Song Yan didn't know why the person who had to do everything possible to change the air conditioner was standing in a formal attire in the banquet hall of a five-star hotel with a 24-hour constant temperature.
I don't know why the person who was reluctant to buy a cake in the morning is the protagonist who spent hundreds of thousands just to hold a dinner party full of strangers.
I don't even know why the promised life of a 70-year-old grandmother and a 3-year-old younger sister is not easy. A pure and beautiful male high school student who sells his body, at this moment, has suddenly transformed into a rich and powerful son. .
But he knew one thing, that is, Xia Zhiye, a money-swindling and sex-swindling big dog, would have a better death than today.
Thinking of Xia Zhi's poor clothes and the miserable sales, 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 was wearing a torn scarf at the school gate for 100 yuan, and raised the gift box in his hand expressionlessly: "Happy birthday to our young master Xia, Blessings are like the East China Sea, longevity is like the South Mountain.”
Although the tone is indifferent like AI, it perfectly reproduces Xia Zhiye's usual yin and yang aura of "our young master Song". The words "Shoubi Nanshan" also sound inexplicably eerie.
But it is more than 10,000 times more harmonious than the imagined violent and bloody scenes of the Eighteenth Ban.
So much so that Xia Zhiye was a little flattered.
Could it be that Song Yankan is not going to argue with him because of his birthday today
Thinking about it, with Song Yan's cold eyes of "you will be executed on the spot if you dare to act rashly", carefully opened the gift box: "Thank you..."
Thanks.
The second word "thank you" got stuck in his throat when he saw the gorgeous, exquisite, sharp and shiny dagger lying in the gift box.
Xia Zhiye felt that the Nanshan that Song Yan talked about might only stand in the world for seventeen years.
He even imagined how the knife would look when it was inserted straight into his throat.
Sensing Xia Zhiye's stiffness, Song Yan said coldly again: "Why, our Young Master Xia doesn't like it?"
"like."
I dare not dislike it.
Xia Zhiye carefully closed the lid, looked at Song Yan, and smiled very gently and virtuously, "As long as it is a gift from you, I like it."
Originally, Xia Lao and Song Minghai, who thought they were just a little eccentric, felt completely wrong when they heard this: "You two knew each other before?"
"Ah, yes." Xia Zhiye hurriedly smiled and pulled Song Yan into his arms, hugging his shoulders tightly, restricting his personal freedom, before introducing, "This is my deskmate and roommate. , Song Yan, is also my male...friend! Friend."
When Xia Zhiye said the word "male", the soft flesh on the side of his waist was immediately attacked by the cruel two-finger wriggling attack from the man in his arms, and the pain caused him to directly open the second channel of Ren and Du.
However, the perpetrator was still expressionless and calm, and still had the cold appearance of the flower of Gaoling.
So I could only endure the pain and keep a decent smile: "My male friends, the one with the best relationship, there is no one."
"Oh?" Elder Xia seemed surprised to hear this, and looked at Song Minghai, "Your son is also studying in No. 3 Middle School?"
How could an entrepreneur like Song Minghai, who had established a firm foothold in Beijing, send his precious son to Nanwu No. 3 Middle School
No matter how I think about it, I can't figure it out.
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, which felt a bit inappropriate.
But apart from being surprised, he felt that he was lucky. It seemed that Song Yan and the grandson of the Xia family were not usually close, so it would be easier for him to develop a relationship with Mr. Xia.
So he smiled and nodded: "Yes, the main reason is that boys should not be too coddled, otherwise they will not be able to bear the setbacks when they grow up, so I sent him here alone to practice."
"Well, you're right. Girls need to be rich, but boys need to be poor. Like our family, we can keep them free and do whatever we want, regardless of him, but if it's something we want to do, I have to find a way by myself, and the family will definitely not help or pay more money."
Mr. Xia smiled and supported the crutch in his hand, and passed on his training experience, "But this kid is up to the task, and he hasn't grown crooked when he is stocked. Come back, barely embarrassing me."
"It's rare to see such a sensible and outstanding child. He is also a good-looking person. He is tall and handsome, and has a good personality. If my family doesn't have a daughter, I would want to snatch him as my son-in-law."
