The sleeping agent of the mysterious deskmate

When we arrived at Fang Chen's house, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. As soon as we entered the house, we could smell the faint aroma of rice. Yang Yifan, who had not had enough to eat with everyone, suddenly felt a little greedy.

The meal on the dining room table is still steaming. It consists of two bowls of light Yangchun noodles, a few side dishes, and boiled pear soup in a white porcelain bowl. This is the first time I have seen such a purely Chinese meal in Fang Chen's house. .

Yang Yifan held back his saliva and asked puzzledly, "Is anyone here at home?"

Fang Chen shook his head: "Supper, I prepared it for you, come and eat."

Not only was Yang Yifan a little hungry, his stomach was burning from eating spicy skewers, and he urgently needed to eat some light padding. No matter what, he would not make things difficult for his stomach, so he sat down with Fang Chen to eat together.

After eating the delicious and refreshing Yangchun noodles, I finally suppressed the burning discomfort in my stomach. A few light side dishes washed away the greasy gas in my stomach after eating skewers, and I really became refreshed.

Especially boiled pear soup, the pears and wolfberry are boiled and melt in the mouth, the soup is thick and mellow, with the unique sweetness of rock sugar, it clears the heart and moistens the lungs.After drinking, it seemed that even the anger in my heart was suppressed.

His bowl of pear soup was empty, Yang Yifan licked his lips and still wanted to drink it, seeing Fang Chen's bowl remained motionless, he wanted to say: If you don't want to drink it, give it to me.

But, ever since Fang Chen confessed his love in the afternoon, he deliberately avoided him, deliberately ignored him with a cold face, it was really embarrassing to ask him for food at such a time, it was too embarrassing!

Fang Chen was right, he was just asking for trouble, if he didn't accept it, he wouldn't accept it, why did he do that.

Looking at Fang Chen's pear soup, he swallowed his saliva, and when he put down the bowl with greed, the butler Luo Shu came over with a bowl of pear soup with a smile on his face.

"Chen said, Young Master Fan likes to drink pear soup, so I asked the cook to cook some more. Do you want Master Fan to add another bowl?"

Yang Yifan didn't show it on the surface, but he was very pleasantly surprised in his heart, and said to Uncle Luo, "Thank you."

Joyfully picked up the spoon, got it cheap and acted like a good boy, deliberately pretending to be alert, and pressed Fang Chen:

"When did I tell you I like pear soup?"

"And how do you know I don't like spicy food?"

"You, have you investigated me?!"

Fang Chen fiddled with the spoon in his hand, and said with a meaningful smile: "I have indeed investigated it. And I know your personality and preferences like the back of my hand, why? Are you afraid?"

The spoon in Yang Yifan's hand paused for a moment. People from a family like Fang Chen would conceal their identities when traveling outside for the sake of personal safety, and they even brought a group of bodyguards with them.Not to mention letting outsiders get close to him easily and live in his room.

So before approaching yourself, you must have done a detailed investigation of everything about yourself.He snorted lightly: "I have nothing to be afraid of, it's just that if you spend so much effort, you may be disappointed in the end, and you won't get anything from me."

Fang Chen just looked at him and smiled, without speaking.

At this time, Yang Yifan's mobile phone that was charging in the living room rang.Immediately, a maid aunt brought the phone to him.

Seeing the caller, Yang Yifan's heart sank, he put down the spoon reluctantly, and pressed to answer, Yang Zhiming's voice couldn't wait to roar out:

"Where did you go? I called you all afternoon and couldn't get through. What did you do!!"

Yang Yifan frowned, put the phone away from his ears, and said sarcastically, "People who are busy getting married, still have time to call me?"

Yang Zhiming's tone was a little slow, "I was about to tell you about this, but I kept calling you in the afternoon and couldn't get through. Where are you now? I sent someone to wait for you in front of the apartment, and I haven't seen you back until now. Where have you been!"

Yang Yifan glanced at Fang Chen: "I, at my classmate's house..."

There was a noisy voice on the phone. Yang Zhiming seemed to be very busy. He said, "Why did you go to live with a classmate? I'm busy now, so I don't have time to talk too much. I'll explain it to you when you return to Jingshan tomorrow, and I will explain it to you the day after tomorrow. You have to be there at the wedding."

Yang Yifan sneered, "Go back? You're not afraid that I'll mess up your wedding."

However, on the other end of the phone, there was unexpected anger, but a sigh, Yang Zhiming said: "Xiaofan, believe it or not, for you, I really don't want to marry Zhong Ran.

But this time her pregnancy was suddenly exposed, mixed with some business matters, which forced me to complete the wedding this weekend, but whether I marry Zhong Ran or not, you are my son, our Yang The eldest son of the family. "

However, Yang Yifan seemed to have heard a big joke, and sneered, "If you are not going to marry someone, you will make other people's belly bigger? You are not afraid of being known by Zhong Ran.

And what Zhong Ran did in front of my mother before, you forget me but you can't forget it, let me attend your wedding and play the role of a loving father and filial son in front of the outside, I wish you all old age, don't even think about it! "

Yang Zhiming took a deep breath, "Xiaofan, now is not the time to lose your temper. There will be a press conference in Jingshan tomorrow, and there will be a magazine photoshoot. This matter is also related to the company's operations. You must be present in the next two days."

