Song Yan didn't know why someone who had to think of ways to change the air conditioner was standing in the banquet hall of a five-star hotel with a constant temperature for 24 hours at this moment, dressed like a dog.

I don't know why the person who was reluctant to buy a cake in the morning was at this moment the protagonist who spent hundreds of thousands for a dinner party full of strangers.

I don't even know why the good parents died, there was a 70-year-old grandmother and a 3-year-old sister who lived a life of a pure and beautiful male high school student, but at this moment, he turned into a rich and powerful noble boy. .

But he knew one thing, and that was that Xia Zhiye, a big dog who cheated money and cheated sex, was going to die better than today.

Thinking of the poor Xia Zhiye pretended to be, and the miserable ones sold, Song Yan squeezed the gift box in his hand tightly.

He looked up at Xia Zhiye, who was wearing an expensive custom-made suit but surrounded the school gate with a 100 yuan buy-one-get-one-free scarf, and raised the gift box in his hand expressionlessly: "Happy birthday to our young master Xia, Happiness is like the East China Sea, and longevity is like the South Mountain."

Although the tone is indifferent like AI, it perfectly replicates the yin and yang of Xia Zhiye's usual "our young master Song", and the words "Shoubi Nanshan" also sound inexplicably eerie.

But it is more than ten thousand times more harmonious than the imagined violent and bloody scenes of the Eighteen Bans.

So that Xia Zhiye was a little flattered.

Could it be that Song Yan is not going to care about him because of his birthday today?

Thinking about it, with Song Yan's ruthless eyes, "you will be executed on the spot if you dare to act rashly", he carefully opened the gift box: "Thank you..."

Thanks.

The second "thank" word stuck in his throat when he saw the gorgeous, delicate and sharp dagger lying in the gift box.

Xia Zhiye felt that the Nanshan Mountain in Song Yan's mouth might have only been standing in the world for seventeen years.

He had even imagined what the knife would look like when it was stuck straight into his throat.

Noticing Xia Zhiye's stiffness, Song Yan said coldly again: "Why, our young master Xia doesn't like it?"

"like."

dare not dislike it.

Xia Zhiye closed the lid carefully, looked at Song Yan, and smiled very softly and virtuously, "As long as it is given by you, I like it."

Originally, I thought that the two of them were just a bit eccentric Xia Lao and Song Minghai, but when they heard this, it was completely wrong: "You two have known each other before?"

"Ah, yes." Xia Zhiye hurriedly smiled and grabbed Song Yan and pulled him into his arms, tightly wrapping his shoulders and restricting his personal freedom before introducing, "This is my roommate and deskmate. , Song Yan, is also my male... sex! Friend."

When Xia Zhiye said the word "male", the soft flesh on his waist was immediately attacked by the cruel two-finger twisting attack from the man in his arms, and the pain caused him to directly open up the second vein of Ren and Du.

The perpetrator, however, was still expressionless, calm, and still had the grim look of the Flower of the High Mountains.

So I can only endure the pain and keep a decent smile: "My male friend, the kind with the best relationship, there is no one."

"Oh?" Elder Xia seemed very surprised to hear this, and looked at Song Minghai, "Ling Lang is also studying in the third middle school?"

How could an entrepreneur like Song Minghai, who has established a firm foothold in Beijing, send his precious son to Nanwu No. 3 Middle School?

I can't even think about it.

Song Minghai didn't expect that a family like the Xia family would let their precious grandson go to a public school with very ordinary conditions like No. 3 Middle School.

However, in addition to being surprised, he felt that he was lucky. It seemed that the relationship between Song Yan and this grandson of the Xia family was not generally close, so it would be easier for him to develop a relationship with Old Xia.

So he smiled and nodded: "Yeah, the main reason is that boys can't be too spoiled, or they can't bear the setbacks when they grow up, so I sent him over to experience it alone."

"Well, you're right, girls want to be rich, and boys want to be poor. Like our family, just stock up, do whatever you want, don't care about him, but if it's what you want to do, You have to find a way by yourself, and the family will never help or spend more money.”

Xia Lao smiled and supported the crutches in his hand, teaching his training experience, "But this kid is good-natured, he didn't grow crooked when he was stocked up, he has always been the first in his grade, and he even won a gold medal in the National Olympic Games a few days ago. Come back and barely embarrass me."

