The watch that Song Yan asked Shen Jiayan to sell before happened to be an Omega watch.
A few days ago, it was said that it was sold, and Xia Zhiye received a piece of the same brand today. Although he couldn't tell what was strange, Song Yan felt that something was wrong.
Turn on the phone, click on Shen Jiayan's WeChat avatar, and ask: [Who is the buyer of the watch that I asked you to help sell earlier]
Shen Jiayan replied quickly: [Wait for me to check the consignee information]
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: It is a man named Gu.
[YAN]: What about the delivery address
[The sweetest milkberry in the world]: Shanghai, what's wrong
Mr. Gu from Shanghai, his surname and address are wrong, it should be just a coincidence.
But why did this rich woman and sister buy such an expensive gift for Xia Zhiye
What do you pay for what you owe me
What does she want Xia Zhiye to pay back? What else does Xia Zhiye have besides a skin that can barely stand on the stage? Doesn't she know that Xia Zhiye is still a high school student
The more Song Yan thought about it, the more irritable he became, and he said directly, "Xia Zhiye, come out."
Xia Zhiye was cutting cucumbers in the kitchen, looking up from the window: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, you come out first."
Song Yan took the courier and stood in the yard, with an expression on his face that he had to settle.
Xia Zhiye had done too many bad things, and he didn't know which car overturned for a while, so he simply washed his hands slowly, wiped them clean, and then went out, asking: "Brother Yan What instructions?"
Song Yan threw the things in his hand on the table: "What is this?"
Xia Zhiye looked in the direction of his finger, and the premonition of death came to his heart instantly.
When he found out about Song Yan's plan to sell watches, he went to Xianyu for a stroll, and found the ID of the sweetest milkberry in the world at a glance.
About 200,000 Omega seaweed green watches are 95% new, and 50,000 is going to be sold. It is not too much to say that people are stupid with more money.
Xia Zhiye hated Song Yan to suffer such a big loss, and even more hated that the young master had no money to use, so he asked Xia Yu to buy it in her husband's name.
Thinking about cheating Song Yan in the future, the relationship is stable, Song Yan is reluctant to murder her husband, and then hand over this watch, one is a confession, the other is a surprise, the best of both worlds.
But I didn't expect Xia Yu to send him this watch, and Song Yan happened to catch him.
Thinking of what Song Yan said about assassinating himself when he uttered the truth after drinking, Xia Zhiye began to think quickly about how to express his love sincerely before he died so that Song Yan could leave him a whole body.
However, Song Yan opened his mouth first: "What do you mean?"
The meaning of the question is beyond words.
Xia Zhiye felt that the best solution at this time was to confess and be lenient in order to reduce the sentence as appropriate, so he explained in a low voice: "I mainly feel sorry for you, seeing that you lent all the money to Shanghuai, so..."
"So you go to provoke the rich woman?"
Xia Zhiye: "?"
"I know you won't do that kind of thing that exceeds the bottom line, but can you guarantee that other people don't have that kind of thought? Let me ask you, if you really accept such an expensive gift from someone, what do you plan to pay back? List it in the sea or give it to me. Do you want to be a little milk dog?"
Song Yan's tone contained obvious irritability and dissatisfaction, but the volume was kept very low, probably because he was afraid of being heard by Grandma Liu and Little Mahjong.
Xia Zhiye suddenly felt that what Song Yan said was not the same as what he thought.
Sure enough, Song Yan pretended to be indifferent and continued: "I didn't want to say anything, but for the sake of the little mahjong, I think it is necessary to remind you, don't mess with those inexplicable things. People. If you need anything, just tell me directly, no matter how much money I borrow, I can’t afford your share, after all, it’s no worse than those female netizens who don’t know what to draw about you.”
Xia Zhiye finally understood what Song Yan was thinking, and couldn't help laughing: "So how did our brother Yan know that the gift is from a female netizen?"
Biting the word "net" slightly, Song Yan realized that Xia Zhiye didn't know that he knew that he was playing with the rich woman.
In order to cover his little vest with rich people and rich money, he could only say with a cold face: "I guessed it when I was in black with Shang Huai and the others."
"Oh, that's it." Xia Zhiye nodded, "But the guess is not necessarily accurate. After all, these days, it's hard to say whether a female netizen or a male netizen is behind a beautiful and rich little rich woman."
