Chapter 65 Destruction

Xia Zhiye: "...It's okay."

It's okay, sir!

Sure enough, that ghost story was made up by him!

It's no wonder that Xia Zhiye, who was originally too cold to be so cold, suddenly became enthusiastic about [a rich woman with a lot of money and beauty].

It's no wonder that the pure and beautiful male high school student who used to speak very little, suddenly opened up his heart to a strange netizen on the first day he was about to start the 21-day cold treatment plan and poured out his heart.

It's no wonder that a certain companion who had never used a voice before suddenly turned on the voice that night and told a ghost story that was almost tailor-made for him.

Turns out it was all a trick.

In fact, he has long since fallen, and as a result, Xia Zhiye is still playing him, teasing him, playing with him, cheating his feelings and playing with him for money.

Can't help it, and even make up ghost stories to scare him!

After scaring him, have to come back to sleep with him!

What a shit day!

Thinking of the shameful chat records of his elder brother, the elder brother, the younger brother, who loved and ignored them, and the cute emoji packs that were enough to completely collapse the cool brother character, Song Yan felt a surge of energy surge into his heart: "Xia Zhiye, you Die for Lao Tzu!"

Saying that, he raised his arm and swung down with a knife, so frightened that Xia Zhiye hurriedly hugged him, grabbed the dagger, and threw it far away: "Bao, let's calm down, it's not going to happen, it's not going to happen."

"It's not a fart! Give me the knife! If I don't kill people today, I won't be named Song!"

If the previous Song Yan was just sad and angry, the current Song Yan is full of shame and anger.

But before he died, he would definitely pull Xia Zhiye on his back, so that he could kill Xia Zhiye one more time on Huangquan Road.

Xia Zhiye also knew that this matter must be his own fault, so he could only hold Song Yan tightly, looked down at his beautiful face that was so angry, and quickly made a self-criticism: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, My problem is that I'm so shameless. In order to catch up with you, I'm filthy and useless. I'm just despicable and shameless. There is still a long way to go, you give me a chance, and you also give yourself a chance, so get rid of the qi, get rid of the qi, no one can replace the body when the anger is bad.”

Song Yan didn't know where Xia Zhiye came from with all these rhetoric, so he was so angry that he scolded, "Shut up for me! You bastard... um."

Boom.

Xia Zhiye bowed his head and kissed him before he finished cursing.

Immediately, blood surged even more: "You still dare to kiss... uh."

Kissed again.

"I'll go to you... um."

Kissed again.

"Your uncle... um."

Still kissed.

After a few mouthfuls, the soft lips touched gently, and the anger was forced back from the mouth. Song Yan even forgot what he wanted to scold, so he was so angry that he kicked Xia Zhiye again. .

Xia Zhiye also hugged him and didn't let go, let him kick, and coaxed in a low voice, "I didn't break it at that time because I was afraid that you would be angry, and I didn't know what you were thinking at the time, so I could only curve the curve to save the country, absolutely not. If I want to deceive your companion for playing money, I just want to deceive your sex. And the guarantor has a lot of money and a small rich woman. Heaven knows you know it, I know it, and there will never be a third person."

"Okay." Song Yan gritted his teeth and sneered, "You said that playing with the game is about saving the country with a curve, then what about the ghost story? It's also about saving the country with a curve?"

Xia Zhiye's voice was low and soft: "You can't sleep alone, right? I was afraid that you would not be able to bring me back, so I thought of a way. Anyway, I promised you that we would all sleep together in the future, so Unless there is a force majeure factor, I will guard you to sleep, make sure you get a good night's sleep every day, and never break your promise."

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan with sincere and gentle eyes, which did not seem to be fake at all. The long and dense eyelashes shone a shallow halo under the light, against the clear light brown eyes, and Song Yan's heart moved again.

It doesn't seem to be unforgivable.

After all, because of his awkward personality, Xia Zhiye really thought of a lot of ways.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so frustrating.

Song Yan's face was cold, her lips tensed, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Xia Zhiye looked at him with a soft-hearted expression. He decided to strike while the iron was hot and robbed while the fire was hot. He wrapped his arms around his waist and gently brought it forward, lowered his head slightly, and asked in a low voice, "So forgive me, okay?"

Song Yan looked at the red and attractive lips that were so close in front of him, and his heart thumped.

Then the red lips slowly opened and closed again: "If you forgive me, let me kiss it, okay?"

His voice was low, slack and hoarse, coaxing people in a low voice, his breath falling on Song Yan's cheeks and ears, slightly hot and seductive, making Song Yan's heart thump twice.

Song Yan didn't know why he was so angry that he wanted to kill Xia Zhiye just a minute ago, but this minute he was coaxed by Xia Zhiye to the point where his face turned red.

Seeing Xia Zhiye's lips getting closer, Song Yan's throat rolled up and down, not knowing whether to let Xia Zhiye kiss him or kick Xia Zhiye flying.

Then the door squeaked with a "squeak", making a decision for him: "Xia... Zhiye."

As soon as the voice fell, the two turned their heads, and the three looked at each other briefly.

Song Yan was completely stunned when he saw the appearance of the person coming.

Light brown big waves, tall and slender figure, peach eyes very similar to Xia Zhiye, and a blingbling Cartier diamond bracelet on the wrist.

Familiar dress, familiar appearance, familiar sense of lethality.

After being surprised for a while, the other party immediately resumed his charming smile: "Hello, little brother, we meet again. Let me introduce, I am Xia Zhiye's cousin, Xia Yu. You continue, remember to come out on time at eight o'clock to cut cake."

After saying that, he closed the door with a bang.

In the rest of the room, Song Yan's face was indifferent and sluggish, as if dead, but not completely dead.

At that moment, all he could think about was his noble and glamorous sentence when he saw this beautiful rich woman at the school gate today, "Although I don't know exactly what your relationship is, I still want to say that Xia Zhiye is a minor. And you're not single anymore, so I hope you'll pay attention to your senses."

Pay attention to size.

size.

Hmm, measure.

Song Yan looked at Xia Zhiye and had the last hope: "Is she really your cousin?"

Xia Zhiye can fully understand Song Yan's feelings of wanting to disappear on Earth now, and he can't bear it, but he still chooses to nod honestly: "She is."

She is.

So what I thought was a beautiful rich lady who had bad intentions towards Xia Zhiye was actually her cousin.

In the end, he also warned Xia Zhiye to stay away from her.

He also used the little rich woman's vest to compete with her for jealousy.

Even arrogantly declared sovereignty in front of her face.

The worst thing was that she saw herself and Xia Zhiye cuddling and hugging with her own eyes.

At that moment, Song Yan decided to personally dig out an emperor-level double tomb for Xia Zhiye.

After killing him, he will be buried with him.

He no longer wanted to live alone in this dirty world full of shame and social death.

This life is too long, destroy it, he is tired.

"Xia Zhiye."

"Um?"

"Let's die for love."

"???"