Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Song Yan, who doesn't know why he has to think of ways to change the air conditioner, is standing in the banquet hall of a five-star hotel with a 24-hour constant temperature at this moment, dressed like a dog.

    I don't know why the person who is reluctant to buy a cake in the morning is the protagonist who spends hundreds of thousands to hold a dinner party full of strangers.

    I don't know why the good parents are dead. There is a seventy-year-old grandmother and a three-year-old sister. A rich and powerful gentleman.

    But he knows one thing, that is, Xia Zhiye, a big dog who cheats money and cheats, will die better than today.

    Thinking of Xia Zhiye pretending to be poor and selling miserably, Song Yan squeezed the gift box in his hand.

    He looked up at Xia Zhiye, who was wearing an expensive custom suit in front of him but surrounded the school gate with a 100 yuan buy-one-get-one-ragged scarf, and raised the gift box in his hand expressionlessly: " I wish our young master Xia a happy birthday, happiness like the East China Sea, and longevity from Nanshan Mountain."

    Although the tone is indifferent like AI, it perfectly replicates the yin and yang of Xia Zhiye's usual "our young master of Song".

    But it is more than ten thousand times more harmonious than the imagined violent and **** scenes of the Eighteen Bans.

    Xia Zhiye was a little flattered.

    Is Song Yan not going to care about him for his birthday today?

    Thinking, with Song Yan's cold eyes, "You will be executed on the spot if you dare to act rashly" carefully opened the gift box: "Thank you..."

    Thanks.

    The second "thank" word stuck in his throat when he saw the gorgeous, delicate and sharp dagger lying in the gift box.

    Xia Zhiye felt that the Nanshan Mountain in Song Yan's mouth might only stand in the world for seventeen years.

    He had even imagined what the knife would look like when it was stuck straight into his throat.

    Perceiving Xia Zhiye's stiffness, Song Yan said coldly again: "Why, our young master Xia doesn't like it?"

    “Like.”

    I dare not dislike it.

    Xia Zhiye closed the lid carefully, looked at Song Yan, smiled very softly and virtuously, "As long as it is from you, I like it."

    I originally thought that the two of them were just a little eccentric Xia Lao and Song Minghai, but when I heard this, it was completely wrong: "You two have known each other before?"

    "Ah, yes." Xia Zhiye hurriedly smiled and dragged Song Yan into his arms, hugged his shoulders tightly, and restricted his personal freedom before introducing, " This is my deskmate and roommate, Song Yan, and my male… sex! Friend."

    When Xia Zhiye said the word "male", the soft flesh on his waist was immediately attacked by the cruel two-finger twisting attack from the man in his arms, and the pain caused him to directly open up the second vein of Ren and Du.

    So I can only endure the pain and keep a decent smile: "My male friend, the kind with the best relationship, there is no one."

    "Oh?" Elder Xia seemed surprised to hear this, and looked at Song Minghai, "Ling Lang is also studying in the third middle school?"

    Song Minghai, an entrepreneur who has established a firm foothold in Beijing, how could he send his precious son to Nanwu No. 3 Middle School?

    I can't figure it out.

    Song Minghai didn't expect that a family like the Xia family would let their precious grandson go to a public school with very ordinary conditions like No. 3 Middle School, feeling a little out of place.

    In addition to being surprised, I feel that I am lucky. It seems that the relationship between Song Yan and this grandson of the Xia family is not generally close, so the relationship between myself and the old Xia will only climb. much easier.

    So he smiled and nodded: "Yeah, mainly because I think boys can't be too spoiled, or they can't bear the setbacks when they grow up, so I sent him here to experience the experience."

    "Well, you're right, girls need to be rich, and boys need to be poor. Like our family, just stock up, do whatever you want, don't care about him, just If it's something you want to do, you have to find a way yourself, and the family will never help or spend more money."

    Old Xia smiled and held the crutches in his hand, teaching his training experience, "But this kid is so good, he didn't grow crooked after stocking him, he has always been the first in the grade, a few days ago He also came back with a gold medal at the National Olympic Games, barely embarrassing me."

