Under Song Yan's torture and harassment, Xia Zhiye fled back to the dormitory and was unable to escape. He could only be held on the bed by the collar, and smiled and confessed how he used the three seasons of Glory King to bribe Xia Yu acted by chance at the parents' meeting.

It's just that he knew that his sister was smart when she was a child, but he didn't expect to be so smart, so he skipped the process and started to propose.

"But to be honest, even if my grandfather kicked me out of the house after I came out, I still have my dad's inheritance, although not much, just a house, a car, a seven-figure deposit and a Gallery, but if all of it is treated as a dowry, can we, Young Master Song, reluctantly consider it?”

"Think about it." Song Yan let go of her hand, straightened up, and sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed.

Xia Zhiye thought for a while: "It's not impossible."

Then he turned to his side, looked at Song Yan with his head supported, and said with a smile: "Then this is settled? I'll be called Song Xia's in the future? How about going home with you for the New Year this year?"

"not so good."

Song Yan was already immune to Xia Zhiye's bottomless habit, and said ruthlessly, "I want to study after the winter vacation and New Year's Eve, please don't influence me."

Xia Zhiye: "?"

"This final exam, I ranked second in the city."

"..."

"You're only fifth."

"..."

"So during the winter vacation, no one is using beauty tricks against you. Please fight for your anger."

"..."

Song Yan said that she threw a look of disgust from the end of her eyes, similar to the look of Miss Qian Jin when she looked at her unsatisfactory husband.

So Xia Zhiye suddenly felt a sense of shame from the bottom of his heart.

How could he be the fifth in the city? He is really too good, too hard, too unsatisfactory.

How can this level be worthy of being Song Yan's boyfriend?

"But Brother Yan, are you sure you don't need me to see you during the winter vacation?"

Xia Zhiye threw a wink at Song Yan and blew a kiss.

No matter the expression, posture or tone, it is exactly the same as that kind of enchantress who seduces the monarch and does not go to the morning court.

But it's a pity that Song Yan is a wise man, so he answered indifferently: "I'm sure, because I want to brush the questions."

Concubine Xia, who used the seductive technique from the undefeated, felt that her position was being challenged: "Song Yan, tell the truth."

"Um."

"Am I really just a second room in your heart?"

"Yes."

"Who is the main palace?"

"Queen Empress."

"..."

"Only a worthy queen like him can support the monarch to sit firmly in the country, but a demon concubine like you can only disrupt the dynasty, understand?"

Song Yan squinted slightly, raised the corners of her eyes, and looked like a scumbag who was aloof, but it made people feel like they wanted to be bullied.

Seeing that Xia Zhiyeya was itchy and itchy.

In the past, he was fooled by coaxing, and frowned when he was teased, but now he can still act with him back and forth. It seems that a certain little thing is really capable.

If you don't teach him a lesson, you won't know who is the real actor in this family.

Xia Zhiye thought of taking advantage of Song Yan's lack of attention, one stretched out his arms around his waist, rolled over and pressed him onto the bed, then leaned over Song Yan's body, put his hand in through the hem of his sweater, and pressed it lightly.

Song Yan immediately curled up slightly and grabbed the sheet beside him: "Xia Zhiye, you..."

"I won't see my boyfriend for a month, what should I do if I'm a little sad?" Xia Zhiye lowered his voice, sounding really reluctant.

Song Yan's heart softened, and she didn't push it away immediately.

So when he reacted again, he already felt that a certain hand was trying to untie his small tent, and he hurriedly pressed it and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't mess around, it's still daytime."

However, Xia Zhiye just attached to his ear and chuckled softly: "Don't you know that our demon concubine chaotic affairs is not divided between day and night?"

After speaking, with a little force on his hand, Song Yan couldn't do anything other than clutching the sheet tightly and biting his lip to prevent himself from making a sound.

It wasn't until there was a smell of heather and musk in the air that he gradually regained consciousness. The corners of his eyes and lips were abnormally red, and when he felt that his palm was being pulled by Xia Zhiye and covered somewhere, No rejection.

