The sleeping agent of the mysterious deskmate

Yang Yifan said angrily, "Stop! Who told you to disturb my room?"

The butler looked embarrassed: "Master Fan, but Madam..."

Yang Yifan looked darkly, and sneered: "Madam? Heh, you dare to call yourself Madam before you get married. Put them all back for me. If anyone dares to touch me again, don't blame me for being rude."

Everyone in the Yang family knew that the eldest young master's temper was instigated by Mr. Yang, but they did not dare to disobey him. When they were in a dilemma, Zhong Ran came over.

She smiled softly, with a hint of apology on her face, "I'm sorry, Xiaofan, it's all my fault that I didn't explain clearly to you beforehand, yesterday your father wanted to explain to you but couldn't get through to your phone.

My doctor said that this room is well ventilated and sunny, which is very suitable for pregnant women and raising babies. I am not in good health and need to rest in the early stage. After discussing with your father, I decided to move to your room. "

Yang Yifan snorted coldly with disdain: "There are many airy and sunny rooms, why did Ms. Zhong take a fancy to my room? I'm afraid it's not for the sake of raising a baby, and you started to drive out your stepson before you got married. You are too impatient Have some."

Zhong Ran immediately felt anxious and wronged: "No, no, Xiaofan, how can you say that about me? The bedroom on the third floor is better than your room, and the third floor is quieter, so I discussed it with your father yesterday. After a while, move your room to the third floor..."

Yang Yifan chuckled: "Why don't you live in such a nice room on the third floor? Isn't quietness more conducive to raising a baby? Are you afraid? My mother's studio was on the third floor, so you dare not go there, right?" .”

Hearing Yang Zhiming's footsteps approaching, Zhong Ran bit his lip, his complexion was pale and his eyes were red: "Xiaofan, you, how can you say that..."

Yang Yifan sneered, "The acting skills are so good, why is he still a third-rate young actor?"

Yang Zhiming was already very busy, but when he saw Zhong Ran crying, his face became darker. He stared at Yang Yifan and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Zhong Ran wiped away his tears, and pulled him, "Forget it, Zhiming, it was my fault, I shouldn't touch the things in Xiaofan's room, I, I'd better live in the guest room..."

Yang Zhiming coaxed her: "Don't cry, reporters and people from the magazine will come over later, it's not good for people to see."

Then he scolded Yang Yifan: "Isn't it just one room? If you don't come back all day, it's a waste of time to stay here. So what if you let Aunt Zhong live here. You're going to be an older brother soon, and you're so fussy and shameless. What a shame." I'm so disappointed."

Yang Yifan: "I'm sorry, there are still many things that I have let you down, but mine is mine. I have lived in this room for ten years, and it is mine. Now I want to move out."

Yang Yifan snorted coldly, "Unless I die."

"You! Look what you're talking about!"

Yang Zhiming put his arms around Zhong Ran's shoulders to comfort him, and then glared at Yang Yifan with disappointment: "Why did I raise such an unfilial thing like you!"

Yang Yifan also gave him a heavy closing sound.Shut out people who upset him.

He leaned back against the door and closed his eyes.dad?The loving man who would lift him up and take him and his mother to the amusement park had disappeared a year ago.

Last year, my mother's condition worsened, and she lost consciousness several times and was sent to the special intensive care unit, but she was still muttering Yang Zhiming's name.

In order to let his mother feel at ease, Yang Yifan frantically went to find Yang Zhiming.Almost called everyone around Yang Zhiming, but they didn't know where he was.

Finally, when I saw Yang Zhiming's car in the parking lot of the hospital.He ran over ecstatically, but through the car window, he saw Yang Zhiming holding Zhong Ran and the two of them entangled in the car.

There was no surprise or anger, but the stomach was full of nausea, Yang Yifan fled in a hurry, and vomited in a corner where no one was around.

He really couldn't figure out why this man could still make out with other women and do such disgusting things when his wife was seriously ill, even though they had loved each other so much before.

Mother's illness is already in the late stage. After the first rescue, her face was almost pale, and she asked in a weak voice, "Xiaofan, where is your father?"

Yang Yifan endured the nausea and sadness in his heart, pretended to be nonchalant and coaxed his mother in a slow voice: "He said that something urgent happened in the company, and he is busy at the moment, and he will come over when he is done..."

......

A large truck slowly drove into the villa area.The overwhelmed and overwhelmed housekeeper hurried over to greet her.When he saw what was loaded on the truck, he panicked all of a sudden: "Who asked you to deliver it, go back quickly, my husband will not order this kind of flower."

Yang Yifan rushed over, beckoned the driver to let him drive in, and said to the housekeeper, "This is what I ordered, a gift for my dad and Zhong Ran."

Yang Zhiming and Zhong Ran were greeting the reporters who had already arrived. Seeing this scene, they hurried over. Yang Zhiming held his smiling face and asked softly, "Xiaofan, what is this?"

While directing the workers to move the flowers on the cart, Yang Yifan also smiled and said to the two of them: "This is a wedding gift for you and Aunt Zhong, Jasmine. May you grow old forever and stay together forever."

When the reporters and photographers saw this scene, they immediately raised their hands together to take pictures, and couldn't stop praising: "Mr. Yang is really filial, you will be very happy."

