The sleeping agent of the mysterious deskmate

Before going to bed, Yang Yifan received another call from Yang Zhiming, but this time Yang Zhiming's tone of voice seemed to be different from usual.

"There is still a lot of public opinion outside, don't go to school tomorrow, you are bored in the Linjiang apartment by yourself, I will send someone to pick you up in Jingshan tomorrow."

Yang Yifan immediately rejected him: "No, I'm fine here alone."

The other party hesitated for a while, then said: "... Xiaofan, do you still hate Dad..."

Yang Yifan: "What are you talking to me at this time, and someone cheated on you and came to my place to seek comfort? I don't have time to listen to your injury complaints."

Yang Zhiming asked in surprise: "You, you know?! How did you know, who told you?"

Only then did Yang Yifan realize that Zhong Ran's affair was still a secret and had not been leaked out.

He pretended to be calm: "Because apart from this, I can't find any reason for you to cancel the wedding."

Yang Zhiming sneered over there: "Xiaofanyu, Xi, Tuan, Team, Du, Jia. This is a matter between us adults. Don't worry too much. Is your pocket money enough? I have already paid for your card." Untied, you..."

"No need, I will return those cards to you next time I go back, and I won't cost you a penny in the future."

"Xiaofan, don't be angry with Dad..."

Yang Zhiming's momentum was very weak, and his tone seemed to be choked with sobs. Yang Yifan mocked in his heart and interrupted him: "Okay, I'm going to sleep, hang up."

The matter of his canceling the wedding has caused a great deal of publicity, and the public opinion outside is raging now. Even when he wanted to watch TV, Fang Chen stopped him and coaxed him to play games.

He didn't feel sympathy for Yang Zhiming being cuckolded by Zhong Ran. Instead, he felt that it was retribution, and he deserved to experience the feeling of being betrayed by others.

He threw the phone on the bed, and saw Fang Chen looking at him pitifully, speechless: "What are you doing looking at me like that? Where are you going to make trouble?"

Fang Chen sighed: "How can I say it, it's easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. If I haven't seen the light, how would I know that I'm in the dark now..."

"speak English!"

"I slept with you last night in a good mood, and now I'm so lonely when I sleep alone. I'm afraid I'm going to suffer from insomnia again. Fanfan, please feel sorry for this depressed patient in front of you."

Yang Yifan rolled his eyes at him, and lay down under his bed.

"Fanfan, I promise that I will be honest all night and will never annoy you."

"Fanfan, please."

"Fanfan, Fanfan......."

"you shut up!"

Yang Yifan's brain hurts from being yelled at by "Fanfan", looking at the shameless rascal in front of him, it is really difficult to connect with the majestic and stern young master Yichen in his dream

5 minutes later

Fang Chen successfully got into Yang Yifan's bed.

The breath belonging to Fang Chen instantly filled the small bed, but he was lying facing Yang Yifan again, the warm breath rushed to his shoulders and neck, making him very uncomfortable.

I fell asleep last night without knowing it, and now I realize how crowded the two of them are lying together, and the quilt can't cover them, and they can touch each other with a slight movement of arms and legs.

Yang Yifan turned over, rolled himself up with the quilt, and said to Fang Chen who had nothing covered, "Go and get your own quilt to cover."

Fang Chen was still tired and pretended to sleep with his eyes closed, and said in a lazy voice, coquettishly: "No."

Yang Yifan:  …

You forget it if you freeze to death.

In mid-autumn weather, the temperature difference between day and night was huge, and it was very cold in the middle of the night. Yang Yifan didn't fall asleep quickly. He thought that when Fang Chen couldn't bear the cold, he would fetch the quilt by himself, or go back to his own bed to sleep.

But after waiting for a long time, what he was waiting for was Fang Chen's even breathing.He turned his head and saw that the man had fallen asleep.

Maybe it was because of the cold, his whole body was bent and tired, with a good-looking face upright, his brows were slightly frowning, his facial features were clear, and his lines were sharp.