Song Minghai is used to the ups and downs in the shopping mall, and he has already practiced the ability to talk to people and talk nonsense when he sees people.
A simple one-liner made Old Xia flatter you physically and mentally, and he said with a smile: "Your Xiaoyan is the one who is handsome. Look at this appearance, and he is much more handsome than the so-and-so spokespersons that our company has newly signed. In the future, if you want to be the daughter-in-law of the Song family, you will probably have to wait in a long line."
No way.
Your grandson is ranked first, and he just ranked today.
Xia Zhiye, while resisting Song Yan's bloodless attack, smiled and said: "Grandpa, you are saying that Song Yan is only good-looking, and he has good grades. The last district entrance examination He is tied for the first place with me, and he won the first place in the Youth Talent Cup Speech Contest yesterday. Isn’t that right, Uncle Song?”
As long as Xia Zhiye smiles with peach blossom eyes, he has a magical affinity for men, women and children, which makes people unconsciously lower their intelligence and put down their guard.
In addition, no one would mind others praising his own son on such an occasion, Song Minghai just smiled and said: "My kid is really quite up-to-date."
Other people around also hurriedly stepped forward to praise and echoed: "Mr. Song is too modest, how can this be regarded as upright, this is too upbeat."
"Sure enough, it's the origin of family education. You see, the children of Mr. Xia and Mr. Song's family are so outstanding."
"It means that genetic genes are indeed very powerful."
"That's right, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, children of mice can make holes."
"Yes, the tiger father has no dogs, uncle is optimistic about you."
…
The politeness is unbearable.
Song Minghai always had a humble and gentle gentleman's smile on his face.
Xia Zhiye felt that the arm of the person he was hugging was getting tighter and tighter, so he gently wrapped it around his arms, as if to comfort him, and then smiled at Song Minghai: "But Uncle Song, don't you know 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 and accepting everyone's praise, also paused slightly holding his wine glass.
It was Mr. Xia who reacted first, frowning slightly: "What's wrong with being wronged?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Xia Zhiye explained, "It's just that after a person copied Song Yan's manuscript in the Young Talents Cup last year, he turned around and accused Song Yan of copying his manuscript, and even jumped from the balcony on the third floor to frame him. Song Yan, in the end Song Yan was canceled the award, and after being punished by Uncle Song, he was transferred to Nanwu No. 3 High School. The grievances were just cleared up two days ago."
The tone is understated, it doesn't sound like a big deal, but everyone present here is a smart person, who can't figure out how many things are hidden in this sentence "After being punished, I transferred to Nanwu No. 3 Middle School".
Song Minghai's face changed slightly, and just as he was about to explain, Xia Zhiye first smiled and helped him out: "But Uncle Song must have used such severe measures because he didn't want Song Yan to go astray. I think Song Yan is definitely understandable, he doesn't need to take sleeping pills now."
A paragraph that sounds a bit confusing, but if you read it carefully, it contains a lot of information.
Now I don’t need to take sleep aids, that’s what I needed to take before.
So how severe did Song Minghai use to educate his son, so that such a teenage child needed to take medication
And if Song Yan really did something wrong, forget it, and he will still be wronged in the end.
Then why didn't Song Minghai, who was a father, investigate the truth? Why didn't you trust the child? Why do you still have to punish children severely
Coupled with the fact that Song Minghai's first wife died young, and it's no secret that his current wife is a second marriage, most of the guests present looked at Song Minghai with a bit of weird consideration.
The persona Song Minghai just set up as a loving father and filial son is in jeopardy, but the perpetrator still smiles politely and kindly, and he still can't offend the elders behind him.
So I could only continue to maintain my image of a good father, and reflected: "It was true that I didn't understand the truth at the time, because I really didn't expect a teenage high school student to be so scheming."
Xia Zhiye nodded with a clear face: "It is true that high school students in their teens may be more scheming than entrepreneurs in their forties. Uncle Song didn't expect it to be normal."
It sounds like a joke to anyone.
Song Minghai's face turned ugly for a moment.
Xia Zhiye still didn't realize it, but tilted his head, with a youthful innocent face: "Then Uncle Song must be very guilty after knowing the truth now? But it doesn't matter, I believe that as long as you apologize to Song Yan, he will definitely I won't blame you."