There is also a female reporter with an envious look on her face: "It's so fragrant and warm. It's really romantic to send a truckload of jasmine flowers. Mr. Yang really puts his mind to it."

Yang Yifan looked at the hypocritical Yang Zhiming with a sneer and tried his best to deal with everyone with a hypocritical smile.

Ten years ago, when Yang Yifan's mother Su Hui married Yang Zhiming, the main flower in the wedding venue was Jasmine.

They were also blessed that day, and the photographer of the magazine took a family portrait of them, with a whole wall of jasmine flowers in the background.

He couldn't forget the fragrance of jasmine flowers that filled the venue that day, and the happy smile on the face of his mother holding a bouquet of jasmine flowers.

More than ten years have passed, and the Jingshan Villa is also filled with the fragrance of jasmine, but it is the scene of Yang Zhiming marrying another woman.

Yang Yifan almost bought out all the jasmines in the city, nearly a hundred potted plants, hundreds of bouquets, and dozens of beautifully decorated wreath stands.

He commanded people to place potted plants in the garden of the villa, wreaths and flower stands to decorate the venue, and even put bouquets in vases and place them in dining rooms, living rooms, corridors, and even rooms.The inside and outside of the villa are instantly filled with the fragrance of jasmine.

Yang Yifan also ordered the helper at home: "Aunt Zhong is pregnant now, the fragrance of jasmine is suitable for raising a baby, so move all these potted plants to Auntie's room."

Hearing what he said, the reporter immediately said enviously to Zhong Ran: "Mr. Yang is so caring. You will be happy and happy when you marry here. Congratulations, Miss Zhong."

None of the reporters present knew about it, but Zhong Ran did.A trace of anger flashed in her smiling eyes, she clenched her hands tightly, her joints turned white, but she could only watch pots of jasmine flowers being brought out.

Jasmine, Mo Li.

Zhong Ran sneered in his heart.

From her understanding, Yang Yifan seemed to be blessing her, but in fact he was warning her, cursing that she would be like Su Hui, that she would not be able to keep the man she loved, and would even die of illness.

But right now she couldn't stop these people from bringing in more and more flowers, but she had to control her emotions on such an occasion, maintain perfect etiquette, and act as a harmonious and happy family.

She smiled and answered the reporter's words: "Thank you, Xiaofan is indeed a good boy, I am very grateful to him."

Looking at Yang Zhiming who was still dealing with the reporters' questions and answers, Zhong Ran smiled and walked over to find a reason to drag him into a room.Without the presence of outsiders, Zhong Ran finally stopped pretending. With a grievance on her face, she complained with pear blossom and rain:

"This is our wedding, but Xiaofan got a cart full of jasmine flowers everywhere. Who doesn't know that when you married Su Hui, the main focus was on jasmine flowers, which made me put my face there, Xiaofan He, he did it on purpose..."

Yang Zhiming was in an irritable mood at first, so he didn't care to coax her at all: "Whether it's intentional or not, isn't it just to make a few potted flowers? How can you be so particular. He is not at home usually, and he just lost his temper these two days, just bear it." It's over."

Zhong Ran was irritated by her words. Yang Zhiming didn't speak for him when he changed the room, but now he let her bear it again. She said angrily:

"Even if he is not at home, he is still your son. It was the room just now, and now it is Jasmine. Will you let him make trouble like this in the future? We have finally come to this day. I, I am still pregnant with your child, don't you?" , Do you want me to endure Xiaofan for the rest of my life?!"

"It's not so serious to endure for a lifetime. I know Xiaofan's character, but he loves to play tricks."

"But I can bear everything else, but that flower, I can't bear it. It's the only wedding in my life. I don't want to see Su Hui's favorite jasmine flower. You should get rid of these flowers quickly."

It was rare for Zhong Ran to be willful for a while, but Yang Zhiming had to agree, holding back his impatience and coaxing: "It's not right now, there are so many people watching outside, and we will withdraw when the reporters go back, okay? I promise to go home later. Not a single jasmine flower will appear at the venue."

The next step is to take pictures, and take a family portrait in the huge and beautiful garden of the Yang family. The three of them have faint smiles on their faces, and they took a warm group photo under the guidance of the photographer.

The press conference was just a formality, and it was bought by Yang Zhiming.The so-called questions were all prepared in advance. Yang Zhiming answered the questions just like Zhong Ran memorized his lines, and occasionally asked Yang Yifan questions that were innocuous and insignificant.

Everything is for tomorrow's wedding, through magazine news, to whitewash the harmony and warmth of the Yang family to outsiders, the father is kind, the son is filial, the wife is virtuous.

After being busy in the afternoon, after the outsiders left, Yang Zhiming finally took off his disguise, rubbed his stiff smiling face, and ordered the housekeeper, "Throw all these jasmine flowers out for me!"

Yang Yifan: "Throw it away? Why? What are you guilty of? Some people are still afraid that my mother will come to watch tomorrow's wedding."

Zhong Ran's face turned pale, he bit his lips and said nothing, Yang Zhiming scolded him angrily: "Shut up, you can't stop me from embarrassing me, are you so ignorant?!"

Yang Yifan's face was cold, he didn't want to look at him again, he turned his head and went back to his room.

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