The sleeping agent of the mysterious deskmate

The driver who came to pick Fang Chen back drove the car into the underground garage, and after repeatedly confirming that there were no reporters in the garage, Yang Yifan went downstairs with Fang Chen and got into the car back to Fang Chen's house.

Just in case, Fang Chen raised the window screen of the rear row, and even pulled down the baffle in the middle. The wide and comfortable rear seat of the car became a closed space for only two people.

Yang Yifan, who had just recovered a little calm, became nervous again.

Even fortunately, today's relative has already been asked by Fang Chen.

When he was in the apartment, Yang Yifan still didn't resist Fang Chen's brazen soft and hard talk, and finally got kissed - or on the lips.

There is still the touch of being hugged tightly on the back, and the soft but strong feeling of being rubbed on the lips also lingers for a long time.

Perhaps it was with his own consent, Fang Chen took it for granted, and was strong and domineering without restraint.

When he reacted and pushed the person away, his hands and feet were weak, and his face was burning like fire. Fortunately, the driver who picked up Fang Chen called and interrupted the fatal kiss.

It's just that when I took the elevator, I saw myself in the elevator mirror, and even my ears were red.

Sitting in the corner, Yang Yifan was so flustered that he even regretted making such a promise to Fang Chen, if he kissed like this once a day, it would be enough to kill him.

Looking at Fang Chen again, he looked at himself in a good mood and smiled, and from time to time he picked up the croissant and milk brought by the driver and asked, "Do you want bread and milk?"

Yang Yifan: "Don't talk to me, I want to be quiet."

Fang Chen: "Are you ashamed, your face is so red..."

Although the baffle was blocking it, there was a driver in front, Yang Yifan hurriedly interrupted him: "Shut up."

When he arrived at Fang Chen's house, Yang Yifan locked himself in the room with an excuse to study, and forced himself to calm down and do the questions.

Until noon, I fell sleepy on the table and became confused.

Then came the overwhelming hunger.

I'm so hungry, what's wrong?

The hungry stomach hurts, and the hungry hands have no strength to raise them.He tried his best to get up, but his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

Noticing the strangeness, Yang Yifan tried to open his eyes to take a closer look at the surrounding environment, a large wooden bed, blue brocade quilt, burning incense burner in the room, exquisite wooden furniture, an antique scene.

In view of having such a dream several times before, Yang Yifan immediately understood that he was wearing that Fanfan again.He looked grown up, about sixteen or seventeen years old, about his own age.

However, he hasn't eaten for a few days, so hungry! !

The discomfort and discomfort caused by hunger made Yang Yifan want to swear, this Fanfan will not be punished again.

He saw all kinds of pastries, fruits and tea trays on the table not far away.Not caring about other things, Yang Yifan got up top-heavy, his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, stumbled to a table by the window, picked up a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth.

The dim sum is made with care, it is soft and sweet, and it melts in the mouth. After a few quick bites, I directly pick up the teapot and pour it into my mouth.

Even though there is so much to eat and drink, he is still so hungry, this Fanfan is on hunger strike, so let him die.

There were two whispers coming from outside the window, and Yang Yifan listened with bated breath:

"Oh, it's been three days and I still can't get a drop of water. I can't resist it. The young master gave an order this morning, saying that if Mr. Fan doesn't eat, we slaves will starve accordingly. From morning until now, I'm almost starving."

"Our young master is also the same. If you are worried, you can come here to coax him. He caught us asking dozens of times a day about Mr. Fan, but he didn't come to visit. Obviously, the young master knows that as long as he opens his mouth, Mr. Fan will be able to eat ten meals a day." I can eat it."

"It's no wonder our young master didn't come here to coax you. Who told Mr. Fan to be bad to anyone, but he was so thoughtful about taking the initiative to the young master, and tried to climb into the young master's bed. The young master was furious. After so many years, still This is the first time I saw the young master lose his temper with Master Fan."

"Everyone in our Fangfu, including people in the capital city, say that people don't know that our young master treats Mr. Fan as his younger brother, and this Mr. Fan just... oh."

Yang Yifan held the pastry in his hands, his head covered with black lines:

What do you mean?

The young master must be Yichen who looks exactly like Fang Chen.

Fanfan fell in love with him, but was rejected, so he went on a hunger strike!

How to do it again and again, you deserve to starve to death!

"Shhhhhh, the young master is here, hurry up and greet him." After saying this, Yang Yifan heard a burst of busyness outside, followed by voices of respectful greetings.

After all, it was worn on someone else's body, Yang Yifan put down the pastry in his hand, and climbed back on the bed top-heavy.

The door of the bedroom was finally opened, and a tall figure could be seen walking in step by step through the screen.

No need to look at his face, just relying on his height and walking momentum, Yang Yifan knew this person and that Yichen.

Yichen with the same face appeared in front of Yang Yifan's bed, but without the gentleness and indulgence of the past, and looked more mature and majestic.

He held a bowl of porridge in his hand, his face was cold, his tone was severe, and what he said made people feel chills: "Listen, if you don't drink this bowl of porridge, I'll chop up the little flowers you raised yourself .”

Behind him was a servant-like man in a blue robe, holding a cat in his arms, as if he knew he was in danger, meowing pitifully.

What the hell!

Yang Fafa wanted to scold someone in his heart, but with a face like Fang Chen's, he dared to talk to himself like this, he really wanted to call the bowl of porridge in front of him on his face.

"Drink it!"

Yichen spoke sternly, making the maids and servants behind him shudder, and all the people in the room looked at Fanfan on the bed beggingly.

But Yang Yifan was not afraid, seeing Yichen like this made him even angrier, and instead felt sorry for the original owner named Fanfan.

