Reciprocity ass.
Young Master Song just wanted to lie down when he was done enjoying himself. He had no reason to serve others. He lightly stepped on the base of Xia Zhiye's thigh, crushed it slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Turn on the light, go and get my schoolbag." .”
Although Xia Zhiye didn't understand why Song Yan suddenly asked him to get his schoolbag, he always felt that he should get whatever he wanted at this time.
Gently grasping Song Yan's ankle, moved his legs, helped him to lie down, and dragged the pillow to cushion his waist by the way, before getting up and turning on the light to get the schoolbag.
And when he came back with his schoolbag, he saw Song wearily lying on the bed with one leg bent and his head half propped up.
The corners of his eyes were still red, but his eyes were cold and undisciplined, like the kind of ruthless scumbag in the romantic arena who just wants to be rich and attractive.
The voice was also indifferent and lazy: "Open."
Xia Zhiye had never seen Song Yan like this before, and he didn't expect Song Yan to have such a different style after the incident. His heart moved, and he opened his schoolbag as he said.
Song Yan said lazily again: "Envelope."
There was indeed a thick envelope in the bag.
It was the 5,000 yuan envelope that Song Yan had given him earlier that he had just returned today.
Xia Zhiye faintly felt that something was not right at first, but he still insisted on Song Yan's choice of whatever he said, and took out the envelope as usual.
Then Eldest Young Master Song gave an order in a golden voice: "Open it, take out two, and put the rest back for me."
So soon there were only two pink RMB left in Xia Zhiye's hand.
Song Yan lazily stretched out his hand 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 want ninety-eight, don't be eighty-eight, only one hundred and eighty, and take home the ultimate experience. So what's the point of asking me for twenty question?"
"..."
At that moment, Xia Zhiye was unable to refute.
So Song Yan is prostitution him
Or did he spend a hundred and eight to whore him
The client himself seemed to have a good consumption experience, so he said in a rare good-natured manner, "If you don't have cash, you can also transfer me via WeChat", then turned off the switch at the head of the bed, and lazily retreated back into the bed.
Xia Zhiye was left standing alone by the bed with two hundred dollars, like a resentful husband who was abandoned by a scumbag after playing with him, even before he had time to have a good time.
I feel uncomfortable.
I hate it so much.
I want to pick it up and give it a good education.
But dare not.
He could only sit back on the bed, and while trying to lift the quilt secretly, he whispered coquettishly: "Brother Yan, I feel uncomfortable."
He hated his brother indifferently, pulled back the quilt, and kicked him down by the way: "I'm sorry you don't have hands?"
"..." Xia Zhiye thought of the soft touch of holding Song Yanxiang just now, "Brother Yan, you can't be so cruel to me."
Song Yan turned her head and glanced at him: "Didn't you say that I can do whatever I want when I'm angry? Don't tell me that talking doesn't count?"
"… No."
"This is punishment, what's your opinion?"
"… No."
"Sleep if you don't, I'm sleepy."
Song Yan tightened the quilt, closed his eyes, and fell asleep soon after feeling comfortable physically and mentally.
And Xia Zhiye could only feel that somewhere that was about to suffocate the fire, accepting this cruel punishment, and walked back to the bathroom again.
The water flowed down from the top of the head, propping up the wall with one hand, recalling Song Yan's slightly tilted neck, the red corners of the eyes and the tight waistline just now when he was released, he let out a long breath.
Song Yan must have been sent by God to torture him.
It not only tests his character, but also tests the legal and moral bottom line of a man of blood, but there is nothing he can do about it.
How come this love talk is not as good as that article about the domineering prince's next wife.
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 felt even more uncomfortable.
Xia Zhiye once again believed that Song Yan was tortured by God.
So even if it was just for his physical and mental health, Song Yan had to face up to his status as soon as possible.
So after Xia Zhiye finally came out of the bath after taking a full half an hour, he walked to Song Yan's side, looked at his harmless sleeping face, lowered his head viciously, and kissed him.
"Little bastard, you just rely on me to do nothing about you."
And Song Yan, who was kissed viciously by him, seemed dissatisfied with being disturbed from sleep, frowned, turned over, and turned his back to the outside, so that Xia Zhiye could not see his face.
