Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

"It doesn't matter, the flesh hurts, but it may leave scars."

"Ah..."

The entire police station was filled with the distressed voices of the policewomen.

The gangster who was scolded for half an hour: "?"

What's wrong?

What's wrong with the big man's scar?

They have scars all over their bodies, and no one is distressed? !

As if guessing what they were thinking, a young policewoman turned her head: "Can it be the same?"

Bangbang: "?"

What's different?

"You know all day long that you are breaking the law, fighting and fighting, but these two classmates are both excellent in character and study, kind and filial. How can you compare?"

“…” bastards, “???”

Excellent character and study? Kind and filial?

You guys take a closer look at who was beaten with a bruised face during a fight?

The little gangsters want to cry without tears.

After all, except for the inch head, the other useless feather dusters were indeed beaten quite badly by Song Yan.

But Song Yan was beautiful and clean, with a cold and noble temperament. As soon as she sat there, it made people think that this must be a good student.

The perfect example of defense.

"It is indeed the flower of the motherland. It is up to you to revitalize China." The old director of the police station was very pleased, "But why didn't you call the police before?"

Xia Zhiye sat upright and answered well: "Grandma is getting old, and I am usually at school again, for fear that these people will be waiting for revenge."

When he spoke, his eyebrows and eyes were downcast, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lining the wound on her shoulder, she looked sensible and helpless.

The old director was so distressed that he slapped the table and shouted to the group of gangsters: "You illegally lend money, collect debts violently, intentionally hurt others, are suspected of fraud, and how many sentences are sentenced are your own fault! Whoever dares to take revenge is challenging the laws of our country and must be severely punished! Did you hear me!"

The gangsters looked at Xia Zhiye dumbly: "?"

Who are you handsome?

What's wrong with being so weak all of a sudden?

The old director felt that they were blatantly threatening, and they were simply challenging the bottom line of the public servants of the people. They were angry and shouted: "Did you hear me!"

The little gangsters were shocked: "I heard!"

"It's about the same." The old director turned to Grandma Liu again and said, "Old man, don't worry, I will arrange for people to strengthen the patrol of your area, and it will never happen again in the future. similar violence."

Grandma Liu choked: "Thank you."

Little Mahjong also raised his head, dripping with tears, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Uncle Police."

"Oh, you're so good. In the future, come to the police uncle, and the police uncle will support you."

"You can also ask the police sister, the police sister will give you candy."

"Thank you beautiful sister!"

"So cute."

The police station was full of fun.

The gangsters who are about to go to jail: "…"

They don't deserve it.

·

Things worked out perfectly.

Song Yan took out her mobile phone and prepared to take a taxi.

Xia Zhiye glanced at the destination: "Are you planning to go back now and wake up the dormitory aunt, and then alert Ruan Tian and Liu Deqing to tell them the fact that you got into the police station after a fight?"

Song Yan didn't lift his head: "Climb over the wall."

Xia Zhiye: "I have a wound on my shoulder."

Song Yan: "Go back to your house."

Xia Zhiye: "The doctor said that I may have a fever and infection at any time at night. Do you have the heart to let my grandma stay up all night to watch me at such an old age?"

Xia Zhiye looked down at Song Yan, with an expression of moral kidnapping written clearly.

Song Yan raised her head and looked back, her face was written clearly and clearly.

After seeing how this man pretends to be pitiful in front of the police, he will be indifferent to all appearances.

Then Xia Zhiye tore off his neckline, revealing the ointment on his shoulders: "I was injured to save you, it hurts."

As he spoke, he blinked aggrievedly.

There were tiny raindrops just hanging on the end of his eyelashes, about to drip, until a slight blink, finally kissed the small mole on the tip of the nose, and then hit the deep depression On his collarbone, the water droplets fainted.

Song Yan: "…"

It hurts as long as it hurts, don't make a fuss.

·

Song Yan was still thinking that even if he followed Xia Zhiye home, how could that slap-sized room be enough for them.

As a result, Xia Zhiye opened the door of the yard next door.

Grandma Liu explained in a low voice, "When Ono was a child, he lived here with his parents. Later, his parents were gone, so he lived alone."

So it was.

When he wanted to come to Xia Zhiye's parents, he was not very old.

A half-old child, it is his grandmother who takes care of him rather than his grandmother, and he picks up a little mahjong that no one cares for. How did these days come to pass?

The street lights beside the courtyard wall are dim and trembling, which outlines the tall and thin back of the young man, but it does not appear too thin.

Song Yan suddenly felt that the things he had been thinking about before were quite boring, so she hooked the strap of her schoolbag and followed Xia Zhiye into the room.

Trek's Lego, the bedroom also has a very good computer.

Just looking at the decorations, you can't see the embarrassment of life at all. Instead, he looks like a reckless young master, and he doesn't know where this person got the money.

Song Yan was puzzled, but did not intend to ask.

After all, he doesn't like being offended by others, and naturally he doesn't like offending others.

I am more concerned with another question: "A bed?"

Xia Zhiye looked back: "Well, what's wrong?"

What are you talking about.

Song Yan was expressionless: "I'm not used to sleeping with people I don't know well."

Xia Zhiye was silent after hearing this, lowered his head, put his finger on the tip of his nose, and did not speak for a while.

Song Yan was impatient: "If you have a fart, let it go."

