The watch that Song Yan asked Shen Jiayan to sell before happened to be an Omega watch.

A few days ago, it was said that it was sold, and Xia Zhiye received a piece of the same brand today. Although there was nothing strange about it, Song Yan felt that something was wrong.

Turn on the phone, click on Shen Jiayan's WeChat avatar, and ask: [Who is the buyer of the watch that I asked you to help sell before]

Shen Jiayan quickly replied: [Wait for me to see the consignee information]

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: It's a man named Gu.

[YAN]: What about the shipping address?

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Shanghai, what's the matter?

Mr. Gu from Shanghai, the surname and address are wrong, it should be just a coincidence.

But why did this rich lady and sister buy such an expensive gift for Xia Zhiye?

What do you owe me for?

What does she want Xia Zhiye to take back? What else does Xia Zhiye have other than a pair of skins that can barely stand on the table? Doesn't she know that Xia Zhiye is still a high school student?

The more Song Yan thought about it, the more irritable he became, and he said directly, "Xia Zhiye, come out."

Xia Zhiye was cutting cucumbers in the kitchen, looking up from the window: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, you come out first."

Song Yan held the courier and stood in the yard with an expression on his face that he had to settle.

Xia Zhiye has done too many wrongful things, and he didn't know which car was overturned for a while, so the dead pig was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, so he washed his hands slowly, wiped them clean, and then went out and asked, "Brother Yan, do you have any? What instructions?"

Song Yan threw what was in his hand on the table: "What is this?"

Xia Zhiye looked in the direction of his finger, and the premonition of death instantly flooded into his heart.

At that time, he found out about Song Yan's plan to sell the watch, and went for a walk around Xianyu, and at a glance found the ID of the sweetest little milkberry in the world.

About 200,000 Omega algae green watches are 950% new, and they are going to be sold at 50,000. It is not an exaggeration to say that people are stupid.

Xia Zhiye was reluctant to let Song Yan suffer such a big loss, and even more reluctant that the eldest young master had no money to use, so he asked Xia Yu to buy it in her husband's name.

Thinking that when Song Yan was deceived and her relationship stabilized, Song Yan was reluctant to murder her husband, and then handed over this watch, one as a confession, and the other as a surprise, the best of both worlds.

But he didn't expect that Xia Yu actually sent him this watch, and Song Yan just happened to catch it.

Thinking of Song Yan's words about assassinating himself when he was drinking and telling the truth, Xia Zhiye began to quickly think about how to make a sincere confession before he died so that Song Yan could leave him a whole corpse.

However, Song Yan spoke first: "What do you mean?"

The meaning of the question is beyond words.

Xia Zhiye felt that the best solution at this time was to confess and be lenient, in order to reduce the sentence as appropriate, so he explained in a low voice, "I mainly feel sorry for you, seeing that you lent all the money to Shang Huai, so..."

"So you're going to provoke the rich woman?"

Xia Zhiye: "?"

"I know you won't do things that exceed the bottom line, but can you guarantee that others don't have that kind of mind? I'll ask you if you really received such an expensive gift from others, what are you going to get back? Is it a puppy?"

Song Yan's tone contained obvious irritability and dissatisfaction, but the volume was kept low, probably because she was afraid of being heard by Grandma Liu and Little Mahjong.

Xia Zhiye suddenly felt that what Song Yan said was different from what he thought.

Sure enough, Song Yan pretended to be indifferent and continued: "I don't want to reveal anything, but for the sake of little mahjong, I think it is necessary to remind you not to mess with those inexplicable. People. If you need anything, just tell me directly. No matter how much money I borrow, I can’t miss your share, and it will not be worse than those female netizens who don’t know what to do with you.”

Xia Zhiye completely understood what Song Yan was thinking, and couldn't help laughing: "So how did Brother Yan know that it was a female netizen who gave me the gift?"

The word "net" was bitten slightly, and Song Yan realized that Xia Zhiye didn't know that he knew that he played with the rich woman.

In order to cover his little vest with a lot of money and beauty, he could only say with a cold face: "I guessed it when I was in the dark with Shang Huai and the others."

"Oh, that's it." Xia Zhiye nodded, "but it's not necessarily accurate. After all, it's hard to say whether the rich and beautiful little rich woman are female or male netizens these days."