    "It's rare to see such a sensible and excellent child. He looks like a talent, tall and handsome, and has a good personality. If it wasn't for my daughter, I would have wanted to rob him as a son-in-law."

    Song Minghai is used to ups and downs in shopping malls, and he has developed the ability to talk to people and talk to ghosts.

    With a simple wit, he flattered Old Xia to make his body and mind feel comfortable, and said with a smile: "Your little Yan is handsome, looking at this, it is better than those newly signed by our company. The spokespersons for that are much more handsome, and if you want to be your Song family's daughter-in-law in the future, there will be a long queue."

    No.

    Your grandson was ranked first, and it was only today.

    Xia Zhiye said with a smile while resisting Song Yan's murderous and bloodless attack, "Grandpa, you are saying this as if we Song Yan are just good-looking, obviously other people's achievements That's good. He was the one who tied for the first place with me in the district joint entrance examination last time, and he also won the first place in the Youth Talent Cup speech contest yesterday. Isn't that right, Uncle Song?"

    As long as Xia Zhiye smiles with his peach blossom eyes, he has a magical affinity of killing men, women and children, which makes people unconsciously lower their intelligence and let go of their defenses.

    In addition, no one would mind others praising his own son on such an occasion, Song Minghai also smiled and said, "This kid in my family is indeed quite competitive."

    Others around also rushed forward to praise and echo: "Mr. Song is too modest, how can this be a good match, this is too good."

    "It really is the origin of family learning, you see, the children of Mr. Xia and Mr. Song's family are so good."

    "It means that genetics are indeed very powerful."

    "That's right, the dragon gives birth to the dragon, the phoenix gives birth to the phoenix, and the child of the mouse will make a hole."

     "Yes, the tiger father has no dog son, the uncle is optimistic about you."

    …

    Pleasures are audible.

    Song Minghai always had a humble and gentle smile on his face.

    Xia Zhiye felt that the arm of the man he was holding was getting more and more tense, so he gently took the belt into his arms, as if to comfort him, and then smiled at Song Minghai: "But Song Uncle, don't you know that Song Yan was wronged?"

    When he said this, Song Yan, who was still twisting Xia Zhiye's waist, paused, and Song Minghai, who was smiling gracefully to accept everyone's praise, held a glass of wine in his hand. Paused a little.

    It was Mr. Xia who reacted first, frowning slightly: "What's wrong with being wronged?"

    "Oh, it's nothing." Xia Zhiye explained, "It's just that after someone in the Qingcai Cup copied Song Yan's manuscript last year, he in turn framed that Song Yan copied his manuscript and returned it to himself. He jumped from the balcony on the third floor and framed it for Song Yan. In the end, Song Yan was disqualified from the award, and after being punished by Uncle Song, he was transferred to Nanwu No.

    The tone was understated, and it didn't sound like a big deal, but all the people in the room were fine, who couldn't make up the idea of ​​"after being punished, he was transferred to Nanwu No. 3 Middle School", what exactly is in this sentence How many things have been hidden.

    Song Minghai's complexion changed slightly, just as he was about to explain, Xia Zhiye smiled and helped him out: "But Uncle Song must have done this because he didn't want Song Yan to go the wrong way. I think Song Yan can understand for using such a severe method, he doesn't need to take sleeping pills now."

    It sounds a bit confusing, but it is very informative.

    I don't need to take sleeping pills anymore, that is, I needed to take them before.

    So how harsh did Song Minghai use to educate his son to make such a teenage child need to take medication?

    And if Song Yan really did something wrong, forget it, and people will still be wronged.

    Then why Song Minghai, the father, didn't investigate the truth at that time? Why don't you believe in children? Why are you still punishing children?

    In addition to the early death of Song Minghai's original wife, it is no secret that his current wife is a second marriage.

    Song Minghai's father, kindness and filial piety that Song Minghai just established is in jeopardy, and the initiator is still smiling politely and kindly, and he can't offend the elders behind him now.

    So I could only continue to maintain my good father image and reflect: "It was true that I didn't know the truth at that time, because I really didn't expect a teenage high school student to have such a deep mind."