Yang Yifan: "Press conference? All right, you're not afraid to say things you shouldn't say."

The person on the other end of the phone, whose patience had been exhausted, yelled sternly: "Xiaofan! Do you have to let our father and son tear each other apart? If you dare not come back tomorrow, I will immediately clean up the room on the third floor. clean!"

"How dare you! You..."

The phone beeped and hung up, and Yang Yifan put the phone on the table heavily, with a terrible expression on his face.The good mood that was just moistened by pear soup has now become a mess.

Fang Chen stirred the pear soup in the bowl, and asked, "If you don't want to see your father marry that woman, I'll help you find a way to cancel their wedding."

Yang Yifan sneered: "You are amazing, but you don't have to worry about it. It doesn't matter to me whether he gets married or not. Since he insists on letting me go, then I will go! It's just that I may not come back tomorrow night, so... .I want you to ask for a night off."

He raised his chin again, and asked slightly provocatively, "Are you sure?"

With a sad face, Fang Chen sighed and said, "So what? I can't tie you here.

It's just that without you at night, I have to endure loneliness again. I'm afraid I can't sleep because of loneliness, so can we call at night?At least it gives me peace of mind to hear your voice. "

Yang Yifan's head was full of black lines: "Shut up, I'm not in the mood to be here with you."

The first night after being confessed, they lived together in the same room, and it was at Fang Chen's house again.Originally, Yang Yifan thought it would be embarrassing, and he was even more vaguely worried about what Fang Chen would say or do if he got mad again.

It turned out not at all, Fang Chen was quite honest, he didn't say anything shameless, and he didn't do anything sick.

It seems that he is quite busy, chatting with Pete in the study, and when he returned to the bedroom, he was lying on the bed and typing on his laptop.

Before going to sleep, Fang Chen asked people to light lavender essence in the bedroom, and a pleasant fragrance came, Yang Yifan's restless mood was soothed, he slowly calmed down, fell asleep unknowingly, and had a good night's sleep .

When I woke up, the sky was already bright, and I could smell the sultry and fresh fragrance of flowers in a daze.When I opened my eyes, I saw that the bedroom was filled with all kinds of flowers.

Red and lavender roses, golden marigolds, and white lilies with a slight yellowish tinge. Large bouquets are placed in vases, and they are everywhere on the table in the room.

Fang Chener was sitting beside his bed, pressing a blooming lily in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Good morning, Fanfan."

Yang Yifan's eyes were sleepy, and he said in a half-hoaring voice, "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

Fang Chen sent the lily branches to Yang Yifan, "I want to send you flowers. I picked them in the garden this morning. Look, there is autumn morning dew on them. Do you like them?"

The strong fragrance of lilies woke up the drowsy brain instantly. He was too lazy to bother with a person who had a nervous breakdown early in the morning, so he knocked out the flower branch that almost reached his nose, "I don't like it, take it. open."

At this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind: flowers!

Jingshan Villa

For tomorrow's Yang Zhiming's wedding, the helpers came in and out around the villa, cleaning and dressing up the venue, a busy scene.

When they saw Yang Yifan coming back, they all said hello cautiously. The housekeeper, Uncle Wu, rushed over and told him about today's itinerary while looking at his expression.

"Master Fan, the magazine society came to take pictures at [-] o'clock this afternoon. After the end, there was a simple press conference. The questions were all arranged by the husband and the reporters. Master Fan only needs to have a cutscene."

"Understood." Yang Yifan walked to his room on the second floor with a cold face.

But the housekeeper still followed him closely, "Master Fan is like this, because Madam is pregnant now, and the equipment and location of your room are most suitable for Madam to raise a baby, so Madam will live in your room in the future. The young master has prepared a bedroom on the third floor..."

Yang Yifan paused: "What?!"

Since coming here, he has lived in this room for ten years.He said that the son of the Yang family is the only son, so this room is the largest and most functional room except the master bedroom.

He likes this room, it is very spacious, it has a small living room, a simple kitchen, and a large terrace with a good view.

Although he won't enjoy life like Fang Chen, he will live life to the extreme.But when the weather is good, I can sit on a pair of sofas on the terrace, bask in the sun, breathe the fresh and fragrant air, and pass the time looking at the pleasing scenery in the garden.

But he loved the room more than that.

He will never forget the first time he came to this house that year, and when he entered this room, his mother's eyes sparkled.

She couldn't hide the joy in her heart, and asked happily: "Xiaofan, we can go back to Dad's house, do you like it here?"

Even a six-year-old child can feel how happy his mother was at that time.

Maybe it was to make up for what he owed to his mother and son in the past six years. Yang Zhiming treated him very well, gave him enough pocket money, gave him toys, and would accompany him to the playground on weekends.

Occasionally at night, like his mother, he would sit beside his bed and read picture books and tell stories, and would not leave quietly until he was lulled to sleep.Let him always feel that he finally has a good father like other children.

In this room, there are warm memories of parents and mothers, and they have also witnessed their happiness.At least before Zhong Ran appeared, the three of them were still in harmony.

But now what did he see!

A few helpers were carrying his things out, while Zhong Ran's things kept coming in.