I Can’t Be This Protagonist Chapter 92


When Qi Feiyun’s car stopped, Yan Shuangzheng squatted down on the roadside without image and rowed around with a wild flower on the roadside.

“Coming.”

Yan Shuang threw wild flowers at him, greeted him naturally and waved lazily.

Qi Feiyun sat in the car and looked at him as if nothing had happened. He was silent for a while and said, “you know I’ll pick you up?”

Yan Shuang stood up on his knees, opened the co pilot’s door and sat in. As soon as he sat in, he slumped in his seat without image, stretched out his hand and pulled his tie. He said lazily, “Ji Yao is trapped by his father and can’t get out. Qin yubai has no face to see me. It’s most likely you.”

His tone was careless, which made people feel a hidden certainty, which made Qi Feiyun slightly confused.

Did he remember it all? Or is it just that nature is so casual and good at guessing people’s hearts?

“What are you looking at?” Yan Shuang twisted his face and glanced at him, “drive, I’m hungry. By the way, what’s your name?”

Sure enough, I still didn’t remember.

Hypnosis can change people’s memory, but it can’t change a person’s nature.

Qi Feiyun started the car.

After watching the gambling game, he clearly realized one thing, that is, Yan Shuang is very good at disguise.

He maintained different personal designs in front of Ji Yao, Qin yubai and even Ji wensong. What’s more wonderful is that no matter what he did, the other party would not have a sense of conflict, and subtly found a balance between different personal designs.

These people are valuable to him, so he is willing to spend his mind pretending in front of them.

And he

“Uncle, do you have any more cigarettes?”

… just a familiar uncle.

Qi Feiyun said faintly, “I don’t like people smoking in my car.”

Yan Shuang glanced at him with a look of disdain. “Come on, Qin yubai asked you to pick me up. Take people’s money to eliminate disasters for others. You’re just a poor doctor. Don’t pretend to be a garlic with me.”

It’s so sharp. Even Qin yubai asked him to pick up people.

Good. I’ve seen a worse side than I’ve seen before.

Qi Feiyun doesn’t know why he didn’t arouse this person’s interest again, but it’s obvious that this person will become quite impatient for people who are neither valuable nor interested.

Qi Feiyun held the steering wheel with one hand and took out smoke and fire from his coat pocket with the other.

“Thanks.”

An insincere thanks.

A moment later, the sound of the lighter igniting the tobacco made a sharp sound, and the smell of tobacco quickly dispersed in the closed space.

Qi Feiyun stared at Yan Shuang with his remaining light.

This is the first time he has seen such… Cold Yan Shuang.

Wearing a pure white suit, he looks very suitable for him. His black hair soft outlines the pure facial contour. His lips are naturally plump with a slight thickness and upturned. He is inexplicably sexy when holding a cigarette, but his whole feeling is the indifference of strangers.

It seemed that he was aware of his gaze. His dark eyes slowly turned to the end of his eyes like some cold-blooded animal. Yan Shuang gave him a cold look.

“I don’t like people staring at me with disgusting eyes.”

It is still ruthless to release malice.

It seems that he is in a bad mood now.

Qi Feiyun looked away and stared at the road circling down the mountain ahead.

Yan Shuang also withdrew his eyes, looked out of the window, took a cigarette and exhaled a string of white smoke.

“I miss a man.”

Qi Feiyun looked steady and still drove the car steadily.

“Although Qin yubai looks brave and strong, in fact, he is very good and lovely…”

Yan Shuang’s tone of talking about Qin yubai still sounds a little soft to Qi Feiyun.

It seems that the effect of hypnosis still strongly affects his emotion.

“Like a dog.”

Yan Shuang turned his face, one finger on his forehead, and the tobacco was burning at his fingertips. He smiled vaguely at Qi Feiyun driving, “very good at licking.”

The heartbeat is stable. The temperature of the palm holding the steering wheel rises slightly, perhaps because of the contrast of the cold leather on the steering wheel.

The thigh suddenly felt pressure.

The man sitting next to him put his feet on his lap.

