Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Reciprocity is a fart.

    When the young master Song was finished, he just wanted to lie down, there was no reason to serve others, he lightly stepped on the root of Xia Zhiye's thigh, crushed it slightly, and said hoarsely: "Open Lamp, go get my bag."

    Although Xia Zhiye didn't understand why Song Yan suddenly asked him to get his schoolbag, he always felt that at this time he should ask for anything.

    He held Song Yan's ankle lightly, moved his legs, helped him lie down, and pulled a pillow to cushion his waist before getting up and turning on the light to get his schoolbag.

    When he came back with his schoolbag, all he saw was Song Yan lazily bending one leg, half propping his head, and lying on his side on the bed.

    The voice is also indifferent and lazy: "Open."

    Xia Zhiye had never seen Song Yan like this before, let alone that Song Yan would have such a different style after the incident, so he opened his schoolbag as he said.

    Song Yan said lazily: "Envelope."

    There is indeed a thick envelope in the bag.

    It was the envelope of 5,000 yuan that Song Yan had just returned today.

    Xia Zhiye faintly felt that something was not right, but still adhering to Song Yan's choice of saying what he said, he took out the envelope as usual.

    Then Young Master Song gave another command: "Open it, take out two, and put the rest back for me."

    So soon Xia Zhiye only had two pink RMB in his hand.

    Song Yan lazily stretched out his hand in front of him, spread his palm, and slightly hooked his fingers twice: "Find me twenty."

    Xia Zhiye: "?"

    Song Yan saw that he didn't understand, and reluctantly said a few more words: "You said it yourself, don't say it yourself, don't say it, don't say it, don't say it, just one hundred and eighty, take it home with the ultimate experience. So what's the problem with finding me twenty?"

    “…”

    At that moment, Xia Zhiye could not refute.

    So Song Yan prostituted him?

    Or spend one hundred and eighty whore?

    And the client himself seemed to have a good consumption experience, and he said in a rare good-natured "no cash, just transfer me on WeChat", then he turned off the switch on the bedside, and started lazily again. The bed was retracted.

    The rest of Xia Zhiye stood alone by the bed with two hundred dollars, like a complaining husband who was abandoned by a scumbag and didn't even have time to cheer.

    Suffocated.

    I hate it.

    I want to pick it up and educate myself.

    But dare not.

    Can only sit back by the bed, while trying to secretly lift the quilt, while whispering coquettishly: "Brother, I feel uncomfortable."

    "..." Xia Zhiye thought of the soft touch of Song Yanxiang just now, "Brother Yan, you can't be so cruel to me."

    Song Yan turned around and glanced at him: "Don't you say I'll do whatever I want when I'm angry? Don't you think it doesn't count?"

    “…no.”

    "This is punishment, what's your opinion?"

    “…no.”

    "Sleep if not, I'm sleepy."

    Song Yan tightened the quilt, closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep sweetly after she felt at ease.

    Xia Zhiye could only feel the place where the fire was about to burst out, accepted this horrific punishment, and walked back to the bathroom.

    The water flowed down from the top of her head, and she supported the wall with one hand, recalling the slightly raised neck, red eyes and tight waistline when Song Yan released just now, spit out a long tone.

    Song Yan must have been sent by God to torture him.

    Not only test his character, but also test his legal and moral bottom line as a strong man, but there is no way to take him.

    How come this love story is not as good as that of the overbearing prince's next man wife?

    As soon as she thought of the domineering prince's next male wife, Xia Zhiye thought of the dream she had a long time ago, and then she felt even more uncomfortable.

    Xia Zhiye once again determined that Song Yan was tormented by God.

    So even if it's just for his physical and mental health, let Song Yan face up to his status as soon as possible.

    So after Xia Zhiye took a bath for half an hour and finally came out, he walked to Song Yan's side, looked at his innocent face when he was asleep, lowered his head viciously, and kissed him One bite.

    "You little bastard, you can't do anything about me."

    And Song Yan, who was kissed fiercely by him, was dissatisfied with being disturbed by sleep, frowned, turned over, and turned his back to the outside, so that Xia Zhiye could not see his face.