    Xia Zhiye nodded knowingly: "Teenage high school students may indeed have more scheming than forty-something entrepreneurs. Uncle Song didn't expect it at the time. It's normal."

    This sounds like a joke to anyone.

    Song Minghai's face flashed ugly for a moment.

      Song Yan apologizes, he definitely won't blame you."

      That's what I'm supposed to do as a father."

    "Wow, Uncle Song is so nice, why don't you apologize now, now there are so many people, Song Yan must be embarrassed to be angry with a child, do you think so, Song Yan?" Xia Zhiye He tilted his head and blinked at Song Yan.

    Song Yan didn't expect Song Minghai to apologize to him at all, she still apologized to him in public, and didn't want to make the scene too ugly, so she turned around and was about to leave, but Xia Zhiye hugged her shoulders tightly confined in place.

    The gentleman's smile on Song Minghai's face became more and more cold.

    He can talk to people and talk to people at will in the shopping mall, but as long as he returns home, he must be the head of the family who is undeniable and unchallenged.

    The reason why he punished Song Yan so harshly at that time was not so much to punish Song Yan for his possible mistakes, but to punish Song Yan for his rebelliousness who always refused to bow his head and admit his mistakes.

    So asking him to apologize to Song Yan in public is tantamount to the greatest humiliation to him as a big parent.

    And Song Yan is his son, food, drink, clothes, including this life, are all given by him, why is he qualified to ask him to apologize?

      As a father, you should lead by example."

    The Xia family's style is well known.

    Lao Xia is famous for his character.

    If you leave the impression of being mean, stern, authoritarian, self-willed, and unwilling to pay for your own mistakes in this kind of thing, it will be a big obstacle to the subsequent cooperation.

    Compared with the huge interests in the shopping mall, his dignity and prestige as a big parent seem so insignificant.

    So even though her blood pressure rose from anger, she still clenched the wine glass and showed Song Yan a fatherly face.

    "Old Xia is right, Xiaoyan, it was my father who didn't believe in you before, and couldn't support you unconditionally, that's why you suffered so much grievance and hurt so much heart, yes Dad is sorry for you. Dad will change in the future, he will trust you, respect you, protect you, he will communicate well when encountering things, and things like before will never happen again, can you forgive dad?"

    The tone is modest and gentle, and there is even a hint of humility in the sincerity of asking for forgiveness.

    Even if she knew that the other party was acting, but in her lifetime, she could hear Song Minghai speaking to him in such a low voice in front of everyone's eyes, Song Yan still wanted to laugh for a while.

    Is Song Minghai embarrassed?

    Lost.

    Will you forgive him?

    No.

    Xia Zhiye also knew Song Yan's answer, so he didn't let this question stay on him for too long.

    I just hugged him a little tighter and smiled at Song Minghai: "Uncle Song is really a good father, it seems that I will tell Grandpa more about how Uncle Song became a parent in the future. Let him study hard, or he will know that he will be tyrannizing me all day long."

    "Hey, you son of a bitch, you're so daring, right, you made it up to your grandfather." Old Xia picked up his crutches and slapped Xia Zhiye with a punch, "I just want to Have a good communication with your Uncle Song, how can you raise such a beautiful and well-behaved child as Song Yan! Unlike you, if you are not angry with me for a day, you will not be happy in your heart."

    Old Xia has lived to this age, and he has already become a mature adult. How can he not see Xia Zhiye's careful thoughts.

    I just want to stand out for his friend.

    The so-called talk about how to be a parent in the future is also a hint to Song Minghai that if he retaliates against Song Yan after he goes back, Xia Zhiye will come to complain to himself.

    Fox fake tiger power, dog fights human power.

    Old Xia despised his own grandson in his heart, but he had heard of Song Minghai's private life style to some extent. He probably guessed that Song Yan had a hard time at home, so he despised him. Despised, he still sold the favor of his grandson.

    At the end, without waiting for Song Minghai to speak, he waved at Xia Zhiye in disgust: "Okay, you young people go play with you, don't be mad at me, the old man."