Then slightly raised the corners of her lips.
Yes, it's because of you that I can't do anything about it.
Big hooligan.
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When Song Yan woke up the next morning, he felt refreshed which was rare in so many days, and he even took a bath early in the morning.
On the other hand, Xia Zhiye's lower eyelids rarely turned a light blue.
Because of his fair skin, the cyan color was particularly eye-catching, so that when Xiaopang saw the two of them entering the classroom, he couldn't help but ask, "Master Xia, are you a bit too indulgent?"
"I do."
Song Yan had to give this opportunity.
After Xia Zhiye helped Song Yan get the hot water, he lazily sat back on his seat. As soon as he sat down, he saw the two thick stacks of cards in the belly of the table between himself and Song Yan, and other miscellaneous little things. gift box.
"Is our class a tourist attraction, anyone can come in?"
Xia Zhiye didn't care about his pile, and casually took out one from Song Yan's pile, and when he opened it, he saw "Song Yan, Merry Christmas. Maybe you don't know me, but I have been paying attention to you silently for a long time." , Immediately, jealousy welled up, and he vented his anger on the innocent people around him.
But innocent people are not so innocent.
Xiaopang and Zhao Ruiwen held a pile of melon seeds, chattering and chattering: "Not all of them came in to deliver, most of them were handed over by us. For example, Brother Yan has a box of chocolates in his hand, which is worth a bag of potato chips for running errands." .”
Xia Zhiye glanced at the box of heart-shaped chocolates that Song Yan was looking at, stretched out his hand, and put it in front of Xiaopang: "Two packs of potato chips, send them back to me."
"okay!"
Not surprisingly, Xiaopang happily agreed.
Zhao Ruiwen was still a little confused: "No, I don't understand, Master Xia, why did you send Brother Yan's chocolate back to him?"
Because I am 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 brother Yan has bad teeth and can't eat sweets."
"Oh, that's it, that's just right." Zhao Ruiwen pointed to a box next to it, "Here, someone sent an electric toothbrush."
"...?"
Who is free to give someone an electric toothbrush for Christmas
Have you ever given a gift to a boy you like
Xia Zhiye found that he could no longer understand the brain circuit of girls now, so he picked up the box of electric toothbrushes angrily and threw it back to Zhao Ruiwen: "Give it back."
Zhao Ruiwen: "?"
Xia Zhiye: "You guys hate my brother and are afraid of electricity, you only like manual transmission."
Zhao Ruiwen: "??"
There are still such people
Before he finished being surprised, another pen was thrown in front of him: "This kind of pen hurts his hands, and his hands hurt."
Zhao Ruiwen: "...?"
I really couldn't hold back, and asked, "Excuse me, maybe the elder brother Yan has something to do with Princess Pea? How could he be so delicate? Or is he the princess herself?"
You are a princess on horseback.
Being put on a coquettish hat for no reason, Song Yan gave Xia Zhiye an angry look, intending to warn her.
Xia Zhiye not only did not humbly repent, but also confidently supported his head with one hand and picked up the gift with the other.
Picking up a crystal ball: "Our brother hates such childish things the most."
Then picked up a pair of cashmere gloves: "The black is too tacky, and there is no pink to match the complexion of our annoying brother."
Then he picked up a box of love bento: "We are tired of brother's lettuce allergy, is this trying to kill you for money?"
Finally, he picked up a thick love letter: "Our brother Yan is going to be the number one in the college entrance examination, how can love affect the speed of writing questions."
"To sum up, all these things have to be returned." Xia Zhiye pushed the pile of things on the table in front of Xiaopang, and then lazily leaned back in the chair, "I need a box of potato chips for running errands."
Xiaopang seemed to have expected everything, put down the melon seeds, clapped his hands, took out a super-large black plastic bag from the belly of the table, stuffed it in and asked, "What about yours, Lord Xia?"
"Send them back together, and add another box of potato chips."
"Okay!" Xiaopang is very proficient in business, and took the initiative to add additional services, "Then we need to publicize that both of you are already famous, so that they don't try to loosen the soil?"
Xia Zhiye didn't even think about it: "Well, I need it."
