When Xia Zhiye heard this sentence across the entire living room, he felt a chill and murderous aura coming to his face, so he paused for a second, and then said, "No need, such a hard work won't bother us anymore, brother. I'll just come out wrapped in a towel."

"It's alright, no trouble."

Song Yanshun picked up Xia Zhiye's pajamas by the head of the bed and a box of black panties in the closet.

Then he moved a chair to sit at the bathroom door, leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his legs, looked up at Xia Zhiye, who had opened the door halfway, and smiled coldly and ruffian: "Want clothes?"

Only Xia Zhiye, who only had a bath towel around his waist, hid behind the bathroom door and looked at Song Yan, who was blocking the door with a big face: "..."

After being silent for a while, he bravely said, "Brother Yan, do you feel that you are acting like a hooligan now?"

Song Yan: "..."

There is so little.

But it doesn't matter.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want clothes, be frank and generous."

Song Yan frowned, murderous, "What do you mean by raking your ears?"

"..." Xia Zhiye considered his words for a while, "Maybe you don't believe it, but I really didn't think about asking you to call me raking ears in front of Xiaopang and Kong Xiaoxiao."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to take advantage of you verbally."

"..."

Candid, straightforward, no guilty conscience.

Song Yan had never seen such a brazen person, gritted his teeth and smashed the sexy black cloth in his hand at the person behind the door: "Xia Zhiye! Make a face!"

Xia Zhiye caught it and smiled softly: "What's the point of a face, if I want a face, can you be my boyfriend now?"

Song Yan gritted his teeth, his ears were hot, and wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, he found that he couldn't refute.

He could only take a deep breath and continued the interrogation: "Then when did you know that Shen Jiayan is Little Milkberry?"

Xia Zhiye answered quickly: "I heard you talking when I met you in the hotel lobby last time."

"Then why didn't you tell me after you added WeChat?"

"Adding WeChat is mainly to plot how to chase you, so I didn't tell you."

"..."

So this person had already harbored a thief's heart at that time, and still shared a bed with a good brother's shoulders and backs? !

Really thief and thief.

Song Yan gritted her teeth and smashed her pajama pants, planning to settle the account together later: "There is one last question."

"you say."

"What about you borrowing Shen Jiayan's account at the beginning of last month?" Song Yan's tone became a little colder when he asked this question, as if he was really unhappy.

Xia Zhiye, who originally thought of this interrogation as an ordinary flirtation, suddenly felt a shudder in his heart. Could it be that Song Yan found out about the watch?

As he was quickly organizing the language, he was thinking about how to frankly and leniently explain it so that Song Yan would not be so angry, when he heard Song Yan's irritating sentence: "In order to take the girl to the account, I have borrowed it on Shen Jiayan's head. Do I have to praise you for your dedication?"

Xia Zhiye: "...?"

So Song Yan's point was not that he had used Shen Jiayan's account, but that the purpose of borrowing his account was to get girls to score, and then he was jealous?

I didn't see that they were still just a little vinegar bag.

Xia Zhiye coaxed in a low voice with a smile on his face, "Didn't you earn money just to prepare to buy a gift for your confession?"

Song Yan got angry when she heard this: "You can earn any money? You buy me gifts with the money to make other girls happy, do you think I will be happy? Or do you think they order you every day just for your game skills? I Did you say that you would be cut off from those strange girls of unknown origin? Did you promise me at that time?"

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yanyue's increasingly hostile brows, and suddenly felt that the three words raking ears were tailor-made for him, otherwise he wouldn't have been blocked by his boyfriend at the bathroom door on the first day of confirming the relationship. violent interrogation.

But he was still very happy to be tried, and even a little sweet in his heart.

See how much their family Song Daxi likes him, so possessive and cute when jealous.

But cute is cute. It's better not to have this kind of misunderstanding. He has to let their family Song Daxi know that he is a good boyfriend who is very virtuous, so he explained with a low smile: "She is not strange and unknown. I can't cut a clean break with her, she's actually..."

"You still protect her?!"

Song Yan felt very uncomfortable when she thought of the girl's verbal flirting several times and taking Xia Zhiye to the hotel and back to his room to give him valuable gifts.

Hearing that Xia Zhiye was still talking for her, he suddenly became angry and slammed the ball of pajamas in his hands on him, then got up and left.

As a result, when he got up, he was too hasty, his foot tripped on the leg of the chair, and he almost fell. Xia Zhiye hurriedly reached out to grab him, and Song Yan also instinctively hugged Xia Zhiye tightly.

However, the bathroom floor was slippery and Xia Zhiye was barefoot again. Being surrounded by Song Yan, he could not stabilize his body. After a while, he fell to the ground, Song Yan fell on top of him, and was surrounded by The towel around his waist was also scattered.

