Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    The watch that Song Yan asked Shen Jiayan to sell before happened to be an Omega watch.

    Just said that it was sold a few days ago, and Xia Zhiye received a piece of the same brand today. Although there is nothing strange about it, Song Yan just felt that something was wrong.

    Turn on your phone, click on Shen Jiayan's WeChat avatar, and ask: [Who is the buyer of the watch that I asked you to help sell before]

    Shen Jiayan quickly replied: [Wait for me to see the consignee information]

    [Human to Sweet Little Milkberry]: It is a man with the surname Gu.

    [YAN]: Where is the shipping address?

    [Sweet little milk berry in the world]: Shanghai, what happened?

    Mr. Gu from Shanghai, the last name and address are wrong, it should be just a coincidence.

    But why did this rich lady buy such an expensive gift for Xia Zhiye?

    What do you owe me?

    What does she want Xia Zhiye to take back? What else does Xia Zhiye have other than a pair of skins that can barely stand on the table? Doesn't she know that Xia Zhiye is still a high school student?

    The more Song Yan thought about it, the more irritable she became, and she said directly, "Xia Zhiye, come out."

    Xia Zhiye was cutting cucumbers in the kitchen, looking up from the window: "What's wrong?"

    "No problem, you come out first."

    Song Yan took the courier and stood in the yard, with an expression of an account to be settled.

      Go out and ask, "Brother Yan, what instructions do you have?"

    Song Yan threw what was in his hand on the table: "What is this?"

    Xia Zhiye looked in the direction of his finger, and the premonition of death instantly came to his mind.

    He found out about Song Yan's plan to sell the watch, and went for a walk around Xianyu. At a glance, he found the ID of the sweetest little milkberry in the world.

    Omega algae green watches of about 200,000 yuan are 950% new, and they are going to be sold at 50,000 yuan.

    Xia Zhiye was reluctant to let Song Yan suffer such a big loss, and even more reluctant that the eldest young master had no money to use, so he asked Xia Yu to buy it in her husband's name.

    Thinking that she will deceive Song Yan in the future, her relationship is stable, Song Yan is reluctant to murder her husband, and then hand over this watch, one is a confession, the other is a surprise, the best of both worlds.

    But I didn't expect Xia Yu to send him this watch, and Song Yan just happened to catch it.

    Remembering Song Yan's words about assassinating him when he was drinking and telling the truth, Xia Zhiye began to quickly think about how to express his sincerity before he died so that Song Yan could leave him a complete corpse.

    However, Song Yan spoke first: "What do you mean?"

    The question speaks volumes.

    Xia Zhiye felt that the best solution at this time was to confess and be lenient, so as to reduce the sentence as appropriate, so he explained in a low voice: "I mainly feel sorry for you, seeing that you lent all the money to the merchants. Huai, so…”

    "So you're going to provoke a rich woman?"

    Xia Zhiye: "?"

    "I know you won't do that kind of thing that exceeds the bottom line, but can you guarantee that others don't have that kind of mind? Let me ask you if you receive such an expensive gift from others, what are you going to do? What do you get back? Going to the sea to list or be a puppy for others?"

    Song Yan's tone contained obvious irritability and dissatisfaction, but the volume was kept very low, probably because she was afraid of being heard by Grandma Liu and Little Mahjong.

    Xia Zhiye suddenly felt that what Song Yan said was not the same as what he thought.

    Sure enough, Song Yan pretended to be indifferent and continued: "I don't want to mention it, but for the sake of little mahjong, I think it is necessary to remind you. , don't mess with those inexplicable people. If you want anything, just tell me directly, no matter how much money I borrow, I can't miss your share, and it won't be worse than those female netizens who don't know what to do with you."

    Xia Zhiye completely understood what Song Yan was thinking, and couldn't help laughing: "So how did Brother Yan know that it was a female netizen who gave me the gift?"

    The word "net" was biting slightly, and Song Yan realized that Xia Zhiye didn't know that he knew that he played with the rich woman.

    In order to cover his own little vest with a lot of money and money, he could only say with a cold face: "I guessed it when I was in the dark with Shang Huai and the others."