"It's rare to see such a sensible and excellent child. He looks like a talented person. He is tall and handsome, and has a good personality. If it weren't for my daughter, I would have wanted to rob him as a son-in-law."

Song Minghai is used to ups and downs in shopping malls, and he has developed the ability to talk to people and talk to ghosts.

With a simple one-liner, he flattered Mr. Xia to make him feel physically and mentally comfortable, and said with a smile: "Your family is the one who is handsome, looking at this, he is much more handsome than the newly signed spokespersons of our company. If you want to be your Song family's daughter-in-law in the future, there will be a long queue."

Not really.

Your grandson was ranked first, and it was only today that he ranked first.

Xia Zhiye said with a smile while facing Song Yan's murderous and bloodless attack, "Grandpa, you are saying this as if we Song Yan are just good-looking, and obviously other people's grades are good. He is tied for first place with me, and he also won first place in the Youth Talent Cup speech contest yesterday. Isn't that right, Uncle Song?"

As long as Xia Zhiye smiles with his peach blossom eyes bent, he has a magical affinity for killing men, women and children, which makes people unconsciously lower their intelligence and let go of their defenses.

In addition, no one would mind others praising his own son on such an occasion, Song Minghai smiled and said, "This kid in my family is indeed quite competitive."

Others around also hurriedly stepped forward and praised and echoed: "President Song is too modest, how can this be considered a good candidate, this is too good."

"Sure enough, it's a family background. You see, the children of Mr. Xia and Mr. Song's family are all so good."

"It shows that genetics are indeed very powerful."

"That's not right, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and the child of a mouse will make a hole."

"Yes, tiger fathers have no dog sons, uncle is optimistic about you."

...

The courtesies are unheard of.

Song Minghai always had a humble and gentle gentleman's smile on his face.

However, Xia Zhiye felt that the arm of the man he was holding was getting tighter and stronger, so he gently took the belt into his arms, as if to comfort him, and then smiled at Song Minghai: "But Uncle Song, don't you know yet? Song Yan was wronged?"

When he said these words, Song Yan, who was still twisting Xia Zhiye's waist, paused, and Song Minghai, who was smiling gracefully to accept everyone's praise, also paused slightly with his hand holding the wine glass.

But Elder Xia was the first to react, frowning slightly: "What's wrong with being wronged?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Xia Zhiye explained, "It was after a person in the Qingcai Cup last year copied Song Yan's manuscript, and in turn framed Song Yan for copying his manuscript, and jumped from the balcony on the third floor to frame it for him. Song Yan, in the end, Song Yan was revoked from the award, and after being punished by Uncle Song, he was transferred to Nanwu No.

The tone was understated, it didn't sound like a big deal, but all the people here were elites, who couldn't make up the idea of ​​"I was transferred to Nanwu No. 3 Middle School after being punished", how much is hidden in this sentence.

Song Minghai's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to explain, Xia Zhiye smiled and relieved him: "But Uncle Song must have done this because he didn't want Song Yan to go astray, so he used such a severe method, I I think Song Yan can definitely understand, he doesn't need to take sleeping pills now."

It sounds a bit confusing, but if you think about it carefully, it contains a lot of information.

You don't need to take sleeping pills now, that is, you need to take them before.

So how harsh did Song Minghai use to educate his son to make such a teenage child need to take medication?

And if Song Yan really did something wrong, forget it, and they would still be wronged.

Then why didn't Song Minghai, the father, investigate the truth at that time? Why don't you believe in children? Why are you still punishing children?

In addition, Song Minghai's former spouse passed away early, and it is no secret that his current wife is married for a second time. Most of the guests here looked at Song Minghai with a little more strange consideration.

Song Minghai's just-established father, kindness and filial piety are in jeopardy, and the initiator is still smiling politely and kindly, and he can't offend the elders behind him now.

So he could only continue to maintain his image as a good father, and reflected: "It was true that I didn't know the truth at the time, because I really didn't expect a teenage high school student to have such a deep mind."

Xia Zhiye nodded knowingly: "It's true that teenage high school students may have more scheming than forty-year-old entrepreneurs. Uncle Song didn't think that it was normal at the time."

Anyone who hears this sounds like a joke.

Song Minghai's face flashed ugly for a moment.

Xia Zhiye still didn't realize it, but tilted his head with a youthful look on his face: "Then Uncle Song must be very guilty now that he knows the truth? But it doesn't matter, I believe that as long as you apologize to Song Yan well, he will definitely I won't blame you."

