Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Song Yan was changing clothes when Xia Zhiye returned to the room, and walked over to turn over the collar of his coat for him: "Brother Yan, discuss with you thing."

    "Hmm."

    "I have something to go out for my evening self-study, and I may not be back until about eleven o'clock. "

    "Well, I see."

    "No more?"

    Xia Zhiye asked.

    Song Yan looked back: "Or?"

    "As my boyfriend, shouldn't you torture me to see if I have a private meeting with others?" Xia Zhiye asked rightly.

    Song Yan replied expressionlessly: "Did you watch too many family ethics dramas with grandma?"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    OK.

    I originally thought that Song Yan would be unhappy when she agreed to spend her birthday together tonight, but Song Yan would not care at all.

    Song Yan just thought it was just right, anyway, he had to go out for his evening self-study, and he came back almost before eleven o'clock, which saved Xia Zhiye an explanation. Trouble.

    After all, if Xia Zhiye knew that he was going to play with Song Minghai in order to change the air conditioner for his grandmother, he would probably feel uncomfortable, so he wouldn’t say it if he didn’t say it, Just let Xia Zhiye have a happy birthday.

    So this topic came to an abrupt end, and no one said anything more.

    Song Yan lowered her head and caressed about the sleeves of her coat. The red thick knitted fabric on the other side's chest and a pair of slender white hands.

    The hands were pinching the two ends of a dark blue thick knitted fabric, skillfully tied a beautiful knot on Song Yan's chest, and then put the hem It was tucked into the collar of Song Yan's coat.

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    Song Yangang wanted to ask Xia Zhiye if he didn't think he died fast enough for fear that Liu Deqing would not find out that they were in a puppy love, but as soon as he looked up, his lips were gently touched a bit.

    Then she saw Xia Zhiye frowning, looking at him, smiling happily and tenderly: "Good morning, boyfriend."

    “…”

    After a brief stagnation, Song Yan felt that this couple's outfit might not be so obvious.

    The first day together after all.

    It can still be a little ritualistic.

    But only for one day, not the next.

    Men cannot love brains.

    Song Yan walked out of the yard with a straight face.

    Xia Zhiye looked at someone who was bewildered by a good morning kiss, lowered his head and chuckled, pushed out the bicycle, straddled his long legs, and rode to Song Tired of stepping forward, he stopped, tilted his head and smiled: "I have a boyfriend's exclusive throne, what other way to go, come up."

    It has been a long time since I enjoyed Xia Zhiye's exclusive pick-up and drop-off benefits, and I still miss it a little.

    When she sat on the back seat and felt the soft and firm touch of the familiar pink bicycle, Song Yan realized that Xia Zhiye had returned from Beijing. I can get ten more minutes of sleep every morning.

    Suddenly this small satisfaction made Song Yan feel better, he let out a sigh of satisfaction, lowered his head and hid his chin in the scarf, his hands were about to insert The pocket was dragged forward by Xia Zhiye's wrist and brought into Xia Zhiye's own coat pocket.

    Song Yan: "?"

    "I see other people's boyfriends holding their girlfriends like this when they are carrying their girlfriends, and their hands will not freeze." Xia Zhiye said and held Song Yan rubbed her hands together, trying to use her body temperature to warm Song Yan's cold and hard knuckles.

    Song Yan moved her fingertips slightly, but she didn't break free, she just threw out a sentence: "I'm not your girlfriend."

    "Boyfriends also hurt just as much." Xia Zhiye said, turning around and lifting the scarf for him, "Later on my back, so that The wind won't blow the cute little face of the princess we hate."

    After saying that, before Song Yan could react, she stepped on the pedal hard, and with a smile she drove Song Yan out of the white alley behind the snow. .

    And behind him, Song Yan hugged Xia Zhiye's waist tightly because of her instinctive inertia, and she didn't have time to beat him.

    The cold wind of the deep winter was blowing head-on, but it didn't hit Song Yan's exposed skin at all.

    Put his hands in Xia Zhiye's pockets, wrap his arms around his waist, put his face against his back, and smell the reassuring smell on him And ironing the warm body temperature, I thought that this is what it feels like to have a boyfriend.