     ."

    Song Yan lifted her eyelids instantly.

    Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan's little eyes that immediately became alert, and chuckled: "I'm talking about Shen Jiayan. I found out that day that the sweetest little milkberry in the world is him."

    Song Yan also realized that her performance was too guilty, and said with a straight face: "Anyway, whether it is male or female, you should stay away."

    "Okay. But after what you said, I'll ask you directly if I'm missing anything. Is it true or false?"

    "Really."

    "Can I ask more?"

    "Fuck it."

    "Those female netizens gave me gifts to picture me as a pure and beautiful male high school student, so what are our Yan brothers trying to help me?" Xia Zhiye smiled and looked at Song Yan.

    Song Yan turned her face away, avoided her eyes, and said in a cold tone: "I don't want to do anything, I just see that my grandma is old, the little mahjong is still young, your parents have passed away again, I feel like you It's not easy."

    "Just because of this?"

    "Because of this."

    "Tsk." Xia Zhiye sighed regretfully, "I thought you were coveting my beauty."

    Song Yan said angrily, "I am a big man who covets your beauty."

    "Why can't a man covet a man's beauty, it's not like you haven't seen it with your own eyes. Anyway, I don't mind if you covet my beauty." Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan, Brows and eyes slightly curved, half-smiling, "So should we think about it?"

    At that moment, Song Yan felt that the smile in Xia Zhiye's eyes didn't seem to be a serious joke at all, so that the moment he met his gaze, his heart beat unexpectedly by half a beat.

    When he reacted, he kicked Xia Zhiye directly: "Don't make any **** jokes, don't blame me for beating you up next time you say this kind of nonsense."

    After he finished speaking, he walked quickly into the house like running away, completely forgetting what he wanted to do with Xia Zhiye in the first place.

    Xia Zhiye smiled and picked up the watch, slowly swayed back to his room, put it in the top drawer and locked it.

    Beating is kissing, scolding is love, Song Yan loves him so much, which shows that this watch will see the light of day sooner or later.

    Song Yan only felt that there was something wrong with Xia Zhiye, and didn't give him any good looks all afternoon.

    After lunch, I lay down on the sofa and took a nap, not wanting to say a word to him.

    But the more you hate someone, the more haunted someone will be.

    Song Yan fell asleep and dazedly had the dream that night.

    In the dream, he was still clinging to the man tightly, craving the taste and warmth of his body, and while consciously realizing that this was shameful, he indulged himself greedily, and that People began to give him a gentle response, and slowly turned around in the light and shadow.

      The tip of the nose with a small mole.

    Song Yan in the dream didn't seem to be surprised who this person was in front of her, but she didn't choose to push it away, she just chose to close her eyes and hand over the nonexistent senses in the dream to the other side.

    When I woke up, there was a dense layer of cold sweat on my back.

    When her consciousness completely returned to her cage and she felt a change somewhere in her body, Song Yan realized what she had done in her dream.

    Get up and rush into the bathroom, lock the door, turn on the faucet, turn down the temperature of the water heater, take off his clothes and stand under the shower, brushing his hair irritably.

    Fuck, what the **** is this?

    If it is the normal physiological reaction of a boy in the morning, what about the reaction at three or four in the afternoon?

    It must be because Xia Zhiye is a dog who is not serious all day long, talking nonsense, making Xiaochuan and the others really think they have something, and they are also psychologically hinted. Day and night dream.

    So the source of all evil is Xia Zhiye's mouth with no door.

    After Song Yan came to a conclusion, she calmed down and turned off the faucet, only to realize that she did not bring a change of clothes, and the sweater was soaked with sweat and could not be worn at all, so she took out her mobile phone, Sent a WeChat message to Xia Zhiye: [Send me a dress]

    [Big idiot]:?

    [YAN]: Bathroom.

    A minute later, there was a knock on the bathroom door, Song Yan opened the door a crack, reached out to take the clothes, and then slammed shut.

    Xia Zhiye stood outside the door, a little curious: "What kind of bath do you take at noon?"