Song Yan raised his eyelids instantly.
Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan's eyes that immediately became alert, and chuckled: "I'm talking about Shen Jiayan. I found out that day that the sweetest little milkberry in the world is him."
Song Yan also realized that his performance was too guilty, so he put on a straight face: "Anyway, no matter whether it's a man or a woman, you should stay away."
"Okay. But what you said I will ask you directly for what I lack in the future. Is it true or not?"
"real."
"Then can I ask a question?"
"Put your farts away."
"Those female netizens gave me gifts to show me that I am a pure and beautiful male high school student, so why is Brother Yan helping me?" Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan with a smile.
Song Yan turned his face away, avoided his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "It's not for anything, it's just because grandma is getting older, little mahjong is still young, and your parents have passed away, so I think it's not easy for you."
"Just because of this?"
"Because of this."
"Tsk." Xia Zhiye sighed regretfully, "I thought you were greedy for my beauty."
Song Yan said angrily: "I'm a big man who is greedy for your ass beauty."
"Why can't men covet the beauty of men? It's not like you haven't seen it with your own eyes. Anyway, I don't mind if you covet my beauty." Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan, with slightly curved eyebrows and eyes, half a smile, "So should we, Brother Yan, think about it?"
At that moment, Song Yan actually felt that the smile in Xia Zhiye's eyes didn't seem to be an unscrupulous teasing, so that when he met his gaze, his heart beat half a beat wrong.
When he realized it, he kicked Xia Zhiye away: "Don't make any fucking jokes, don't blame me for beating you up next time you say such nonsense."
After speaking, he quickly walked into the house as if fleeing, completely forgetting what he wanted to settle with Xia Zhiye in the first place.
Xia Zhiye picked up the watch with a smile, walked slowly back to his room, put it in the top drawer and locked it.
Hitting is kissing, scolding is love, Song Yan loves him so much, it means that this watch will see the light of day again sooner or later.
But Song Yan only felt that there was something wrong with Xia Zhiye, and he didn't give him any good looks all afternoon.
After lunch, I lay on the sofa and took a nap, not wanting to say a word to him.
But the more you hate someone, the more that person will haunt you.
Song Yan fell asleep, and drowsily recalled the dream that night.
In the dream, he was still clinging to that person tightly, longing for the smell and temperature of his body, and while consciously aware of the shame of doing so, he greedily indulged himself, and the person began to give him a gentle response, Slowly turned around in the light and shadow.
The afternoon sun just came in from the window gently and tenderly, fading away the man's appearance bit by bit, with deep eyebrows, shallow eyes, affectionate and smiling eyes, and the tip of the nose with a small mole.
Song Yan in the dream didn't seem to be surprised who the person in front of him was, but he didn't choose to push away, but chose to close his eyes, and handed over all the senses that didn't exist in the dream to the other party.
When he woke up, there was already a thick layer of cold sweat on his back.
Song Yan didn't realize what he had done in his dream until his consciousness completely came back and he felt a change somewhere in his body.
I got up and rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the faucet, turned down the temperature of the water heater, took off my clothes and stood under the shower, and stroked my hair irritably.
Fuck, what the hell is this.
If it was in the morning, he could understand it as a normal physiological reaction of a boy, so what happened to the reaction at three or four in the afternoon
And why would he have that kind of dream, even if the hormones of adolescent boys are so strong that they have nowhere to vent, the object shouldn't be Xia Zhiye.
It must be because Xia Zhiye, the dog Bishi, is not serious all the time, talking nonsense, making Xiaopang and the others really think that they have something, and they themselves have been psychologically hinted, so they think about it day and night Dream.
So the root of all evil is Xia Zhiye's mouth that has no door.
After Song Yan came to a conclusion, he also calmed down, turned off the tap, only to realize that he didn't bring a change of clothes, and the sweater was soaked in sweat, so he couldn't wear it at all, so he took out his phone and sent Xia Zhiye a WeChat message: [Bring me a dress here]
[Big idiot]:
[YAN]: Bathroom.
A minute later, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Song Yan opened the door a crack, reached out to take the clothes, and then closed it hard with a "bang".
Xia Zhiye stood outside the door, a little curious: "What kind of bath do you take at noon?"