Song Minghai's knuckles holding the wine glass turned blue with force, but his face still smiled gentlemanly: "Of course, Song Yan has always been a sensible child, I will definitely apologize later, this is what I should do as a father. of."

"Wow, Uncle Song is so nice, so why don't you apologize now, there are so many people, Song Yan must be embarrassed to be angry with a child, do you think so, Song Yan?" Xia Zhiye tilted his head and winked at Song Yan. Eye.

Song Yan didn't expect Song Minghai to apologize to him at all, she still apologized to him in public, and didn't want to make the scene too ugly, she turned around and was about to leave, but was restrained by Xia Zhiye's shoulders tightly.

And the gentleman's smile on Song Minghai's face became more and more cold.

He can talk to people and talk to ghosts in the mall, but as long as he returns home, he must be the undisputed and unquestionable head of the family.

The reason why he punished Song Yan so severely at that time was not so much to punish Song Yan for his possible mistakes, but to punish Song Yan for his rebelliousness, who always refused to bow his head and admit his mistakes.

So asking him to apologize to Song Yan in public is tantamount to the biggest humiliation for him as a big parent.

Moreover, Song Yan was his son, and he gave everything he ate, drank, and wore, including his life, so why was he qualified to ask him to apologize?

However, everyone looked at him with some dissatisfaction and condemnation in their eyes. Old Xia even frowned, holding the crutches in his hand and stomping to the ground, dissatisfied: "Minghai, as a father, you should lead by example. "

The Xia family has always had a good reputation.

Xia Lao is famous for his personality.

If you leave the impression of being mean, stern, assertive, self-willed, and unwilling to pay for your own mistakes in this kind of thing, it will be a big hindrance to future cooperation.

Compared with the huge interests in the shopping mall, his dignity and prestige as a big parent seem so insignificant.

So even though his blood pressure rose from anger, he still clenched his wine glass and showed Song Yan a fatherly face.

"Old Xia is right, Xiaoyan, it was your father who didn't believe in you before and was not able to support you unconditionally, which is why you suffered so much grievance and hurt so much. It was your father who was sorry for you. Dad will change in the future. Yes, I will trust you, respect you, protect you, and I will communicate well when encountering things, and things like the previous ones will never happen again, can you forgive Dad?"

The tone is modest and gentle, and there is even a hint of humbleness in begging for forgiveness in the sincerity.

Even if he knew that the other party was acting, but in his lifetime he could hear Song Minghai speaking to him in such a low voice in front of everyone's eyes, Song Yan still wanted to laugh for a while.

Is Song Minghai embarrassed?

lost.

Will you forgive him?

Will not.

Xia Zhiye also knew Song Yan's answer, so he didn't let this question stay on him for too long.

He just hugged him a little tighter and smiled at Song Minghai: "Uncle Song is really a good father, it seems that I will tell Grandpa more about how Uncle Song is a parent in the future, and let him study hard, otherwise one day You'll know ** me by night."

"Hey, you son of a bitch, you're so daring, you're actually arranging it on your grandfather." Old Xia picked up his crutches and slapped Xia Zhiye with a punch, "I just want to have a good conversation with your Uncle Song, How can you raise such a beautiful and well-behaved child like Song Yan! Unlike you, if you are not angry with me for a day, you will not be happy in your heart."

Xia Lao has lived to this age, and he has already become a mature adult. How can he not see Xia Zhiye's careful thoughts.

It is nothing more than wanting to stand out for his friend.

The so-called talk about how to be a parent in the future is also a hint to Song Minghai that if he retaliates against Song Yan after he goes back, Xia Zhiye will come to complain to himself.

The fox pretends to be the tiger, and the dog fights the human power.

Old Xia despised his own grandson in disdain, but he had heard of Song Minghai's private life style. He probably guessed that Song Yan had a hard time at home, so his contempt turned into contempt, so he sold his grandson. This favor.

At the end, without waiting for Song Minghai to speak, he waved to Xia Zhiye in disgust: "Okay, you young people go play with you, don't be mad at me, the old man."

Then he pointed to the direction of the tea house with a smile: "Let's go, Ming Hai, chat with me, this old man?"

Song Minghai couldn't resist, even though his heart was full of fire, he could only bear it, and smiled modestly: "Then I will ask Mr. Xia for more advice."

