Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    Under Song Yan's torture and harassment, Xia Zhiye fled back to the dormitory and was unable to escape. He could only be held on the bed by the collar, and smiled and confessed how he used The King of Glory for three seasons bribed Xia Yu to act at the parent meeting.

    It's just that he knew that his sister was smart when she was young, but he didn't expect to be so smart, so he skipped the process and started to propose.

    " But to be honest, even if my grandfather kicked me out of the house after I came out, I still have my father's inheritance, although not much, only one apartment and one car , seven-figure deposits and a gallery, but if all of them are treated as dowry gifts, can we, Young Master Song, reluctantly consider it?”

    "Consider your ass." Song Yan let go of her hand, straightened up, and sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed.

    Xia Zhiye thought for a moment: "It's not impossible."

    Then he turned his body and looked at Song Yan with a smile: "Then this is settled? I'll be called Song Xia's in the future? How about going home with you for the New Year this year? ?"

    "Not much."

    Song Yan has become immune to Xia Zhiye's bottomless habit, and said ruthlessly, "I want to study after the winter vacation, please don't influence me."

    Xia Zhiye: "?"

    "This final exam, I ranked second in the city."

    “…”

    "You're fifth."

    “…”

    "So no one used beauty tricks against you during the winter vacation. Please fight for your anger."

    “…”

    Song Yan said that she threw a disgusting look from the end of her eyes, similar to the look of Miss Qian Jin when she looked at her unsatisfactory husband.

    Xia Zhiye suddenly felt a sense of shame from the bottom of her heart.

    How can he be the fifth in the city? He is really too good, too hard, too unsatisfactory.

    How can I be Song Yan's boyfriend at this level?

     "But bro, are you sure I don't need me to see you during the winter vacation?"

    Xia Zhiye threw a wink at Song Yan and blew a kiss.

    No matter the expression or tone, it is exactly the same as the evil enchantress who seduces the monarch and does not go to the early dynasty.

    But it is a pity that Song Yan is a wise man, so he answered indifferently: "I'm sure, because I want to brush the question."

    Concubine Xia, who used seduction techniques to overcome her undefeated success, felt that her position was being challenged: "Song Yan, tell the truth."

    "Hmm."

    "Am I just a second room in your heart?"

    "Yes."

    "Who is the main palace?"

    "The Queen."

    “…”

    "Only a virtuous queen like him can support the monarch to sit firmly in the country, while a demon concubine like you can only bring trouble to the ruling class, understand?"

    Xia Zhiyeya is itchy.

    In the past, I was fooled by coaxing, and frowned when I was teased. Now I can still act with me back and forth. It seems that some little thing is really capable.

    If you don't teach him a lesson, you won't know who is the real actor in this family.

    Xia Zhiye thought about taking Song Yan's attention, one stretched his arms around his waist, rolled over and pressed him onto the bed, then leaned over Song Yan, put his hand through the hem of the sweater, and lightly Press lightly.

    Song Yan immediately curled up slightly and grabbed the sheet beside him: "Xia Zhiye, you..."

    "I won't see my boyfriend for a month, what should I do if I'm a little sad?" Xia Zhiye lowered his voice, sounding really reluctant.

    Song Yan's heart softened, and she didn't push it away immediately.

    So when he reacted again, he already felt that a certain hand was trying to untie his small tent, and hurriedly pressed it and said hoarsely: "Don't mess around. , it's still daytime."

    Xia Zhiye just attached to his ear, and chuckled: "Don't you know that our demon concubine chaotic affairs is not divided into day and night?"

    After finishing speaking, Song Yan exerted a little force on her hand, and Song Yan couldn't do anything other than clutching the sheet tightly and biting her lip to prevent herself from making a sound.

      He didn't refuse when he was covering somewhere.

    Two times in a row, very comfortable, something should be rewarded.

    However, just as she was about to enter from the edge of the school pants, a familiar "ding dong" sounded in the school pants pocket.

    Xia Zhiye paused for a while and decided to ignore it.

    Then another "ding dong".

    Xia Zhiye still decided to ignore it.

    Then "Ding Dong" "Ding Dong" "Ding Dong" "Ding Dong".

    Endless, endless.

    Xia Zhiye: "…"

    Seeing Xia Zhiye's expression of despair and numbness, Song Yan suddenly felt distressed and amused, smiled and pulled out his hand, took out the tissue at the bedside, and carefully placed his fingers on the After wiping it clean, he took out the phone from Xia Zhiye's trouser pocket.

    Enter your birthday to unlock Xia Zhiye's mobile phone password.

    Then flipped the screen and shook it at Xia Zhiye: "It's not that I'm being rude this time, it's fate that doesn't allow it."