Isn't it just that you don't like it? Do you need such a strong method to refuse?Fanfan must be very sad, after all, the person who was so gentle to him suddenly became so cold and disheartened, so he went on a hunger strike and abused his body.

Yang Yifan wanted to earn some benefits for Fanfan, imagining the degree of affectation of this person, and deliberately said: "You feed me, and I will eat."

Fang Chen looked at him with sharp eyes: "Don't even think about it!"

Then he turned to the people behind him and said, "Press that little beast and chop off its front paws!"

The two servants immediately pinned the kitten to the ground, and one of them pulled out its front paw, drew out a shining dagger, and raised its arm to chop it off.

What the hell!

"stop!!"

Yang Yifan was so angry that if he wasn't weak, he would have jumped up and beat people, but he couldn't bear it any longer, when he picked up the bowl of porridge in front of him and was about to pour it on Yichen, he woke up.

The body lying on the desk straightened up, Yang Yifan rubbed his arm that was numb from the pillow, frowned, and was angry: why did he wake up at this hour, did the cat have its front paw chopped off?

Once he started to concentrate on thinking about these things, Yang Yifan's mind became dizzy, and he gradually fell into a dream again.

It still stays in that scene, but this time it is not worn on Fanfan, but the scene in the room is seen by a bystander.

Fanfan's voice was weak and urgent: "Stop it, why are you embarrassing a cat, I said that as long as you come to see me, I will obey and eat...

...only I don't want to drink this, I just want cod porridge now. "

Yichen was still stern, but his tone was not as strict as before, and he said with a slight sigh: "...wait."

The scene changed again, it seemed to be in a kitchen-like place, and two chef-like people were busy.

A fatter man complained while chopping vegetables, "Mr. Fan said that he wanted to drink cod porridge, which caused the whole house to go out to find cod. Where can we buy cod this season?"

The other one is younger: "Mr. Fan is always picky about his meals. His three meals a day plus snacks and fruits cost at least a hundred kinds of ingredients. Fortunately, our family is rich, and the young master is pampering and pampering Mr. Fan." , the money spent on Mr. Fan’s ingredients every day is thousands of taels of silver.”

A boy in blue clothes ran in outside, Yang Yifan recognized him because he was always around Fang Chen every time.

He was sweating profusely as he ran, panting and said: "I bought it, I bought it, hurry up, is the porridge ready, chop up a piece of fish and eat it."

"Hey, Wang Guier, looking at you sweating all over, did you really buy it? Hey, this little fish, which is bigger than a palm, is actually placed in an ice box. Where did you get the ice in the dog days?"

Wang Guier: "You don't know, this fish is stored in the underground ice cellar of Emperor Shang Zhou's house, and it is specially used for the emperor's imperial meals. The young master spent nearly 5000 taels of silver, and it is soft and hard at Mr. Zhou's place. It's a good word This little piece was as good as it could get.”

"Tsk tsk tsk, our young master really dotes on Mr. Fan to the sky. Since he likes it so much, let's accept it. The head of the Fang family, if he keeps a male pet in the room, no one will come out and say anything."

Wang Gui'er lowered his voice: "How do you know that the young master's heart is that he likes Master Fan, so he would not do such a thing. If you want to know what male pets are, they are all things that cannot be put on the stage."

"The young master is currently helping Mr. Fan to build up relationships, running around, just to make his official career stable, and one day he can stand in the court. It's just that Mr. Fan can't see through the painstaking efforts of the young master, and is still making a fuss. , What a sinful fate."

......

Yang Yifan woke up again, sitting at the table and thinking deeply.

He began to seriously think about why he could have such a dream.

Fanfan and Yichenhe, what is the connection between himself and Fang Chen?

Fang Chen approached him, whether he also had such a dream.

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Fang Chen was talking to Pete downstairs, when he saw Yang Yifan going downstairs, he immediately smiled and asked, "Don't do the questions anymore? The weather is dry today, I asked the kitchen to make you a bowl of fruit porridge, do you want to try it?"

Yang Yifan:  …

Here at Fang Chen's place, it is true that he eats an incomparably sumptuous meal every day, and there are quite a lot of varieties. Although there are not as many as hundreds of ingredients as in the dream, there are dozens of them.

Fang Chen is raising himself as Fanfan.

The fruit porridge was served quickly, and it gave off a sweet and intoxicating fruity aroma, which made people want to cry.Yang Yifan stirred with a spoon, looked at Fang Chen and said casually: "Yichen..."

There was a soft sound, but it was like a thunder that exploded in Fang Chen's heart, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Yang Yifan in shock.

Looking at Fang Chen, who has always been calm and calm, showing such a gaffe for the first time, Yang Yifan has the answer in his heart.

He continued: "...Do you know that Yichen Congee Shop also has this kind of fruit porridge in it. It tastes good and it's not far from my house. I'll take you to try it next time."

Fang Chen looked at him for a while, his face returned to normal: "...OK."

So Fang Chen really knew about Yichen, no, maybe Fang Chen himself was that Yichen, that's why he always called himself Fanfan.

What are these things, past and present?Then why I don't have the memory of Fanfan.

Fang Chen approached him at the beginning because he was exactly the same as that Fanfan, right?

Being dishonest with your own hands and feet is also because you liked it in your previous life, right?

So this person did not regard himself as Yang Yifan, but as Fanfan, right? !

Strong displeasure welled up in Yang Yifan's heart, at least he liked Fang Chen, it was during this period of time that he fell under Fang Chen's gentleness and protection step by step, it had nothing to do with Yichen in his dream.

And Fang Chen just regarded himself as Fanfan's stand-in.

He stirred the porridge a few times awkwardly, and put it down without drinking the last sip.

The author has something to say: there is another update at 9 o'clock~