Twice in a row, very comfortable, something should be rewarded.

However, just as he was about to enter from the edge of the school pants, a familiar "ding-dong" sounded in the school pants pocket.

Xia Zhiye paused for a moment and decided to ignore it.

Then there was another "ding dong".

Xia Zhiye still decided not to care.

Then there's "ding dong", "ding dong", "ding dong", "ding dong".

Endless, endless.

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Seeing Xia Zhiye's expression of despair and numbness, Song Yan suddenly felt distressed and amused. He smiled and pulled out his hand, took out the tissue by the bedside, and carefully wiped his fingers and somewhere before returning to Xia. Edano took out his phone from his trouser pocket.

Enter your birthday to unlock Xia Zhiye's mobile phone password.

Then he flipped the screen and shook it at Xia Zhiye: "This time it's not that I'm being rude, it's that fate doesn't allow it."

Xia Zhiye looked at the few WeChat messages on the screen that frantically praised Song Yan's stepmother, reported on the proposal for marriage, and said that they had already arrived downstairs in the dormitory to let them hurry down, and then looked at Song Yan's gloating expression, and rubbed it lightly. Posterior Molar: "Small thing with no conscience."

Song Yan expressed that he accepted this title very much, and kicked Xia Zhiye away from himself in a good mood.

Then he stood up slowly, washed his fingers, tidied up his appearance, took out the suitcase that had been packed in advance, and put it on the table, worried that there would be no one to take care of him during the holiday, so "Song Xiaoxi", who was ready to take home, turned back and rewarded the calm man who was sitting beside the bed. With a kiss from Xia Zhiye, he was about to leave.

However, Xia Zhiye grabbed him by the waist and held him in his arms.

Song Yan thought that he was going to say something outrageous again, and was about to laugh mercilessly, when he heard a low and serious sentence above his head: "If you are unhappy when you go home for the New Year or miss me, just tell me. ."

Song Yan recalled the hypocritical liveliness and extreme depression at home during the New Year's Eve every year. She lowered her eyelids and looked at the small pot of iron tree in her hand: "What's the use of telling you."

Xia Zhiye noticed his expression and whispered: "It's useless to tell me, but our family Song Xiaoxi is a divine tree, so as long as you miss me, tell me, and then make a wish to Song Xiaoxi, within six hours I will definitely be appear."

"...Stupid." Song Yan knew that Xia Zhiye was coaxing him, but he couldn't help laughing, then pushed him away in disgust, "Okay, don't be so fussy, you'd better wash up first. Take a cold shower and calm down, I'll go first. Don't come to me if you don't finish the questions during the winter vacation. "

After finishing speaking, Song Yan left the dormitory and left the dormitory without looking back.

Because he was afraid that if he would look back a few times, he might have to go home with Xia Zhiye for the New Year.

And Xia Zhiye looked at the back of a scumbag who was ruthlessly away, and lowered his head and smiled.

You can't go without finishing the questions, that is, you can go after finishing the questions.

It seems that he can start preparing to cheat the airfare money from Xia Yu.

The car that came to pick up Song Yan this time was not the Maybach that Song Minghai used in Nanwu, but Tan Qing's special car in Nanwu Branch. The driver was also Tan Qing's own assistant.

This small difference speaks volumes.

Song Yan and Qin Qing sat side by side in the back seat, their eyes fell unconsciously on Qin Qing's wrist, and asked lightly, "Did he beat you."

Qin Qing paused for a while, then covered his wrist and smiled lightly: "No, he didn't hit me yet, but there was a dispute. He wanted me to sign a document, and he held my hand too hard."

This time, it was euphemism, but not a lie.

Song Yan asked, "Is there something wrong with his company?"

When Song Minghai and Qin Qing got married at that time, the company encountered a big problem, and then relied on the technology patents of the Qin family and part of the capital to turn around, and gradually became better.