    Xia Zhiye looked at the few WeChat messages on the screen that madly praised Song Yan's stepmother, reported the work of proposing a marriage, and said that they were already going downstairs to the dormitory and asked them to hurry down, and then looked at Song Yan With an expression of schadenfreude, he lightly rubbed his posterior molars: "You little thing with no conscience."

    Song Yan expressed that he accepted this title very much, and kicked Xia Zhiye away from himself in a good mood.

    Then slowly stood up, washed her fingers, tidied up her appearance, took out the suitcase that had been packed in advance, put it on the table and was worried that no one would take care of it during the holiday, so she was going to take home "Song Xiaoxi", I will reward you After a kiss from Xia Zhiye, who was sitting calmly beside the bed, he was about to leave.

    But Xia Zhiye grabbed him by the waist and held him in his arms.

    Song Yan thought that he was going to say something frivolous and flirtatious again, and was about to laugh mercilessly, but heard a low and serious sentence above his head: "If you are not happy when you go home for the New Year, or If you miss me, tell me."

    Song Yan recalled the hypocritical liveliness and extreme depression at home during the Chinese New Year in previous years, lowered her eyelids, and looked at the small pot of iron tree in her hand: "What's the use of telling you."

    Xia Zhiye noticed his expression and laughed softly: "It's useless to tell me, but our Song Xiaoxi is a divine tree, so as long as you miss me, tell me, and then face Song Xiaoxi Make a wish and I will appear within six hours."

    "...Stupid." Song Yan knew that Xia Zhiye was coaxing him, but he couldn't help laughing, then pushed him away in disgust, "Okay, don't be so rude , you'd better take a cold bath first, calm down, I'll go first. Don't come to me if you don't finish the questions during the winter vacation. "

    After finishing speaking, Song Yan left the dormitory and left the dormitory without looking back.

    Because he was afraid that he would look back several times, he might have to go home with Xia Zhiye for the New Year.

    Xia Zhiye looked down at the back of a scumbag who was mercilessly away, and smiled.

    You can't go without finishing the questions, that is, you can go after finishing the questions.

    It seems that I can start preparing to cheat Xia Yu for airfare money.

    ·

    The car that came to pick up Song Yan this time was not the Maybach that Song Minghai used in Nanwu, but Qin Qing's special car in Nanwu Branch, and the driver was also Qin Qing's own assistant.

    This small difference speaks volumes.

    Song Yan and Qin Qing sat side by side in the back seat, their eyes fell unconsciously on Qin Qing's wrist, and asked lightly, "Did he beat you."

    Qin Qing paused for a while, then covered his wrist and smiled lightly: "No, he's not going to hit me, he just got into a dispute, he wants me to sign a document and hold my hand too much. Work harder."

    This time it's euphemism, but not a lie.

    Song Yan asked, "Is there something wrong with his company?"

    When Song Minghai and Qin Qing got married at that time, the company encountered a big problem, and then relying on the technology patents and part of the capital of the Qin family to turn around, it gradually improved.

    So Qin Qing owns 22% of the company's shares, and is the largest shareholder other than Song Minghai, and is responsible for financial auditing. Her opinions are very important in many decisions.

    Contacting Song Minghai's behavior of trying to get close to the Xia family, Song Yan guessed that something happened to Song Minghai's company, and had a disagreement with Qin Qing on the handling of the matter.

    Qin Qing knew that Song Yan was very smart, so he didn't plan to hide it from him, lest he think more: "Your father took a lot of land in Nanwu before, and wants to be an international shopping center, focusing on the high-end market. , but due to the epidemic, the imported goods were blocked, the project could not continue in the short term, and the funds could not keep up, so the only option was to invest in real estate. But in this case, the area of ​​the land is not large enough, and it is necessary to expand the land next to it. Now it’s in the hands of the Xia family, we haven’t been able to negotiate, the financing can’t keep up, and there’s a problem with the capital chain, plus your dad’s expansion has been too fast in recent years, and many people are watching, so it’s more difficult now.”

    Song Yan asked: "Is there any solution?"

    Qin Qing replied: "Two options. One is to mortgage all the existing properties, buy land at a high price, and take loans for investment. If it succeeds, it will pass. If it fails, prepare for bankruptcy and liquidation."

    "And one more."

    "Acquired. Accepting financial support from the parent company, but your dad is no longer the company's largest shareholder, and may even be kicked out of management."

    There is no doubt that a person of Song Minghai's character cannot accept the second result.

    But Qin Qing is different: "The environment is difficult now, and being acquired can keep the jobs of most of the company's bottom-level employees, and it is the most secure. Many senior executives of the company feel this way. But your father's shares exceed more Fifty percent, there is a veto, so we can only hold on."