    Then the corners of her lips lifted slightly.

    Yes, you can't help me.

    Big hooligan.

    ·

    When she woke up the next morning, Song Yan was refreshed and refreshed, and she took a shower early in the morning.

    Xia Zhiye's lower eyelid rarely appeared a light blue.

      It's a little too much indulgence."

    "I do."

     Song Yan also gave me this opportunity.

    After Xia Zhiye helped Song Yan get the hot water, he sat back in his seat lazily, and as soon as he sat down, he saw two stacks of cards thick on the table between himself and Song Yan, and Other miscellaneous assorted small gift boxes.

    "Is our class a tourist attraction, anyone can come in?"

    Xia Zhiye didn't care about his pile, just picked one out of Song Yan's pile, and when he opened it, he saw "Song Yan, Merry Christmas, maybe you don't know me, but I In fact, I have been following you silently for a long time." Suddenly jealousy surged up, and he poured his anger on the innocent people around him.

    But the innocent people are not so innocent.

    Little Fatty and Zhao Ruiwen were holding piles of melon seeds and chatting: "Not all of them came in to deliver, most of them were handed over by us. An errand for a bag of chips."

    Xia Zhiye glanced at the box of love-shaped chocolates that Song Yan was looking at, stretched out his hand, and put it in front of Xiaopang: "Two packets of potato chips, send me back."

    "Okay!"

    Xiao Pang happily agreed.

    Zhao Ruiwen is still a little confused: "No, I don't understand, why did you send him back the chocolate of Brother Yan?"

    Because Lao Tzu is jealous, why else.

    But Xia Zhiye couldn't say this, because Song Yan obviously didn't plan to come out now, so he could only casually throw out a sentence: "Because our Yan brother has bad teeth and can't eat sweets."

    "Oh, so that's right." Zhao Ruiwen pointed to a box next to him, "Someone sent an electric toothbrush."

    “…?”

    Who gives someone an electric toothbrush for Christmas?

    Is there such a gift for the boy you like?

    Xia Zhiye found that he could no longer understand the current girl's brain circuit, picked up the box of electric toothbrushes and threw it back to Zhao Ruiwen: "Return it."

    Zhao Ruiwen: "?"

    Xia Zhiye: "You guys hate electricity, you only like manual transmission."

    Zhao Ruiwen: "??"

    There is still such a person?

    Before he could finish his surprise, another pen was thrown in front of him: "This kind of pen stutters his hand, his hand will hurt."

    Zhao Ruiwen: "...?"

    I couldn't hold back, and asked: "Excuse my presumption, maybe what is the relationship between Brother Yan and Princess Pea? How can he be so squeamish? Or is he the princess herself?"

    You are the princess.

    Being put on a squeamish hat for no reason, Song Yan glanced at Xia Zhiye angrily, intending to warn.

    Xia Zhiye not only has no regrets, but also supports his head with one hand and picks up gifts with the other.

    Pick up a crystal ball: "We hate this kind of childish thing the least."

     Pick up another pair of cashmere gloves: "Black is too tacky, there is no pink at all to match our disgusting skin color."

    Then picked up a box of love bento: "We hate brother lettuce allergy, are you trying to make money and kill yourself?"

    In the end, I picked up a thick love letter: "We hate brother who wants to be the number one in the college entrance examination, how can love affect the speed of writing questions."

    "To sum up, these things have to be returned." Xia Zhiye pushed all the piles of things on the table in front of Little Fatty, and then leaned lazily on the back of the chair, " A box of chips for running errands."

    Little Fatty seemed to be expecting everything, put down the seeds, clapped his hands, took out an oversized black plastic bag from the belly of the table, stuffed it inside and asked, "Then Master Xia And yours?"

    "Send it back together, plus a box of chips."

    "Okay!" Xiaopang is very skilled in business and takes the initiative to provide additional services, "Then we need to publicize that you two are already famous, so they don't try to loosen the soil?"

    Xia Zhiye didn't even think about it: "Well, I need it."

    When the voice fell, I realized that something was wrong.