Song Minghai's knuckles holding the wine glass turned blue with force, but he still smiled gently on his face: "Of course, Song Yan has always been a sensible child, and I will definitely apologize in the future. This is what I should do as a father. of."
"Wow, Uncle Song is so kind, why don't you apologize now, there are so many people now, Song Yan must be embarrassed to be a child, don't you think so, Song Yan?" Xia Zhiye turned his head and winked at Song Yan Eye.
Song Yan didn't expect Song Minghai to apologize to him at all, so he apologized in public, and didn't want to make the scene too ugly, so he turned around and was about to leave, but was restrained by Xia Zhiye's shoulders tightly.
And the gentlemanly smile on Song Minghai's face became colder and colder.
He can talk to people at will in the mall, and talk to the devil, but as long as he returns home, he must be the unquestionable and unchallenged 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 rather to punish Song Yan for his rebelliousness that he always refused to bow his head and admit his mistakes.
So asking him to apologize to Song Yan in public is tantamount to humiliating him as the patriarch.
Besides, Song Yan was his son, and he gave him all the food, drink, clothing, and life, so why should he have the right to demand an apology from him
However, the eyes of everyone looking at him contained some dissatisfaction and condemnation, and Mr. Xia even frowned directly, holding the crutch in his hand and slamming it on the ground, dissatisfied: "Ming Hai, as a father, you should lead by example. "
The Xia family's family style has always been famous.
Mr. Xia is notoriously valued character.
If I leave the impression of being harsh, authoritarian, self-willed, and unwilling to pay for my mistakes in this kind of matter, it will be a great hindrance to future cooperation.
Compared with the huge interests in the business, the dignity and prestige of his patriarch seemed so insignificant.
So even though he was so angry that his blood pressure rose, he still clenched his wine glass tightly and showed Song Yan a fatherly face.
"Old Xia is right, Xiaoyan. Before, Dad didn't believe in you and failed to support you unconditionally. That's why you suffered such a big grievance and hurt so many hearts. Dad is sorry for you. Dad will change it in the future. Yes, I will trust you, respect you, protect you, and will communicate well when encountering things, and will never happen again like before, can you forgive Dad?"
The tone was humble and gentle, and there was even a hint of humbleness begging for forgiveness in the sincerity.
Even though he knew that the other party was acting, Song Yan still wanted to laugh for a while to hear Song Minghai talking to him in such a low voice in front of everyone in his lifetime.
Is Song Minghai ashamed
lost.
Will you forgive him
Won't.
Xia Zhiye also knew Song Yan's answer, so he didn't let this question linger on him for too long.
I just hugged him a little tighter, and smiled at Song Minghai: "Uncle Song is indeed 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 By the end of the day, you will know how to control me."
"Hey, you bastard, you've got a lot of guts, haven't you, and you even made it up to your grandfather." Mr. Xia picked up his crutch and hit Xia Zhiye with a false stick, "I just want to have a good conversation with your Uncle Song. How did you raise such a beautiful and well-behaved child as Song Yan! Unlike you, if you don't get angry with me for a day, you will feel unhappy."
At this age, Mr. Xia has already become a mature adult. How can he not see Xia Zhiye's little thoughts.
It's 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 implying that Song Minghai, if he retaliates against Song Yan after he returns, Xia Zhiye will come to sue him.
A fox pretends to be a tiger, and a dog fights against others.
Mr. Xia disdainfully despised his grandson in his heart, but he had heard about Song Minghai's private life style, and probably guessed that Song Yan's child was having a hard time at home, so he despised his own grandson and sold his grandson This favor.
In the end, without waiting for Song Minghai to speak, he waved his hand at Xia Zhiye in disgust: "Okay, you young people, go play with you, don't be mad at me, a bad old man."
Then he smiled and pointed in the direction of the teahouse: "Let's go, Ming Hai, can you chat with me, an old man?"
Song Minghai couldn't resist, even though he was full of anger, he could only endure it, and said with a modest smile, "Then I'd like to ask Mr. Xia for advice."
·
On the other end, Xia Zhiye took Song Yan away from the crowd in a fair manner, and went to the VIP lounge. After confirming that there was no one in there, he closed the door and said with a smirk, "How about it, was your boyfriend a man just now..."
people.
