Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

    The southern fog is always rainy and cloudy, and there is no full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

    Xia Zhiye, who was sitting opposite, finally got back his mobile phone and deleted the selfie of a certain lady in the album and circle of friends.

    In a sloppy tone: "If you're bored, just call your boyfriend and ask him to pick you up. And please tell him directly when you want him to come to you in the cold war with your boyfriend. Location, don't use my Moments to post selfies and positioning, okay?"

    "Aiya, your sister also wants to save face, and how about posting it on your Moments... Eh, that's not right." Xia Yu seemed to have thought of something suddenly, brought her head close, and laughed teasingly, "Could it be that Said you were afraid that someone would see jealous, so you mind? Don't worry, my sister will explain it to you when the time comes."

    Xia Zhiye didn't think about this at all, but when Xia Yu said this, he suddenly thought of how Song Yan would react if he saw this photo.

    After thinking for a long time, the answer is, no response.

    After all, except for those who are extremely gossipy, they should have no reaction to this photo, not to mention Song Yan, a senior religious believer who "has nothing to do with me and nothing to teach you".

    He was a little distracted, and Xia Yu was excited: "Why, who did you think of, tell me to my sister?"

    Xia Zhiye didn't lift his eyelids: "I thought of the brother sleeping in my lower bunk."

    “…” Xia Yu, “Go away.”

      .

    Xia Yu was no longer excited, stirring the coffee, which pot did not open and which pot was lifted: "But then, do you really plan to spend so much time with grandpa?"

    "It's okay, I won't starve to death anyway."

    Xia Zhiye deserves to be perfunctory.

    "Why are you so stubborn, there's nothing wrong with going abroad, look at your sister and I, I went to the UK in junior high school, and now I graduate from Cambridge, and when I come back, I will join the board of directors. How many people envy ."

    When Xia Yu said this, there was no happy expression on her face.

    Xia Zhiye knew that he didn't need to explain at all.

    Sure enough, Xia Yu sighed in the next second: "Forget it, I have no freedom in my life, and I can't let my brother pay in. If you don't have enough money, just tell me, Anyway, you must not succumb to the obscenity of the old man, do you hear?"

    Xia Zhiye didn't answer, just picked up the coffee and took a sip: "Actually, it's not that I don't want to go abroad."

    Xia Yu raised her eyebrows.

    Xia Zhiye casually said, "I said I wanted to go to USC or New York University to direct, but they didn't agree."

    "Nonsense." Xia Yu rolled her eyes, "That group of old antiques can make you learn this?"

    In the words of those old antiques, these are not business students.

    In their eyes, if it is an incompetent child in the family who wants to play, they can also spend money to let him play, just play art, but Xia Zhiye's achievements, this kind of It is a pity not to use the brain to carry forward the family business.

    Those who didn't know thought that an ordinary private group like the Xia family had a throne to inherit.

    "So what are you going to do?" Xia Yu asked.

    "Let's talk."

    Xia Zhiye turned to look out the window, the city lights illuminated the deep and shallow puddles on the road, like little moons.

    There are always many roads, just like the moon.

    ·

    Song Yan originally wanted to help Shen Jiayan finish the paper, give him some relevant knowledge points to annotate, and then go to sleep.

    However, when I write, I always think of that circle of friends, and when I think about it, I always think of that dream that night, and then I can't calm down.

    A three-dimensional geometry problem, the auxiliary line is drawn so that the Buddha's light shines, and the idea is not calculated.

    In the end, I just took the luggage and went to the guest room. I planned to take a shower and calm down.

     Calm down.

    Xia Zhiye is a scumbag.

    Song Yan was getting more and more angry as she took a bath.

    Can't Xia Zhiye tell himself for lack of money? If you are in trouble, will you help yourself? Obviously, with such good grades, if you perform well in the college entrance examination, and if you get a scholarship, the university is not a problem. Why do you have to take this crooked path?