Song Yan lifted his eyelids instantly.

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan's small eyes that immediately became alert, and chuckled: "I'm talking about Shen Jiayan. I found out that day that the sweetest little milkberry in the world is him."

Song Yan also realized that her performance was too guilty, and she raised her face: "Anyway, whether it is male or female, you should stay away."

"Okay. But after what you said, I'll ask you directly if I'm missing anything. Is it true or false?"

"real."

"Then can I ask one more question?"

"Let the fart go."

"Those female netizens gave me gifts to picture me as a pure and beautiful male high school student, so what do we want brother Yan to help me?" Xia Zhiye smiled and looked at Song Yan.

Song Yan turned her face away, avoided her eyes, and said in a cold tone, "I don't want to do anything, I just see that my grandma is old, the little mahjong is still young, and your parents have passed away. I think it's not easy for you."

"Just because of this?"

"Because of this."

"Tsk." Xia Zhiye sighed regretfully, "I thought you were coveting my beauty."

Song Yan said angrily, "I am a big man who covets the beauty of your ass."

"Why can't a man covet a man's beauty? It's not like you haven't seen it with your own eyes. Anyway, I don't mind if you covet my beauty." Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan, her brows slightly curved, half a smile but not a smile. "So we hate brother, should we think about it?"

At that moment, Song Yan actually felt that the smile in Xia Zhiye's eyes didn't seem to be a serious joke at all, so that the moment he met his gaze, his heart beat unexpectedly by half a beat.

When he reacted, he kicked Xia Zhiye directly: "Don't make any fucking jokes, don't blame me for beating you up next time you say this kind of nonsense."

After speaking, he walked quickly into the house as if he was running away, completely forgetting what he wanted to do with Xia Zhiye in the first place.

Xia Zhiye picked up his watch with a smile, swayed back to his room slowly, put it in the top drawer and locked it.

Beating is kissing, scolding is love, Song Yan loves him so much, which shows that this watch will see the light of day sooner or later.

And Song Yan only felt that Xia Zhiye was wrong, and he didn't give him any good looks all afternoon.

After lunch, lay down on the sofa and took a nap, not wanting to say a word to him.

But the more you hate someone, the more haunted someone will be.

Song Yan fell asleep, dazedly having the dream that night again.

In the dream, he was still clinging to the man, longing for the taste and warmth of his body, and while consciously realizing that it was shameful, he indulged himself greedily, and the man began to give him a gentle response, Slowly turned around in the light and shadow.

The afternoon sunlight came in through the window in a gentle and slender manner, dazzling the man little by little, with deep eyebrows, shallow eyes, passionate and smiling eyes, and the tip of his nose with a small mole.

In the dream, Song Yan didn't seem to be surprised who the person in front of him was, but he didn't choose to push it away. He just chose to close his eyes and hand over the senses that didn't exist in the dream to the other party.

When he woke up, a dense layer of cold sweat had already seeped out from his back.

It was only when his consciousness completely returned to the cage and he felt a change somewhere in his body, Song Yan realized what he had done in his dream.

He got up and rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the faucet, turned down the temperature of the water heater, took off his clothes and stood under the shower, stroking his hair irritably.

Shit, what the hell is this?

If he can understand it as a boy's normal physiological reaction in the morning, then what is the reaction at three or four o'clock in the afternoon?

And why does he have that kind of dream, even the adolescent boys' hormones are so strong that they have nowhere to vent, so the object shouldn't be Xia Zhiye.

It must be because Xia Zhiye is a dog who is not serious all day long. dream.

So the source of all evil is Xia Zhiye's mouth that has no door.

After Song Yan came to a conclusion, he calmed down and turned off the faucet, only to realize that he didn't bring a change of clothes, and the sweater was soaked with sweat and could not be worn at all, so he took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Xia Zhiye: [Bring me a dress here]

[Big idiot]: ?

[YAN]: Bathroom.

A minute later, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Song Yan opened the door a crack, reached out to take the clothes, and then slammed it shut.

Xia Zhiye stood outside the door, a little curious: "What kind of bath do you take at noon?"

Song Yan said angrily, "I'm happy to use your water?"

