The sleeping agent of the mysterious deskmate

Friday monthly exam.

Yang Yifan, who didn't sleep well, found his place in the examination room, drowsily drowsing bread, scolding Fang Chen in his heart, and slept with him in the dormitory for two nights without getting a good sleep.

Sure enough, he is incompatible with him!

Two more months will pass like this!

Yang Yifan suddenly felt that Xia Yu's words made sense, and he should work hard to do well in the exam, and it would be easier to get advanced credits.Sleeping with that psychopath will also become a nervous breakdown before long.

However, after the exam preparation bell rang, Yang Yifan realized that he didn't even bring a pen!

He turned around and wanted to borrow a pen from the person behind him, and then saw a face that made him feel sleepy and was looking at him lazily.

Yang Yifan was speechless: "Why do you linger!"

The exam can also sit behind me!

Fang Chen was still indifferent: "Is there something wrong?"

Yang Yifan: "Do you have a pen? Lend me."

Fang Chen hesitated for a moment, and gave him the multifunctional pen in his hand.

The monthly exam is English and mathematics in the morning, and science and Chinese in the afternoon.After the exams, there will be a holiday for the weekend, and the school is full of voices saying goodbye to each other.

The school parking lot was full of luxury cars to pick up their young masters and young ladies. Some drivers came to pick them up, and some parents came in person, huddled together to compliment and chat with each other.

The way to the parking lot is both familiar and unfamiliar. I am familiar with it because I left school every Friday a year ago.Mom will send a driver to take him home.

Later, it was he who walked outside the school and called a car to go home. He hadn't been to the parking lot for more than a year. The decoration of the surrounding flower beds and trees had changed, which made him feel strange again.

He was greeted by a very capable woman in simple business suits. This woman was Yang Yifan's father's assistant Xu Na.

Xu Na smiled politely: "Master Fan, Mr. Yang asked me to take you to do an image design first, and then choose a suitable dress. The person you will meet tonight is a valuable person, so you need to pay attention to etiquette."

Yang Yifan sneered coldly: "Is he going to sell his son?"

Xu Na smiled, opened the car door for him and let him get in the car: "The company has always wanted to open up the overseas market but suffered from no opportunities. Recently, it was very lucky, and it actually hooked up with someone from a Wall Street investment company. The boss of this investment company His name is Pu Wen, and he is known as a Wall Street financial giant.

Although he is of Chinese descent, his family settled in the United States in the last century, and entered the upper class of the United States a few generations ago. The company's scale, strong capital, social status and upper-level connections are all incomparable to us. of. "

Xu Na sat on the co-pilot, turned her head and continued to talk to Yang Yifan: "We were lucky enough to have a conversation with Mr. Puwen because he knew Mr. Yang's son, you, Yang Yifan, also go to school in Yingyuan."

"Because he has a 17-year-old son who has just transferred to Yingyuan, but he has poor adaptability to unfamiliar environments, so he asked Mr. Yang to ask Master Fan if he could help take care of his son during this period. If Master Fan Mr Purwin will be very grateful to you for helping him successfully adapt to the environment here."

"It is said that Mr. Puwen dotes on his son very much. If Master Fan can make friends with him and help Mr. Yang get on Puwen's line so that the company can successfully gain a foothold in the US market, it is estimated that the scale of our company can at least expand. three times."

Yang Yifan:  …

Just came back from the United States. I am 17 years old. I need friends. I have poor adaptability to unfamiliar environments and need to be taken care of. Why are I so familiar? There is someone who is right in front of me.

Fang Chen's background is not young, the son of the much-loved Wall Street financial giant, what a lucky fate.

Yang Yifan sneered: "What good can I do?"

Xu Na: "Mr. Yang will unlock your bank card." After a pause, she advised him:

"Actually, Young Master Fan shouldn't be so stiff with Mr. Yang. You should think more about yourself in the future. After all... Mr. Yang and Ms. Zhong are engaged, and she's pregnant..."

Xu Na looked at Yang Yifan with a calm face through the rearview mirror, and stopped talking to persuade him.

Three hours later, Yang Yifan got out of the car, and the housekeeper and auntie of the Yang family villa came to greet him.

Yang Yifan, who was walking in the garden of the villa, was dressed in a white suit and dress, showing off his slender figure, exquisite facial features, soft face, slightly gloomy eyes, and a handsome face with some youthful childishness, so good-looking Can't take my eyes off.

