Don't Pretend to be Poor with Me

Xia Zhiye: "...it's okay."

It's okay, sir!

Sure enough, he made up that ghost story!

No wonder Xia Zhiye, who was so cold at first, suddenly became enthusiastic about [Little Rich Woman with Much Money].

No wonder the innocent and beautiful male high school student, who was originally a seldom talker, suddenly opened his heart and poured out his heart to a strange netizen on the first day of his 21-day cold treatment plan.

No wonder a certain companion who never turned on the audio suddenly turned on the audio that night and told a ghost story that was almost tailor-made for him.

It turns out that everything is a routine.

In fact, he has lost his horse a long time ago, but Xia Zhiye is still playing him, teasing him, playing with him, cheating his feelings and playing with him.

He couldn't help it, and even made up ghost stories to scare him!

Come back to sleep with him after scaring him!

What a shitty thing!

Thinking of the shameful chat records of his older brother, long brother, short brother, who loved and ignored him, and the pile of cute emoticons that could completely collapse the Ku Ge character, Song Yan only felt a surge of anger in his heart: "Xia Zhiye, you Let me die!"

As he spoke, he raised his arm and swung the knife down, so frightened that Xia Zhiye quickly hugged him by the waist, grabbed the dagger, and threw it far away: "Bao, let's calm down, it won't happen, it really won't happen."

"It's not a fart! Give me the knife! I won't be named Song if I don't kill people today!"

If Song Yan before was just sad and angry, now Song Yan is full of shame and anger.

But before he dies, he must drag Xia Zhiye to support him, so that he can kill Xia Zhiye again on the road to Huangquan.

Xia Zhiye also knew that this matter must be his own fault, so he could only hold Song Yan tightly, looked down at his pretty face that was so white with anger, and quickly made a self-criticism: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, My problem is that I'm too shameless. I use all means to catch up with you. It's so despicable and shameless. You can beat or scold if you want, but we are still young. There is still a long way to go, if you give me a chance, you are also giving yourself a chance, so calm down, calm down, and there is no one to replace your angry body."

Song Yan didn't know where Xia Zhiye's nonsense came from, so he was so angry that he cursed: "Shut up! You bastard... um."

Pooh.

Xia Zhiye bowed his head and kissed him before he finished cursing.

Immediately, the blood surged even more: "You still dare to kiss... um."

I was kissed again.

"I'll go to you... um."

Kissed again.

"Your uncle... well."

Still got a kiss.

After a few mouthfuls, the soft lips touched gently, and forcefully blocked the anger from his mouth. The kiss was so deep that Song Yan even forgot what he wanted to scold, so he could only kick Xia Zhiye again in anger. .

Xia Zhiye also hugged him and did not let him go, let him kick, and coaxed in a low voice: "I didn't puncture it at the time because I was afraid that you would be angry, and I didn't know what you were thinking at that time, so I could only save the country with curves, absolutely not Those who want to lie to you about playing money, just want to lie to your sex. And the guarantee that the rich woman has so much money, God knows, you know, I know, and there will be no third person."

"Okay." Song Yan gritted his teeth and sneered, "You said that playing with you is a curve to save the country, so how about a ghost story? It's also a curve to save the country?"

Xia Zhiye's voice was low and soft: "You can't sleep well alone. I was afraid that you would find me too shameless to go back to me, so I thought of a way. Anyway, I promised you that we will sleep together in the future, so Unless there are force majeure factors, I will watch over you to sleep, to ensure that you have a good night's sleep every day, and I will never break my promise."

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan with sincere and gentle eyes, which did not seem to be fake at all. His long and dense eyelashes gave off a light halo under the light, and against the clear light brown eyes, Song Yan's heart moved once again.

It seems that it is not unforgivable.

After all, because of his awkward personality, Xia Zhiye did think of many ways.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be such a toss.

Song Yan's face was cold, his lips were pursed, but his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Xia Zhiye looked at him with a soft heart, decided to strike while the iron was hot, took advantage of the fire, put his arms around his waist and gently brought it to him, lowered his head slightly, and asked in a low voice: "So forgive me, please?"

Song Yan looked at the alluring red lips that were close in front of his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

Then those red lips slowly opened and closed again: "If you forgive me, let me kiss you, okay?"

The voice was deep, lazy and hoarse, coaxing people in a low voice, the breath fell on Song Yan's cheeks and ears, the slight heat was seductive, and Song Yan's heart thumped twice again.

Song Yan didn't know why he was so angry that he wanted to kill Xia Zhiye one minute ago, but he was coaxed by Xia Zhiye to turn red in the next minute.

Seeing Xia Zhiye's lips getting closer, Song Yan's throat rolled up and down, not knowing whether to let Xia Zhiye kiss him or kick Xia Zhiye away.

Then the door opened with a "squeak" and made a decision for him: "Xia... Zhiye."

As soon as the voice fell, the two turned their heads, and the three looked at each other briefly.

Song Yan was completely stunned when he saw the appearance of the visitor clearly.

Light brown big waves, tall and slender figure, peach blossom eyes very similar to Xia Zhiye, and a blingbling Cartier diamond bracelet on her wrist.

Familiar dress, familiar appearance, familiar deadly feeling.

After a brief surprise, the other party immediately restored a charming smile: "Hello, little brother, we meet again, let me introduce, I am Xia Zhiye's cousin, Xia Yu. Go ahead, remember to come out on time at eight o'clock to cut cake."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door with a "bang".

Song Yan in the rest of the room looked indifferent and dull, as if he was dead, but not completely dead.

At that moment, all he could think about was the noble and glamorous sentence he said when he saw this beautiful rich woman at the school gate today, "Although I don't know exactly what your relationship is, I still want to say that Xia Zhiye is underage. And you are no longer single, so I hope you can be careful."

Pay attention to size.

sense of proportion.

Well, measure.

Song Yan looked at Xia Zhiye, holding out her last hope: "Is she really your cousin?"

Xia Zhiye can fully understand Song Yan's feeling of wanting to disappear on the earth now, and he can't bear it, but he still chooses to nod honestly: "She is."

She is.

So the pretty rich lady who I thought was having an affair with Xia Zhiye was actually her own cousin.

In the end, he also warned Xia Zhiye to stay away from her.

He also used the vest of the little rich woman to compete with her to be jealous.

He even proudly declared his sovereignty in front of her face.

The most exaggerated thing was that she saw herself and Xia Zhiye embracing without restraint.

At that moment, Song Yan decided to personally dig out a double emperor-level mausoleum for Xia Zhiye.

After killing him, he went to be buried with him.

He no longer wants to live alone in this dirty world full of shame and death.

This life is too long, destroy it, he is tired.

"Xia Zhiye."

"Ok?"

"Let's die for love."

"???"