    Song Yan said angrily, "I'm willing to use your water?"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    Song Yan: "…"

    It seems to be using his water.

    After a slightly awkward silence, Song Yan died to save face: "I'll transfer the water bill to you."

    After saying that, Xia Zhiye's phone vibrated.

    Pick it up and take a look, and receive a transfer of 2.00 yuan from [Song Daxi].

    Note: [prostitution]

    Prostitution?

    When did Song Yan prostitute herself?

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows in confusion, Song Yan in the door had put away his phone, got dressed, and opened the door.

    Xia Zhiye didn't know that his face was worth two yuan the first time he was listed in the sea.

    I just raised my head and saw Song Yan who was fresh out of the bath. He put his hand on Song Yan's shoulder and discussed, "How about I give you two dollars and you **** me again?"

    Song Yan was expressionless: "Give you three seconds to take your claws off."

    "Don't."

    "Three."

    "What's the matter."

    "Two."

    "You smell so good, did you use my shower gel?"

    "One."

    “His—”

    Xia Zhiye sucked in a breath of cold air very exaggeratedly.

    Song Yan didn't exert any strength on her hand, but when she heard Xia Zhiye's cold breath, she let go of her hand, and said in a bad tone, "Next time you know it hurts, pay attention to your words and deeds. "

    Xia Zhiye moved his wrist that Song Yan had just cut: "What's wrong."

    "Nothing, I just feel the need to avoid suspicion."

    "?"

    Song Yan raised her eyelids: "Or do you think it's funny because you talk nonsense all day long, and then people mistake us for gays?"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    He didn't know if he should remind Song Yan, sometimes a slap really doesn't make a sound. The thing is very intriguing.

    But out of the basic literacy of raking ears, he still nodded: "You are right. So do we still go to the amusement park at night?"

    Song Yan just wanted to say no, when she saw the little mahjong who had already put on a floral dress and braided her horns and was looking into the room.

    The little girl's round and big eyes are blinking pitifully now. For a person with a hard mouth and a soft heart, the lethality is comparable to a nuclear weapon.

    Song Yan was silent for three seconds: "Go."

    "Okay!" The little mahjong flew forward and jumped directly from the door of the living room to Song Yan's arms, "I like brother Yan the most, brother Yan is the best looking, kindest and kindest in the world. cute!"

    As expected of the younger sister who she picked up from the trash heap, this aesthetic is exactly the same as herself.

    Xia Zhiye is very satisfied with the performance of this gadget man, but it does not affect his dark psychology that he can hold Song Yan rubbing against the little mahjong out of jealousy. Take it down.

    "Okay, don't act like a spoiled child, go pack your little schoolbag by yourself, wait for my brother to change clothes and set off."

    Song Yan glanced at the knitted sweater he was wearing: "What do you want to change?"

    "Change to what you should wear to the amusement park."

    "?"

    Xia Zhiye's so-called clothes to wear to the amusement park is an Iron Man sweater co-branded with Marvel.

    After he finished changing, Song Yan realized that he was wearing the same Captain America.

    In Xia Zhiye's words, when you go to an amusement park, you have to look like an amusement park. Song Yan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. Go to the suburbs.

    This amusement park has just opened. It is currently the largest amusement park in Nanwu with the widest audience.

    However, the little mahjong is too young to participate in many amusement projects. Except for some facilities specially designed for children in the parent-child park, there are only cartoon character parades and fireworks at night.

    So they set off not too early. When they arrived at the amusement park, it was almost evening, just in time for the interactive competition with prizes in the parent-child park. There were a large group of parents and children inside and outside.

    Song Yan had no interest in these little radishes who were not yet tall, and walked around with her hands in her pockets.

      , the other hand grabbed Song Yan's wrist to prevent a stinky big friend from accidentally getting lost.

    Song Yan was suddenly pulled, and just about to let Xia Zhiye let go, the little mahjong used his superior vision while sitting on Xia Zhiye's arm, and looked at the crowd with a super excited "wow": "Brother! Brother! There is a princess and a castle! What a big princess and a castle!"