On the other end, Xia Zhiye led Song Yan away from the crowd in a fair manner. After entering the VIP lounge, after confirming that there was no one in it, he closed the door and said with a grin, "How is it, was your boyfriend a man just now..."

people.

Originally, I wanted to take credit for Song Yan in a jubilant manner, and be grateful to a beautiful woman, but she closed the door, and when she turned around, she was confronted with a delicate and sharp dagger.

The handle of the dagger was tightly grasped by pale and thin knuckles, and the blue veins on the back of the hand were bulging, signaling the murderous intent of the person holding the knife.

And that murderous blade was aimed squarely at his fragile throat.

One step away from cutting the aorta.

At that moment, Xia Zhiye was the closest to death in this short and splendid body.

So the word "person" was swallowed alive.

He just didn't know if he was a man or not.

But the days ahead are sure to be difficult for him.

"That, geezer, listen to my explanation..."

Xia Zhiye pinched the blade carefully, trying to keep it away from his graceful and long neck.

However, as soon as he moved, he heard Song Yan coldly say: "Do you want to die now?"

"..."

In no mood.

So Xia Zhiye lowered his hand and stood there obediently, staring at the cold killer in front of him.

The killer was wearing a white suit and a dark gray shirt today, which made his skin look very white, his waist looked very thin, his legs looked straight and long, and his temperament was also very cold and noble.

Especially nice.

Seeing that Xia Zhiye was under the shadow of death, he couldn't help but said, "That, Brother Yan, I have a small unkind request."

"Say."

"Can you give me another kiss before I die?"

"..."

Kiss the fart!

Sure enough, it's a big rubbish that cheats money!

Song Yan finally couldn't hold back his anger, and kicked Xia Zhiye's important part with a ruthless kick.

Xia Zhiye didn't want Song Yan to be a widow for the rest of his life, so he quickly turned to hide.

This dodge slammed into the direction of the dagger's edge, Song Yan retracted the dagger without thinking, for fear that it would really hit Xia Zhiye.

However, in this distraction, Xia Zhiye took the opportunity to squeeze his wrist and waist, turned around, and hit the wall.

His wrists were pressed, his waist was pressed, and he was afraid that he would cut Xia Zhiye with a random movement, Song Yan could only be pushed against the wall and gnashed his teeth: "Xia Zhiye, give you three seconds, don't let me go, you today Don't even think about getting out of here alive."

"If you are really willing, what kind of knife did you just accept."

Xia Zhiye leaned against Song Yan and asked with a lazy smile.

Song Yan looked at him now that he was sure of himself, and he hated his teeth and sneered: "I don't want you to die so cheaply, I count three times..."

"Don't be so fierce, listen to my explanation first, beat and then scold after explaining, I will never fight back, okay?" Xia Zhiye coaxed in a low voice, trying to use a gentle offensive to win a chance for himself.

However, Song Yan didn't buy it at all, and just said coldly, "Three."

"Don't worry..."

"two."

"It's not that I don't admit it..."

"one."

"My wife, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

After three counts, Xia Zhiye immediately let go and stepped back, pulled the pillow on the sofa, threw it on the ground, and knelt down.

Kneeling was so skillful, so standard, and so sudden that Song Yan, who had already picked up a dagger to give Xia Zhiye a fatal threat, instantly froze in place.

"...?"

etc.

Why is this action so skilled?

And did you say let him kneel down?

No, the most important thing is who is his wife? !

Shameless!

When he reacted, Song Yan blushed and gritted his teeth, "Get up for me! Who the hell is your wife!"

Xia Zhiye jumped on the spot and hugged Song Yan: "I'm sorry, boyfriend, I was wrong. Mainly I saw that my father had been watching my mother a lot since I was a child, so I called Shunzui."

"..."

No wonder so skilled.

It turns out that this is the real origin of family learning.

But Song Yan is not in the mood to care about what kind of ear raking education Xia Zhiye has received since he was a child.

"I know, but a thousand dollars can't buy a beautiful smile."

"..."

Where did this person come from so many fallacies? !

"release!"

"Then listen to my explanation first."

"I let you loose!"

"I'll let go when I'm done explaining!"

"I'll let you go now!"

