The sleeping agent of the mysterious deskmate

Yang's Villa

At noon, everyone was dealing with the fact that the reporters didn't have time to eat, and they were all very hungry. The restaurant downstairs was where Yang Zhiming and Zhong Ran were eating, and Yang Yifan would not go there to eat together.

The maid aunt knocked open Yang Yifan's room with a plate: "Master Fan, sir asked me to bring you lunch."

Yang Yifan looked at the same plate and frowned: "What are these?"

A dish is either green or white food without oil and water.Even a bowl of soup is thick and white, and I don't know what ingredients are put in it. Even the hungry Yang Yifan can't whet his appetite when he sees the clear soup with little water.

The helper aunt replied to him: "Ma'am is in the early stages of pregnancy, and the kitchen is making meals according to the dietitian's collocation, which is indeed a little lighter."

"She is pregnant alone, so the whole family eats the maternity meal with him. It's really embarrassing. You take it out, I don't want to eat it."

Everyone is very busy today, no one will make something for Yang Yifan alone to take care of Yang Yifan's taste, the maid auntie will close the door and leave after hearing what he said, with the expression: You like to eat or not, we will not wait for you.

Yang Zhiming saw the meal served, and it was taken down properly: "What? He still wants to go on a hunger strike?!"

"Master Fan said that he doesn't want to eat these."

"Get used to him, you are not allowed to cook him food, just starve him!"

Yang Yifan is not someone who would wrong him, he lay on his bed, dragging his mobile phone to order takeaway for himself.

At this moment, he kind of misses the time when he was at Fang Chen's house, all the food seemed to be specially customized for him, all of which were his favorite tastes.

He looked at the alarm clock on the table, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, it was Fang Chen's afternoon tea time.Although Fang Chen often gets nervous, he has high requirements on the quality of life. Every day at this point, he will add a meal, which is simple but delicious and exquisite.

Sometimes it's Darjeeling milk tea with western desserts, sometimes it's freshly squeezed juice with Chinese dim sum, and sometimes it's fish and chips with cola.

Although there is a lot of jumping, it can bring him surprises every time, because all the food is very delicious. I don't know how many chefs and pastry chefs Fang Chen has hired at home. It is really a luxury!

Yang Yifan flicked the phone, looked at the pictures of takeaway food on the webpage, but thought of all kinds of delicious dishes of Fang Chen's family in his mind.

Some, want to go back to Fang Chen's house for dinner...

Someone knocked on the door again, and the voice of the housekeeper, Uncle Wu, sounded: "Master Fan, there is your courier outside, and it says that you need to sign for it yourself."

Yang Yifan was puzzled: I didn't buy anything?

He still got up from the bed, wanting to see what happened.

When I arrived at the gate of the villa, when I saw someone coming, my head was full of black lines: What kind of courier, this person is obviously the driver that Fang Chen assigned to me, Brother Liu.

The car he was driving was also that white BMW, and the housekeeper believed him when he said he was delivering a courier. Is the housekeeper in his house just so smart?

He asked, "Did Fang Chen ask you to come?"

Brother Liu took out a large box wrapped in heat-insulated tinfoil from the car, handed it to him and said, "Chen said, let me send this to you."

After Yang Yifan took it, he asked suspiciously, "Is there food in it?"

Driver Brother Liu: "It seems so."

Sure enough, Fang Chen would not let him down. After opening layers of heat-insulating tin foil, Yang Yifan almost jumped up in surprise.

It turned out to be roast duck!

Still hot!

Not only that, it also comes with thinly sliced ​​green onion and cucumber strips, a stack of pancakes, and sauce packets, which are neatly packaged and placed neatly beside the sliced ​​golden roast duck.

Inside the box lay a transparent glass cup with a light blue post-it note: Fang Chen's special sour plum soup.

special?

Did he cook it? !

Yang Yifan put all the food in the box on the dining table, sat down to eat with joy, the ruddy and oily roasted duck skin, dipped in special sauce, rolled into pancakes, served with a few slices of green onion and shredded cucumber, not yet started I feel the smell is tangy.