    Song Yan doesn't really understand the specific right and wrong in the market, but he has always been good at math, and said flatly: "My father's 60% of the shares are 20% My mother."

    Qin Qing was stunned.

    Song Yan continued: "According to the will, when I am an adult, I will inherit this part of the property, so if I do not agree with him to continue to hold shares on his behalf, then he will only have 4% ten shares, and we have forty-two percent."

    Song was so sensible that it seemed like she was just a cold and objective data calculator.

    However, when Qin Qing heard the "we" of "we have forty-two percent", his heart still warmed.

    When she saw Song Yan for the first time, she thought the child was really beautiful, but everyone told her that a stepmother was difficult, and a child with a temperament like Song Yan was not well raised, and Song Yan Yan Ye has indeed always acted alienated and indifferent, as if she and Song Lele were particularly unwelcome.

    But she always remembers an afternoon when Song Lele was just born. At that time, she was extremely tired, Song Minghai was too busy to go home, and the nanny asked for leave again. Song Lele forgot to take a shower on the sofa alone and fell asleep.

    When she woke up and realized this, and ran quickly to the living room, all she saw was Xiao Song Yan with a stern face, guarding the sofa with his arms outstretched like an enemy Beside him, as if he was afraid that Song Lele would turn over and fall off.

    This child who loves cleanliness especially didn't mind the sleeping Xiao Lele spit bubbles on his clothes, but looked at Song Lele like he was looking at some alien.

    Qin Qing even remembers the words Song Yan frowned and muttered at the time: "Your parents are so good-looking, why are you so ugly, remember to look better when you grow up ."

    Song Yan never mentioned the incident that day, but Qin Qing kept it in his heart.

    It's just that she is naturally gentle and even a little cowardly, so she always can't compete with Song Minghai, and she takes Song Lele into account, so she can't treat Song Yan as well as a real mother, so that Song She suffered a lot of undeserved suffering in the process of growing up, and she has always felt guilty about it.

    Fortunately, Song Yan was a good boy from the very beginning. Not only did he not grow crooked, he also looked better than most people.

    Qin Qing couldn't help laughing and rubbing his head: "What do children think so much about? It's an adult's business. You are a child, you just need to go to school and have a good relationship with each other. Friends are having fun together, can you hear me?"

    This is the first time that Qin Qing has used a tone similar to that of elders educating younger generations to him, Song Yan tilted his head, pursed his lips, and said "um".

    Qin Qing looked at Song Yan's taut back of his hand, and lowered his head and chuckled.

    What a kid.

    But fortunately, the child has one year left before the adult college entrance examination. At that time, she can leave Song Minghai without any scruples, and everything will be fine.

    Thanks to the tragic situation of Song Minghai being too busy with the company's affairs, they actually lived a comfortable year without Song Minghai.

    Qin Qing's cooking skills are average, so he brought Song Lele's grandma and grandfather over on New Year's Eve.

    While cooking, the old couple heard that Song Yan had been framed for pushing a classmate from the third floor, and immediately fell into deep guilt and self-blame.

    In addition, when Song Yan came back from the winter vacation, she single-handedly raised Song Lele's math test, which had failed no matter what, to more than 80 points. The more the old couple looked at Song Yan, the more they liked it.

    So even the lucky money for Song Yanfeng was twice as thick as before

    Song Yan, who used to be aloof and rejected, thought that after returning to Nanwu, she and Xia Zhiye would go to old age together with Xia Zhiye, so she politely said "Thank you Grandpa Tan and Grandma Tan" calmly took it.

    Only Song Lele was left with the same poor New Year's money as his report card, humming and coquettish.

    A reunion night without the head of the family is a rare smile for so many years.

    It's just that the old couple are getting older, and Song Lele is still young, so they can't stay up all night. During the Spring Festival Gala show, I suddenly felt a little lonely.

    Everything is fine and happy, but something is missing.

    Missing something very important.

    Song Yan turned her head and saw Song Xiaoxi on the windowsill with a pot of extraordinarily noble orchids worth six figures, she wanted to call Xia Zhiye.

    And when she called suddenly, Xia Zhiye might think he missed him. It was only halfway through the winter vacation.

    So Song Yan turned around and continued to watch the extremely boring Spring Festival Gala show.

    Looking at it, Song Yan suddenly felt that if two people brushed the questions together and taught each other questions, the learning efficiency would be higher.

    Definitely.

    Thinking of this, Song Yan, who was only interested in studying, put down the remote control solemnly, picked up the mobile phone, and after a long thought, typed out three words [what are you doing]

    When I was about to send it, I felt that I was about to write the words "I miss you" on my face. After all, what can I do in my 30s? nonsense.

    So delete and re-enter: [This year's Spring Festival Gala is so ugly]

    After losing, I feel that I can't.

