Don't Pretend to be Poor with Me

When Xia Zhiye heard this sentence across the entire living room, he felt a chill and murderous aura rushing towards his face, so he paused for a second, and said, "No need, don't bother us with such hard work. I can come out wrapped in a towel by myself."

"It's alright, no trouble."

Song Yan picked up Xia Zhiye's pajamas by the bedside and a box of black underwear in the closet.

Then he moved a chair to the bathroom door, leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his legs, looked up at Xia Zhiye who opened the door halfway, and smiled coldly: "Want clothes?"

Only Xia Zhiye, who was wearing a bath towel around his waist, half-hid behind the bathroom door and looked at Song Yan who was blocking the door with a big face: "..."

After a little silence, he bravely said, "Brother Yan, do you feel that you are acting like a hooligan?"

Song Yan: "..."

Yes there is a little bit.

But it is not important.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you want clothes, just confess and be lenient."

Song Yan squinted his brows and eyes, with a murderous look, "What do you mean by raking ears?"

"..." Xia Zhiye considered his words for a while, "Maybe you don't believe me, but in fact, I never thought of letting you call me an earbud in front of Xiaopang and Kong Xiaoxiao."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to verbally take advantage of you."

"..."

Straightforward, straight to the point, without guilt.

Song Yan had never seen such a brazen person before, gritted his teeth and smashed the black sexy cloth in his hand towards the person behind the door: "Xia Zhiye! Show some face!"

Xia Zhiye caught it with a gentle smile: "What's so important about face, if I want face, can you be my boyfriend now?"

Song Yan gritted his teeth, his ears were hot, and wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, he found that there was no way to refute.

He could only take a deep breath, and continued to interrogate: "Then when did you know that Shen Jiayan is Little Milkberry?"

Xia Zhiye replied quickly: "I heard you talking when I met you in the hotel lobby last time."

"Then why didn't you tell me after you added WeChat?"

"The main purpose of adding WeChat is to plot how to chase you, so I didn't tell you."

"..."

So this person actually harbored evil intentions as early as that time, and even shared the bed with his good brothers hooking shoulders and backs? !

It's really heart-wrenching and courageous.

Song Yan gritted her teeth and smashed the pajama pants, planning to settle the score together later: "There is one last question."

"You said."

"What do you say about borrowing Shen Jiayan's account at the beginning of last month?" Song Yan asked this question with a cold tone, as if he was really unhappy.

Xia Zhiye, who had originally regarded this interrogation as ordinary flirting, suddenly felt a thump in his heart. Could it be that Song Yan found out about the show?

He was quickly organizing his words, thinking about how to explain frankly and leniently so that Song Yan would not be so angry, when he heard Song Yanhan's cold sentence: "I borrowed the account number from Shen Jiayan in order to bring the girls, I Do I have to praise you for your dedication?"

Xia Zhiye: "...?"

So Song Yan's point is not that he used Shen Jiayan's account, but that he borrowed the account for the purpose of raising girls' points, and then he became jealous?

Didn't realize that their Yanyan is still a little jealous.

Xia Zhiye suppressed a smile and coaxed in a low voice: "Didn't you earn money just to buy gifts for your confession?"

Song Yan got angry when she heard this: "You can earn any money? You use the money to make other girls happy to buy me gifts, do you think I will be happy? Or do you think people order you every day just for your game skills? I Did you say that you will be cut off from those girls who are strange and unknown? Did you promise me at that time?"

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yanyue's angry eyebrows and eyes, and suddenly felt that the word rake ears was tailor-made for him, otherwise he wouldn't be blocked by his boyfriend at the bathroom door on the first day of confirming the relationship violent interrogation.

But he was actually very happy to be interrogated, and even felt a little sweet in his heart.

Seeing how much their family Song Daxi likes him, he likes him so possessively, how cute he is when he is jealous.

But cute is cute, it’s best not to have this kind of misunderstanding, he had to let their family Song Daxi know that he is a good boyfriend who is very masculine, so he explained with a low smile: "She is not something strange and unknown. I can't make a clean break with her, she actually..."

"You still protect her?!"

Song Yan felt very uncomfortable when he thought of the girl's verbal teasing several times, and taking Xia Zhiye to the hotel and back to the room to give him expensive gifts.

Hearing that Xia Zhiye was still speaking for her, he suddenly became angry, and viciously threw the ball of pajamas in his hand on him, then got up and left.

But when he got up too quickly, he tripped over the leg of the chair and almost fell down. Xia Zhiye hurriedly reached out to grab him, and Song Yan instinctively hugged Xia Zhiye tightly.