Qi Feiyun glanced at him.

Yan sat on his side on both sides. His seat belt twisted like a snake on him. His tall body seemed to be bound by too short rope. His snow-white suit coat had been wrinkled. He bent his knees, leaned his head against the window, and his feet in leather shoes took the man’s thighs as a footstool, swinging unconsciously.

“Although I’ve broken up, I still miss his body. Isn’t it strange for me to say so?”

Yan Shuang smoked, but his attitude became a little serious. He was seriously discussing his emotional topics with Qi Feiyun, as if he were seriously asking for his opinions.

Qi Feiyun was still silent, and his abdomen was poked by the impatient youth with the tip of his shoe.

“Speak, are you mute?”

[Mr. Qi, why are you silent? Are you mute?]

Similar content, different tone.

The tender affection for him is a thing of the past.

Now there is only indifference and disregard.

Qi Feiyun never regretted any decision he made.

So far, this is still the case.

It was he who wanted to restore such an irrelevant relationship with Yan Shuang. He got what he wanted.

“No wonder,” he said gently and in an ordinary tone, “it shows that maybe you still love him.”

“Poof -”

Yan Shuang laughed as if he had heard a joke.

He just smiled and stopped, his hands folded, a gesture like consulting a psychologist, “your theory is ridiculous. Is missing the body love? You are a surgeon. I think you are very skilled in dealing with their wounds.”

“I’m a surgeon.”

“No wonder what you say is nonsense.”

Yan Shuang took another cigarette.

“I think you are very good now. Am I in love with you?”

Qi Feiyun was indifferent.

The tip of the leather shoes knocked on the abdomen again, “I don’t talk anymore. I’m courting you.”

On the silent winding mountain highway, vehicles are winding down along it. The street lamps along the road emit a sad light, like the shadowless lamp on the operating table, shining on two faces with different expressions.

At the end of the road, the speed slowed down and pulled over to a street lamp.

Qi Feiyun turned his face. His face was still very calm. “Are you courting me?”

Yan Shuang held the unfinished cigarette in his mouth. His eyes and expression were laughing. His tone was careless, “… Yes.”

“I accept.”

The steady and capable man answered in the affirmative with a cold expression on his face.

The young man who had been teasing him seemed to be shocked by his crisp attitude, and the smoke in his mouth fell down his open lips.

Qi Feiyun was staring at Yan Shuang. His gray eyes were half light and half shadow under the reflection of the street lamp. He untied his seat belt and leaned over in Yan Shuang’s stunned expression.

The lower leg originally placed on his thigh was forced to bend and pressed back.

The smell and taste of men also enveloped the fair faced youth like a net.

Yan Shuang stared at the man above him. He didn’t see any panic. He smiled faintly, “sorry, my hand shook and the smoke fell.”

Qi Feiyun stretched out his hand, picked up the smoke on the ground, then sat up straight, rolled down the window and threw out the extinguished smoke. He expressed his position with his attitude – stop kidding.

The cold autumn air entered the car and blew away the smell of tobacco.

Yan Shuang sat straight again and pressed the window on his side.

They sat quietly, letting the night wind blow their hair messy.

The mood calmed down. Qi Feiyun reached out to restart the car. Yan Shuang looked over again, “what’s your name?”

He asked in a serious tone. Qi Feiyun couldn’t help pausing. He turned his face and said, “is this very important?”

“In theory, it’s not very important,” Yan Shuang said plainly, “but I don’t know the name, which affects my performance when I call the bed.”

The smoke gray pupils stared at Yan Shuang.

Although he didn’t dare to say that he knew Yan Shuang completely, Qi Feiyun knew very well that Yan Shuanggang was just playing with him. Now, his calm appearance seemed to be really serious.

“… Qi Feiyun.”

Yan Shuang read the name after listening, and then suddenly grinned.

“Forget it. I don’t like the name. I won’t do it.”

I was fooled after all.

Qi Feiyun didn’t want to be angry at all.

He even showed a shallow smile and felt an alternative pleasure completely independent of him.