The housekeepers and aunts who stood behind the door were dumbfounded, and even Yang Yifan's father, Yang Zhiming, was surprised and watched for a while longer.

But Yang Zhiming knew that this son Kong had a good appearance, and a bad temper would piss him off.

He quickly turned cold, and asked Yang Yifan: "Why is it so slow? People will arrive in less than half an hour. The person I will meet tonight is very important. Let Xu Na tell you everything on the way. Remember to be given I screwed up."

A contemptuous smile appeared on Yang Yifan's handsome face: "If you trust me so much, you won't be afraid of me splashing a glass of water on someone's face."

"How dare you! If you make a fuss, give me a breakdown of the seriousness. If this person is dealt with, our company can win a market worth hundreds of millions in the United States."

"I have the conditions." Yang Yifan looked at him coldly: "Give me the inheritance my mother left me now, and I promise to take good care of your little benefactor."

Yang Zhiming closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, "I promised you that I will hand it over to you as soon as you get there, and the money is kept by the bank, so even if you want to take it, the law won't allow it."

Yang Yifan snorted: "I'm not talking about cash, don't think I'm a fool? The land left by my grandfather's house to my mother is now being developed and used by you, and the real estate that my mother used to live has been rented out by you as an office. You just collect rent benefits." .

Mingshen's president even wants to occupy his son's land and real estate. If this matter gets out, it should be more popular than the last news. "

Yang Zhiming's face turned pale with anger: "You white-eyed wolf, isn't it all for your own good? Dad used these to expand the company's scale and increase profits. After many years, these are not all left to you."

Yang Yifan dismissed it: "Come on, not only did I not get a penny from the increased profits, but I was locked by your bank card every day."

"In the future, there will be two more people in the family. First, we must make clear that what is mine is mine. Don't make a fuss about it when you arrive. It would be ugly to go to court. And I'm not interested in your things! I only want what my mother left for me Don't try to take any of all the property, or I will sue you to death in the future!"

Yang Zhiming was so angry that his hands were shaking and he just wanted to hit someone, when Xu Na walked in: "Mr. Yang, the car escorting Mr. Puwen's son is almost at the gate of the villa."

Yang Zhiming knew that he couldn't fall out with Yang Yifan at this time. After all, Mr. Puwen personally asked Yang Yifan to take care of his son by name. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself: "I'll talk about this later, come out and meet people."

Yang Yifan raised a smile: "I really know how to splash a glass of water on people's faces. Besides, you also know that I can send a classmate to the hospital every three days at school, so you are not afraid that I will block people and beat them up." gone."

Yang Zhiming couldn't bear it and warned him: "You idiot, you go to the Internet to check their family. Three generations ago, they squeezed into the high society of western countries. They are real nobles. And the family is so powerful, it is not someone we can provoke , if you dare to move him, try and see how many lives you can bear with him."

Yang Yifan didn't care: "Then don't die."

Seeing the heavy villa door open and the car driving in, Yang became more and more anxious: "What exactly do you want?"

He was really afraid that the bastard Yang Yifan would throw people in the past and offend Pu Wen, not to mention expanding the US market, and even the domestic business would be eaten up to the point where there would be no scum left.

Yang Yifan sneered: "Give me the discount, I know that the market value of that piece of land alone is at least [-] million."

Yang Zhiming roared in a low voice: "That's the value after development. Development doesn't cost money. A piece of land is only worth 5000 million."

After finishing speaking, I regretted it, raised my arm and put it down severely.

Sure enough, Yang Yifan smiled: "Okay, then give it to me."

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, one could see three black Rolls-Royces slowly driving into the courtyard. Yang Zhiming closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief: "Xu Na, bring the check."

After writing the amount and signing it with a pen, he tore it up to Yang Yifan, and sneered: "Ten years, even a dog is mature! You white-eyed wolf."

Yang Yifan took it over, glanced at the amount, put it in his suit pocket, and gave him a sneer: "Yeah, ten years, even a dog can develop feelings."

As he spoke, he walked towards the door, and then turned around and said, "Also, I will receive the rest within a week. Don't forget, your little benefactor is in my hands."

