedroom.

According to his judgment on Wei Yichen, there is a 90% chance that the housekeeper who likes to pursue excitement has hinted or expressed the relationship between them in front of Qin Yubai, and the notebook incident is iron proof.

Maybe give him a nickname in front of Qin Yubai?

Small skirts are fine.

Yan Shuang closed his eyes.

I hope that the fight downstairs will not disturb him.

When Wei Yichen was taking off his coat, his work phone received a text message from his immediate boss.

"garden."

He put away his mobile phone, walked to the window in the room, opened the curtains and saw a tall figure faintly in the garden downstairs.

A small sense of danger came to mind.

Unlike these sons from noble sons, his sense of crisis is an almost instinctive skill that he has cultivated in a life of ups and downs.

"Swoosh" closed the curtains.

He put on his coat again, tidied it up meticulously, and then walked downstairs.

In the garden, Qin Yubai was also wearing his formal work clothes. After he got off the plane, he kept spinning, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes. He looked a little wrinkled.

Under the moonlight, Qin Yubai turned his back to the building, and when he heard the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the leaves behind him gradually approaching, he said lightly, "Just stand there."

Wei Yichen stopped a step behind him, "Sir, do you have any orders?"

Under the moonlight, Qin Yubai's back was tall and majestic, and the shadow cast spread to Wei Yichen's toes.

An eerie silence spreads in the garden.

"Wei Yichen, how long have I hired you?"

Qin Yubai's voice could not hear any emotion, but Wei Yichen's heartstrings tightened suddenly, he said indifferently: "Two years."

"Long enough."

His voice was serious with a sentence of judgment.

"From now on, you are fired."

Almost as expected.

The fist on the cheek that followed was something that could not be prevented in advance.

The burning pain immediately spread from the frustrated muscle, and the rust-like **** taste was immediately felt in the mouth.

It took a lot of effort.

Wei Yichen's face was on one side, and he felt a hint of laughter in his heart.

Some time ago, he was still laughing at Qin Yubai and Ji Yao's fight over Yan Shuang, is such an irrational protagonist about to become him?

"Fight back," Qin Yubai twisted his neck slightly, his face cold, "I'm not your employer now."

For his employer, Wei Yichen has always believed in "limited loyalty". During the employment relationship, he will safeguard the employer's pro-money interests. After the employment ends... naturally there is nothing to do.

The behavior of fighting was completely eliminated after he became an independent adult because he could only vent his emotions because of his inefficiency.

He should have turned away and sent the medical bill for the punch to the former employer.

This is the sensible choice.

Wei Yichen turned his face and returned it with a punch without hesitation!

The flowers and leaves in the garden rustled, and the two adult men beat each other with restraint and silence.

Money and power wrap people into gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, but they are still primitive beasts under the skin.

small skirt.

Wei Yichen's note name for the object of his pursuit.

"It's not a girl, it's just that he likes to wear skirts."

"I'm probably a spare tire."

"It's just physical desire for Mr. Yan, the object of your liking... You should know."

Qin Yubai never dreamed that the person Wei Yichen said he liked, that "little skirt" was Yan Shuang himself!

The memory is too long, and he doesn't remember many conversations with 100% clarity.

He has only vague impressions and judgments on the object of his liking.

A low-level transvestite who pretends to be coquettish with men and hangs around.

He also felt infinite contempt for Wei Yichen's taste.

The Yan Shuang he knew was stubborn, arrogant, kind and easy-hearted.

There is nothing in common between the two at all!

The fist was swung hard.

Nothing - any - in common!

Two men of similar stature end up in a silent brawl, only to lose both.

I don't know what kind of tacit understanding, after the first punch, neither of them attacked each other's face again.

So it looks like they are two decent gentlemen except for their clothes that are not wrinkled properly.

The abdomen was a seriously injured area, and even breathing caused pain, and the slightly heavy breathing disturbed the night in the garden.

The two stood face to face.

Wei Yichen's glasses didn't know which grass they flew into, and there was a slight red mark on his cheek. He stretched out his thumb and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. It turned out that Yan Shuangs was playing with this ghost idea.

Has he become his new fun?

Yes, he is honored.

"Mr. Qin," Wei Yichen said indifferently, looking at the man who was still squinting, "You should learn to appreciate more types of men. If you limit yourself to a certain preference, you will miss out on a lot of wonderful scenery."

He bent down slightly, and said respectfully as he did when he was a housekeeper: "Thanks for your care, farewell."

Qin Yubai was the only one left in the garden.

The whole Qin mansion fell asleep quietly, only he was covered in scars, his emotions and pain were rushing around in his body, the cold night wind wafted, and the fragrance of roses was sent, Qin Yubai turned his face suddenly.

Behind him was an almost abandoned iron gate, surrounded by vines of roses, and the spikes at the top shone cold in the silvery moonlight.

A picture in his mind suddenly attacked him.