    Then smiled and pointed to the direction of the tea seat: "Let's go, Ming Hai, chat with me, this old man?"

    Song Minghai can't resist, even though his heart is full of fire, he can only bear it for life, he smiled modestly: "Then I also ask Mr. Xia for more advice."

    ·

    On the other side, Xia Zhiye led Song Yan out of the crowd, went to the VIP lounge, and after confirming that no one was inside, closed the door, and said with a smirk, "How is it, your boyfriend I just now Isn't it masculine..."

    People.

    I originally wanted to take credit for Song Yan, and be grateful to a beautiful woman, but she closed the door, and when she turned around, she was confronted with a delicate and sharp dagger.

    And the murderous blade was aimed squarely at his fragile throat.

    It is one step away from cutting the aorta.

    At that moment, Xia Zhiye was the closest to death in this short and splendid body.

    The word "person" was swallowed alive.

    He just didn't know if he was a man or not.

    But the days ahead are sure to be difficult for him.

    "That, geezer, listen to my explanation..."

    Xia Zhiye squeezed the blade carefully, trying to keep it away from his long and graceful neck.

    However, just as he moved, he heard Song Yan coldly say: "Do you want to die now?"

    “…”

    Do not want to.

    So Xia Zhiye lowered his hand and stood there obediently, staring at the cold killer in front of him.

    The killer wore a white suit and a dark gray shirt today, which made his skin look very white, his waist looked very thin, his legs looked straight and long, and his temperament was also very cold and noble.

    Extremely good looking.

    So seeing Xia Zhiye in the shadow of death, he couldn't help but **** and said: "That, geezer, I have a small unkind request."

    "Say."

    "Can you give me another kiss before I die?"

    “…”

    Fuck!

    It really is a big **** that cheats money!

    Song Yan finally couldn't hold back her anger, and kicked Xia Zhiye's important part with a ruthless kick.

    Xia Zhiye didn't want Song Yan to be a widow for the rest of his life, so he quickly turned to hide.

    This dodging slammed into the direction of the edge of the dagger, Song Yan retracted the dagger without thinking, for fear that it would really hit Xia Zhiye.

    The wrist was pressed, the waist was pressed, and he was afraid that he would cut Xia Zhiye with a random movement, Song Yan could only be pressed against the wall and gnashed his teeth: "Xia Zhiye, give you three seconds If you don't let me go, you won't even want to get out of here alive today."

    "If you are really willing, what kind of knife did you just accept."

    Xia Zhiye leaned against Song Yan and asked with a lazy smile.

    Song Yan now looked at him like he was sure of himself, and hated his teeth, sneering: "I don't want you to die so cheaply, I count three times..."

    "Don't be so fierce, listen to my explanation first, then beat and scold after explaining, I will never fight back, okay." Xia Zhiye coaxed in a low voice, trying to win for himself with a gentle offensive A lifeline.

    However, Song Yan didn't buy it at all, just coldly said: "Three."

    "Don't worry..."

    "Two."

    "I'm not denying..."

    "One."

    "My wife, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

    Kneeling is very skillful, very standard, and very sudden, so that Song Yan, who had already picked up a dagger to give Xia Zhiye a fatal threat, froze in place instantly.

    “…?”

    etc.

    Why is this action so skilled?

    And did you say let him kneel?

    No, the most important thing is who is his wife? !

    Smelly shameless!

    When she reacted, Song Yan blushed and gritted her teeth: "Get up for me! Who the **** is your wife!"

      Just called Shunzui."

    “…”

    No wonder so skilled.

    This is the real origin of family learning.

    But Song Yan is not in the mood to care about what kind of ear raking education Xia Zhiye has received since she was a child, she just wants to break away from Xia Zhiye's arms: "Get up for me, do you know? The boy has gold under his knees!"

    "I know, but a lot of money can't buy a beautiful smile."

    “…”

    Where did this person come from? !

    "Release!"

    "Then listen to my explanation first."

    "I'll let you loose!"

    "I'll let go when I'm done explaining!"

    "I'll let you go now!"