However, the floor of the bathroom was slippery with water, and Xia Zhiye was barefoot. Being surrounded by Song Yan, he couldn't stabilize his figure. After a while, he fell to the ground, and Song Yan fell on him, and the surrounding crowd The bath towel around his waist also fell apart.

I usually hug and hug, but they are all with clothes.

It is completely two concepts to touch the lean and hot muscle texture without barriers.

Song Yan didn't care about being jealous immediately, but wanted to get up in a panic.

However, the drainage system of the old house is really poor. The bubbles and water from the shower gel accumulate on the surface of the floor tiles, which is very slippery.

After slipping and falling a few times, Song Yan suddenly felt that he had touched an incredible place, and then realized that the bath towel that should have been wrapped around Xia Zhiye's waist had been scattered at some point.

After a slight pause, Song Yan, who realized what he had touched, immediately tried to withdraw his hand like an electric shock, but was held down by his wrist.

"I lit the fire when I kissed me, and now I want to add more firewood. Should we, brother Yan, be responsible for this accident?" Xia Zhiye's slightly hoarse voice whispered in his ears.

The pinnacles of Song Yan's ears were scorchingly hot, but his tone was still cold and pretending to be calm: "You are flammable and explosive, it's none of my business."

After speaking, he was ready to hit and run again.

As for this kind of habitual criminal who set fires and escaped repeatedly, the Xia criminal policeman cut off his retreat with ease, pressed his waist with one hand, and pressed his hand with the other. There have been so many incidents, and you don’t want to take responsibility once?”

Although Song Yan grew up in a not-so-sound environment, at least they are superficial gentlemen who are willing to pretend to be gentlemen. The environment is relatively unsophisticated, and the only friend who gets close to him is a silly and sweeter than him.

He has never seen some of the film fields that other boys at this age have already dabbled in, not to mention meeting such a shameless rascal as Xia Zhiye when he first came up.

Just feeling the feeling of the palm, Song Yan felt that he was about to explode with shame, his brain short-circuited and gave up thinking, the blood flow turned into strength, and he broke away from Xia Zhiye.

Then he quickly ran back to the bedroom, locked it behind him, ejected onto the bed, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and cursed in a low voice.

Grass.

Is Xia Zhiye still human?

How can it be so big.

Xia Zhiye, who had no time to arrest someone again, could only sit alone in the bathroom facing the scene of the arson, and lightly ground his back molars.

Again and again, next time a habitual offender is not arrested and given a severe sentence, he will not be a man.

For safety considerations in all aspects, two people sleep in the living room alone and in the bedroom at night.

The one who slept in the bedroom didn't even have the nerve to say another word all night, and when Grandma Liu came to deliver the longevity noodles the next morning, she still had a cold face, like a walking refrigerator.

Even Grandma Liu could feel that the atmosphere was not right, and said angrily to Xia Zhiye, "Are you bullying Xiaoyan again?"

Xia Zhiye picked the chopped green onion from Song Yan's bowl and put it into his own bowl, angrily and funny: "Grandma, open your eyes and see who is bullying whom."

Grandma Liu didn't listen to him, and looked at Song Yan: "He's like this, he's been messing around since he was a child, for his birthday today, let's not bother with him, good boy."

After finishing speaking, he added a poached egg to Song Yan, then turned his head to look at Xia Zhiye: "Are you coming back to eat tonight?"

Although the Xia family has always kept Xia Zhiye in a state of stocking, since Xia Zhiye's parents passed away, Xia Zhiye will be called back to participate in the family banquet every year during festivals and birthdays, so according to the usual practice, Xia Zhiye should not come back to eat tonight of.

But just in case, Grandma Liu asked, "If I want to come back, I'll order a cake later."

With Song Yan here this year, Xia Zhiye didn't plan to go back, but he didn't want Grandma Liu to waste money, so after eating the last bite of longevity noodles, she stretched her waist contentedly: "I shouldn't come back tonight, grandma, don't be so busy gone."

"Well, I see, I'll cook something delicious for you that weekend, ah-" Grandma Liu sneezed as she said.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly asked, "Have you caught a cold?"

"Hey, it's okay. It's just that the electric blanket was broken last night. I guess I got a little cold."

After talking, Xia Zhiye frowned slightly: "Didn't I tell you that it is dangerous for you and the little mahjong, the old and the young, to use electric blankets, so just use the air conditioner, don't save those electricity bills."

"It's not about the electricity bill, it's mainly that the air conditioner doesn't work."

"I wanted to change it for you last time, didn't you say it was useful?"

Xia Zhiye said as if he was a little angry.

Grandma Liu quickly acted cute: "Oh, why are you so mean to me? I just feel uncomfortable with the air conditioner? That's all right, all of you go to school, I'll go buy a new electric blanket in the afternoon."