    Not bad actually.

    At least I would rather sit behind Xia Zhiye's bicycle and laugh than cry in Song Minghai's Maybach.

    Song Yan closed her eyes in satisfaction and relaxation, and even wanted to take the opportunity to catch up.

    As a result, not long after it was closed, I heard the ground shaking and the mountain shook: "Xia Zhiye! Stop me! You are so bold! You dare to be open and aboveboard. Fall in love!"

    Song Yan's heart tightened and he opened his eyes.

    And as soon as I opened it, I met Liu Deqing's mung bean eyes that were originally angry and instantly turned into madness.

    So Song Yan blinked.

    Liu Deqing also blinked.

    “…”

    After the silent confrontation, Liu Deqing sent out a soul question: "Why are you?!"

    After asking, she turned her head to look at Xia Zhiye: "Why are you laughing so radiantly with a boy?!"

    Xia Zhiye died of grievance: "Director, I have been away from school for too long, and I finally returned to my alma mater today, so I showed a moved and happy smile. , can't you feel my love for Sanzhong?"

    Liu Deqing: “…”

    Really?

    Xia Zhiye's mouth, a liar, Liu Deqing didn't believe it at all, and looked at Song Yan, the honest student in his heart: "Tell me, why do you two Go to school together? Why are you sitting on the back seat of his bike?"

    Song Yan directly responded to everything with an indifferent facial paralysis: "A dormitory. I'm going to be late. I can't ride a bike."

    Liu Deqing: “…”

    Sounds fine.

    Seeing Liu Deqing's shaken expression, Song Yan added expressionlessly: "Teacher, early self-study is about to start, although Xia Zhiye won the Olympic gold medal, I won the first place in the Young Talent Cup, but we all feel that our usual study cannot be left behind, I haven't memorized the words today, can you let me go back to the classroom first."

    As soon as Song Yan leaves Xia Zhiye's wisdom buff, he is a standard taciturn and ruthless academic bully who never has to worry about his teachers.

    When Liu Deqing heard that he was always thinking about studying, he immediately thought that these two were the few young children of Qingbei in the third middle school, and quickly let go.

    However, after the two of them walked away, they couldn't help but lick their shiny forehead.

    Obviously when he looked at it from a distance, he felt that a girl must be holding Xia Zhiye's waist, that kind of atmosphere, that kind of emotion, he caught a few It's not wrong to be in love for ten years.

    But they are really just two big boys.

    So is he really getting older? Eyes and intuition are not working well?

    Liu Deqing's back under the afterglow of the rising sun, suddenly aged many years.

    As soon as she left Liu Deqing's field of vision, Song Yan jumped off the bicycle, put her hands in her pockets, and quickly walked towards the classroom.

    Xia Zhiye hurriedly parked the car and quickly followed with two long legs: "Brother Yan, wait for me."

    Song Yan didn't look back: "Stay away from me in school."

    "What, are you having an underground love?" Xia Zhiye smiled and hugged Song Yan's shoulder from behind.

    Song Yan threw his arm away from his shoulder: "Or do you want to be caught by Liu Deqing?"

    Being caught by Liu Deqing was a small matter, but after being caught by Liu Deqing, telling Song Minghai it was a big deal.

    After all, Song Minghai can really do things like throw a checkbook on Xia Zhiye's face and say "give you five million and leave my son" .

    Song Minghai got out of the car arrogantly, and then looked around the small dilapidated yard in the wine lane, contempt and ridicule With a light snort, Song Yan's scalp felt numb as he used money to coerce and lure grandma and little mahjong.

    It's already 2020, and he doesn't want to let this kind of **** plot of wealthy elders throw money at poor boys and little mandarin ducks to happen to him.

    So at least before he became an adult, he didn't want Song Minghai to know that there was a person like Xia Zhiye, let alone let him find out that he was in a puppy love with a man.

    Xia Zhiye didn't take it seriously, and hugged Song Yan again with a shameless face: "If you are caught, you will be caught. "

    Song Yan responded with a cold face and an elbow with a backhand, with a very firm attitude.

    Xia Zhiye stopped teasing him, hooked his neck and laughed in a low voice: "Don't worry, I know what I'm sure I won't let Liu Deqing catch it. of."