Song Yan said angrily: "I am willing to use your water?"
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Song Yan: "..."
It seems that he did use his water.
After a slightly awkward silence, Song Yan tried to save face: "I will transfer the water fee to you."
After speaking, Xia Zhiye's phone vibrated.
I picked it up and took a look, and received [Song Daxi] transfer of 2.00 yuan.
Remarks: [Prostitution]
Prostitution
When did Song Yan prostitute himself
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows puzzled, Song Yan in the door had already put away his phone, got dressed, and opened the door.
With Xia Zhiye's performance in the dream, even if the water bill is included, giving him two yuan is enough to settle the bill.
Xia Zhiye didn't know that his face was worth two yuan for the first time it was listed in the sea.
Just looking up, seeing the fragrant Song Yan fresh out of the bath, he put his shoulder on Song Yan's shoulder and discussed, "How about I turn you two yuan, and you prostitute me again?"
Song Yan said with a blank expression, "I'll give you three seconds to remove your claws."
"Don't."
"three."
"What's the matter with hugging?"
"two."
"You smell so good, did you use my shower gel?"
"one."
"hiss-"
Xia Zhiye took a breath of air in a very exaggerated manner.
Song Yan didn't use any force at all, but he let go of Xia Zhiye's cold air, and said in a bad mood: "Next time you know it hurts, you should pay attention to your words and deeds."
Xia Zhiye moved his wrist which was just cut by Song Yan: "What's wrong."
"It's nothing, I just feel the need to avoid suspicion."
"?"
Song Yan raised her eyelids: "Or do you think it's interesting because you talk nonsense all day long and flirt with each other, and then people mistake us for being gay?"
Xia Zhiye: "..."
He didn't know whether he should remind Song Yan, sometimes a slap really can't be slapped, for example, Song Yan is sitting on his sofa wearing a sweater that is one size bigger than himself at this moment, which is very exciting.
But out of the basic literacy of raking ears, he nodded: "You are right. So shall we go to the amusement park at night?"
Song Yan just wanted to say no, when he saw the little mahjong who had already put on a floral skirt and braided his horns and was looking into the room.
The little girl's round and big eyes were blinking pitifully at the moment. To a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person, the lethality was comparable to nuclear weapons.
Song Yan was silent for three seconds: "Go."
"Okay!" Little Mahjong jumped forward and jumped directly from the living room door into Song Yan's arms, "I like Brother Yan the most, Brother Yan is the most beautiful, kind and cutest in the world!"
As expected of the younger sister who I picked up from the garbage dump with my own hands, this aesthetic is exactly the same as my own.
Xia Zhiye was very satisfied with the performance of this little tool man, but it didn't affect him out of jealousy that the little mahjong could hug Song Yan, and he lifted her off Song Yan's body.
"Okay, stop being coquettish, pack your little schoolbag by yourself, wait for my brother to change clothes before leaving."
Song Yan glanced at the well-knit sweater he was wearing: "What clothes should I change to?"
"Change into the clothes you should wear to the amusement park."
"?"
Xiazhiye's so-called clothes to wear to the amusement park is an Iron Man sweater co-branded with Marvel.
After he finished changing, Song Yan realized that he was wearing the same style of Captain America.
In Xia Zhiye's words, even if you go to an amusement park, you have to look like an amusement park. Song Yan didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. Anyway, he didn't wear anything, so he hailed a car and took a little mahjong with him to the suburbs.
This amusement park has just opened, and it is considered to be the amusement park with the largest area and the widest audience in Nanwu.
But Little Mahjong is too young to participate in many rides. Except for some facilities specially designed for children in the parent-child park, there are only cartoon character parades and fireworks shows at night.
So they didn't set off early, and it was almost evening when they arrived at the amusement park, just in time for the prize-winning interactive competition in the parent-child park, and a large group of parents and children gathered inside and outside.
Song Yan has no interest in these little radish dices who are not as tall as his legs. He puts his hands in his pockets and walks as he pleases, but the little mahjong is so excited that he runs around in a flowery skirt.
She is short and small, she can drill anywhere, and if she is not careful, she will disappear. In the end, there is no other way. Xia Zhiye can only pick her up and hold her in his arms with one hand, and pull her away with the other hand. Song Yan's wrist prevents a bad-faced big friend from accidentally getting lost.