To be honest, when this face is not talking or smiling, it does have a breathtaking majesty, but it is very similar to the temperament of Yichen in the dream.

He lifted the quilt to cover Fang Chen's body, turned his body on his back, and gradually fell asleep himself.Then I started dreaming non-stop.

I just dreamed of more scenes, like movie clips, switching constantly.

He saw a little boy who looked very much like himself in a thunderstorm night, hiding helplessly in a corner of the bed, crying in despair.

The door was opened, and it was also a child who came in, but he was older than himself, very much like Fang Chen, his small face was still tense, and his tone was flat: "Come with me, and you can sleep with me during thunderstorms."

From then on, the little boy wandered around behind Fang Chen almost every day, reading books with him, practicing boxing and kicking kung fu together, riding a horse-drawn bow and archery together, and sleeping together in a thunderstorm.

The two of them slowly grew into teenagers. One rainy night, he huddled on Yichen's bed, his body pressed against him, and his eyes sparkled.

But Yichen turned his face away and avoided it on purpose, "It's just raining, there's nothing to be afraid of. The rain is also getting lighter now, you can go back to your room."

Fan Fan pressed closer to him, and said in a flattering voice with anticipation, "It's already this hour, and I still have to alarm people to let me sleep here."

Yichen seemed to be asleep, closed his eyes and sighed: "That's all. But you can't always be like this, it will be your 17th birthday soon, and the elders will start to arrange marriage for you..."

Fanfan's complexion immediately turned cold, he clenched his hands hidden under the quilt, and finally asked tentatively: "Yichen, can I...can I kiss you?"

Yichen, who was in a daze, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and after being stunned for a while, he immediately got up and scolded: "Presumptuous! You haven't learned well all day, and you think about such indecent and filthy things, and you are not allowed to sleep with me again in the future." Collapse, get down!"

Fanfan also seemed to be frightened by Yichen's sudden stern expression, he quickly sat up and apologized: "I'm just joking, don't mind, I'm just joking."

Yichen's tone was still stern: "If it hadn't rained last night, I wouldn't have let you sleep on my bed. You've grown up, and it's not polite to squeeze into my room. Get down!"

Fanfan tried to act coquettishly, stretched out his hand to hold his arm, shook it flatteringly and said, "Yichen, I was wrong, don't scold me, don't be angry."

Yichen stopped talking nonsense, with a cold face, he grabbed Fanfan's arm and pulled him out of the bed, and then dragged him hard to the door.

He was so strong that Fanfan was dragged and stumbled, his arm was twisted almost to the point of being broken, his face turned pale from the pain, and he couldn't even speak.

Yichen was not soft at all, he opened the door and threw Fanfan out of the room forcefully, leaving a cold sentence: "Remember, this is the last time I will let you into my room!"

Wearing obscene clothes and sitting on the ground with bare feet, Fan Fan looked embarrassed and panicked. Compared with the pain of being dragged violently, his heart felt more uncomfortable like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart. He looked at the closed door, There were tears in her eyes, and the look of abandonment on her face.

Yang Yifan woke up from anger.

He sat up with a "huh", turned his head and glared at the sweet Fang Chen who was sleeping next to him, lifted the quilt, and kicked Fang Chen's curled up legs fiercely.

Fang Chen frowned, woke up with a bang, and saw that it was Yang Yifan, the hostility in his eyes was swept away.

But he was caught in the next second, and he was pushed and dragged towards the door.The menacing Yang Yifan opened the door and threw him out forcefully. After closing the door with a bang, it was locked again.

Then, after climbing onto his own bed, he beat the pillow a few times in frustration.

Thinking of Fanfan's desolate expression thrown outside the house in his dream, besides being angry, Yang Yifan felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if an old scar that hadn't healed had been uncovered, and he thought of the pain. cry.

Outside the door, Fang Chen was barefoot, with his messy sleeping hair on his head, staring at the closed door in a daze, doubting his life.It happened so suddenly that he was thrown out without even asking, "What's the matter?"