Usually hugs and hugs, but they all have clothes.

It is completely two concepts to touch the lean and hot muscle texture without any barrier.

Song Yan suddenly couldn't care less about being jealous, and just wanted to get up in a panic.

However, the drainage system of the old house is really bad. The bubbles and water of the shower gel accumulate on the surface of the floor tiles, and the sliding is bad.

After a few slips, Song Yan suddenly felt that he had touched a very unusual place, and only then did he realize that the bath towel that was supposed to be around Xia Zhiye's waist had been scattered for some time.

After a short pause, Song Yan, who realized what he was touching, immediately tried to withdraw his hand like an electric shock, but was held in place by his wrist.

"The fire was lit when I kissed me, and now I'm here to add firewood, shouldn't we, Brother Yan, be mainly responsible for this accident?" Xia Zhiye's slightly hoarse voice sounded low in his ears.

Song Yan's ear was scorching hot, but she still pretended to be calm: "You are flammable and explosive, it's none of my business."

Ready to hit and run again.

As for this habitual criminal who escaped by arson repeatedly, Interpol Xia was very familiar with the road and cut off the escape route. He pressed his waist with one hand and his hands with the other. After he felt the horror of the crime scene, his tone also contained a temptation to confess: "The criminal After so many incidents, you don't want to be responsible even once?"

Although Song Yan grew up in an unhealthy environment, at least he was a superficial gentleman who was willing to pretend to be a gentleman. The environment was relatively unreliable, and the only friend who came close to him was a silly white sweeter than him.

He had never seen some movies that other boys of this age had begun to dabble in, not to mention that he met a shameless and gangster like Xia Zhiye as soon as he came up.

Just by feeling the feeling in the palm of his hand, Song Yan felt that he was about to explode with shame, and his brain short-circuited and gave up thinking.

Then he hurried back to the bedroom, locked him, ejected onto the bed, tucked himself tightly into the quilt, and scolded a dirty word in a low voice.

Grass.

Is Xia Zhiye still human?

How can it be so big.

There was no time to arrest someone again, so he could only sit alone in the bathroom and face Xia Zhiye at the scene of the arson, lightly grinding his rear molars.

Again and again, again and again, next time a habitual offender is not arrested and punished severely, he will not be a man.

For safety reasons, two people sleep in the living room and one in the bedroom at night.

The one who slept in the bedroom didn't even have the embarrassment to say a word all night. When Grandma Liu came to deliver the longevity noodles the next morning, she still had a cold face, like a walking refrigerator.

Even Grandma Liu could feel that the atmosphere was wrong, and said angrily to Xia Zhiye: "Are you bullying Xiaoyan again?"

Xia Zhiye picked the chopped green onion from Song Yan's bowl into his own bowl, while being angry and funny: "Grandma, open your eyes and see clearly who is bullying whom."

Grandma Liu didn't listen to him and looked at Song Yan: "He's just like that, he's just messing around since he was a child. For the sake of his birthday today, let's not care about him, darling."

After he finished speaking, he added another poached egg to Song Yan, and then turned to look at Xia Zhiye: "Will you come back to eat tonight?"

Although the Xia family has always kept Xia Zhiye free, since the death of Xia Zhiye's parents, every year on festivals and birthdays, Xia Zhiye will be called back to the family banquet, so as usual, Xia Zhiye should not come back for dinner tonight. of.

But just in case, Grandma Liu still asked, "If I want to come back, I'll order a cake later."

With Song Yan here this year, Xia Zhiye didn't plan to go back, but he didn't want Grandma Liu to waste money, so after eating the last mouthful of longevity noodles, he stretched his waist satisfactorily: "You shouldn't be back at night, grandma, don't be busy. already."

"Well, I see, I'll cook something delicious for you that weekend, ah sneeze—" Grandma Liu said and sneezed.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly asked, "Have you caught a cold?"

"Hey, it's alright, it's just that the electric blanket broke last night, so I guess I got a little cold."

After speaking, Xia Zhiye frowned slightly: "Didn't I tell you that it is dangerous for you and the little mahjong to use electric blankets, so just use the air conditioner, don't save those electricity bills."

"It's not about the electricity bill or the electricity bill, the main thing is that the air conditioner doesn't work."

"I wanted to change it for you last time, didn't you say it's useful?"

Xia Zhiye seemed a little angry when he said that.

Grandma Liu hurriedly said cuteness: "Oh, why are you mad at me again? Can't I just use the air conditioner to feel uncomfortable? All right, go to school, I'll buy a new electric blanket in the afternoon."