    "Then let go of your paws first."

    "OK."

    "Don't talk to me in class."

    "No problem."

    "You are not allowed to speak shamelessly after class."

    "What you say is what you say."

    "Eat each eat."

    "Good."

    Xia Zhiye smiled and agreed.

    Anyway, Song Yan would definitely not last for a day, otherwise the bad habits that he had worked so hard to cultivate for him would be in vain.

    Xia Zhiye thought of the "21-day cold treatment plan" that Song Yan had died on the first day, and began to be blindly confident.

    But when it really happened, he felt as if something was wrong.

    When Song Yan arrived in the classroom, there was already a breakfast that Xiaopang helped bring.

    Song Yan can peel tea eggs by himself.

    Song Yan will pick up the water by herself.

    Someone waited while Song Yan was having lunch, and Song Yan patiently picked out the things she didn't want to eat.

    Song Yan even accepted the cheapest flavored milk tea for three yuan per cup in the school cafeteria.

    Xia Zhiye was shocked.

    After school in the afternoon, Song Yan was sipping milk tea and preparing to go to the cafeteria with Xiaopang and the others for dinner as usual, Xia Zhiye pressed him back to his seat, and then put the cup The three-dollar milk tea was snatched from him.

    Song Yan looked puzzled: "What are you doing?"

    Xia Zhiye looked serious: "Don't you know how to peel tea eggs? Aren't you even too cheap to drink Michelle Bingcheng and Coco? Don't you like eating in the cafeteria?"

    what a mess.

    Xia Zhiye is not very good.

    Song Yan felt a little irritable at the thought of going to the cafeteria late and having to queue for a long time: "I bought you a watch before, didn't you run out of money? ."

    "That watch is 42,000 yuan. You should have at least 50,000 yuan on you. How can you not even order takeout."

    "Didn't I give you five thousand cash back... Wait."

    “Wait.”

    Two "wait" sounds together.

    Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan: "When did you give me five thousand cash?"

    Song Yan realized that she had slipped the tongue, and was too lazy to hide it, so she said angrily, "Otherwise, do you think the money in your schoolbag fell from the sky?"

    Money in the bag?

    Xia Zhiye dragged out the schoolbag from the table and took out all the thick stacks of books, only to find that there was a thick layer at the bottom of the innermost layer. thick envelopes.

    Xia Zhiye looked at the stack of brand-new pink banknotes, then looked at the three-dollar milk tea, and thought of Song who used to only eat takeaway I was also accustomed to the greasy and unpalatable food in the cafeteria, and I suddenly felt a little sour and soft in my heart.

    He always thought that in his relationship with Song Yan, he was the one who did more somewhere, a certain grumpy eldest young master has done more than him.

    And Song Yan on the other end also realized that the problem was wrong, and frowned slightly: "How do you know that I have at least fifty thousand on me?"

    "That, actually..."

    "Wait." As soon as Xia Zhiye was about to open his mouth to confess, Song Yan's phone screen lit up, signaling Xia Zhiye to keep his voice down, and then picked up the phone with an extremely tone of voice. Indifferent and indifferent, "Well, I see, you will wait for me at the gate of the school, and I will come by myself."

    After hanging up the phone, he said to Xia Zhiye, "I'll go out first, and I'll come back if I have something."

    After finishing speaking, she carried her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

    Xia Zhiye's words were already on his lips, and he could only swallow them, just bumped into Xiao Chuan and forgot to take the meal card and hurried back to the classroom, so he stopped him : "Fang taste, what's going on?"

    Little Fatty rarely heard someone call him by his name, and had a premonition that something was going wrong, so he alerted: "What's wrong, Master Xia, Brother Yan has quarreled with you again?"

    "No, I just wanted to ask you who promised me to help me take care of Song Yan?"

    Before he left, Xia Zhiye bought him a set of limited-edition figures that Xiao Chuan had coveted for a long time to help take care of Song Yan, the eldest young master. I agreed, and I didn't think anything was wrong.