He stood upstairs condescendingly watching the two people across the iron door clasping their hands, and after just one glance, he withdrew his gaze with a lack of interest, and turned back into the house.

"There's a thrill of stealing, don't you think?"

There was a wisp of blood in the throat.

Qin Yubai coughed lightly.

Almost never in his life has he been so dazed.

He didn't know what emotion and face he should use to face this situation.

Being deceived, fooled, betrayed... that's what it feels like.

He had no way of recalling any moments he had spent with Yan Shuang in the past.

fake.

All are fake.

He didn't dare to think further about what kind of mood Yan Shuang was holding to see what happened between them. As long as he thought about it for a while, his mind would explode...

Yan Shuang.

Every stroke in the name turned into a sharp blade, and every syllable seemed to be mocking.

Qin Yubai turned around and slowly walked into the house.

In the chaotic mind just now, he recalled the past bit by bit accurately.

How could it be all fake?

They look distinctly real.

Before he knew it, Qin Yubai had already walked to the door of the bedroom. He stretched out his hand to hold the door handle and stood there for a long time, even his palms were shaking, but he never opened the door.

This is what he wants - false happiness.

If you think about it, it's actually nothing.

He doesn't really love him either.

fair enough.

A cold tingling sensation came from the palm.

Qin Yubai raised his hand, only to realize that his palm was cut at some point, and the blood was scattered in a blur.

Love is fake.

So the pain is also fake.

He lowered his hand indifferently, glanced at the metal handle, took off his jacket, and carefully wiped the blood from the handle with his sleeve.

Well, nothing, nothing happened.

In the corridor, the tall figure dragged the suit hanging on the ground back to the study. Qin Yubai sat on the large chair behind the desk, and only for a moment remembered the situation when he deliberately tested Wei Yichen here.

He sneered and leaned back in his chair.

Many more images flooded into my mind.

Mostly pictures of three people together.

It seems that the more I want to forget, the clearer it is like yesterday.

He recalled Yan Shuang's humiliation in the studio.

By the way, he also got a slap in the face.

Laughter rang out suddenly in the silent study.

It's his fault.

Such an excellent actor, his salary is too low.

The files on the desktop were swept away with a bang.

The palms cover the eyes, the warm liquid covers the eyelids, and it seems to seep under the eyelids.

no big deal.

He was used to being alone.

sleepless nights.

When it was dawn, Qin Yubai stared at the gleam of light in the gaps in the curtains, and he thought in a daze: The chair in the study is too hard, it's time to change it.

"Dong dong-"

There was a knock on the study door.

"Big brother?"

A sudden pain in my heart.

He built a false new world for him and gave him a new identity. In fact, at that time, he no longer simply regarded Yan Shuang as a substitute for Qin Qing. He just thought: if he grows up by his side, They must not be where they are today.

"Come in."

Opening his mouth, his voice was hoarse and painful, with a faint smell of blood coming up.

Yan Shuang pushed open the door. He specially came to confirm Qin Yubai's physical condition. They were still "almost", so Qin Yubai must hold on.

Qin Yubai doesn't look very good, but it's okay, except that his face is a little pale, his eyes are a little blue, his clothes are a little wrinkled, and his complexion is a little worse.

It's not going to die anyway.

Yan Shuang pretended to be a worried little white flower, "Brother, why is your face so bad?"

Qin Yubai didn't know what his expression was now, he could only try his best to control himself, "stay up late and work overtime."

"The work is endless."

Yan Shuang pushed the door and came in.

He slept beautifully, his face was ruddy at this time, his footsteps were like a butterfly turning to Qin Yubai's side, he smiled at Qin Yubai, and naturally sat on his lap.

Yan Shuang felt Qin Yubai froze for a moment, snickered in his heart, and turned to look at Qin Yubai.

Those eyes are extremely restrained, and there is almost no emotion.

It seemed that he planned to break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Yes, that "Yan Shuang" deceived his feelings and played him like a fool.

But what does this have to do with "Yan Shuang", who loves eldest brother wholeheartedly.

Yan Shuang said emotionally, "Don't stay up late in the future, I will feel distressed."

His chest rose and fell slightly, and the palm that fell on the side of the chair curled up and let go. After several repetitions, Qin Yubai said lightly, "En."

Yan Shuang smiled and lowered his forehead against Qin Yubai's forehead, as if chanting, "I hate disobedient dogs, so..."

Looking at each other, Qin Yubai's slightly wrinkled brows collided with a pair of enigmatic eyes. Before he could distinguish the content, his Adam's apple was bitten fiercely and his tongue ran over the tooth marks for a while.

His whole body trembled and tingled like an electric shock, and his muscles tightened instantly, as if he had been marked as a prey by a small beast.

Qin Yubai's eyes fell on the side of the person in his arms to hide his shock at the moment.

Yan Shuang raised his face and regained Xiao Baihua's face. He reached out and stroked the slightly stiff handsome side face in front of him, and whispered softly in his ear, "...you have to be good."