Reciprocity is a fart.

When the young master Song was finished, he just wanted to lie down, and there was no reason to wait for others. He lightly stepped on Xia Zhiye's thigh, crushed it a little, and said in a hoarse voice, "Turn on the light, go and fetch my schoolbag. ."

Although Xia Zhiye didn't understand why Song Yan suddenly asked him to get his schoolbag, he always felt that he should ask for anything at this time.

He lightly held Song Yan's ankles, moved his legs, helped him lie down, and grabbed a pillow to cushion his waist before getting up and turning on the light to get his schoolbag.

And when he came back with the schoolbag, what he saw was Song Yan lazily bending one leg, half propping his head, and lying on his side on the bed.

The end of his eyes were still red, but his eyes were cold and sloppy, like the ruthless scumbag who hangs himself on the court because of his wealth and appearance.

The voice also showed indifference and laziness: "Open."

Xia Zhiye had never seen Song Yan like this, and he never thought that Song Yan would have such a different style after the incident. When his heart moved, he opened his schoolbag according to the words.

Song Yan said lazily, "Envelope."

There was indeed a thick envelope in the bag.

It was the envelope of 5,000 yuan that Song Yan, who he just returned today, gave him.

Xia Zhiye faintly felt that something was not right, but still adhering to Song Yan's choice of whatever he said, he took out the envelope as usual.

Then Young Master Song gave another command: "Open it, take out two, and put the rest back for me."

So soon Xia Zhiye only had two pink RMB in his hand.

Song Yan stretched out his hand lazily in front of him, spread his palm, and slightly hooked his fingers twice: "Find me twenty."

Xia Zhiye: "?"

Seeing that he didn't understand, Song Yan reluctantly said a few more words: "You said it yourself, don't need ninety-eight, no eight-eight, just one-hundred-eight, take home the ultimate experience. So what do you want me to do? question?"

"..."

At that moment, Xia Zhiye could not refute.

So Song Yan is prostituting him?

Or spend a hundred and eighty to prostitute him?

The client himself seemed to have a good consumption experience. He said in a rare good-natured manner, "If you don't have cash, you can transfer to me on WeChat."

The rest of Xia Zhiye stood alone by the bed with 200 yuan of money, like a grumpy husband who was abandoned by a scumbag and didn't even have time to give it a shot.

Suffocated.

Hate your teeth.

I want to pick it up and educate myself.

But dare not.

He could only sit back by the bed, and while trying to secretly lift the quilt, he whispered coquettishly, "Brother Yan, I feel uncomfortable."

He was indifferent to his brother, pulled the quilt back, and kicked him down by the way: "Is it uncomfortable that you have no hands?"

"..." Xia Zhiye thought of the soft touch of Song Yanxiangxiang just now, "Brother Yan, you can't be so cruel to me."

Song Yan turned his head and glanced at him: "Didn't you say that I'll do whatever I want when I'm angry? Does it matter if I talk?"

"……No."

"This is punishment, what's your opinion?"

"……no."

"If you don't, then go to sleep, I'm sleepy."

Song Yan tightened the quilt, closed her eyes, and fell asleep quickly after she felt at ease.

And Xia Zhiye could only feel the place where the fire was about to burst out, accepted this horrific punishment, and walked back to the bathroom.

The water flowed down from the top of his head, propped up against the wall with one hand, recalling Song Yan's slightly raised neck when he released it, the reddened corners of his eyes and the tight waistline, he let out a long breath.

Song Yan must have been sent by God to torture him.

Not only to test his character, but also to test the legal and moral bottom line of a big man with strong blood and blood, but there is no way to take him.

How can this love talk not as good as the next man wife of the overbearing prince?

As soon as he thought of the overbearing prince's next wife, Xia Zhiye thought of the dream he had a long time ago, and then he felt even more uncomfortable.

Xia Zhiye once again determined that Song Yan was the one who tortured him.

So even if it's just for the sake of his physical and mental health, he should let Song Yan face up to his status as soon as possible.

So after Xia Zhiye took a bath for half an hour and finally came out, he walked to Song Yan's side, looked at his innocent face when he was asleep, lowered his head viciously, and gave him a kiss.