Originally, he wanted to flatteringly ask Song Yan for credit, to be grateful to a beautiful woman, and to promise him with his body, but when he closed the door, when he turned around, he was confronted with a delicate and sharp dagger.
The hilt of the dagger was tightly held by pale and thin knuckles, and the prominent blue veins on the back of the hand signaled the sharp killing intent of the person holding the knife.
And the blade that was full of killing intent aimed at his fragile throat impartially.
One step away from cutting the main artery.
At that moment, Xia Zhiye was the closest to death in this short and splendid body.
So the word "person" was swallowed alive.
I don't know if he was a man or not just now.
But the days ahead are bound to be difficult for him.
"Well, brother Yan, listen to my explanation..."
Xia Zhiye pinched the blade carefully, trying to keep it away from her beautiful and long neck.
However, as soon as he moved, Song Yan said coldly: "Do you want to die now?"
"..."
In no mood.
So Xia Zhiye lowered his hands, obediently stood where he was, and looked at the cold killer in front of him without moving.
The white suit and dark gray shirt that the killer is wearing today make his skin look very white, his waist look very thin, his legs look straight and long, and his demeanor is very cold and noble.
Very nice.
Seeing that Xia Zhiye was under the shadow of death, he couldn't help but lust and said: "Well, brother Yan, I have a little merciless request."
"Say."
"Can I kiss you again before I die?"
"..."
Kiss me!
It really is a big piece of rubbish that cheats money and sex!
Song Yan finally couldn't hold back his anger, and kicked Xia Zhiye's important parts fiercely.
Xia Zhiye didn't want Song Yan to be a widow for the rest of his life, so he turned sideways to hide.
This dodge bumped into the direction of the edge of the dagger, Song Yan retracted the dagger without thinking, afraid that it would really touch Xia Zhiye.
However, this distraction, Xia Zhiye took the opportunity to pinch his wrist and waist, turned around, and hit the wall.
His wrists were pinned, his waist was pinned, and he was afraid that he would cut Xia Zhiye if he moved around, so Song Yan could only be pressed against the wall and gritted his teeth: "Xia Zhiye, I'll give you three seconds, if you don't let me go, you're going to die today!" Don’t even think about getting out of here alive.”
"If you are really willing, what kind of knife did you take just now?"
Xia Zhiye pressed against Song Yan and asked with a lazy smile.
Song Yan looked at him now that he was sure of himself, so he gritted his teeth with hatred, and sneered: "I don't want you to die so cheaply, I'll count to three..."
"Don't be so fierce, listen to my explanation first, beat and scold after the explanation, I will never fight back, okay." Xia Zhiye coaxed in a low voice, trying to win a chance for himself with a gentle offensive.
However, Song Yan didn't buy it at all, and just said coldly: "Three."
"Don't worry..."
"two."
"I'm not denying my account..."
"one."
"Honey, I'm sorry, I was wrong."
After counting three times, Xia Zhiye immediately let go and backed away, pulled the pillow on the sofa, threw it on the ground, and knelt down straight.
Kneeling was so proficient, standard, and sudden that Song Yan, who had already picked up the dagger and was about to threaten Xia Zhiye with a fatal threat, froze instantly.
"...?"
etc.
Why is this movement so proficient
And did you tell him to kneel down
No, the most important thing is who is his wife? !
Smelly shameless!
When he realized it, Song Yan blushed, gritted his teeth and tugged: "Get up for me! Who the hell is your wife!"
Xia Zhiye jumped at the sight and hugged Song Yan: "I'm sorry, boyfriend, I was wrong. The main reason is that I have seen my father's way of my mother's way too much since I was a child, so I followed suit."
"..."
No wonder so proficient.
It turns out that this is the real origin of family education.
But Song Yan is not in the mood to care about the kind of education Xia Zhiye has received since he was a child, and just wants to break away from Xia Zhiye's embrace: "Get up for me, do you know that a man has gold under his knees!"
"I know, but money can't buy a beautiful smile."
"..."
Where did this person come up with so many fallacies? !
"release!"
"Then listen to my explanation first."
"I let you loose!"
"Let go when I'm done explaining!"
"I tell you to let go now!"