It’s like playing a game where you never know how difficult the next level is.

There is no secret of customs clearance and no strategy manual. There is no other way except to take a chance on yourself.

And the attitude of the owner of the game towards the players is also extremely casual – like to play or not.

Restart the vehicle.

The atmosphere in the car began to return to “normal”.

“Buzzing -”

The buzzing sound of the mobile phone sounded very existentially.

It was the sound from Yan Shuang’s pocket.

Yan Shuang just looked out of the window with his face. The window was not closed, blowing his soft black hair disorderly. His cold face seemed lonely and lonely.

I don’t think it’s all acting, is it?

According to the effect of hypnosis, Yan Shuang projected all his emotions on Qin yubai, but finally found that he was just a substitute.

Even if it’s only one percent, should it be sad?

“I don’t know what strange things you’re thinking,” Yan Shuang said with an expressionless face, “but I only have one idea in my heart.”

“If you can’t get home and cook for me in ten minutes,” Yan Shuang glanced sideways, “you won’t have a chance to sleep with me in your life.”

The car stopped downstairs.

Yan Shuang walked freely and carelessly, urging Qi Feiyun, “hurry up, you have three minutes left.”

Qi Feiyun stopped the car and got off. Yan Shuang clapped his hands eagerly, “come on, look at you slowly.”

The man stepped out with long legs and said faintly, “do you want to sleep with me?”

“This is your chance, not mine,” Yan Shuang walked beside him. “If you’re slow, you won’t have a chance to take the initiative in the future, but I still want to sleep with you whenever I want.”

Go to bed, go to bed, like eating and drinking water.

At least that hasn’t changed at all.

No, or the truth that has never been hidden in front of him.

Qi Feiyun brushed open the elevator and stepped in. “Are you so sure I’ll agree?”

Yan Shuang followed him into the elevator. He leaned against the handrail in the elevator, crossed his legs and said calmly, “of course.”

“Don’t you look in the mirror?”

“You wrote two words on your face.”

“Hungry and thirsty.”

The metal door of the elevator reflected his face.

A dignified and steady face spreads the good reputation of “being reliable when you see the face” among patients. Because you are tired of those who entangle him after misunderstanding him, you always show too cold expression.

Such a face… Hungry?

Yan Shuang looked at the slightly cold expression on Qi Feiyun’s face and laughed, “I lied to you.”

The elevator door opened.

Qi Feiyun took back his eyes and stepped out of the elevator.

“How did you walk so fast this time?”

Yan Shuang followed.

Qi Feiyun pressed the fingerprint to unlock, opened the door, turned back and said faintly, “maybe it’s because I’m hungry and thirsty?”

Yan Shuang smiled again, came forward and lay on Qi Feiyun’s shoulder. The smile on his face faded, and his expression gradually became serious.

“In fact, if you look so carefully.”

“Dr. Qi, your appearance is my favorite type.”

The dark pupils and the smoky gray pupils looked at each other.

Yan Shuang’s eyes are very big and full. It’s easy to feel sincere.

Qi Feiyun coldly withdrew his eyes and went straight into the house. The man leaning on his shoulder stumbled and almost didn’t stand firm.

“There’s only spaghetti at home.”

“Oh, I’m just hungry. Whatever I eat is the same.”

Qi Feiyun stopped and Yu Guang swept behind him.

Yan Shuang had kicked off his shoes and lay on the sofa.

As long as you’re hungry, is it the same to eat anything?

Qi Feiyun lowered his eyes.

The spaghetti was cooked quickly, and the seasoning was ready-made.

Yan Shuang was hungry and ate very delicious. After eating, he said to Qi Feiyun sitting opposite him, “Dr. Qi, do you like Cantonese food?”

Qi Feiyun looked up at him, “OK.”

He has no particular preference for food.

“I recommend you a great Cantonese restaurant. Are you interested in trying it?”

The eyes are shining.

More serious than at any time tonight.

Qi Feiyun lowered his head and rolled up a fork of spaghetti, “No.”

The man across the street was quiet for a few seconds.