After rolling two sheets, I took another sip of Fangchen's special sour plum soup. The slightly sweet and sour taste is a perfect match with the mellow roast duck.

Yang Yifan, who was already hungry, was very satisfied now, and half of his unhappiness in the morning disappeared.

Maybe the driver Liu Ge reported to Fang Chen that the roast duck had been delivered, and a message popped up on Yang Yifan's phone:

Neuropathy: -How does it taste?Do you like to eat?

Yes, Fang Chen's notes on Yang Yifa's phone have always been crazy.

It was very strange to receive Fang Chen's message. How should I put it, the two of them had hardly contacted each other by mobile phone.

Usually in school, Fang Chen followed him almost like a shadow, he was used to seeing Fang Chen crowded beside him like a big tail as soon as he looked up.

But at this moment, the two of them were so far apart, and they were in touch through text messages.

Yang Yifan replied to him:

- You really made the sour plum soup?

- yes , do you like it

-good.

- Then I will make it for you to drink.

Yang Yifan paused and didn't return.

He didn't forget that Fang Chen said that he wanted to chase him, he sent flowers in the morning, and now he delivered meals, he chased him quite seriously.

Yang Yifan couldn't help provoking a smile.Fang Chen's sad eyes when he said that he would not sleep with him tonight appeared in his mind.

After all, being a cannibal has a short mouth, Yang Yifan's heart softened a bit.

The wedding will start at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. It will take more than an hour to drive from Fang Chen's house. If you get up earlier, you can actually catch up with the wedding. Why don't you go back to sleep with him tonight.

Yang Yifan couldn't help smiling a little, thinking that after the matter here was over, he would come to Fang Chen's house and give him a surprise.

Yang Yifan, who was eating roast duck in the restaurant, had no idea that the aroma of this roast duck was already wafting across the room, so the servants in the room looked at him from time to time.

Especially Yang Zhiming had come and gone several times, and wanted to ask him where he ordered the roast duck. It was so delicious that he wanted to eat it now.

Zhong Ran's early pregnancy reaction was very serious, not to mention eating these, even the smell of oily smoke felt uncomfortable, so he accompanied her to eat those pregnant women's meals with clear soup and little water.

Not to mention that I am not full, the mouth is almost fading out, and I really want to taste the burnt yellow and oily roast duck roasted by Yang Yifan!

However, Yang Yifan treated him like air, guarded a large plate of delicious food, didn't even look at him, and didn't expect to share a few mouthfuls of roast duck meat.

Moreover, the father and son had just finished arguing, and now they let him lick his face and sit over to eat together, he couldn't bear it either.

Yang Zhiming swallowed his saliva, and cursed secretly: Damn, I'll go eat roast duck after finishing the work! !

Zhong Ran didn't know that Yang Zhiming was so greedy that he was almost drooling. When she passed by the restaurant, she frowned and acted like a spoiled child, aggrieved Yang Zhiming: "Zhiming, I smell this smell, and my stomach feels uncomfortable again. Nausea..."

Yang Zhiming persuaded her angrily: "Then go back to the room and stay, don't come out to smell."

Zhong Ran: "..."

Boom, I'm so sorry.

Satisfied, Yang Yifan wiped his mouth with a tissue and asked the butler, "Uncle Wu, is your big yellow dog still in the backyard?"

Uncle Wu: "Yes, there are a lot of guests today, I'm afraid it won't be brought out by barking, so stay in your own den. Does Master Fan want to take the dog for a walk?"

"No, does it eat roast duck? It's too much for me to finish. Give the rest to Rhubarb."

Hearing this, Yang Zhiming rolled his eyes angrily: ...you are an unfilial son, even if you can't finish eating, you don't even know how to give your father two bites!

The last thing Yang Yifan did when he came back today was to choose the dress for tomorrow's wedding.

Because the marriage of Yang Zhiming and Zhong Ran was only finalized yesterday, they didn't even have time to choose the wedding jewelry.Dozens of wedding dresses and various jewelry were sent over for Zhong Ran to choose from.