"Little bastard, you can't do anything about me just relying on me."

And Song Yan, who was kissed fiercely by him, was dissatisfied with his sleep being disturbed, frowned, turned over, and turned his back to the outside, so that Xia Zhiye could not see his face.

Then he raised his lips slightly.

Yes, it's just that you can't do anything about me.

Big hooligan.

When he woke up the next morning, Song Yan was so refreshed that he had rarely seen for so many days, and he took a shower early in the morning.

A rare light blue appeared on Xia Zhiye's lower eyelid.

Because of the fair skin, the blue color is particularly eye-catching, so that when Xiao Pang saw the two of them walking into the classroom for the first time, he couldn't help but ask: "Master Xia, are you a little too indulgent."

"I do think so."

Song Yan also had to give this opportunity.

After Xia Zhiye helped Song Yan get the hot water, he sat back in his seat lazily. As soon as he sat down, he saw two thick stacks of cards on the table between himself and Song Yan, and other assorted small cards. gift box.

"Is our class a tourist attraction where anyone can come in?"

Xia Zhiye didn't care about his pile, and just picked one out of Song Yan's pile, and when he opened it, he saw "Song Yan, Merry Christmas, maybe you don't know me, but I've been following you silently for a long time." , suddenly jealousy surged, and angered the innocent people around.

But innocent people are not so innocent.

Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen were holding a pile of melon seeds, chatting while nibbling: "Not all of them came in to deliver, most of them were handed over by us. For example, the box of chocolates in Brother Yan's hand is the errand fee for a bag of potato chips. ."

Xia Zhiye glanced at the box of love-shaped chocolates that Song Yan was looking at, stretched out his hand, and put it in front of Xiao Pang: "Two packets of potato chips, send them back to me."

"okay!"

Little Fatty happily agreed without surprise.

Zhao Ruiwen was still a little confused: "No, I don't understand, why did you want to send back Brother Yan's chocolates, Master Xia?"

Because Lao Tzu is jealous, why else?

But Xia Zhiye couldn't say this, because Song Yan obviously didn't plan to come out now, so he could only casually throw out a sentence: "Because our Yan brother has bad teeth, we can't eat sweets."

"Oh, so that's right." Zhao Ruiwen pointed to a box next to him, "Someone sent an electric toothbrush."

"...?"

Who has nothing to do at Christmas to give someone an electric toothbrush?

Have you ever given such a gift to a boy you like?

Xia Zhiye found that he could no longer understand the current girl's brain circuit, so he picked up the box of electric toothbrushes and threw it back to Zhao Ruiwen: "Return it."

Zhao Ruiwen: "?"

Xia Zhiye: "You guys hate electricity, you only like manual transmission."

Zhao Ruiwen: "??"

Is there such a person?

Before he could finish being surprised, another pen was thrown in front of him: "This kind of pen will make his hand hurt."

Zhao Ruiwen: "...?"

He couldn't hold back, and asked, "Excuse my presumption, maybe what is the relationship between Brother Yan and Princess Pea? How can he be so squeamish? Or is he the princess herself?"

You are the princess on horseback.

Being put on a squeamish hat for no reason, Song Yan glanced at Xia Zhiye angrily, intending to warn.

Not only was Xia Zhiye not humbly remorseful, but he also put his head in one hand and picked up gifts in the other.

Pick up a crystal ball: "We hate this kind of childish thing the least."

Picking up another pair of cashmere gloves: "Black is too tacky, there is no pink at all to match the complexion of our disgusting brother."

Then picked up a box of love bento: "We are sick of brother lettuce allergy, are we trying to make money and kill ourselves?"

Finally, he picked up a thick love letter: "We are tired of being the number one student in the college entrance examination. How can we be affected by love?"

"To sum up, these things have to be returned." Xia Zhiye pushed all the things on the table in front of Little Fatty, and then leaned back in the chair lazily, "Running errands costs a box of potato chips."

As if everything was expected, Little Fatty put down the seeds, clapped his hands, took out an oversized black plastic bag from the belly of the table, stuffed it inside and asked, "What about yours, Master Xia?"

"Send it back together, plus a box of potato chips."