    "Isn't this taken care of well?" The little chubby monk was puzzled, "And I also educated me to hate my brother, I said he was too big, young master I have a temper, I'm too picky, I can't live a good life, I can't be like this, I have to change, I need to learn to be diligent and thrifty, or the people around me will be very tired. Look, isn't it better now? "

    chubby is quite proud.

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    What a fart.

    Song Yan originally felt that his own personality was not likable, and only by taking the initiative to give others a lot can others like him.

    That's why Xia Zhiye is willing to accommodate his bad temper and indulge his bad habits all the time, just to let him know that even if he has shortcomings, he is worthy enough for others like.

    Now that this is done, Song Yan may really feel that he will only be liked if he changes.

    But I can't say that Xiaopang has done anything wrong. After all, Xiaopang is really doing it for Song Yan.

    But as long as Song Yan heard others tell him what he needed to change, he lay in bed and reflected on himself, doubting himself, and then wronged himself and changed it It seemed that Xia Zhiye felt distressed.

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    Xia Zhiye felt that he must have a good chat with Song Yan after he came back.

    However, before Song Yan came back, Xia Yu's WeChat popped up on the screen: [At the school gate, come out soon]

    So I can only send a WeChat message to Song Yan: [I ordered Hey tea and takeaway for you, please wait for me to come back, I have something important to tell you at night . ]

    ·

    When Song Yan received this WeChat message, she just walked to the school gate and was thinking about what important things Xia Zhiye could tell him. He was blinded by a big red Ferrari two-door supercar at the school gate.

    Even under the background of this extraordinarily exaggerated supercar, even Song Minghai's Maybach seems to be low-key.

    However, Song Yan has seen a lot of luxury cars since he was a child, and this millions of sports cars are not enough to attract his attention , what really caught his attention was the young girl leaning on the supercar.

    beautiful.

    still very ostentatious kind of beautiful.

    I don't know if it's hair dye and contact lenses, but it's a soft and fluffy big wave and eyes are light brown, the skin is very white, the eye sockets are deep, the eyes The shape is peach blossom eyes with inner hooks and outer curls, a bit of mixed blood, and looks inexplicably familiar.

    But I should have never seen this girl before, otherwise I should not remember this appearance condition, but if I haven't seen it, this inexplicable familiarity is again what happened?

    Song Yan was thinking, when he glanced at the girl's wrist, his eyes became cold and abnormal in an instant.

    —the girl wears a limited edition Cartier diamond bracelet on her wrist, and the avatar of the rich woman who often finds Xia Zhiye to play with. The one above is exactly the same.

    No wonder she felt familiar.

    But why did she appear at the entrance of Nanwu No.3 Middle School?

    It just happens to be Christmas Eve and Summer Branch Wild Day?

    It just so happens that Xia Zhiye has something to go out tonight?

    All conditions are added together, and the answer is ready to come out.

    Song Yan clenched her fists unconsciously, thinking that she would call Xia Zhiye out to confront him.

    But it would be too embarrassing to do so.

    And Song Yan believes in Xia Zhiye, believes that Xia Zhiye will not do anything beyond the bottom line, also believes that Xia Zhiye will not betray himself, and believes that Xia Zhiye can handle it good this thing.

    But she told herself this intellectually, but emotionally she couldn't control it at all, Song Yan clenched her fists tightly, clenched her back molars, and couldn't help cursing in her heart .

    Stupid Xia Zhiye.

    Trash Summer Zhiye.

    Beast Xia Zhiye.

    The dog is wilder than summer.

    To see other rich women secretly behind his back and not report in advance, really impatient.

    When he comes back at night and doesn't let him see the Song family's family rules, he won't even think about being the daughter-in-law of the Song family!

    Song Yan thought, took a deep breath, swallowed her anger, adjusted her state, tidied her hair and coat, and waited until she made sure that her demeanor was correct, and then walked In front of the girl, she said coldly and alienatedly, "You are here to find Xia Zhiye."

    Xia Yu was bored waiting for Xia Zhiye, when she heard the voice, she raised her head suddenly and saw a very beautiful little boy, she immediately became excited , smiled very movingly: "Yes, little brother, how did you know?"

    Who is your brother.

    Are all good-looking boys your younger brother?