After finishing speaking, he ran back to the yard next door with small steps while supporting his waist.

Xia Zhiye felt distressed, angry and didn't dare to scold, so he could only sigh: "I'll change the air conditioner for her later."

Song Yan wants to ask where you can get money to change her air conditioner.

But after thinking about it, I felt that asking such a question hurt my self-esteem, so I just asked: "Are you not coming back at night? Where are you going?"

"I don't want to go anywhere, I just don't want grandma to waste that money to buy that cake." Xia Zhiye smiled and rubbed Song Yan's head, "We must spend tonight with Yanyan, you have enough water to drink, we don't miss that cake .”

He was just talking about the facts, telling the truth, and flirting with his little boyfriend by the way.

In Song Yan's ears, it became sad that "I can't even bear to buy a cake for my birthday, but I still want to change the air conditioner for grandma", so Song Yan lowered his head and stirred the noodles in the bowl, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He didn't want Xia Zhiye's birthday to be without a cake.

Xia Zhiye told him that he would have everything other children had, so he hoped that Xia Zhiye would have everything other boys had.

But now he has almost no money besides the richness on the meal card, and there is still a week before Song Minghai will give him living expenses next month, where is he going to make a cake for Xia Zhiye.

Song Yan suddenly felt that he was really incompetent as a boyfriend.

Just as he was thinking, Xia Zhiye's cell phone rang.

Song Yan looked up and found that Xia Zhiye still had a careless expression on his face when he saw the caller ID, and then stood up lazily: "I'll answer the call."

Seeing nothing unusual, Song Yan didn't think too much about it, and said "Yeah", and lowered his head to turn on the phone to see if he could think of another way.

As a result, as soon as it was unlocked, the name "Song Minghai" popped up on the screen.

The moment Song Yan saw the name, he wanted to hang up directly.

However, he knew Song Minghai's character, and he would not call him unless it was something very important, so it was useless to hang up, because maybe he would call him directly.

Compared with face-to-face fatherly kindness and filial piety, telephone communication is less labor-intensive.

So Song Yan pressed the answer button, his voice was as cold as ice drops under the eaves: "What's the matter."

The other party didn't seem interested in arguing with him about family etiquette, so he cut straight to the point: "I've already asked you to take time off for tonight's self-study. The car will pick you up at six o'clock and accompany me to a dinner party."

"For this kind of thing, it might be more appropriate for you to find a small star and a big internet celebrity to accompany you." Song Yan said calmly and flatly, which made him look even more ironic.

Song Minghai was not ashamed of it, but just stated calmly and flatly: "This dinner is quite special. It is a private banquet organized by a partner of mine for his grandson. It is useless for those messy people to bring it. I heard that His grandson is very good, and he seems to be about the same age as you, so we should be able to chat with him."

"A person like me who is gloomy, withdrawn, sensitive, jealous, full of lies, and mentally twisted may not be able to chat with that excellent grandson of your partner. You should hire someone else." Song Yan was about to hang up the phone after finishing speaking. .

Song Minghai directly offered the price: "Five thousand."

"..."

"As long as you attend tonight, I will give you an extra [-] living expenses next month."

If I remember correctly, Song Minghai used to find more than this price for any peripheral. It seems that his son is really worthless in his eyes.

However, the partner who can make Song Minghai call him early in the morning is definitely not an ordinary partner. If he wants to bring him with him, there is a high probability that he will get closer to him.

It is not common for Song Minghai to have such a mentality similar to making friends actively, which means that this partner should be at an upstream level in Song Minghai's capital chain, and at the same time, Song Minghai is very likely to have demands. to people.

So in this case it is better to raise the price directly.

After all, instead of arguing with Song Minghai and getting into trouble, it is better to use Song Minghai as an ATM machine, withdraw some money to change the air conditioner for grandma, and buy cakes for Xia Zhiye.

Since yesterday, Song Yan has figured it out thoroughly, hating someone is a waste of time and energy, but treating it as a ruthless cash machine is not.

So he said coldly: "[-], give it to me today, and you must send me back before the evening self-study is over."

There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone, like admiration, but also like satisfaction: "Not bad, deal."

After speaking, cut off the phone.

And the moment he hung up the phone, Xia Zhiye outside the house also laughed helplessly: "Grandpa, do you really want me to die by letting the lion dance team come to school to pick me up? All right, I will meet you at the dinner party." I won’t embarrass you when I go back, am I such an unfilial person? But you promised me that the air conditioner must be delivered to me at night and installed.”

After a slight pause, I added another sentence: "And I have to go back to the dormitory before the evening self-study is over, I promised others that I will spend today together."

"Well, happy Christmas Eve."