Song Yan wanted to break away from Xia Zhiye in order to look more imposing, but he was not strong enough. After struggling a few times, he felt so aggrieved that he couldn't help but get angry loudly: "Do you think you are playing tricks here? This thing can pass like this? I can forget how you fooled me around? Xia Zhiye, do you really think that I am a fool! "
Once the emotions are opened, it is difficult to restrain, and the usually cold and indifferent voice is now unbearably excited and hoarse.
"You said you want to explain, explain what? Explain why you pretend to be poor even though you are rich? Explain how you look every day when you watch a fool push things you don't need at all. Is it fun? Or explain that you have a reason for what you do?"
"Xia Zhiye, do you know that if it wasn't for changing the air conditioner for grandma, buying you a birthday cake, and ensuring that the two of us poor people won't be hungry or cold in winter, I wouldn't have come to this stupid banquet with Song Minghai at all!"
"I was locked up in the basement by him for three days and three nights before, and I didn't compromise with him. Now, for such 10,000 yuan, I'm going to follow him around. What do you think I'm trying to do?"
Anger and sadness finally broke through the long-suppressed indifference and pretended to vent violently.
Song Yan gritted her teeth, her voice was hoarse, and the corners of her eyes were a little red: "So if you don't need the things I gave you at all, can you stop pretending that you really want them? Otherwise, I will look like a self-righteous big Stupid!"
Because if I think you want it, I will try my best to give it to you.
For example, that stupid parent-child activity in the amusement park.
Like spending all of my last savings on these two stupid ugly scarves.
For example, this idiot's birthday party standing here at this moment.
But when he thought he had finally learned how to be nice to someone, pay for someone, and then he could be loved with confidence, but he was told that those things he gave were actually not needed by others.
This kind of shame loss and heartbreak even far exceeds the anger of being cheated.
Xia Zhiye had never seen Song Yan like this before, and he didn't expect Song Yan to agree to accompany Song Minghai to this banquet because of him and his grandmother.
But after thinking about it, Song Yan is such a proud person, unless he really has some weakness, how could he bow his head to Song Minghai.
I thought it would be okay to explain later, but now it seems that I have done some stupid things.
Distress and self-blame climbed up Xia Zhiye's heart densely, and he quickly lowered his head and kissed the corner of Song Yan's eyes lightly, with a gentle and urgent voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm a big idiot, it's my fault, it's my mistake, you can do whatever you want You can beat me and scold me however you want, but don't be sad, okay?"
"I'm sorry for you because I'm sick!"
Song Yan struggled hard with a hoarse voice, but did not break free.
Xia Zhiye held him tightly in his arms, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Okay, okay, I'm not sad, we are tired of Brother Big Cool, it's impossible to be sad. Then listen to my explanation first, okay?"
"Excuse me! Get out of here!"
Xia Zhiye didn't let go, but just hugged him and explained seriously: "I didn't think you were an idiot, and I didn't try 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 very much, and cherish them very much. Look, don’t I still wear the red scarf you gave me?”
Obviously it doesn't fit in with the suit, and it's not cold in the room, but still wearing this ugly scarf, Song Yan thinks that Xia Zhiye's brain is sick.
But in the end, he didn't continue to break free, just kept silent with a cold face, and continued to listen to how this big liar could argue.
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 financial support. My father started from scratch after graduation. After my mother got married, he even bought a decent wedding. I don’t have any money for the house, so I can only live in the small courtyard left by my grandma, which is the one in Zaijiu Lane.”
"When I was a child, I came here with my parents from a poor and poor life, so although my father has a good career and money, my grandpa has always been nice to me, but I have never paid much attention to food and clothing."
"Later, my parents died in a car accident, and my grandpa took me back. He has a strange temper. Whenever we make a mistake, he likes economic sanctions. On the day we bought the bicycle, we just passed Luo Wei off. Grandpa was so angry that he reported the loss of all my cards, so apart from the meal card, I really have no money."
Listening to Xia Zhiye's words, Song Yan was dubious: "Really?"
"Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask my grandpa. Do I dare to lie to you at this time because I don't want a boyfriend?" Xia Zhiye looked sincere.
Song Yan still felt something was wrong: "Your grandpa is so rich, what's going on with your grandma?"
