Under Song Yan's torture to extract a confession, Xia Zhiye fled back to the dormitory and had no escape. He could only be pinned on the bed by his collar, and confessed with a smile how he had bribed him with three seasons of King of Glory Xia Yu plays by ear at the parent meeting.
It's just that he knew that his sister was smart since she was a child, but he didn't expect to be so smart, so she skipped the process and started proposing marriage.
"But to be honest, even if my grandpa kicked me out of the house after I came out, I still have my father's inheritance, although it is not much, only a house, a car, a seven-figure deposit and a Gallery, but if it will all be used as a dowry, can our Eldest Young Master Song reluctantly consider it?"
"Think about it." Song Yan let go of his hand, straightened up, sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, and said angrily, "It's not bad for you to use it as a dowry."
Xia Zhiye thought for a while: "It's not impossible."
Then he turned sideways, looked at Song Yan with a smile on his head, and said, "Then it's settled? I'll be called Song Xia from now on? How about going home with you directly for the Chinese New Year this year?"
"not so good."
Song Yan has already become immune to Xia Zhiye's habit of having no bottom line, and said ruthlessly, "I want to study when I go back to the winter vacation and Chinese New Year, please don't influence me."
Xia Zhiye: "?"
"This final exam, I'm only ranked second in the city."
"..."
"You're only fifth."
"..."
"That's why no one is using beauty tricks on you during the winter vacation. Please fight for your anger."
"..."
As Song Yan spoke, she cast a disgusted look from the end of her eyes, which was similar to the disgusting look that the daughter of a thousand jins used when she looked at her husband who was not up to date.
So much so that Xia Zhiye suddenly felt ashamed from the bottom of his heart.
How could he be the fifth in the city? He is really too good, too hardworking, too disappointing.
How can this level be worthy of being Song Yan's boyfriend
"But brother Yan, are you sure you don't need me to visit you during the winter vacation?"
As Xia Zhiye said, he winked at Song Yan and blew a kiss.
No matter the expression, posture or tone of voice, they are exactly the same as the kind of evil girl who seduces the monarch and does not go to the early court.
But it's a pity that Song Yan is a wise gentleman, and he answered indifferently: "I'm sure, because I want to brush the questions."
Concubine Xia, who has never been defeated in using charms, feels that her status has been challenged: "Song Yan, tell the truth."
"Ok."
"Am I just a second wife in your heart?"
"yes."
"Who is the main palace?"
"Wang Houxiong."
"..."
"A virtuous queen like him can support the monarch to stabilize the country, and a demon concubine like you can only disrupt the court, understand?"
Song Yan tilted his eyes slightly, tilted the corners of his eyes, and looked like a high-ranking scumbag, but it also made people want to bully him.
Seeing Xia Zhiye's teeth itching and heart itching.
In the past, he was fooled when he was coaxed, and his hair was blown up when he was teased, but now he can still act with him back and forth. It seems that this 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 about taking advantage of Song Yan's inattention, put his arm around his waist, turned over and pressed him on the bed, then leaned over Song Yan's body, put his hand in from the hem of the sweater, and pressed it lightly.
Song Yan immediately curled up slightly, grabbed the bed sheet beside him: "Xia Zhiye, you..."
"I won't see my boyfriend for a month soon, what should I do if I'm a little sad?" Xia Zhiye lowered his voice, sounding really reluctant.
Song Yan's heart softened, and he didn't push away immediately.
So when he came to his senses again, he felt that a certain hand was trying to untie his little tent, and hurriedly held it down, saying hoarsely, "Don't mess around, it's still daytime."
Xia Zhiye just clung to his ear, and chuckled lightly: "Don't you know that our demon concubine makes troubles and chaos regardless of day and night?"
After speaking, with a little force on his hand, Song Yan couldn't do anything except hold tightly to the bed sheet and bite his lip to prevent himself from making a sound.
It wasn't until there was a smell similar to 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 his palm being pulled by Xia Zhiye to cover somewhere No rejection.
It was very comfortable twice in a row, there must be something to reward.
However, just as he was about to poke in from the edge of the school trousers, a familiar "ding dong" sounded from the pocket of the school trousers.
Xia Zhiye paused slightly, and decided to ignore it.
Then there was another "ding dong".
Xia Zhiye still decided to ignore it.
Then there are "ding dong", "ding dong", "ding dong", "ding dong".
There is no end, no end.
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Seeing Xia Zhiye's expression of despair and numbness, Song Yan suddenly felt distressed and funny, smiled and pulled out his hand, pulled out the paper on the bedside, carefully wiped his fingers and somewhere clean, and then started from Xia Zhiye. Edano pulled out his phone from his trouser pocket.