After the voice fell, I realized something was wrong.
And Zhao Ruiwen, who was next to him, had already swallowed a melon seed in surprise: "Wait? I know that Master Xia is engaged in online dating, but when did Brother Yan get off the list? Is it from our school? Do I know him? Is it cute? Still Do you have any single girlfriends?"
A series of innocent and sincere inquiries.
Fatty: "..."
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Song Yan: "..."
After a brief silence, Song Yan was quick to wit, and answered coldly and naturally: "It's not from our school, it's from Beijing, it's cute."
Zhao Ruiwen eats melons to confirm: "Really?"
"real."
"Then can you show me how cute a girl is to win our Brother Yan? I'm really curious." Zhao Ruiwen looked at Song Yan expectantly with eyes full of curiosity.
Song Yan: "..."
Reason told him that he could kick Zhao Ruiwen away at this moment.
But the mental state of being too guilty made him lose the rationality of a normal person. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on Shen Jiayan's circle of friends: "Look."
The world's sweetest milkberry.
Super pink profile picture.
Full screen screenshots of the game and "Brother is the best ↖(^ω^)↗".
"Wow, she is indeed a very cute girl at first glance."
Zhao Ruiwen let out a sincere sigh of envy, "Brother Yan, you are really blessed."
Song Yan took back the phone calmly: "It's easy to say."
Next to him, Xia Zhiye stretched out his fingers in front of Song Yan, tapped lightly, and asked nonchalantly, "Is he cuter or am I cuter?"
Zhao Ruiwen, who had already completely believed Song Yan's nonsense, slowly put out a question mark: "?"
What's wrong with this atmosphere
Who ate lemons in the winter
Why is there a sour smell
Song Yan looked at Xia Zhiye, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "What do you compare with him?"
Of course, Xia Zhiye wouldn't fall into the jealousy of single-celled organisms like Shen Jiayan, but just wanted to make use of it to win Song Yan's guilt and sympathy. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows and said, "He's already your girlfriend, and you have the best relationship with him." I don’t have one of my male friends, why can’t I compare? Or do you mean that I’m not as good as him?”
Knowing that Xia Zhiye did it on purpose.
Song Yan still felt that he was in the wrong.
After all, it was he who wanted to engage in an underground relationship and wronged Xia Zhiye for not even having a title, so resisting the urge to kick Xia Zhiye away, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out three words: "You are cute."
The words may be vague, but Xia Zhiye pushed his head closer, bent his eyes and said with a smile: "Who is cute? I don't seem to hear clearly. Do we want to say it again?"
Song Yan suppressed his anger: "You*&%"
Xia Zhiye slightly raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
Song Yan suppressed her anger again: "*&%love."
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly again: "Huh?"
Song Yan couldn't hold back his anger anymore: "Are you deaf from riding a horse?"
Picking up the brick-like Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary on the table, he threw it at Xia Zhiye.
The thickness of the bricks and the ferocity of the momentum scared Zhao Ruiwen to throw down the melon seeds in his hand, and hugged Song Yan: "Brother Yan, don't be impulsive, it won't happen, Master Xia is just joking, don't take it seriously. I believe he can do it." I get along well with your girlfriend, and Xiaopang and I plan to organize a camping on New Year's Day, why don't we call your girlfriend over so we can get to know each other?"
Song Yan's fingers pinching Brick froze on the spot.
Zhao Ruiwen looked at Xia Zhiye in a very reasonable manner: "Master Xia, you can also bring your online dating partner, just in time, we will help you check it out. There are many people and it's lively, that's great."
Song Yan's fingers pinching Brick were about to break.
Zhao Ruiwen still didn't know it, and was still trying his best to be a good old man: "Oh, by the way, I heard that Zhou Ziqiu also fell in love with the Internet recently, and I'm planning to go out now, why don't we invite them as well and organize a couple camping ?”
At that moment, Song Yan was thinking, if he beat Zhao Ruiwen to death with the Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary in his hand, would Xia Zhiye help him destroy the body
Summer Zhiye Club.
So Song Yan waved the brick in his hand without hesitation.
People can die, but this kind of camp cannot stay.