    Song Yan wanted to break free from Xia Zhiye, so as to appear imposing, but her strength was not strong enough. You're being a bit of a fool here, and this matter can pass like this? I can forget how you fooled me around? Xia Zhiye, do you really think I'm an idiot!"

    "You say you have to explain, what do you explain? Explain why you have to pretend to be poor when you are rich? Explain that you see a fool every day giving things you don't need How fun is it to be held in front of you? Or is there a reason to explain what you're doing?"

    "Xia Zhiye, do you know, if it wasn't for the purpose of changing the air conditioner for grandma, to buy you a birthday cake, and to ensure that the two poor people of us would not be hungry or freezing in winter, I would not have followed suit. Song Minghai is here for this **** banquet!"

    "I was locked in the basement by him for three days and three nights before, and I did not compromise with him. Now, for such ten thousand dollars, I will follow him everywhere, you What do you think I'm drawing?"

    The anger and sadness finally broke through the long-suppressed indifference disguise and violently vented.

    Song Yan gritted her teeth, her voice was hoarse, and the corners of her eyes were red: "So if you don't need the things I gave you at all, can you not pretend that you really want them? I look like a big self-righteous idiot!"

    Because if I think you want it, I will try to give it to you.

    For example, the silly parent-child activity in the amusement park.

    For example, these two ugly scarves that I bought with my last savings.

    For example, this idiot's birthday party standing here at this moment.

    But when he thought he finally learned how to be nice to someone, give for someone, and then be loved righteously, he was told that the things he gave were actually others It does not need.

    The shame, loss and sadness far outweigh the anger of being deceived.

    Xia Zhiye had never seen Song Yan like this, and did not expect Song Yan to agree to accompany Song Minghai to this banquet because of him and his grandma.

    But on second thought, Song Yan is so proud, unless he really has some weakness, how can he bow his head to Song Minghai.

    I thought it would be okay to explain it later, but now it seems that I have done something stupid.

    Heartache and self-blame crawled into Xia Zhiye's heart, he quickly lowered his head and kissed Song Yan's eye, his voice was gentle and eager: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a big idiot, I'm not good , I was wrong, you can beat me and scold me whatever you want, but don't be sad, okay?"

    "I'll be sad for you when I'm sick!"

    Song Yan hoarsely struggled, but did not break free.

    Xia Zhiye held him tightly in his arms and coaxed in a low voice: "It's okay, it's not sad, we're tired of Big Ku, it's impossible to be sad. Then you listen to my explanation first, okay? ?"

    "Explain the shit! You **** me!"

      But I'm really poor, so I need and want the things you gave me, and I cherish them very much. Look, don't I still wear the red scarf you gave me?"

    It's obviously incompatible with suits, and it's not cold in the room, but she has to wear this ugly scarf, Song Yan feels that Xia Zhiye has a sick mind.

    The big liar is trying to explain that he is not a liar

    "Our family has always been like this. If we want to do what we want to do, our family will not stop us, but we will not give financial support. After getting married, I didn’t even have the money to buy a decent wedding room, so I could only live in the small yard left by my grandma, which is the one in Zaijiu Lane now.”

    "When I was a child, I followed my parents from a poor and poor life, so although my father had a good career and money, my grandfather has always been good to me, but I am not interested in food and clothing. It's never been very important."

    "Afterwards, my parents died in a car accident, and my grandfather took me back. He has a strange temper. Whenever we make mistakes, we like economic sanctions. Luo Wei passed out, and my grandfather was so angry that he reported the loss of my card, so I really have no money except for the meal card."

    Listening to what Xia Zhiye had to say, Song Yan was skeptical: "Really?"

    "Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask my grandfather. Do I dare to lie to you now that I don't want a boyfriend?" Xia Zhiye looked sincere.

    Song Yan still felt wrong: "Your grandfather is so rich, what's the matter with your grandma?"

    "When I was a child, my parents were busy trying to make money, eating, drinking, going to school, getting sick and suffering minor pains, all depended on grandma Liu next door to take care of her, and she had no children. I was called my grandma since I was a child, so Although it’s not my grandmother, I’m close to my grandmother. After picking up the little mahjong, they have a hard time, so I often subsidize them.”