    Song Yan thought that this girl called Xia Zhiye was also a younger brother, and she felt very uncomfortable, but she still maintained basic education: "Well, I'm his roommate , I'm fortunate to have seen your photo."

    "Oh... so..."

    Not true.

    etc.

    Roommate? !

    Xia Zhiye's roommate? !

    When Xia Yu realized that the beautiful boy in front of her was most likely his future younger brother and "sister", the whole person became energetic.

    Just as I was about to recognize my relatives on the spot, I heard my noble and beautiful younger brother "sister" speak coldly: "Although I don't quite know what you are. relationship, but I still want to say that Xia Zhiye is underage and is no longer single, so I hope you will be careful."

    After saying, "I wish you a happy Christmas Eve", I turned around to the Maybach behind me, leaving no room for discussion.

    Xia Yu was stunned.

    What does this mean?

    Is it popular among children nowadays to declare sovereignty like this?

    After getting into the co-pilot, Song Yan recalled what he had done just now, and after confirming that he had not lost his way, he let out a long breath.

    Fortunately, Song Minghai, this one has been discontinued. Although the Maybach looks more low-key than the Ferrari, it is actually more expensive, and he is not defeated. .

    At least let the rich woman know that Xia Zhiye is definitely not just a rich friend of hers, and she can be afraid of what she does.

    Song Minghai had been burying his head in the car and looking at the financial statements. He didn't notice Song Yan's behavior just now. Without raising a word, he said, "Let's go."

    The driver immediately started the vehicle and drove away from the old street in front of the school.

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    After the vehicle arrived at the five-star hotel in the city center, Song Minghai did not take Song Yan directly to the banquet hall, but took him back to the hotel suite on the top floor. .

    Take out an expensive white dress from the closet and throw it at him: "Give me your hideous scarf Take it off, put on this set, and someone will come to take care of your hair later."

    Your scarf is horrible.

    Song Yan confidently felt that Song Minghai had no aesthetics at all.

    However, although he can't get along with Song Minghai, his education since childhood has made him accustomed to the most basic social etiquette and banquet cultivation, so although he disagrees with Song Minghai As for the evaluation of his scarf, he still chose to take over the dress.

    only coldly and meanly rejected the offer to take care of her hair: "I don't need the hair, I'm not your female companions who need Israeli waiters."

    Song Minghai didn't get angry, just walked to the full-length mirror and picked out a brooch for himself: "It's okay, it's good to be student-like with hair like this, it doesn't look like So deliberate."

    Song Yan didn't even bother to roll her eyes, picked up her clothes and went into the suite.

    He is tall and his skeleton is not wide, but he has a narrow waist and long legs. The white dress that should have made him look fat is just right on him. The taste of a noble young master.

    When she came out after changing her clothes, she received a satisfied look from Song Minghai: "Yes, it's not ashamed to take it out."

    After finishing speaking, she threw a delicately packaged gift box over: "The gift is also prepared for you, you can give it to the birthday star yourself."

    It's quite heavy, I don't know what it is.

    Song Yan opened the lid and saw that lying on the dark blue velvet was a silver dagger with a jeweled hilt, and sneered: "Birthday Gifts with knives are also ingenious enough."

    Song Minghai explained in a slow and friendly manner: "This is a Victorian cultural relic, worth 170,000, and the birthday star is exactly 17 years old."

    It's really worth the money.

    "It seems that Song always asks for others."

    Song Yan's tone was not without ridicule.

    Song Minghai was noncommittal: "There is a project that needs to shoot a piece of land in Nanwu, but something goes wrong now. If it doesn't come down, all the initial investment can only be put on hold, there will be problems in the capital chain, and your life in brocade clothing and jade food will probably not continue to be guaranteed, understand, Master Song?"

    "Understand."

    "I hope you can do well tonight if you understand."

    I don't know how to behave well Song Yan does not know, but if he is in a bad mood, Song Minghai will be embarrassed in front of those who need to please, it will be very willing.

    So she put away the knife and responded perfunctorily: "Okay, Mr. Song, so can we go to celebrate our birthday now? I have to be back before eleven o'clock. dormitory."

    Song Minghai finally picked out a brooch he was satisfied with.