Therefore, Qin Qing owns 22% of the company's current shares, is the largest shareholder other than Song Minghai, and is in charge of financial auditing. Her opinions are very important in many decisions.

Then, when Song Minghai wanted to get close to the Xia family, Song Yan guessed that there was something wrong with Song Minghai's company, and had a disagreement with Qin Qing on the handling of the matter.

Qin Qing knew that Song Yan was very smart, so he didn't plan to hide it from him, so that he would not think more: "Your dad took a plot of land in Nanwu before, and wanted to be an international shopping center, focusing on the high-end market, but because of the epidemic, imported goods Obstructed, it is impossible to continue the project in the short term, and the funds cannot keep up, so we can only switch to real estate. However, the area of ​​the land is not large enough, and we need to expand the land. The adjacent land is now in the hands of the Xia family. I haven’t been able to negotiate, the financing can’t keep up, and there is a problem with the capital chain, plus your dad has expanded too fast in recent years, and many people are watching, so it’s more difficult now.”

Song Yan asked, "Is there any solution?"

Qin Qing replied: "Two options. One is to mortgage all the existing properties, buy land at a high price, and invest in loans. If it succeeds, it will pass. If it fails, prepare for bankruptcy and liquidation."

"There's another one."

"Acquired. Accept financial support from the parent company, but your dad is no longer the company's largest shareholder, and may even be kicked out of management."

There is no doubt that a person of Song Minghai's character cannot accept the second result.

But Qin Qing is different: "The environment is difficult now, and being acquired can keep the jobs of most of the company's lower-level employees, and it is also the most secure. Many senior executives of the company feel this way. But your father's shares exceed 50%, and there is one vote. veto, so we can only drag."

Song Yan didn't quite understand the specifics of right and wrong in the market, but he had always been good at math, so he said calmly: "My father's 60% of the shares are now 20% of my mother's."

Qin Qing was stunned.

Song Yan continued: "According to the will, when I am an adult, I will inherit this part of the property, so if I don't agree with him to continue to hold shares on his behalf, then he will only have 40% of the shares, and we have 100% of the shares. Forty-two."

Song was so irrational that it seemed like he was just a cold and objective data calculator.

However, when Qin Qing heard the "we" of "we have forty-two percent", his heart still warmed.

When she saw Song Yan for the first time, she thought the child was really beautiful, but everyone told her that a stepmother was difficult to be a child, and a child with a temperament like Song Yan was unfamiliar, and Song Yan had indeed always acted alienated and unfamiliar. Indifferent, as if she and Song Lele were not welcome.

But she always remembered an afternoon when Song Lele was just born. At that time, she was extremely exhausted. Song Minghai was too busy to go home, and the nanny asked for leave again. fell asleep after taking a shower.

When she woke up and realized this, when she quickly ran to the living room, all she saw was Xiao Song Yan with a stern face, standing beside the sofa with his arms outstretched as if facing an enemy, as if he was afraid that Song Lele would turn over. Fall normally.

This child who loves cleanliness especially doesn't mind the sleeping Xiao Lele spitting bubbles on his clothes, but just looking at Song Lele's eyes like he is looking at some alien.

Qin Qing even remembered the words Song Yan frowned and muttered at the time: "Your parents are so good-looking, why are you so ugly, just remember to look better when you grow up."

Song Yan never mentioned the incident that day, but Qin Qing kept it in his heart.

It's just that her natural temperament is so gentle that she is even a little cowardly, so she can't compete with Song Minghai, and she takes Song Lele into consideration, so she can't treat Song Yan as well as a real mother, so that Song Yan suffered a lot during her growth. She has always felt guilty for suffering that she shouldn't have suffered.

Fortunately, Song Yan was a good boy from the bottom of his heart. Not only did he not grow crooked, he also looked better than most people.

Qin Qing couldn't help but rubbed his head with a smile: "Why do children think so much? It's an adult's business. You are a child, you just need to go to school and have fun with your friends. , do you hear?"

This is the first time that Qin Qing has used a tone similar to that of elders educating younger generations to him. Song Yan tilted his head, pursed his lips, and said "um".