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Song Yan: "..."

Seems to be using his water.

After a slight awkward silence, Song Yan died to save face: "I'll transfer the water bill to you."

After speaking, Xia Zhiye's phone vibrated.

Picked it up and took a look, and received a transfer of 2.00 yuan from [Song Daxi].

Note: [prostitution]

Prostitution?

When did Song Yan prostitute himself?

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows in confusion, Song Yan in the door had put away his phone, got dressed, and opened the door.

Just like Xia Zhiye's performance in the dream, even if the water bills are included, giving him two yuan is enough to pay him off.

However, Xia Zhiye didn't know that his face was worth two yuan the first time he was listed in the sea.

Just looking up, seeing the fragrant Song Yan fresh out of the bath, he put his hand on Song Yan's shoulder and discussed, "Why don't I give you two dollars, and you will prostitute me again?"

Song Yan was expressionless: "Give you three seconds to take your claws off."

"Don't."

"three."

"Hug what's wrong."

"two."

"You smell so good, did you use my shower gel?"

"one."

"hiss"

Xia Zhiye sucked in a breath of cold air in a very exaggerated and pretentious manner.

Song Yan didn't exert any strength on his hand, but when he heard Xia Zhiye's cold breath, he let go of his hand, and said in a sullen voice, "If you know it hurts, pay attention to your words and deeds next time."

Xia Zhiye moved his wrist that Song Yan had just cut: "What's the matter."

"Nothing, I just feel the need to avoid suspicion."

"?"

Song Yan raised her eyelids: "Or do you think it's interesting that you're talking nonsense all day long and hooking up with each other, and then people mistake us for gays?"

Xia Zhiye: "..."

He didn't know if he should remind Song Yan. Sometimes a slap really doesn't make a sound. For example, the fact that Song Yan is sitting on his own sofa and wearing his one-size-up sweater at this moment is very reverie.

But out of the basic literacy of raking ears, he still nodded: "You are right. So do we still go to the amusement park at night?"

Song Yan just wanted to say no, when she saw the little mahjong who had already put on a floral dress and braided horns and was looking into the room.

The little girl's round and big eyes are blinking pitifully now. For a person with a hard mouth and a soft heart, the lethality is comparable to that of a nuclear weapon.

Song Yan was silent for three seconds: "Go."

"Okay!" The little mahjong flew forward and jumped directly from the door of the living room to Song Yan's arms, "I like brother Yan the most, brother Yan is the best looking, kindest and cutest in the world!"

As expected of her younger sister who she picked up from the garbage with her own hands, this aesthetic is exactly the same as her own.

Xia Zhiye was very satisfied with the performance of this gadget man, but it did not affect his dark psychology that he could hold Song Yan rubbing against him out of jealousy of the little mahjong, and he took her off Song Yan.

"Okay, don't act like a spoiled child, go pack your little schoolbag by yourself, and leave when your brother changes clothes."

Song Yan glanced at the knitted sweater he was wearing: "What should I change if I have something to do?"

"Change to the clothes you should wear to the amusement park."

"?"

Xia Zhiye's so-called clothes that he should wear when going to an amusement park is an Iron Man sweater co-branded with Marvel.

After he finished changing, Song Yan realized that he was wearing the same Captain America.

In Xia Zhiye's words, when you go to an amusement park, you have to look like an amusement park, and Song Yan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. Anyway, she didn't wear anything.

This amusement park has just opened, and it is currently the largest amusement park in Nanwu with the widest audience.

But the little mahjong is too young to participate in many amusement projects. Except for some facilities specially designed for children in the parent-child park, there are only cartoon character parades and fireworks shows at night.

So they set off not too early. When they arrived at the amusement park, it was almost evening. Just in time for the interactive competition with prizes in the parent-child park, there were a large group of parents and children inside and outside.

Song Yan had no interest in these little radishes who were not yet tall, and walked around with her hands in her pockets, but the little mahjong was so excited that she ran around in a flowery skirt.

She is short and small, and she can drill anywhere. If she is not careful, she will disappear. In the end, she has no choice. Xia Zhiye can only pick her up and hold her in his arms with one hand, while dragging her with the other hand. Song Yan's wrist, to prevent a stinky big friend from accidentally getting lost.