    What if Xia Zhiye didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala?

    Delete it again, move your fingertips: [Have you received the new dress I bought for Xiaomajong, does it look good]

    After playing, I remembered that Xiaomajong followed Grandma Liu back to their hometown for Chinese New Year.

    After repeating this cycle for more than ten times, I suddenly heard a "咻" sound, and a new message appeared on the interface.

    [Big idiot]: Are we going to write a beautiful sonnet to confess? I've been watching you typing for twenty-seven minutes.

    Song Yan: "…"

    Fuck!

    The dog is better than Xia Zhiye, why are you staring at his chat dialog box!

    What a **** shame!

    Song Yan threw her phone away, buried her head in the quilt, and covered her ears with her hands, trying to pretend that nothing happened.

    However, the ringtone of the video call kept seducing him like a grinding goblin.

    He hasn't seen Xia Zhiye for more than ten days.

    Ten days.

    What is this concept.

    This is a concept comparable to life and death.

    But he couldn't be seen by Xia Zhiye, he was thinking of him...

    Wait, why not?

    Isn’t it more efficient to study together?

    Thinking of this, Song Yan suddenly became assertive, sat up, trimmed her hair, picked up the phone, sat upright, pressed the switch button, and said with a cold face: "Why?"

    Xia Zhiye's face, which was magnified countless times, was very suitable for Chaogang, looked at Song Yan and smiled: "I'm afraid that you will not be able to send the message until tomorrow dawn. , so I came to ask directly."

    Song Yan's face did not change, her heart was not beating, she was very indifferent: "It was my brother who was playing with my mobile phone just now."

    "Oh, so it is." Xia Zhiye understood, then smiled, "Then let me say hello to my brother-in-law?"

    “…”

    Who is your brother-in-law!

    Spanking hello!

    Song Yan still had a cold face: "He's going to sleep now."

    "Oh, okay, then I'll hang up..."

    "Wait!"

    Song Yan's mouth is faster than his brain.

    When he finished shouting, he saw Xia Zhiye's scheming smile on the screen, and then he realized that he had been tricked by this dog again.

    But the words "I miss you" are a little embarrassing to say.

    So Song Yan turned the camera to a different direction with a stern face, aiming at Song Xiaoxi on the table: "Did you see it?"

    Xia Zhiye at the other end of the video was a little dazed: "What did you see?"

    What did you say you saw.

    Song Yan moved the camera lens a little closer.

    Xia Zhiye seemed to finally see clearly, and asked: "Song Xiaoxi? I ​​feel a little grown up. It seems that we are very good at taking care of plants."

    The point is to grow up a bit?

    Is this important?

    Song Yan gritted her teeth: "Think about what you said to me on the day of the holiday?"

    Xia Zhiye innocently said: "What did you say?"

    Song Yan: "…"

    Xia Zhiye asked tentatively, "See you next year?"

    Song Yan: "…"

    "Or go to bed early?"

    "Fuck! Scumbag!"

    Song Yan couldn't bear it anymore, hung up the video, turned around and saw the small iron tree swaying under the moonlight, Heenwu Jiwudi got up and walked over, blocking the front of it with a book, And accompanied by a vicious sentence: "Your dad is an irresponsible scumbag."

    Then lay on the bed, pulled the quilt, covered her head, and went to sleep.

    I can't even see such an obvious hint, is Xia Zhiye a fool?

    Sure enough, it's better for a man to learn and be reliable.

    Swearing and scolding, Song Yan actually fell asleep.

    It's a shame that Xia Zhiye didn't even appear in the dream.

    Song Yan shuttled back and forth in the giant iron forest in desperation alone, unable to get out, shouting Xia Zhiye as she walked, but no one answered.

      Suddenly, a harsh alarm bell rang directly to wake him up.

    When he woke up, he realized that it was already five in the morning, and the ringing was not a fire alarm, but his cell phone.

    When she saw the three big characters "big fool" jumping on the screen, Song Yan stroked her hair, let out a long breath, and picked it up angrily: "Give it to me at five in the morning Are you calling to get beat up?"

    "Well, I want to be beaten. You haven't beaten me for more than ten days."

    The avatar of the phone was outside, wrapped in the sound of hula-la, which made Xia Zhiye's low smile even more gentle.

    "Well, no problem, I just might have to trouble you to go downstairs."

    "?"

    "Look out the window."

    Under the street lamp outside the window, a handsome man with a red scarf around him picked up the phone, looked up at his window, and smiled indulgently and tenderly.

    "Look, as long as you make a wish to Song Xiaoxi, within six hours, I will definitely appear. Did I lie to you? But..."

    "It's not because you miss me, it's because I miss you, Song Yan."