Enter your own birthday to unlock Xia Zhiye's mobile phone password.
Then he turned the screen over and shook Xia Zhiye: "This time, it's not that I'm rude, it's because fate doesn't allow it."
Xia Zhiye looked at the wechat messages on the screen that crazily praised Song Yan's stepmother, reported on the work of proposing marriage, and said that they were coming to the dormitory downstairs to let them go down quickly, then looked at Song Yan's gloating expression, and rubbed it lightly Back molars: "Little thing without a conscience."
Song Yan expressed that he accepted this title very much, and kicked Xia Zhiye away from him in a good mood.
Then he stood up slowly, cleaned his fingers, tidied up his appearance, took out the suitcase that had been packed in advance, and picked up "Song Xiaoxi" who was on the table and was about to take it home because he was worried that no one would take care of him during the holidays. With a kiss from Xia Zhiye, she was ready to leave.
But Xia Zhiye grabbed her waist and held her down, and hugged her into her arms.
Song Yan thought that he was about to say something flirty and flirtatious, and was about to laugh at him ruthlessly, but he heard a low and serious sentence from above his head: "If you are unhappy or miss me when you go home during the Chinese New Year, just tell me. "
Song Yan recalled the hypocritical bustle and extreme depression at home during Chinese New Year in the past, lowered his eyelids, and looked at the small iron tree in his hand: "What's the use of telling you."
Xia Zhiye noticed his expression, and laughed softly: "It's useless to tell me, but our Song Xiaoxi is a sacred tree, so as long as you miss me, tell me, and then make a wish to Song Xiaoxi, within six hours I will surely Appear."
"...idiot." Song Yan knew that Xia Zhiye was coaxing him, but he couldn't help laughing, and then pushed him away in disgust, "Okay, don't be so blah, you'd better go take a cold bath first Take a bath and calm down, I'm leaving first. Don't come to me if you don't finish the questions during the winter vacation."
After finishing speaking, Song Yan threw down the tent and Xia Zhiye was still setting up the tent alone, pushing the suitcase, taking Song Xiaoxi with him, and left the dormitory without looking back.
Because he was afraid that if he looked back a few times, he might go home with Xia Zhiye for the New Year.
And Xia Zhiye looked at the back of a scumbag who went away mercilessly, and smiled with his head down.
If you can't go without completing the questions, you can go after completing the questions.
It seems that I can start preparing to cheat the air ticket money from Xia Yu.
·
The car that came to pick up Song Yan this time was not the Maybach that Song Minghai used to use in Nanwu, but Tan Qing's special car in Nanwu Branch, and the driver was Tan Qing's own assistant.
This small difference is enough to explain the problem.
Song Yan and Tan Qing sat side by side in the back seat, their eyes unconsciously fell on Tan Qing's wrist, and asked lightly, "Did he hit you?"
Tan Qing paused for a moment, then covered her wrist and said with a smile: "No, he didn't hit me, but there was some dispute. He wanted me to sign a document, and he held my hand too hard."
It's a tactful statement this time, but it's not a lie.
Song Yan asked: "Is there something wrong with his company?"
When Song Minghai and Qin Qing were married, the company encountered major problems, and then relying on the Tan family's technology patents and some capital turnover, it gradually got better.
So Qin Qing now owns 22% of the company's shares, is the largest shareholder besides Song Minghai, and is in charge of financial auditing. Her opinions are very important in many decision-making.
Relating to Song Minghai's behavior of wanting to get close to Xia's family, Song Yan guessed that something happened to Song Minghai's company in all likelihood, and he had a disagreement with Tan 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, lest he think too much: "Your father took a piece of land in Nanwu before, and wanted to build an international shopping center, focusing on the high-end market, but because of the epidemic, imported goods If it is hindered, the project cannot continue in the short term, and the funds cannot keep up, so we can only invest in real estate. But in this case, the area of the land is not large enough, so we need to expand the land, and the land next to it is now in the hands of the Xia family. We haven’t been able to negotiate, the financing can’t keep up, and the capital chain has problems. In addition, your father has expanded too fast in the past few years, and many people are staring at it, 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 with loans. If it succeeds, it is over, and if it fails, it is ready for bankruptcy and liquidation."
"There's one more."
"Acquired. Receive financial support from the parent company, but your father will no longer be the largest shareholder of the company, and may even be kicked out of the management."
Undoubtedly, a person with Song Minghai's personality would not be able to accept the second result.
But Qin Qing is different: "The current environment is difficult. Being acquired can keep the jobs of most of the bottom-level employees of the company, and it is also the safest. Many senior executives of the company think so. But your father's shares exceed 50%, and there is one vote. veto, so we can only drag it."
