The sleeping agent of the mysterious deskmate

The next day Yang Yifan went to his apartment alone to carry his luggage. Before the car entered the gate of the apartment complex, he saw Xia Yu wandering around. He was afraid that Xia Yu would find out that he was in Fang Chen's car, so he quickly ordered the driver to park the car. a supermarket.

Then, the phone rang, and Xia Yu called.

"Brother Fan, are you at home? Where am I near your house now?"

"I'm out shopping, what's the matter?"

"Looking for you to do your homework, have you finished your homework?"

Yang Yifan:  …

The homework is at Fang Chen's house, and he is not in the mood to do it now.

He tricked Xia Yu: "I lived in Jingshan two days ago, and I forgot that home for homework."

Xia Yu: "Ah, where are you going to your father, are you all right, there is no quarrel."

Yang Yifan scoffed: "What do you think?"

Xia Yu: "Forget it, let's not talk about your dad, our homework is all papers, I will make a copy for you, let's do it together at your home."

Yang Yifan: "...OK."

Before Yang Yifan was six years old, he lived with his mother in an apartment in this community.Because it was developed early, it is located in the city center and the surrounding environment is very convenient.After his mother took him into Yang's house, only occasionally when his mother and father quarreled, he would stay here for a few days if he felt bored.

After his mother passed away, Yang Yifan moved here directly.This is his own home, because all his things are here.

There was no one living there for a week, and it wasn't messy, but there was a layer of dust everywhere. After a brief cleaning and scrubbing, the two of them sat at the restaurant table and started doing their homework. There was a pile of snacks brought by Xia Yu in the middle of the table.

Although Yang Yifan came to move, he didn't dare to let Xia Yu know, and he also liked the feeling of staying in this home, although he didn't want to do homework.

The pen in his pocket belonged to Fang Chen who borrowed it during the exam on Friday, and he was spinning it in his hand, carelessly marking the multiple-choice questions on the paper.

The shell of the pen is pure black metal, and it feels good to hold. It can be seen that it should be expensive, but it doesn't even have a logo.

Yang Yifan turned around and thought of Fang Chen's house, three identical pure black cars in the garage, a row of identical pure black T-shirts in the closet, and now even the pens he uses are pure black.

The letter of CHEN will not be used on this pen.

He subconsciously picked up the pen and observed it carefully, and he saw the thin letter CHEN engraved on the seam in the middle.

Yang Yifan:  …

Narcissism, obsessive-compulsive disorder, neuropathy!

"Brother Fan, is this a new one for you?"

"Oh, I borrowed it from Fang Chen."

"You like it very much. I see you keep playing with it in your hand."

"Like a fart, I'll pay him back when school starts."

Yang Yifan wanted to ask him about borrowing money, but after thinking about it, he would not say anything, anyway, he would go to the bank tomorrow to cash the cash check, so he would pay it back for him first.

Yang Yifan: "I'll go to your house to play next week. I haven't seen my uncle and aunt for a long time."

Xia Yu immediately became happy: "Wow, wow, let me tell you, I made a new set of VR games, let's play together."

"You don't like to play, what are you doing with that?"

Xia Yu chuckled: "I just bought it after seeing it. I just don't know how to play. You can teach me how to play."

"it is good."

"You can also stay at my house in the evening. How about we still grill kebabs in the garden while the weather is cool?"

Yang Yifan was a little bit embarrassed: "It's better...don't stop."

"It's okay. You also know that my parents welcome you very much. Yesterday my mother asked why you didn't come to my house."

"Then, let's talk about it then."

......

Fang Chen half-lyed on the bench in his own garden, bored, looking at a blue dot on the map of his mobile phone, flickering and stopping at one position.

He said to himself: Does it take so long to carry the luggage? Could it be that he is reluctant to come back?

Pete came over with his notebook in his arms, and when he stretched his head, he knew that he was checking the location and tracking: "Wow, did you give the little angel your pen with the locator? Does he know that you are tracking him?"

Fang Chen's voice was lazy: "He borrowed it from me, don't blame me."

"The driver who delivered the little angel called just now, saying that the little angel met his friend and asked him to wait for him in the supermarket, and did not carry the luggage."

"Which friend?"

"I don't know."

Fang Chen took out another mobile phone, opened it and sent a message to Yang Yifan.

Yang Yifan here:

Neuropathy: -What do you want for dinner, I'll ask the chef to make it for you, or order takeaway?go out to eat?

Fang Chen here:

Brother Fan: -Don't worry about me, I'll be back late.

Fang Chen spread out on the back of the bench, loosened his hand, and dropped the phone on the lawn, with a lonely expression on his face: "I really want to see him, but I haven't seen him for a while, my head is so tired, and my body is so uncomfortable..."

Pete's expression was shocked: "Chen, you won't be...".

Fang Chen looked at the sky, his eyes were empty: "I don't know, I only know that my body seems to die if I leave him..."

It seems that every cell is eager to get close to Yang Yifan, and instinctively wants to stay by his side, the closer the more comfortable.

"Check the weather forecast for me to see if there are any thunderstorms recently."

"Wait a minute... Wow, the weather is good this week, the sun is shining every day, and the temperature is just right."

Fang Chen: ...

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