    Even if he just went to have a meal with others this time, but next time? What about next time? Once the bottom line is broken, there will never be a bottom line in the future.

    Song Yan was upset in this bath.

    Turn off the shower head, change clothes, walk to the balcony, open the window, and let the night wind blow, and then I calm down a little.

    What is his position to be so angry?

    Who did Xia Zhiye go to see, dine with, and with whom? What does it have to do with him? Why is he unhappy? Or what qualification does he have to be unhappy?

    Song Yan put her fingertips on the edge of the window, looking at the empty and quiet night view of the villa area.

    After a while, the answer came.

    It must be because the dream that he was called sister that day at Xia Zhiye's house was too hot and left a psychological shadow on him.

    So he is just preventing a pure and beautiful male high school student with excellent grades from going astray.

    Thinking about this, Song Yan felt that there was nothing wrong.

    I took out my phone and called Xia Zhiye.

    Xia Zhiye picked it up quickly, and her voice was always loose: "Hey, Song Daxi, what's the matter."

    On the other end of the phone, you can clearly hear the violin playing in the western restaurant, Song Yan basically said goodbye to friendliness completely, and said coldly: "Where are you now."

    "I'm eating out with a sister."

    Xia Yu, who was sitting across from him, heard this answer and couldn't help but raised her eyebrows gossiply: "Girlfriend Cha Gang?"

    Xia Zhiye felt that if he said yes, Song Yan would be able to beat him to death when he came back, so he casually denied: "No, just a classmate."

    The denial is very fast, and I don't know what I am in a hurry to prove my innocence.

    And the perfunctory introduction of "just a classmate" made Song Yan's tone cold for some reason: "I wanted to ask if you were in the dormitory, so forget it."

    Xia Zhiye heard the change in tone and asked, "What's wrong."

    "Nothing, I just can't find my Ipad. I don't know if I landed in the airport or in the dormitory."

    "Then I'll go back to the dormitory later to help you take a look."

    "OK."

    In normal times, Song Yan would definitely choose to buy another Ipad instead of bothering others, but now he heard that Xia Zhiye was going back to the dormitory later, he was actually relieved.

    No overnight stay.

    But just as she was about to say something, she heard the **** the other end of the phone say to Xia Zhiye, "Are you going to stay at night? Didn't you say you want to stay with me in a hotel?"

    Song Yan's fingertips holding the edge of the phone curled up momentarily, waiting for Xia Zhiye to answer.

    "Something."

    Xia Zhiye on the other end of the phone answered casually.

    The girl's tone seemed a little dissatisfied: "Forget it, go back after you finish your work."

    Xia Zhiye added: "The dormitory is closed at eleven o'clock."

    "It's okay, it's too late." The girl didn't seem to pick, "Ten minutes is enough for you to solve it. I'll go take a shower first, and you knock on the door."

    "OK."

    Xia Zhiye did not refuse this time.

    The girl walked away in high heels.

    After listening to the conversation, Song Yan, who was already relieved, only felt a surge of anger in his heart, and couldn't help but said coldly: "Xia Zhiye, can you keep yourself clean?"

    Xia Zhiye was a little stunned: "Why don't I clean myself up?"

    “Going to the opposite **** room at night is called self-cleaning?”

    "I'll fix her a computer."

    “…”

    After a brief silence, Xia Zhiye reacted, feeling angry and funny: "Song Daxi, please clarify to me, what do you think I can do in ten minutes?"

    Ten minutes is a bit too much.

     Realizing that she was thinking crookedly, Song Yan couldn't hold back her face a little, but she still spit out three words: "It's hard to say."

    It's hard to say.

    The little boy is quite annoying.

    Xia Zhiye touched his lower molar with the tip of his tongue: "Song Daxi, you have been very arrogant recently."

    Song is arrogant and arrogant: "So?"

    "So do you know that you are now challenging a man's bottom line?"

    "Then?"

    "Then it's not impossible for me to change the bottom line for you."