Song Yan wanted to break free from Xia Zhiye, so as to appear imposing, but he was not strong enough. After earning a few times, he was so aggrieved that he couldn't help but get angry: "Do you think you are playing a fool here? Can one thing go through like this? I can forget how you fooled me around? Xia Zhiye, do you really think I'm a fool!"

Once the emotions are opened, it is difficult to restrain, and the voice that has always been cold and indifferent is now unbearably excited and hoarse.

"You said you had to explain, what did you explain? Explain why you have to pretend to be poor even though you are rich? Explain how much you look like every day when you watch an idiot bring things you don't need in front of you. Fun? Or to explain that you're doing this for a reason?"

"Xia Zhiye, do you know that if it weren't for the purpose of changing the air conditioner for grandma, to buy you a birthday cake, and to ensure that the two poor people of us would not be hungry or frozen in winter, I would never have come to this rotten banquet with Song Minghai!"

"I was locked in the basement by him for three days and three nights before, and I didn't compromise with him. Now, just for such 10,000 yuan, I'm going to follow him everywhere. What do you think I want?"

The anger and sadness finally broke through the long-suppressed indifference and disguised it violently.

Song Yan gritted his teeth, his voice was hoarse, and the corners of his eyes were red: "So if you don't need the things I gave you at all, can you stop pretending you want them? Otherwise, I'll look like a self-righteous bigot. Stupid!"

Because if I think you want it, I'll try my best to give it to you.

Such as the silly parent-child activity in the amusement park.

For example, these two stupid ugly scarves that bought with last savings.

For example, this idiot's birthday party who is standing here at this moment.

But when he thought he had finally learned how to be nice to someone, give for someone, and then be loved righteously, he was told that the things he gave were actually not needed by others.

This shame, loss and sadness even far outweighed the anger of being deceived.

Xia Zhiye had never seen Song Yan like this, and he never thought that Song Yan agreed to accompany Song Minghai to this banquet because of him and his grandmother.

But on second thought, Song Yan is so proud, unless he really has some weakness, how can he bow his head to Song Minghai.

I thought it would be okay to explain it later, but now it seems that I have done something stupid.

Feeling distressed and self-blame crawled into Xia Zhiye's heart, he hurriedly lowered his head and kissed the corner of Song Yan's eyes, his voice soft and eager: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a big idiot, it's my fault, it's my fault, you can do whatever you want. You can beat me and scold me, but don't be sad, okay?"

"I'll be sad for you when I'm sick!"

Song Yan hoarsely struggled, but didn't break free.

Xia Zhiye held him tightly in his arms and coaxed in a low voice, "It's okay, it's not sad, we're tired of Big Ku, it's impossible to be sad. Then you listen to my explanation first, okay?"

"Explain the fart! Get out of my way!"

Xia Zhiye didn't go away, just hugged him and explained seriously: "I didn't think you were a fool, I didn't want to lie to you at first, and I didn't pretend to be poor on purpose. My family is rich, but I'm really poor, so I need and want the things you gave me, and I cherish them very much. Look, don't I still wear the red scarf you gave me?"

Obviously it doesn't fit in with suits, and it's not cold in the room, but still wearing this ugly scarf, Song Yan feels that Xia Zhiye has a sick mind.

But in the end, he didn't continue to break free, just kept his face cold and silent, and continued to listen to how this big liar could sophistry.

The big liar is trying to explain that he's not a liar

"Our family has always been like this. If you want to do what you want, the family will not stop it, but it will not give you financial support. After my father graduated, he started his own business. After marrying my mother, he even bought a decent wedding dress. I don’t have any money for a house, so I can only live in the small yard left by my grandma, which is the one in Zaijiu Lane now.”

"I came here with my parents when I was a child, so although my father had a good career and money, my grandfather has always been good to me, but I have never been very particular about food and clothing."

"Later my parents died in a car accident, and my grandfather took me back. He has a bad temper. Whenever we make a mistake, we like economic sanctions. On the day we bought the bike, we both got angry with Luo Wei. Grandpa was so angry that he reported the loss of my card, so I really have no money except for the meal card."

Hearing what Xia Zhiye had to say, Song Yan was suspicious: "Really?"

"Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask my grandfather. Do I dare to lie to you now that I don't want a boyfriend?" Xia Zhiye looked sincere.

But Song Yan still felt that something was wrong: "Your grandfather is so rich, what happened to your grandma?"