Qin Qing looked at Song Yan's taut back of his hand, and lowered his head and chuckled.

What a kid.

But fortunately, the child will have one year before the adult college entrance examination. At that time, she can leave Song Minghai without any scruples, and everything will be fine.

And thanks to the tragic situation that Song Minghai was too busy with the company's affairs, they actually had a comfortable year without Song Minghai.

Qin Qing's cooking skills were average, so he brought Song Lele's grandma and grandpa over on New Year's Eve.

While cooking, when the old couple heard that Song Yan had been framed for pushing a classmate from the third floor, they immediately fell into deep guilt and self-blame.

In addition, when Song Yan came back from the winter vacation, he single-handedly gave Song Lele a score of over 80 on the math paper that Song Yan failed. The more the old couple looked at Song Yan, the more they liked it.

So even the New Year's money for Song Yanfeng was twice as thick as before.

And Song Yan, who had only coldly refused before, thought that after returning to Nanwu, he and Xia Zhiye would go to old age and child care together, so he politely said "Thank you Grandpa Tan and Grandma Tan" and took it calmly.

Only Song Lele was left with the same poor New Year's money as his report card, humming and coquettishly.

A reunion night without the head of the family is a rare Yanyan Yanyan for so many years.

It's just that the old couple is getting older, and Song Lele is still young, so they can't stay up all night. After eating, they wash up and rest early, while Song Yan is lying in bed alone watching the extremely boring Spring Festival Gala show on TV, and suddenly feels A little lonely.

Everything was fine and happy, but something was missing.

Something very important is missing.

Song Yan tilted her head and saw Song Xiaoxi sitting on the windowsill with a pot of extraordinarily noble orchids worth six figures. She wanted to call Xia Zhiye.

But at this point, Xia Zhiye's people who don't pay much attention should still be eating the reunion dinner, so it shouldn't be very convenient to call him.

And after a sudden phone call, Xia Zhiye might have thought he missed him. It was only halfway through the winter vacation, and Xia Zhiye must have not finished his questions, so he couldn't see him.

So Song Yan turned around again and continued to watch the extremely boring Spring Festival Gala show.

Looking at it, Song Yan suddenly felt that if two people brushed the questions together and lectured on each other's questions, the learning efficiency would be higher.

definitely will.

Thinking of this, Song Yan, who was only focused on studying, put down the remote control solemnly, picked up his mobile phone, and after thinking for a while, typed out three words [what are you doing]

When I was about to send it, I felt that I was about to write the words "I miss you" on my face. After all, what can I do in my New Year's Eve, I was asking nonsense.

So delete it and re-enter: [This year's Spring Festival Gala is so ugly]

After losing, feel like can't.

What if Xia Zhiye didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala?

Deleted it again, and moved my fingertips: [Have you received the new skirt I bought for Xiaomajong, does it look good?]

After playing, remembered that Xiaomajong followed Grandma Liu back to their hometown for Chinese New Year.

After repeating this cycle for more than a dozen times, I suddenly heard a "boom" sound, and a new message appeared on the interface.

[Big idiot]: Are we tired of bro planning to write some beautiful sonnet to confess? I've been watching you typing for twenty-seven minutes.

Song Yan: "..."

Hold!

The dog is better than Xia Zhiye, why are you staring at his chat dialog when you have nothing to do!

What a fucking shame!

Song Yan threw the phone away, buried her head in the quilt, and covered her ears with her hands, trying to pretend that nothing had happened.

However, the ringtone of the video call has been seducing him like a grinding goblin.

He hadn't seen Xia Zhiye for more than ten days.

For ten days.

What is this concept.

It's a concept comparable to life and death.

But he couldn't be seen by Xia Zhiye that he was thinking about him...

Wait, why not?

Isn't it more efficient to study and lecture together?

Thinking of this, Song Yan suddenly became assertive, sat up, straightened her hair, picked up the phone, sat upright, pressed the switch button, and said with a cold expression, "Why?"