Song Yan was suddenly pulled, and just as he was about to let Xia Zhiye let go, the little mahjong took advantage of his superior vision while sitting on Xia Zhiye's arm, and looked at the crowd with a super excited "wow": "Brother! Brother! There are princesses and Castle! What a big princess and castle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the staff next to him took the flyer and stepped forward with a smile: "Do you want the princess castle?"

Little Mahjong nodded heavily without thinking about it, but as soon as he nodded, he pouted and shook his head: "Little Mahjong doesn't want it."

It was probably the first time I met such a child. The staff was a little surprised, and then patiently and gently asked: "Why don't the children want it?"

Little Mahjong whispered: "Because it must be very expensive, Little Mahjong doesn't want grandma to spend more money."

The staff's smile instantly became softer: "It's okay, kid, you don't need to buy the princess castle, as long as you participate in our competition, you can take it home after winning the first place."

Little Mahjong's eyes lit up instantly: "Sister, do you really need to spend money?"

The staff nodded with a smile: "Well, it's really not necessary."

Said and handed over the flyer in his hand: "You can sign up for our parent-child interactive competition with tickets. You only need two parents and one child. If you sign up, you will be given a family keychain for each contestant, and then We also set up six levels of awards from the first prize to the sixth prize, and the first prize is a set of Barbie princess and castle models that children like."

Xia Zhiye glanced at the competition items on the flyer, looked around at the young couples with children around him for a week, and then glanced at Song Yan, who had an indifferent face and wrote "If you dare to let Lao Tzu participate, Lao Tzu will kill you all". , have a number in mind.

"The event is fun, but we only have one parent."

"Aren't you two brothers?"

The staff pointed at him, and then at Song Yan.

"He's just my classmate."

"It's okay, we don't check the household registration, as long as it is an adult over 16 years old who is accompanying the child."

"No, my classmates are more introverted and don't like to participate in such activities."

The staff expressed regret: "Ah, so, that's a pity. Is this classmate really unwilling to participate?"

The staff looked at Song Yan. Just as Song Yan was about to say no, the little mahjong lowered his head pitifully: "I really want little mahjong."

Song Yan's refusal came to his lips and was swallowed, and replaced with another sentence: "Can this princess castle be bought directly?"

The staff shook his head: "No, no prizes can be bought."

The little mahjong's head slumped even more, but there was a glimmer of hope: "Is it really impossible for Brother Yan to participate?"

Xia Zhiye tilted his head to look at Song Yan.

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye comforted: "It's okay, it's okay if you don't want to participate, don't force yourself, I'll go back and pick up more playlists and buy her a similar one."

As soon as the words fell, the little mahjong took it seriously, and shook his head quickly: "little mahjong don't want the wild brother to spend money, and the little mahjong doesn't want the princess castle."

Xia Zhiye rubbed her head: "It's okay, Brother Ye has money, so I can buy you an oversized one."

"No, the little mahjong has dolls made by grandma, which are super beautiful."

"Really not?"

"...Well." The little mahjong buried his head in Xia Zhiye's neck, and instead of going to see the princess castle, he muttered, "I really don't want the little mahjong, Brother Ye, shall we go to other places to play?"

Xia Zhiye didn't expect that little mahjong was so sensible at such a young age, thinking about going back to buy her a better one, holding her and turning around to leave.

However, just as he turned around, a cold voice came from behind him: "Wait a minute."

Turning back, Song Yan looked at him expressionlessly: "If someone from the second third middle school knows about what happened tonight, I will not finish with you."

"..."

Xia Zhiye looked at someone who was full of impatience but took the registration form in his hand and answered with a smile, "Okay."

So after half an hour, after playing for a whole day, Xiaopang and Kong Xiaoxiao, who were exhausted and wanted to rest, were sitting in Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with a cone, looking at the high platform outside the house, among a group of loving young parents. , The two male high school students in red and blue couple's clothes holding the same little girl, who were so handsome and out of place, were stunned.

Fatty's face was dull: "Am I dazzled?"

Kong Xiaoxiao's eyes were empty: "If you also asked this question, it means no."

"So they even have a daughter?"

"It should be."

"..."

"The world is amazing."