Why is Yang Yifan so angry? Did he accidentally bump into him while he was asleep?Or touched a place on his body that shouldn't be touched?

Can this make him so angry?

After Yang Yifan, who was covered in the quilt, gradually calmed down, he also began to reflect on his impulsiveness.After all, it was a dream, and it had nothing to do with Fang Chen and himself now, so he shouldn't be so angry at him.

Sleeping well, being kicked and thrown outside for no reason, no one would be happy.

Thinking carefully about Fang Chen's expression after being kicked, it seemed that he was about to get angry for a moment, and then he saw that he was the one who calmed down, and he was also a person who got up.

He must be angry right now.

He got up and grabbed a handful of hair randomly, after a quick wash, he opened the door to find Fang Chen to apologize.

The helpers who got up early were busy cleaning the room. When they saw him coming, they greeted him cautiously: "Master Fan, good morning."

The people here in Fang Chen have always been very polite to him, but this is the first time he has seen such a careful look. He was wondering when he saw Pete walking over.

Pete was bleary-eyed, his hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and he asked tentatively: "Mr. Xiaofan, did you quarrel with Chen?"

"Forget it, right..."

Pete raised his forehead to the sky: "Oh, no wonder. Chen lost his temper just now and woke up everyone to clean up. He also said that there is no dust in the house, otherwise everyone will be fired, including me."

Yang Yifan:  …

"Where is he now?"

Pete gestured exaggeratedly with both hands: "He took the big scissors for pruning flowers and trees and went to Huashan? With? 彡? Xiyuan. Maybe he wanted to destroy the flowers to vent his anger."

Yang Yifan:  …

Destroy flowers?

Indeed, he is a ruthless person who can chop off a cat's paw when he is angry.

Yang Yifan turned and went downstairs, Pete stopped him: "Are you going to find him? I advise you not to go, he is very scary when he is angry, once he was woken up because of his sleep, and the six bodyguards at home could be beaten He couldn't get up."

Yang Yifan didn't care: "He can still use scissors to destroy me."

Pete: "It's possible."

Seeing Yang Yifan still walking towards the door, he said from behind: "You are so brave, if you make a move in a while, you will run away. I have to call the private doctor now and tell him to come with a medical kit."

Yang Yifan thought to himself: If he dares to do something, I will destroy him.

The air in the autumn morning is fresh, and the golden osmanthus in the garden has not yet withered, exuding a pleasant fragrance.The sun just revealed a golden light, and it was warm and quiet.

Fang Chen was still wearing a simple white T-shirt and black trousers, sitting on the edge of the flower bed and carefully fiddled with a bouquet of flowers.

The bouquet is a mixture of various flowers blooming in the flower bed, lavender roses, red roses, little daisies dotted with stars, and two bunches of golden laurel branches for decoration.

He wrapped the bouquet in vintage yellow kraft paper, and tied it with a few light green ribbons casually.Although it is not as exquisite as the one made by the flower shop, it looks pleasing to the eye.

Seeing Yang Yifan approaching, he held up a bouquet and sent it to Yang Yifan, and said with a smile, "Good morning, boyfriend."

Yang Yifan:  …

It was agreed to be angry, and it was agreed to destroy the flowers to vent their anger.

Yang Yifan didn't refute his boyfriend. He took the bouquet and held it in his arms. The flowers still had a little morning dew, and all kinds of fragrance came to his face. Yang Yifan, who has never liked the feelings of little girls, couldn't help but smile.

Seeing his relaxed expression, Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and asked tentatively, "Have you calmed down?"

Yang Yifan thought: Well, I don't need to apologize anymore.

It's not a bad feeling to be held and coaxed by someone, especially someone like Fang Chen, but when he thinks of Fan Fan's appearance in his dream when he carefully begged Fang Chen to kiss him, his heart aches again.

His chin slightly raised: "For today's sake, I'm here to kiss you."