After speaking, he supported his waist and took small steps and ran back to the next yard.

Xia Zhiye was distressed, angry, and didn't dare to scold, so he could only sigh: "I changed the air conditioner for her when I turned around."

Song Yan wants to ask where you have the money to change her air conditioner.

But after thinking about it, I felt that this question hurt my self-esteem, so I just asked: "Aren't you coming back at night? Where are you going?"

"I don't want to go anywhere, I just don't want grandma to waste that money to buy that cake." Xia Zhiye smiled and rubbed Song Yan's head, "I must spend with us Yanyan tonight, if you are full of water, we are not bad for that cake. ."

He was just talking about things, to tell the truth, and by the way, he had sex with his little boyfriend.

Hearing that in Song Yan's ears, it became "I can't bear to buy a cake for my birthday, but I still want to change the air conditioner for my grandmother", so Song Yan lowered his head and stirred the noodles in the bowl, feeling a little uncomfortable.

He didn't want Xia Zhiye to have no cake on his birthday.

Xia Zhiye told him that he should have everything other children have, so he hopes that other boys have everything that Xia Zhiye has.

But he has almost no money on his body besides his meal card, and there is still a week before Song Minghai will give him living expenses next month. Where is he going to make a cake for Xia Zhiye.

Song Yan suddenly felt that her boyfriend was really incompetent.

Just as he was thinking, Xia Zhiye's cell phone rang.

Song Yan looked up and found that when Xia Zhiye saw the caller ID, there was still a careless expression between his brows and eyes, and then he stood up lazily: "I'll go take a call."

It looked nothing out of the ordinary, so Song Yan didn't think much about it. With a "hmm" sound, she lowered her head and turned on her phone to see if she could think of something else.

As a result, just after unlocking, the name "Song Minghai" popped up on the screen.

The moment he saw the name, Song Yan wanted to hang up directly.

However, he understands Song Minghai's personality, unless it is very important, he will not call him, so it is useless to hang up, because maybe he will come to the door directly.

Compared with the face-to-face father and son filial piety, telephone communication is more labor-saving.

So Song Yan pressed the answer, her voice as cold as ice drops under the eaves: "What's the matter."

The other party didn't seem to be interested in discussing family etiquette with him, so he cut to the point: "I have already asked you to take a leave of absence for self-study tonight. The car will pick you up at six o'clock and accompany me to a dinner party."

"It might be more appropriate for you to find a small star or a big internet celebrity to accompany you in this kind of thing." Song Yan said calmly and plainly, which made it even more ironic.

Song Minghai was not ashamed, but just stated calmly and plainly: "The situation of this dinner is rather special. It was a private dinner for his grandson by one of my partners. It is useless for those messy people to bring it. I heard His grandson is very good, and he seems to be about the same age as you, so we should be able to chat together."

"I'm so sullen and withdrawn, sensitive and jealous, full of lies and twisted minds, I may not be able to chat with your partner's excellent grandson. You should hire another genius." Song Yan finished and was about to hang up the phone. .

Song Minghai asked directly, "Five thousand."

"..."

"As long as you attend tonight, I will give you an extra 5,000 living expenses next month."

If I remember correctly, Song Minghai used to find a peripheral with more than this price. It seems that his son is really worthless in his eyes.

However, the partner who can make Song Minghai call him early in the morning is definitely not an ordinary partner. If he wants to bring himself, it is most likely to bring him closer.

This kind of mentality similar to taking the initiative to make friends is not a common thing for Song Minghai, which means that this partner should be at an upstream level in Song Minghai's capital chain, and Song Minghai is still very likely to have demand. to people.

So in this case, it is better to raise the price directly.

After all, instead of arguing with Song Minghai, it's better to use Song Minghai as an ATM machine, take some money to change the air conditioner for grandma, and buy cakes for Xia Zhiye.

Since yesterday, Song Yan had completely figured out that hating someone would waste time and energy, but just treating it as a ruthless cash machine would not.

So he said coldly: "Ten thousand, give it to me today, and you must send me back before the evening self-study get out of class ends."

There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone, like appreciation and satisfaction: "Yes, the deal."

When you're done, cut off the phone.

And at the moment he hung up the phone, Xia Zhiye outside the house also laughed helplessly: "Grandpa, do you really want my club to die by letting the lion dance team come to pick me up at school? Okay, I'll do it at the dinner party. If you go back, you won't lose face. Am I such an unfilial person? But you promised me that the air conditioner must be sent to me at night to be installed."

After a slight pause, he added: "And I have to go back to the dormitory before the evening self-study is over. I promised others to spend it together today."

"Well, happy Christmas Eve."