    It seems to be the same. The words that Grandma Liu and Xia Zhiye often say are "do you have any money" and "we can't use your money", which is indeed not like what the real guardians and wards say.

    This issue is indeed my own preconceived notions.

    "Okay, you've barely passed this question." Song Yan rubbed her back molars and continued to interrogate, "Then what happened to you selling blood?"

    "What sells blood?"

    "On the day you bought the bicycle, I saw a small leaflet selling blood in your clothes, 300 yuan once, but when you come back at night, you have an extra 300 yuan, there are pinholes in your arms, and your face is pale It's still very bad, what can it be if it's not selling blood?" Song Yan asked confidently.

    Xia Zhiye was angry and funny: "The flyer was picked up when I bought the bicycle, and the 300 yuan was borrowed from Shang Huai. The pinhole was because it was raining when I was carrying you that day. You have a fever and went to the hospital for a blood test, so what kind of illegal and criminal things are in your mind all day long?"

    “…”

    Song Yan never thought that the truth would be like this.

    After a brief silence, he called: "Xia Zhiye."

    "Huh?"

    "Are you just killing me?"

    “??”

    "You dare to kill me before I kill you?"

    "...No, geezer, you misunderstood, I don't have it, how dare I question you, I'm just in a hurry..."

    "Release!"

    "Okay."

    Xia Zhiye immediately released the hand that was holding Song Yan when he heard the words, and kept his upright posture obediently.

    Song Yan still had 10,000 unresolved bills in her heart, resisting her anger, she used the back of her knife to touch Xia Zhiye's neck, and asked in a cold voice, "So when did you know that I misunderstood me? of?"

    "The day I bought the washing machine."

    "Then you knew early on that I had misunderstood, why didn't you explain?"

    "In pursuit of you."

    "?"

    Xia Zhiye lowered her eyes to meet Song Yan's doubtful gaze, and said in a low voice, "I didn't know you thought I was poor at first, and thought that you bought me pig livers and bracelets, I bought shoes and milk tea all because I liked me, so I was ready to confess, but I only found out that day when I confessed that you were only helping the poor, and I was still sad for a long time."

    Song Yan paused for a while, as if thinking of something: "So that day you suddenly posted on your Moments that you were broken up?"

    "Well. At that time, I felt that I was completely self-indulgent, I wanted to give up, and the money was returned to you. As soon as you came to me, I found that I really liked you so much, If I like it so much that I can't give up, I want to continue chasing it, but if I directly say that I am not poor at that time, you may just be angry and ignore me, so I want to wait until I catch up."

    “…”

    "I know it's not right to do this, but I really like you too much and want to chase you so much, so I was blinded by lard and became a big liar."

    So in fact, I first misunderstood Xia Zhiye, and then did something that made Xia Zhiye misunderstood, and then made such a big oolong, and also caused Xia Zhiye to lose a love in the middle. Thinking about it this way seems to be a responsibility too.

    In addition, Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan with gentle and affectionate eyes, so affectionate that it seemed that no matter what she did wrong, she should be forgiven in front of her love.

    However, at the moment when the blade left Xia Zhiye's neck, between lightning and flint, Song Yan suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

    Stopping his hand, he clenched his dagger again, and looked at Xia Zhiye coldly: "Wait, you said targeted poverty alleviation, do you mean that the person on Shen Jiayan's account that day was you?"

    “…”

    "So you know I'm selling watches?"

    “…”

    "The Omega watch that was sent to your house was mine?"

    “…”

    "That means I raised you with the wallet you gave me and still feel good about myself, but you watched the whole time without saying a word?"

    “…”

    "Also." After the soul was connected for four times, Song Yan lowered the dagger and sent out a five-kill invitation, "You said that you returned all the money to me, what do you mean?"

    Xia Zhiye did return the money once on the day she lost her love.

    It's just the money [pure and beautiful male high school student online pick-up and play] returned to [the beautiful and rich woman].

    It has nothing to do with him.

    Unless…

    "Xia Zhiye, are ghost stories interesting?"