"When I was a child, my parents were busy trying to make money, eating, drinking, going to school, getting sick and suffering minor pains, all of which depended on the next door's grandma Liu to take care of her, and she had no children. I was called my grandma since I was a child, so although I didn't kiss my grandma, I did. My grandma is almost done, and after picking up the little mahjong, they are relatively poor, so I often subsidize them."

It seems to be the same. The words that Grandma Liu and Xia Zhiye often say are "Do you have any money left" and "We can't use your money", which is indeed not like what the real guardians and wards say.

It is true that he has his own preconceptions on this issue.

"Okay, you can barely pass this question." Song Yan gritted his back molars and continued to interrogate, "Then what happened to you selling blood?"

"What sells blood?"

"On the day you bought the bicycle, I saw a small leaflet selling blood in your clothes. It cost 300 yuan once, and when you came back at night, you got an extra 300 yuan. There are pinholes in your arms, and your complexion is very bad. You can't sell blood. What is it?" Song Yan asked confidently.

Xia Zhiye was angry and funny: "The flyer was picked up when I bought the bicycle, and the 300 yuan was borrowed from Shang Huai. The pinhole was left by the rain when I was carrying you that day, and I went to the hospital for a blood test with a fever. , so what kind of illegal and criminal things are in your mind all day long?"

"..."

Song Yan never thought that the truth would be like this.

After a short silence, he called, "Xia Zhiye."

"Um?"

"Are you just killing me?"

"??"

"You dare to kill me before I kill you?"

"...No, geezer, you misunderstood, I didn't, how dare I question you, I'm just anxious for a while..."

"release!"

"OK."

Hearing this, Xia Zhiye immediately released the hand that was holding Song Yan, and kept his upright posture obediently.

Song Yan still had 10,000 unresolved bills in his heart, so he resisted his anger and pressed the back of the knife to Xia Zhiye's neck, and asked in a cold voice, "So when did you know that I misunderstood?"

"The day I bought the washing machine."

"Then you knew early in the morning that I had misunderstood, why didn't you explain it?"

"To chase after you."

"?"

Xia Zhiye lowered his eyes to meet Song Yan's doubtful gaze, and said softly in a low voice, "I didn't know you thought I was poor at first, but also thought that you bought me pig livers, bracelets, shoes, and milk tea. Because I liked me, I was ready to confess, but I only found out that day when I confessed that you were only helping the poor at a fixed point, and I was still sad for a long time."

Song Yan paused for a while, as if remembering something: "So that day you suddenly posted on your Moments that you were broken up?"

"Well. At that time, I felt that I was completely self-indulgent. I wanted to give up, and the money was returned to you. As soon as you came to me, I found that I liked you so much that I couldn't give up, so I thought Keep chasing, but if at that time I directly say that I am not poor, you may just be angry and ignore me, and I want to wait until I catch up."

"..."

"I know it's wrong to do this, but I really like you too much and want to chase you too much, so I was fooled by the lard and became a big liar."

So in fact, it was I who misunderstood Xia Zhiye first, and then did something that made Xia Zhiye misunderstood, causing such a big oolong and causing Xia Zhiye to lose a love in the middle. Thinking about it this way, it seems that he is also responsible.

In addition, Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan with gentle and affectionate eyes, so affectionate that it seemed that no matter what he did wrong, he should be forgiven in the face of this love.

Song Yan couldn't help but feel a move in her heart, her hands loosened slightly, and she was about to take off the knife and have a good talk with Xia Zhiye.

However, at the moment when the blade left Xia Zhiye's neck, between the lightning and flint, Song Yan suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

He paused, clenched the dagger again, and looked at Xia Zhiye coldly: "Wait, you said targeted poverty alleviation, do you mean that the person on Shen Jiayan's account that day was you?"

"..."

"So you know what I'm selling watches?"

"..."

"The Omega watch that was sent to your house was mine?"

"..."

"In other words, I raised you with the wallet you gave me and still feel good about myself, and you watched the whole time without saying a word?"

"..."

"Also." After the soul was connected for four times, Song Yan lowered the dagger and sent out a five-kill invitation, "What do you mean when you said you returned all the money to me?"

Xia Zhiye did return the money once on the day he lost his love.

But it's the money that [Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play with online] to [people beautiful and rich and rich women].

What about him, Song Yan.

unless……

"Xia Zhiye, are ghost stories interesting to tell?"