    As soon as he finished speaking, the staff next to him took the flyer and stepped forward with a smile: "Do you want the princess castle?"

    Little Mahjong nodded heavily, but just nodded, pouted and shook his head: "Little Mahjong doesn't want it."

    This is probably the first time I have encountered such a child. The staff was a little surprised, and then patiently and gently asked: "Why don't the children want it?"

     Little Mahjong whispered: "Because it must be very expensive, Little Mahjong doesn't want grandma to spend more money."

    The staff's smile instantly became softer: "It's okay, kid, you don't need to buy the princess castle, as long as you participate in our competition, you can take it home if you win the first place."

    The eyes of the little mahjong lit up instantly: "Sister, do you really need to spend money?"

    The staff smiled and nodded: "Well, it's really not necessary."

     Said and handed over the flyer in his hand: "With the ticket, you can sign up for our parent-child interactive competition. You only need two parents and a child. Anyone who signs up will send each entry. One family keychain, and then we also set up six levels of awards from the first prize to the sixth prize, and the first prize is a set of Barbie princesses and castle models that children like."

    Xia Zhiye glanced at the competition items on the flyer, looked around at the young couples with children around him for a week, took another look with a cold face and wrote "You dare to let Lao Tzu participate in Lao Tzu Song Yan, who will destroy your whole family, has a certain idea in his heart.

    "The event was fun, but we only have one parent."

    "Aren't you two brothers?"

    The staff pointed at him and Song Yan.

    "He's just my classmate."

    "It's okay, we don't check the household registration, as long as it is an adult over 16 years old who is accompanying the child."

    "No, my classmates are more introverted and don't like to participate in such activities."

    The staff expressed regret: "Ah, so, that's a pity. Is this classmate really unwilling to participate?"

    The staff looked at Song Yan. Just as Song Yan was about to say no, the little mahjong lowered his head pitifully: "I really want little mahjong."

    Song Yan's refusal was swallowed, and replaced with another sentence: "Can this princess castle be bought directly?"

    The staff shook his head: "No, no prizes can be bought."

    The head of the little mahjong slumped even more, but there was a glimmer of hope: "Isn't my brother really not allowed to participate?"

    Xia Zhiye tilted his head to look at Song Yan.

    Song Yan: "…"

    Xia Zhiye comforted: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't want to participate, don't force yourself, I'll go back and pick up more playlists and buy her a similar one and come back."

    As soon as the voice fell, Little Mahjong took it seriously, and shook his head quickly: "Little Mahjong don't want wild brother to spend money, little Mahjong doesn't want princess castle."

    Xia Zhiye rubbed her head: "It's alright, Brother Ye has money, can I buy you an oversized one."

    "No, the little mahjong has rag dolls made by grandma, super beautiful."

    "Really not?"

    "... um." The little mahjong buried his head in Xia Zhiye's neck, and instead of going to see the princess castle, he muttered, "I really don't want little mahjong, Brother Ye, let's play elsewhere, shall we? it is good?"

    Xia Zhiye didn't expect that little mahjong was so sensible at such a young age, thinking about going back and buying her a better one, hugged her and turned around to leave.

    However, just turning around, a cold voice came from behind: "Wait a minute."

     Turning back, Song Yan looked at him expressionlessly: "If someone from the second third middle school knows about what happened tonight, I will not finish with you."

    “…”

    Xia Zhiye looked at someone with a grumpy face but took the application form honestly, smiled and replied, "Okay."

    So after half an hour, after playing for a whole day, Xiaopang and Kong Xiaoxiao, who were exhausted and wanted to rest, were sitting in Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, looking at the high platform outside, holding a cone. In the middle of a group of loving young parents, the two male high school students in red and blue couple clothes holding the same little girl, who were too handsome and out of place, were stunned.

    Xiao Chuan's face was dull: "Am I dazzled?"

    Kong Xiaoxiao's eyes were empty: "If you also asked this question, it means no."

    "So they even have a daughter?"

    "Probably so."

    “…”

    "The world is amazing."