Three black cars were parked in the huge courtyard, and bodyguards in black suits got out of the cars one by one, walked to the middle car, and supported those who were about to get off.

It really was Fang Chen.

But when Yang Yifan saw the person, his heart stopped beating:

Wearing a school uniform and a suit can already show Fang Chen's figure to the extreme, let alone a specially tailored dress.Standing under the blood-red setting sun, Fang Chen's non-smiling temperament and figure are not inferior to any model walking on the international runway.

His slightly curly hair has also been carefully groomed, his appearance is still loose and lazy, and he talks casually to the assistants around him, but it is a real noble look that no one can imitate.

His heart beat for only a second, and when he thought of Fang Chen deliberately taking off his clothes and dangling in front of him last night, Yang Yifan felt a black line:

That is a neurosis!

Yang Zhiming changed his cold and angry face half a minute ago, and walked over to shake hands with Fang Chen to welcome him with an extremely amiable, yet elder-like smile.

Fang Chen is accompanied by Pete, the life assistant, who is a typical western white man, with a slender and thin body, exaggerated expressions when speaking, and rich body language.

He enthusiastically shook hands with Yang Zhiming: "Hello, Mr. Yang, nice to meet you. This is Mr. Puwen's son Fang Chen. I am his life assistant. My name is Pete."

He looked at Yang Yifan again: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Ling Yang Yifan? You are so handsome and beautiful. You are as pure as an angel and as handsome as a prince. I am very honored to meet you, Mr. Yang Yifan."

Yang Yifan frowned when he heard that, Yang Zhiming hurriedly replied: "I'm overwhelmed, I'm overwhelmed, compared with Mr. Fang Chen, I'm still slightly inferior. Come to Xiaofan and say hello to Fang Chen."

Yang Yifan glanced at Fang Chen expressionlessly, saw that he was still smiling carelessly, and immediately sneered, and the warm welcome scene fell into embarrassment for a while.

Yang Zhiming's face turned dark.

Pete came out to smooth things over: "Sorry, sorry, Chen is a little shy."

Yang Zhiming hurriedly made a gesture of invitation: "Oh, my Xiaofan is also not talkative. I heard that Chen has been in Yingyuan High School for a few days. I don't know if you have met Xiaofan at school."

Fang Chen and Pete walked to the dining table in the banquet hall under the guidance of the butler, nodded after taking their seats, and said lightly: "I have seen it."

Yang Zhiming's heart skipped a beat when he heard it, have you seen it? !

Don't be offended by that bastard Yang Yifan.So when Fang Chen and Pete were seated, he pulled Yang Yifan and whispered in his ear: "If you want the rest of the money, treat the guests to me!"

Then he pushed Yang Yifan to the seat next to Fang Chen and asked him to sit down.Then he asked Fang Chen with a smile on his face: "Which class is Chen in?"

Fang Chen smiled faintly: "I'm in class two and three in high school."

Yang Zhiming tried his best to calm the atmosphere with a smile: "Oh, class three, I wonder if we are far away from Xiaofan?"

Fang Chen raised his eyes and looked at him: "Uncle, we are in the same class."

Immediately afterwards, I heard Yang Yifan sneer again, Yang Zhiming's face froze, and he immediately returned to smiling: "Oh, look at my memory, yes Xiaofan just entered the sophomore class of high school, I forgot about it."

Yang Yifan reminded him: "Dad, I am also in class three in the first year of high school."

Yang Zhiming scolded Yang Yifan a hundred times in his heart, but he obviously didn't remind him in the same class, just wanted to see him make a fool of himself on purpose, he gritted his teeth and smiled: "Of course I haven't forgotten, I don't think you changed shift? "

Yang Yifan smiled: "No, I remembered wrongly, I was in class one in the first year of high school, and the class was divided according to the grades in the middle school entrance examination, and my grades were ranked in the top [-] of the grade, so I was assigned to the best class. "

If it wasn't for the little benefactor here, Yang Zhiming estimated that he would beat someone. He knew that this white-eyed wolf would not be able to help him, and he deliberately made him make a fool of himself. He is usually so busy, how could he have time to care which class Yang Yifan is in.

Resisting the 1 urges to strangle Yang Yifan to death, he said in a deep voice, "Xiaofan, there are guests here, so don't lose your temper and speak well."

Fang Chen picked up the cup and took a sip of water to hide his smile.