"When I was young, my parents were busy with earning money. They ate, drank, went to school, got serious illnesses and minor pains. They were all taken care of by Grandma Liu next door. She also had no children. I was called grandma when I was young, so although I didn't kiss my grandma, I did. Grandma is almost done, and after picking up the little mahjong, they are relatively short-lived, so I often subsidize some."
It seems to be the same. What Grandma Liu and Xia Zhiye often said were "do you have any money" and "we can't use your money", which is indeed not what the real guardian and ward said.
This issue is indeed preconceived.
"Okay, you barely passed this question." Song Yan gritted his molars and continued to interrogate, "Then what's the matter with you selling blood?"
"What sells blood?"
"On the day you bought the bicycle, I saw a small leaflet selling blood in your clothes, 300 once, but when you came back at night, you had an extra 300 yuan, with pinholes on your arms, and a very bad complexion. What is it?" Song Yan questioned confidently.
Xia Zhiye was angry and funny: "I picked up the leaflets when I bought the bicycle. I borrowed 300 yuan from Shanghuai. The pinholes were left because I got wet in the rain when I carried you on my back that day. I had a fever and went to the hospital for a blood test. , so what illegal and criminal things are you pretending to be in your mind all day long?"
"..."
Song Yan never thought that the truth would be like this.
After a brief silence, he called out, "Xia Zhiye."
"Ok?"
"Were you murdering me just now?"
"??"
"You dare to kill me before I kill you?"
"...No, brother Yan, you misunderstood me, I didn't, how dare I question you, I just spoke anxiously for a while..."
"release!"
"OK."
Xia Zhiye immediately let go of Song Yan's hand when he heard the words, and obediently maintained a posture of standing at attention.
Song Yan still had 10,000 unaccounted debts in his heart, so he suppressed his anger, took the back of a knife and compared it to Xia Zhiye's neck, and asked coldly, "So when did you know that I misunderstood?"
"The day I bought the washing machine."
"Then you knew early on that I misunderstood, why didn't you explain?"
"To chase you."
"?"
Xia Zhiye met Song Yan's puzzled gaze with lowered eyes, and said in a soft voice, "I didn't know at first that you thought I was poor, and that you bought me pig liver, bracelet, shoes, and milk tea, all of which are all the same. Because I like me, I was ready to confess, but the day I confessed, I found out that you were only doing targeted poverty alleviation, and I was still sad for a long time."
Song Yan paused for a moment, as if thinking of something: "So that day you suddenly posted on Moments that you were broken in love?"
"Well. At that time, I felt that I was completely self-indulgent. I wanted to give up at first, and the money was returned to you. But when you came to me, I found that I really liked you so much that I couldn't give up, so I wanted to Keep chasing, but if I directly tell you that I am not poor at that time, you may just become angry and ignore me, and I want to wait until I catch up."
"..."
"I know it's really wrong to do this, but I really like you so much and want to chase you so much, so I was deceived by lard and became a big liar once."
So in fact, I misunderstood Xia Zhiye first, and then did something that caused Xia Zhiye to misunderstand, so I made such a big oolong, and caused Xia Zhiye to lose a relationship halfway through. Thinking about it this way, it seems that I am 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 was worthy of forgiveness in front of this love.
Song Yan couldn't help but his heart fluttered, his hands loosened slightly, and he 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, Song Yan suddenly realized that something was wrong.
After a pause in his hand, he clenched the dagger again, and looked at Xia Zhiye coldly: "Wait, you said fixed-point poverty alleviation, does that mean you were the one who used Shen Jiayan's account that day?"
"..."
"So you know I'm going to sell watches?"
"..."
"The Omega watch that was sent to your house at that time was my watch?"
"..."
"That is to say, I used the wallet you gave me to support you and still feel good about myself, while you watched the whole process without saying a word?"
"..."
"Also." After four consecutive souls, Song Yan lowered his dagger and issued a five-kill invitation, "What do you mean by giving me all the money back?"
Xia Zhiye did refund the money once on the day he broke up in love.
It's just the money that [pure and beautiful male high school student picks up and plays with him online] back to [a beautiful woman with a lot of money and a little rich woman].
It's none of his business.
unless…
"Xia Zhiye, are ghost stories interesting to tell?"