On the screen, Xia Zhiye's face that was magnified countless times was also very suitable for Chaogang. Looking at Song Yan, he smiled and said, "I'm afraid that you won't be able to send the message until dawn tomorrow, so I came to ask directly."

Song Yan's face did not change, and his heart did not beat. He was very indifferent: "It was my brother who was playing with my phone just now."

"Oh, so that's it." Xia Zhiye understood, then smiled, "Then let me say hello to my brother-in-law?"

"..."

Who is your brother-in-law!

Shit hello!

Song Yan still had a cold face: "He's going to sleep now."

"Oh, okay, then I'll hang up..."

"etc!"

Song Yan's mouth is faster than his brain.

When he finished shouting, he saw Xia Zhiye's scheming smile on the screen, and then he realized that he had been tricked by this dog again.

But the words "I miss you" are really embarrassing to say.

So Song Yan turned the camera in a different direction with a stern face and pointed at Song Xiaoxi, the sacred tree on the table: "Did you see it?"

Xia Zhiye on the other end of the video was a little dazed: "What did you see?"

What did you say you saw.

Song Yan moved the camera lens a little closer.

Xia Zhiye seemed to finally see clearly, and asked back: "Song Xiaoxi? I ​​feel a little grown up. It seems that we are very good at taking care of plants."

The point is to grow up a bit?

Is this important?

Song Yan gritted her teeth: "Just think about what you said to me on the day of the holiday?"

Xia Zhiye said innocently, "What did you say?"

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye asked tentatively, "See you next year?"

Song Yan: "..."

"Or go to bed early and get up early?"

"Go away! Scumbag!"

Song Yan couldn't bear it anymore, he hung up the video and turned his head to see the small iron tree swaying under the moonlight, Heenwu Jiwudi got up and walked over, blocking the front of it with a book, accompanied by a vicious sentence: "You Dad is an irresponsible scumbag."

Then he went to bed, pulled the quilt over, covered his head, and went to sleep.

Cursing while sleeping, trash, and saying that as long as you miss him and make a wish to Song Xiaoxi, he will definitely appear within six hours, they are all liars.

Can't even see such an obvious hint, is Xia Zhiye a fool?

Sure enough, it's better for a man to learn to be reliable.

Cursing and cursing, Song Yan actually fell asleep in a daze.

The damn thing is that Xia Zhiye didn't even appear in the dream.

Song Yan was alone and frantically shuttling back and forth in the giant iron forest, unable to get out. She called out to Xia Zhiye as she walked, but no one answered.

Song Yan walked more and more hastily, and became more and more angry, so angry that he set the Tie Shulin on fire, but for some unknown reason, there were also fire triggering devices in the wild, but when the fire burned the most, a piercing alarm bell rang directly. woke him up.

When he woke up, he found that it was already five in the morning, and the ringing was not a fire alarm, but his cell phone.

When he saw the three big characters "big fool" jumping on the screen, Song Yan stroked his hair, let out a long breath, and picked it up angrily: "Did you call me at five in the morning to be beaten? "

"Well, I want to be beaten. You haven't beaten me for more than ten days."

The head of the phone was outside, wrapped in the sound of hula-la, which made Xia Zhiye's low smile more gentle.

Song Yan's anger disappeared in half, and she just said coldly: "You have the ability to tell me this face to face."

"Well, no problem, I just might have to trouble you to go downstairs."

"?"

"Look out the window."

I don't know when the first heavy snow of this new year has fallen outside the window. The snowflakes in the north swept the sky and covered the sky, showing the frigid wind and the temperature of minus ten degrees.

Under the streetlights outside the window, a handsome man with a red scarf wrapped around Ugly Buzheng picked up the phone, looked up at his window, and smiled indulgently and tenderly.

"Look, as long as you make a wish to Song Xiaoxi, within six hours, I will definitely appear. Did I lie to you? But..."

"It's not because you miss me, it's because I miss you, Song Yan."