    I have to say that when Song Minghai wears formal clothes, he has a bit of the taste of the boss in Mary Sue's novels, and Song Yan's eyebrows are even more delicate and beautiful, wearing formal clothes , the cold face looks more advanced.

    When two people appeared in the banquet hall at the same time, they immediately caught the attention of most people in the venue.

    In addition, Song Minghai does have a small position in the market, and the number of people who come up to suit him is almost flattering and complimenting.

    Song Minghai's goal was very clear. After a few polite words, he picked up the glass and took Song Yan straight to the center of the venue: "You summer Grandpa's grandson is about the same age as you, with good grades and good overall quality. If nothing else happens, I plan to help him apply for the Ivy League next year. Remember to chat with him later and learn from him."

    "By the way, can you help you pull your partner's favorability?"

    Song Yan didn't intend to save any face to Song Minghai, so she glanced lazily at the banquet hall.

    24-hour constant temperature and oxygenated space, the room is full of fragrant temples, staggered, and the ten-story cake tower in the middle of the room should be from a certain star The hand of the pastry chef looks exquisite.

    Song Yan suddenly felt ironic.

    The surname is Xia, and they all have one birthday. As a result, some people need to find ways to change the air conditioner, some people have a 24-hour constant temperature system, and some people Even a cake is reluctant to buy, but some people spend hundreds of thousands just to hold a dinner party full of strangers.

    If it wasn't for changing the air conditioner and buying a cake for the person he likes, there is no need to follow Song Minghai to such a boring place.

    Perhaps at this moment, you can follow Xia Zhiye and drink milk tea and play games secretly in the last row of the classroom.

    Thinking about it, Song Yanlian didn't like the protagonist of this birthday party, and she just wanted to finish the work as soon as possible and leave, after all, it was reserved for Xia Zhiye The cake is still waiting for him to go back to pick it up, and a certain scumbag who goes out with a rich woman is waiting to kneel on the washboard.

    So holding the gift box with one hand, he turned around and asked Song Minghai: "What's the name of your partner's grandson, I'll go give him the gift and leave."

    Just after the question, Song Minghai seemed to have suddenly seen someone. He walked over slowly: "Old Xia, it's been a long time since I haven't seen you. You've been doing well recently."

    It seems that the master has arrived.

    Song Yan heard the words and followed Song Minghai's direction and turned around expressionlessly: "Xia..."

    I was going to be polite and polite, but when I turned around and saw the scene in front of me, the word Xia was stuck in my throat.

    In front of him stood an old man dressed in Tang suit, with a childish face, thin and hale.

    The old man's left arm is holding a young girl, with big beige waves, peach eyes, smiling, and the Cartier bracelet on his hand is in the light Glittering below.

    On the right side of the old man stood a slender and tall boy, wearing a black custom suit without a logo that was very expensive at first glance, but a strip around his neck A red thick line scarf that looks very poor at first glance.

    The shallow forehead hair was pulled back, revealing the three-dimensional facial features with high nose and deep eyebrows and a pair of attractive peach eyes.

    The light brown eyes, which usually had a rambling smile, were now full of shock, sluggishness and fear of death, as if they had seen someone unexpected. fear.

    The atmosphere fell into a dead silence that was almost suffocating.

    Song Yan thought that there must be two people in this world who look exactly the same, have the same surname and have the same birthday.

    Maybe this person is just Xia Zhiye's half-brother.

    Or the biological brother of the same mother, twins, but Xia Zhiye was unfortunately lost for some reason and was left out.

    After all, the person in front of me couldn't be Xia Zhiye.

    Even so, it must be just an illusion.

    Otherwise he and Xia Zhiye would have to die.

    But they just got together today, it is a cruel thing to die, so this person must not be Xia Zhiye.

    However, Song Minghai's rare gentle and kind voice sounded cruelly in his ear: "Come on, Xiaoyan, let me introduce to you, this is your grandfather Xia's. Granddaughter, Xia Yu, this is your grandfather Xia's grandson, Xia Zhiye."

    So at that moment, Song Yan was completely unable to describe how his brain and heart felt.

    Fortunately, Song Minghai's gift was a knife.

    Convenient.