“Do you know how many men want to invite me to dinner?”

No matter how many times, Yan Shuang was annoyed by the situation that “whether he was always attacked or not, and why the slag attacks didn’t light up”.

Qi Feiyun lowered his head and said, “I know, the mobile phone has been shaking.”

Yan Shuang put the mobile phone in his pocket on the table.

The mobile phone vibrated nonstop and moved slowly along the marble table.

Qi Feiyun didn’t ask such a stupid question as “why not turn it off”.

Obviously, Yan Shuang is enjoying the fear of not getting a response from the people who keep calling.

If you turn it off, isn’t it boring?

“The bathroom is in the innermost part and the guest room is the penultimate room on the left. Mr. Qin asked me to take care of you all night. I’ll take you back to school early tomorrow morning.”

Qi Feiyun stood up and carried the plate to the open kitchen on one side.

Yan Shuang propped his face with one hand and sat at the table looking at Qi Feiyun’s back.

Qi Feiyun wore an apron.

The grey apron tied a knot at the back of his waist, which made him broad shoulders, thin waist and typical inverted triangular figure.

Yan Shuang nodded his lips with his little thumb and smiled.

Pretentious.

Qin yubai’s line has been completely completed.

His plan is to wait for Wei Yichen, who bears the anger of the two people, to find him and brush the line of Wei Yichen all at once.

But now that he is single and sleeps at the home of the mission target tonight, there is no reason to waste this night, right? This should not be a violation.

The water splashed and washed the plate in his hand. Suddenly, two arms were wrapped around his waist.

Qi Feiyun’s movements stagnated.

“Dr. Qi…”

Yan Shuang’s voice was soft and misty in the night.

“You look so sexy in your apron.”

The water was running violently, splashing water droplets, hitting his forearm with his sleeves rolled up, and he stretched out his hand to tighten the bridle.

Another joke? Qi Feiyun said faintly, “let go.”

Yan Shuang turned a deaf ear to it and held it tighter.

“Every man’s back is the same,” Yan Shuang said calmly. “I feel the same when I hold it up.”

Qi Feiyun lowered his hand.

Yan Shuang behaved with ease all night, with an indifferent attitude. Up to now, he seems to be just fighting with him, but there is a slight hot temperature on his back face.

“Clang -”

The plate in his hand fell to the bottom of the pool.

Qi Feiyun was silent for a moment and said, “did you cry?”

“Ha -”

A brief mocking syllable.

“Stop teasing.”

Yan Shuang raised his face and put his chin on his shoulder, breathing close at hand.

“Only men cry for me.”

Qi Feiyun was silent and his cheeks suddenly softened. He turned his face and saw Yan Shuang’s red lips.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Yan Shuang let go of his hand, forced himself with one hand and jumped onto the marble table. He didn’t cry and looked relaxed. “For me, as long as he is handsome, he is a good brother.”

His eyes wandered on the face of Zhang Yingjun, Qi Feiyun, and he stretched out his hand and gently hung up on the cuff of his arm. He lowered his eyes and complained in a low voice: “Why are you so careless that the foam is all on the clothes.”

Qi Feiyun looked at him and saw his upturned nose and bright lips from the black hair on his forehead.

He once kissed those two lips.

Although Yan Shuang had forgotten that memory, Qi Feiyun reviewed it several times in countless midnight dreams.

That was his only experience, which had left a mark on his life anyway.

If you want to forget, you can’t forget.

“Dr. Qi,” Yan Shuang smiled and put his hands on his shoulders, “do you want to kiss?”

The living room was empty and quiet. They were almost in the dark in the corner of the shadow of the kitchen.

The same person, the same problem.

It’s no use escaping.

A curse like fate.

Eyes on those two red lips, refuse or accept?

No, the question he gave was: do you want to.

The man bent down slowly. He approached very slowly. He seemed to be ready to repent at any time. His eyebrows were slightly locked. Within those seconds, he could stop every moment, but he didn’t stop in the end.

He kissed the boy who kissed for the first time again.

——He is sweet.

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