Song Yan was pulled suddenly, and just about to let Xia Zhiye let go, Little Mahjong, relying on his superior vision while sitting on Xia Zhiye's arm, looked at the crowd with a super excited "wow": "Brother! Brother! There is a princess and Castle! What a big princess and castle!"
As soon as the words fell, the staff next to him took the flyer, stepped forward and said with a smile, "Do you want a princess castle, kid?"
Little Mahjong nodded without thinking about it, but as soon as he nodded, he pouted and shook his head again: "Little Mahjong doesn't want it."
It was probably the first time I met this kind of child, the staff was a little surprised, and then patiently and gently asked: "Why don't you want it, kid?"
Little Mahjong muttered softly: "Because it must be very expensive, and Little Mahjong doesn't want grandma to spend more money."
The smile of the staff became more gentle in an instant: "It's okay, kid, you don't need to buy the princess castle, as long as you participate in our competition, you can take home the first place."
Little Mahjong's eyes lit up instantly: "Sister, don't you really need to spend money?"
The staff nodded with a smile: "Well, it's really not necessary."
He said and handed over the flyer in his hand: "With the ticket, you can sign up for our parent-child interaction competition. You only need two parents and one child. If you sign up, you will be given a family keychain for each participant, and then We have also set up six levels of awards from the first prize to the sixth prize, and the first prize is a set of Barbie princess and castle models that children like."
Xia Zhiye glanced at the competition items on the leaflet, looked around for a week at the young couples with children around him, and then glanced at Song Yan who wrote "If you dare to let me participate, I will kill you all" with an indifferent face. , I have a number in my heart.
"The event was fun, but we only had one parent."
"Aren't you two brothers?"
The staff pointed at him, and then at Song Yan.
"He's just my classmate."
"It's okay, we are not doing household registration checks, as long as they are adults over the age of 16 who accompany the children."
"No, my classmate is more introverted and doesn't like to participate in this kind of activities."
The staff expressed regret and regret: "Ah, this is so, that's a pity. Is this classmate really unwilling to participate?"
The staff looked at Song Yan. Just as Song Yan was about to refuse, Little Mahjong lowered his head pitifully: "Little Mahjong really wants it."
The words of Song Yan's refusal were swallowed and replaced with another sentence: "Can I buy this princess castle directly?"
The staff shook his head: "No, you can't buy prizes."
Little Mahjong's head slumped even more, but he had a glimmer of hope: "Is it true that brother Yan can't participate?"
Xia Zhiye turned his head to look at Song Yan.
Song Yan: "..."
Xia Zhiye comforted: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't want to participate, don't force yourself, I will take more play orders later, just buy her a similar one and come back."
As soon as the words fell, little mahjong took it seriously, and shook his head quickly: "little mahjong doesn't want wild brother to spend money, little mahjong doesn't want a princess castle."
Xia Zhiye rubbed her head: "It's okay, Brother Ye is rich, can I buy you a super big one?"
"No, Little Mahjong has a doll made by grandma, it's super beautiful."
"Really don't want it?"
"... Hmm." Little Mahjong buried his head in Xia Zhiye's neck, not looking at the princess castle, and said dully, "You really don't want Little Mahjong, brother Ye, shall we go play somewhere else?"
Xia Zhiye didn't expect Little Mahjong to be so sensible at such a young age, thinking of buying her a better one later, he turned around and prepared to leave with her in his arms.
However, just as he turned around, a cold voice came from behind: "Wait a minute."
Turning around, Song Yan looked at him blankly: "If someone from No. 3 Middle School knows what happened tonight, I will never end with you."
"..."
Xia Zhiye looked at the irritable and impatient person who took the application form honestly, and replied with a smile, "Okay."
So half an hour later, after playing for a whole day, Xiaopang and Kong Xiaoxiao, who were exhausted and planned to rest, each held a cone and sat in the Mickey Mouse Wonderful Room, looking at the group of loving young parents on the high platform outside. , the two handsome male high school students wearing red and blue couple costumes and holding the same little girl were stunned.
Xiaopang's face was dull: "Is it my eyes?"
Kong Xiaoxiao's eyes were empty: "If you also asked this question, then it means no."
"So they even have a daughter?"
"It should be."
"..."
"The world is wonderful."