"Okay!" Xiaopang is very skilled in business and takes the initiative to add services. "Then we need to publicize that you two are already famous, so they don't try to loosen the soil?"

Xia Zhiye didn't even think about it: "Well, I need it."

When the voice fell, he realized that something was wrong.

And Zhao Ruiwen next to him had swallowed a melon seed in surprise: "Wait? Master Xia is engaged in online dating, I know, but when did Brother Yan take off the single? Is it from our school? Do I know? Is it cute? Do you have a single girlfriend?"

A series of innocent and sincere inquiries.

Fatty: "..."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Song Yan: "..."

After a brief silence, Song became anxious and wise, and answered coldly and naturally: "Not from our school, but from Beijing, cute."

Zhao Ruiwen confirmed by eating melon: "Really?"

"real."

"Then can you show me how cute a girl is to win our Yan brother? I'm really curious." Zhao Ruiwen flashed his curious eyes and looked at Song Yan with great anticipation.

Song Yan: "..."

Reason tells him that he can kick Zhao Ruiwen away at this time.

But the psychological state of being too guilty made him lose his sense of normal people. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on Shen Jiayan's circle of friends: "Look at it."

The world's sweetest milk berries.

Super pink avatar.

Screenshots of the game and "Brother is the best ↖(^ω^)↗".

"Wow, she looks like a very cute girl."

Zhao Ruiwen sighed with sincere envy, "Brother Yan, you are so lucky."

Song Yan calmly retracted the phone: "It's easy to say."

Next to him, Xia Zhiye put his finger in front of Song Yan, tapped lightly, and asked thoughtlessly, "Is he cute or am I cute?"

Zhao Ruiwen, who had already completely believed Song Yan's nonsense, slowly asked a question mark: "?"

What's wrong with this atmosphere?

Who ate lemons in the winter?

What a sour taste?

Song Yan looked at Xia Zhiye, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "What do you compare to him?"

Of course, Xia Zhiye wouldn't be reduced to the jealousy of Shen Jiayan's single-celled creatures, but just wanted to use the topic to gain Song Yan's guilt and sympathy, tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, and said, "He is your girlfriend, and you have the best relationship as you. If you don't have one of my male friends, why can't you compare? Or do you mean I'm not as good as him?"

Knowing that Xia Zhiye did it on purpose.

Song Yan still felt that he was wrong.

After all, it was because he wanted to engage in an underground romance that he wronged Xia Zhiye without even having a name, so he resisted the urge to kick Fei Xia Zhiye and squeezed out three words: "You are cute."

The words might be vague, but Xia Zhiye pushed his head closer and smiled, "Who's cute? I don't seem to hear it clearly, do we want to say it again?"

Song Yan resisted his anger: "You*&%"

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh?"

Song Yan held back her anger again: "*&% love."

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly again: "Huh?"

Song Yan couldn't hold back his anger any longer: "Are you deaf when you step on a horse!"

He picked up the brick-like Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary and smashed it at Xia Zhiye.

The weight of the bricks and the ferocity of the momentum made Zhao Ruiwen hurriedly throw down the seeds in his hand and hug Song Yan: "Brother Yan, don't be impulsive, it's not, Master Xia is just joking, don't take it seriously. I believe he can definitely do it. Get along well with your girlfriend, it just so happens that Xiaopang and I plan to organize a camping on New Year's Day, why don't you call your girlfriend and let's get to know each other?"

Song Yan's fingers holding the brick froze on the spot.

Zhao Ruiwen looked at Xia Zhiye very rationally again: "Master Xia, you can also bring your online dating partner. It's just that we can help you check it out. There are many people and it will be lively. How wonderful."

Song Yan's fingers holding the brick were about to break.

Zhao Ruiwen still didn't know it, and was still doing his best in front of the old man: "Oh, yes, I heard that Zhou Ziqiu has also been dating online recently, and is planning to show up, why don't we call the two of them together and organize a couple's camp ?"

At that moment, Song Yan was thinking, if he shoots Zhao Ruiwen to death with the Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary in his hand, will Xia Zhiye help him destroy the body?

Xia Zhiye Club.

So Song Yan waved the brick in his hand without hesitation.

People can die, but this kind of camping cannot stay.