    The boy who just passed the voice-changing period, his voice was low, slack and hoarse, and a laughter with a hint of connivance came lazily from the earphones, making people lose their temper in an instant.

    It was him who was wronged, and he was the one who took the initiative to coax others.

    No wonder she attracts a young, beautiful and rich sister to like her, and no wonder she can make more than 40 girlfriends.

    It turns out that this person is always so coaxing.

    It really is a scumbag.

    Song Yan thought of this, and his tone returned to indifference: "If you really have a bottom line, you should not hook up with some girls, especially those with unknown origins and a lot of money, can you be a decent man."

    After he finished speaking, Xia Zhiye cut off the phone without waiting for Xia Zhiye to answer.

    Xia Zhiye on the other end of the phone slowly typed a question mark while listening to the busy tone: "?"

    His WeChat chat history, in the last month, including Ruan Tian, ​​Xia Yu, and Grandma Liu, there are no more than five in total, so he has hooked up with someone.

    And is there a more upright man in this world than him?

    No.

    Xia Zhiye is very determined.

    ·

    After Song Yan hung up the phone, she threw the phone and lay on the bed, feeling a little embarrassed just now.

    After all, in terms of Xia Zhiye's physical fitness, ten minutes is indeed impossible, what did he think at that time.

    Thinking about putting on a quilt and getting ready to sleep.

    Blindfolded and blindfolded, the hot-eyed scene of Xia Zhiye lying on the bed while clutching the collar of the school uniform and crying and calling her sister.

    Song Yan felt that she was probably helpless.

    I lifted the quilt, picked up the phone, and wanted to ask Xia Zhiye if he had returned to the dormitory, but after opening his WeChat avatar, he felt that his share of caring today had exceeded the standard, and it would be strange to ask any more.

    So after a little thought, click on the companion software.

    [Pure and beautiful male high school students play online]: No

    [People are rich and rich]:?

    [Pure and beautiful male high school students pick up and play online]: My roommate told me to stay away from girls with unknown origins and a lot of money like you

    Song Yan: "…"

    You are a **** girl of unknown origin.

    [Ren, beautiful, rich and rich woman]: Do you listen to your roommate like this?

    [Pure and beautiful male high school students play online]: Of course.

    [People are rich and rich]: Why?

    [Pure and beautiful male high school students play online]: Because he is cute.

    Song Yan: "…"

    You are cute, your whole family is cute.

    [Pure and beautiful male high school students play online]: And he treats me well.

    Song Yan: "…"

    Recalling what she did to Xia Zhiye, she felt that Xia Zhiye had a tendency to tremble.

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student online pick up and play]: Of course, the main reason is because he has a tendency to domestic violence, I can't beat him, so I dare not not listen.

    Song Yan: "…"

    Alright, Xia Zhiye can die.

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student online pick up and play]: But if you really want to play, it is not impossible, I will call my friend in the fifth row, then my roommate will check it out clear.

    Song Yan always felt that there was something wrong with this conversation. It seemed that changing the word "roommate" to another identity would not be inconsistent.

    And he doesn't really want to play games.

    But it's better than Xia Zhiye and other girls staying at the hotel at night, so he replied: [OK]

    Xia Zhiye pulled him into the game room.

    As soon as you enter, you will see three closely connected IDs:

    [Pure and beautiful male high school student]

    [Cute and beautiful male high school student]

    [Sexy and beautiful male high school student]

    Neat and bright.

    Looks like she's in some nasty game.

    But wait?

    Sexy and beautiful male high school student?

     The terrible idea in Song Yan's heart was not fully formed, the microphone in the lower right corner of the [sexy and beautiful male high school student] avatar lit up, followed by Shang Huai's voice: "I will Pull a client of mine."

    After finishing speaking, a very pink avatar filled the last position of the team.

    Song Yan looked at the familiar pink avatar and the familiar row below the avatar: "…"

    This world is really psychedelic.