The Yang family, which had been quiet for a while, became lively again, and even Zhong Xinman came.

She was beside Zhong Ran, happily helping her choose the wedding dress and jewelry, with a happy smile on her face, as if she was the one who got married.

Not only that, she also enthusiastically helped Yang Zhiming match suits and ties, and said sweetly in her small mouth: Uncle Yang is so young and handsome.

Being praised by a little girl, Yang Zhiming was embarrassed on the face, but he was happy in his heart, maintaining the attitude of a parent, and said with a smile: "Manman is still sensible, or a daughter is better, caring and meticulous, not like Yang Yifan's smelly Kid, you know how to make people angry."

Zhong Ran didn't feel uncomfortable with the pregnancy reaction anymore, and tried on wedding dresses and jewelry one after another.Hearing what Yang Zhiming said, he couldn't help but help his lower abdomen, pretending to be wronged: "If it's a boy, you will be disappointed..."

Yang Zhiming quickly coaxed her: "Boys and girls are fine, as long as you behave well, don't be as annoying as your brother."

Zhong Ran smiled embarrassedly, put on the wedding jewelry that Zhong Xinman had matched with her and asked, "Do you think I look good in this?"

Yang Zhiming: "It looks good, they all look good, whatever you wear looks good."

Zhong Ran was immersed in the wedding dress at the moment, and blamed him: "Everything looks good, but you can help me choose the most suitable one?"

Yang Zhiming: "Then you have the one at hand."

"This one is a little pink, it needs to be pure white."

When Yang Yifan went downstairs, he saw the scene of the three people having fun, and felt blocked. He went to the designer and picked a suit at random, and was about to leave.

Although Zhong Xinman hated Yang Yifan, she wanted to be a relative after all, so she had to pretend to be affectionate. She warmly suggested to Yang Yifan:

"Yang Yifan, I heard from Uncle Yang that there are not too many guests at the wedding tomorrow, how about we invite some classmates and friends to come over tomorrow to join us?"

Yang Yifan said coldly, "I don't have any friends to call."

Zhong Xinman: "How could it be? I see that you have such a good relationship with Fang Chen, so I asked him to come. Anyway, I came here to eat and play."

As soon as Yang Zhiming heard her mention Fang Chen, he immediately became interested: "Yeah, good idea, good idea, or Manman will be thoughtful."

Yang Yifan knew that the two of them were looking for money and the other was looking for sex, he felt contemptuous in his heart: "I don't know Fang Chen well, so I can't invite him."

Zhong Xinman smiled: "No way, as far as I can see, the two of you are together almost all the time at school. After this sports meeting, you were also named the hottest CP in Yingyuan. It is said that you eat and sleep together."

Yang Yifan: "What cp?"

Zhong Xinman: "You don't know? The campus forums are now talking about you two."

Yang Zhiming: "Xiaofan, since you have a good relationship with people, it's not difficult to invite people over to play together."

Facing the twinkling eyes of Yang Zhiming and Zhong Xinman, Yang Yifan felt restless, and he said coldly, "I'm going to disappoint you, I really can't invite this person."

As he was about to go out, Yang Zhiming quickly stopped him: "Where are you going?"

Yang Yifan: "Don't worry, I will be present at your wedding tomorrow."

Before leaving, I heard Yang Zhiming angrily from behind: "Look at your attitude, it's fine if you don't help Dad, and you still show your face. Why do I raise such a useless thing."

Yang Yifan's mood fell to the extreme again, he walked out of the villa and stopped a taxi.

If Yang Zhiming hadn't threatened him with cleaning up the belongings in his mother's room today, how could he have come to the wedding today.I really regret that I didn't move all my mother's belongings in Jingshan to my apartment sooner.

Move in after Yang Zhiming's wedding is over, and don't look at the faces of these people again.

In the Jingshan villa, Yang Zhiming, Zhong Ran, and Zhong Xinman were enjoying themselves happily, but he was like an outsider.Although he didn't care how Yang Zhiming treated him, the feeling of loneliness and helplessness still made him feel depressed, and now he only wanted to return to Fang Chen.