Song Yan didn't quite understand the specific rights and wrongs in the market, but he had always been good at mathematics, so he said flatly: "My father currently owns 20% of the 60% of the shares owned by my mother."
Qin Qing was slightly taken aback.
Song Yan continued: "According to the will, I will inherit this part of the property when I become an adult, so if I don't agree to him continuing to hold the shares on his behalf, then he will only have 40% of the shares, while we have 100% of the shares. Forty-two parts."
Song Yan was so rational as if he was just a cold and objective data calculator.
However, Tan Qing still felt warm when she heard the "we" that "we have 42 percent".
When she saw Song Yan for the first time, she thought the child was really beautiful, but everyone told her that it was difficult to be a stepmother, and that a child with Song Yan's temper was not well-raised, and Song Yan had indeed always behaved alienated and awkward. Indifferent, as if she and Song Lele were particularly unwelcome.
But she always remembers 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. I fell asleep after taking a shower.
When she woke up and realized this, and ran to the living room quickly, what she saw was Xiao Song Yan with a stern face, guarding beside the sofa with her arms outstretched as if she was facing an enemy, as if she was afraid that Song Lele would turn over It's normal to fall.
This kid who loves cleanliness didn't mind that Xiao Lele, who was asleep, spit bubbles on his clothes, but looked at Song Lele as if he was looking at some alien.
Tan Qing still remembers what Song Yan frowned and muttered in a low voice: "Your parents, mother and brother are all so pretty, why are you so ugly, remember to look better when you grow up."
Song Yan never mentioned what happened that day, but Tan Qing kept it in his heart.
It's just that she is naturally gentle and even a little cowardly, so she always can't compete with Song Minghai, and she also cares about Song Lele, so she can't treat Song Yan as well as a real mother, so that Song Yan suffered a lot during her growth. She didn't deserve to suffer, and she has always felt guilty about it.
Fortunately, Song Yan is a good boy from the bottom up. Not only does he not look crooked, but he also looks better than most people.
Tan Qing couldn't help but smiled and rubbed his head: "Why do children think so much? This is an adult's business. You are a child. You only need to go to school and play happily with your friends." , do you hear me?"
This was the first time Tan Qing used a tone similar to that of an elder educating a junior to him, Song Yan turned her head, pursed her lips, and said "um".
Tan Qing looked at Song Yan's taut hand resting on his lap, and lowered his head and chuckled.
What a kid.
But fortunately, the child will take the adult college entrance examination in one year. At that time, she can leave Song Minghai without any scruples, and everything will be fine.
And thanks to Song Minghai being so busy with the company's affairs, they actually lived a comfortable year without Song Minghai.
Tan Qing's cooking skills are average, so he brought Song Lele's grandparents over on New Year's Eve.
While cooking, the old couple heard that Song Yan was framed for pushing his classmate down the third floor, and immediately fell into deep guilt and self-blame.
In addition, as soon as Song Yan came back from the winter vacation, he raised Song Lele's math papers, which he failed no matter what, to over 80 points. The more the old couple watched Song Yan, the more they liked Song Yan.
So even the lucky money for Song Yanfeng was twice as thick as before
Song Yan, who used to just refuse coldly, thought of returning to Nanwu and going to work with Xia Zhiye to raise the child, so she politely said "Thank you Grandpa and Grandma Qin" and accepted it calmly.
Only Song Lele was left with the same pitiful New Year's money as his report card, coquettishly coquettish.
A reunion night without the head of the family is such a rare sight 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, and Song Yan is lying on the bed alone watching the extremely boring Spring Festival Gala show on TV. A little lonely.
Everything was fine and had a great time, but something was missing.
What is very important is missing.
Song Yan turned his head and saw Song Xiaoxi on the window sill with a pot of extraordinarily noble orchids worth six figures, and wanted to call Xia Zhiye.
But at this point, Xia Zhiye's family, who are not very popular, should still be having reunion dinners, and it might not be very convenient to call them by themselves.
And with a sudden phone call, Xia Zhiye might think that he missed him. It's only halfway through the winter vacation, and Xia Zhiye must have not finished the questions, so he can't see him.
So Song Yan turned his head back and continued to watch the extremely boring Spring Festival Gala.
Looking at it, Song Yan suddenly felt that if two people study the questions together and talk to each other, will the learning efficiency be higher
definitely will.
Thinking of this, Song Yan, who was only focused on studying, put down the remote control solemnly, picked up the phone, and after a while, typed the three words [what are you doing]
When I was about to send it, I felt that my words were close to writing the words "I miss you" on my face. After all, what can I do on 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, I feel that I can't do it.