    And Zhao Ruiwen next to him swallowed a melon seed in surprise: "Wait? Master Xia is engaged in online dating, I know, but when did Brother Yan take off the single? Is it from our school? Do I know? Is it cute? Are there any single girlfriends?"

    A series of innocent and sincere inquiries.

    Little Fat: "…"

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    Song Yan: "…"

    After a brief silence, Song became anxious and wise, and answered coldly and naturally: "It's not from our school, it's from Beijing, it's cute."

    Zhao Ruiwen confirms: "Really?"

    "Really."

    "Then can you show me how cute a girl can be to win our disgusting brother, I'm really very curious." Zhao Ruiwen flashed his eyes full of curiosity, looking forward to it Looking at Song Yan.

    Song Yan: "…"

     Reason tells him that he can kick Zhao Ruiwen away at this time.

    But the psychological state of being too guilty made him lose his normal sense. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on Shen Jiayan's circle of friends: "Look at it."

    Sweet little milk berries.

    Super pink avatar.

    Screenshots of the game and "Brother is the best ↖(^ω^)↗".

    "Wow, she looks like a very cute girl."

    Zhao Ruiwen sighed with sincere envy, "Brother Yan, you are really lucky."

    Song Yan calmly retracted the phone: "It's easy to say."

    Xia Zhiye put her finger in front of Song Yan, tapped it lightly, and asked without thinking, "Is he cute or am I cute?"

    Zhao Ruiwen, who had completely believed Song Yan's nonsense, slowly put a question mark: "?"

    What's wrong with the atmosphere?

    Who eats lemons in winter?

    Why a sour taste?

    Song Yan looked at Xia Zhiye, gritted her teeth, and said in a low voice, "What do you compare to him?"

    Xia Zhiye certainly won't be reduced to the jealousy of Shen Jiayan's single-celled creatures, but just wants to use the topic to win Song Yan's guilt and sympathy, tilt his head and raise his eyebrows: "He is your daughter. Friends, as your best male friend, if you don't have one, why can't you compare? Or do you mean I'm not as good as him?"

    I knew Xia Zhiye did it on purpose.

    Song Yan still felt that she was wrong.

    After all, it was because he wanted to engage in an underground romance that he wronged Xia Zhiye without even having a name, so he resisted the urge to kick Fei Xia Zhiye and squeezed out three words: "You cute."

    The words may be ambiguous, Xia Zhiye moved his head, bent his eyes and smiled: "Who is cute? I don't seem to hear it clearly, do we want to say it again?"

    Song Yan held back her anger: "You*&%"

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh?"

    Song Yan held back her anger again: "＊&% love."

    Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly again: "Huh?"

    Song Yan could no longer hold back her anger: "Are you deaf on horseback!"

    I picked up the Oxford English-Chinese dictionary like a brick on the table and smashed it at Xia Zhiye.

    The thickness of the bricks and the ferocity of the momentum made Zhao Ruiwen hurriedly throw down the seeds in his hand and hug Song Yan: "Brother Yan, don't be impulsive, don't be so, Master Xia is just joking, Don't take it seriously. I believe he can get along well with your girlfriend. It just so happens that Xiaopang and I are planning to organize a camping on New Year's Day. Why don't you call your girlfriend and let everyone know each other?"

    Song Yan's fingers holding the brick froze on the spot.

    Zhao Ruiwen looked at Xia Zhiye very rationally: "Master Xia, you can also bring your online dating partner. It's just that we can help you check it out. There are many people and it will be lively. How good."

    Song Yan's fingers holding the brick were about to break.

    Zhao Ruiwen still didn't know it, and was still doing his best to be a good man: "Oh, yes, I heard that Zhou Ziqiu has also been dating online recently, and is planning to show up, why don't we take the couple as well? Call, organize a couples camp?"

    At that moment, Song Yan was thinking, if he shoots Zhao Ruiwen to death with the Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary in his hand, will Xia Zhiye help him destroy the body?

    Xia Zhiye Club.

    So Song Yan waved the brick in his hand without hesitation.

    People can die, but this kind of camping cannot stay.