What if Xia Zhiye didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala
Delete it again, move your fingertips: [Did you receive the new dress I bought for Little Mahjong? Does it look good?]
After playing, I remembered that little mahjong followed Grandma Liu back to his hometown for the New Year.
After repeating this cycle for more than a dozen times, I suddenly heard a sound of "咻", and a new message appeared on the interface.
[Big idiot]: Is our brother Yan planning to write some beautiful sonnet poems to confess his love? I've been watching you typing for twenty-seven minutes.
Song Yan: "..."
Hold!
Goubi Xia Zhiye, what are you doing staring at his chat dialog
What a fucking embarrassment!
Song Yan threw the phone away, buried her head in the quilt, covered her ears with her hands, and tried to pretend nothing happened.
However, the ringtone of the video call kept seducing him like an annoying little fairy.
He hadn't seen Xia Zhiye for more than ten days.
A full ten days.
What a concept.
This is 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
Didn't you agree that it would be more efficient to study the lectures together
Thinking of this, Song Yan suddenly became confident, sat up, trimmed his hair, picked up the phone, sat upright, pressed the connect button, and said indifferently: "What are you doing?"
Xia Zhiye's magnified face appeared on the screen, which is also very suitable for Chaogang Chaogang. Looking at Song Yan, he smiled and said, "I was afraid that you would not be able to send the message after typing until dawn, so I came to ask directly."
Song Yan didn't change his face, his heart didn't beat, and he was very indifferent: "Just now my brother was playing with my mobile phone."
"Oh, that's it." Xia Zhiye looked clear, and then smiled, "Then let me say hello to my brother-in-law?"
"..."
Who is your brother-in-law!
Say hello!
Song Yan still had a cold face: "He is going to sleep now."
"Oh, all right, then I 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 realized that he had been tricked by this dog again.
But the words "I miss you" are really a bit embarrassing to say.
So Song Yan changed the direction of the camera with a stern face, aiming at Song Xiaoxi, the sacred tree on the table: "Did you see it?"
Xia Zhiye at the other end of the video was a little confused: "What did you see?"
What did you say you saw.
Song Yan brought the phone camera closer again.
Xia Zhiye seemed to have finally seen it clearly, and asked back: "Song Xiaoxi? I feel like I have grown up a bit. It seems that Brother Yan is very good at taking care of plants."
The point is to grow up a little bit
Is this important
Song Yan gritted her teeth: "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 tentatively asked, "See you next year?"
Song Yan: "..."
"Or go to bed early and get up early?"
"Get out! Scumbag!"
Song Yan couldn't bear it anymore, hung up the video, turned around and saw the little iron tree swaying under the moonlight, Henwuji Wudi got up and walked over, blocked it with a book, and said viciously: "You Dad is a flirtatious and irresponsible scumbag."
Then lie down on the bed, pull off the quilt, cover your head, and start to sleep.
Cursing while sleeping, rubbish, and saying that as long as you miss him, 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, a man is not as reliable as a student. Tomorrow he will complete a whole book of Wusan.
Cursing and cursing, Song Yan fell asleep in a daze.
The bad thing is that Xia Zhiye didn't even appear in the dream.
Song Yan walked back and forth in the giant iron forest alone in frustration, calling Xia Zhiye while walking, but no one answered.
Song Yan walked more and more anxiously, and the more he walked, the more angry he was, so angry that he burned the iron forest with a torch, but he didn't know why there was a fire alarm trigger device in the field, and it was at the place where the fire was burning the most, and suddenly a piercing alarm bell rang directly. woke him up.
When he woke up, he found that it was already five o'clock in the morning, and the ringtone was not a fire alarm, but his cell phone.
Seeing the three big characters "big idiot" jumping on the screen, Song Yan stroked his hair, let out a long breath, and answered angrily: "Did you call me at five o'clock in the morning because you wanted to get beaten up? "
"Well, I want to be beaten. You haven't beaten me for more than ten days."
The profile picture on the phone was outside, surrounded by the sound of hula-la, which made Xia Zhiye's low smile more gentle.
Song Yan's anger dissipated half at once, and he just said coldly: "You have the ability to tell me this in person."
"Well, no problem, but I may have to trouble you to go downstairs."
"?"
"Look out the window."
Outside the window, I don’t know when the first heavy snow of this new year has fallen. The snowflakes in the north are overwhelming, showing the biting cold wind and the temperature of minus ten degrees.
And under the streetlight outside the window, a handsome man wearing an ugly red scarf was answering the phone, looking up at his window, smiling indulgently and gently.
"Look, as long as you make a wish to Song Xiaoxi, within six hours, I will definitely appear, am I not lying to you. But..."
"It's not because you miss me, it's because I miss you, Song Yan."