Xia Zhiye said seriously: "It's nothing, I was just thinking about who was the person who slept soundly in the dormitory bed with me all night."

Song Yan: "…"

Xia Zhiye: "And the record made at the police station today. In the recording you put, who is the person who said that my business was his business."

Song Yan: "…"

Song Yan: "…"

If you can't remember it, just dig your own brains, it's better not to remember it for the rest of your life.

He was so mad that he followed Xia Zhiye home.

Turn around and walk away, not at all sloppy.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly grabbed his wrist: "You can't help being funny at all."

Trick your mom.

Be a cat.

Song Yan tried to shake her arm away, but Xia Zhiye grabbed her wrist and moved back.

Song Yan didn't stand firm, and was almost taken to a stagger. Just as he was about to get angry, a low voice came from above his head: "Okay, don't be angry, it's my fault."

"?" Song Yan paused, raised his eyes and looked like he had seen a ghost.

Xia Zhiye lowered his eyes and said, "Aren't you angry this morning?"

Song Yan: "…"

"I've been thinking about it for a day to figure out what you're mad at, but I swear, I never thought of making fun of you, or wanting to see you laugh. It’s rare to take the initiative to say a few words to people from thousands of miles away. If you directly say that I don’t need those materials or your counseling, you will definitely ignore people again. I think I will talk about it later, but it’s nothing the meaning of."

“…”

"So I apologize to you now, don't be mad at me, okay?"

The boy's voice was low and soft, with a good-tempered coaxing.

The two were facing each other in the narrow door frame, their bodies almost touching each other, when Xia Zhiye spoke, the breath fell on Song Yan's forehead, and the palm wrapped around his wrist is the same ironing temperature.

Song Yan suddenly felt as if she was making trouble unreasonably: "Who the **** is angry. Don't talk to me like you coax a little girl.

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly: "When did I coax the little girl?"

Song Yan raised her eyelids angrily: "Didn't you have forty girlfriends?"

“??”

“…”

Aware that he seemed to be talking a little too much, Song Yan pushed him away with a cold face: "I'm not angry. I'm serious when I say unfamiliar."

"Okay, then I'm not familiar with it."

Cats are like this, arrogant, just follow the hair.

Xia Zhiye already had his own set of experience in raising the same table, smiled and perfunctory, turned around and took out a set of pajamas from the closet: "There are disposable toothbrushes and towels in the bathroom cabinet, you can see for yourself I'll go next door to change the dressing first."

Song Yan didn't take back what they were unfamiliar with, just took the pajamas with a stern face and walked into the bathroom without a word.

Before the door closed, Xia Zhiye stopped him again: "There's more."

"?" Song Yan raised her eyes.

"Thank you today for helping me protect my grandma and little mahjong."

When Xia Zhiye said these words, there was no sloppy and condescending expression on his face, he was sincere and sincere.

Song Yan looked into his eyes, and suddenly felt as if she had been punched somewhere in her heart, which felt very strange.

Furiously lowered his eyelashes: "It's a big deal."

However, the bungalows in the old city are probably in disrepair.

Song Yan turned the faucet and walked towards the yard next door.

Xia Zhiye's voice came from across the wall: "Take these two thousand first, and pay the kindergarten tuition for the little mahjong."

The old man hurriedly refused: "This is your scholarship, what's the matter with us."

"I picked up the little mahjong, and I should have helped her pay for her tuition."

"I can't say that. I wanted to raise it myself at the time, but I didn't expect me to be so useless as a grandmother, and I ended up suffering my children."

"Don't say that, little mahjong is no worse than other children."

"Alas, I can only say that it is fortunate to have you as a brother. But you are a little old, how can you fight with those people in society? And you gave us all the money , are you enough for yourself?"

"Don't worry, when have I ever been short of money."

…

The fine words were gradually drowned in the sound of the rain.

Song Yan didn't push the door open in the end, she went back to the next door, took cold water, and took a shower.

From childhood to adulthood, he was very picky about food and clothing, and it was difficult for others to serve him. In this environment, he must have turned around and left before he changed.

Now it seems a little hypocritical.

In other words, he felt that he was pretentious before.

Maybe Song Minghai was right, he just didn't know what to do, so he was not liked since he was a child.

After taking a bath and returning to the bedroom, Xia Zhiye was not there.

I don't know if I haven't come back yet, or I went out after I came back, but it just avoided the embarrassment of staring at me.

Song Yan walked to the table, opened the zipper of her schoolbag, and prepared to take out the medicine and take a tablet to sleep, but the corner of her schoolbag accidentally touched the mouse on the table.

The screen suddenly lights up.

Song Yan did not have the bad habit of looking at other people's privacy, but the dialog box on the desktop was too big and eye-catching.

Then Song Yan frowned slightly.

Shen Jiayan is a standard internet addict, and he will play games with him when he has nothing to do, so Song Yan still understands things related to games, and is not unfamiliar with this software page.

In fact, it is just a voice software that is commonly used when playing games. In addition, many people will broadcast live on it, or do some accompanying transactions.

It is basically a serious software.

It seems that the people who use it are not very serious.

Song Yan looked at the huge ID at the top of the dialog box "Pure and Beautiful Boys' High School Online Pickup and Play", and fell into a long silence.

It's nothing to play with.

But with this prefix, I always feel that something is wrong.

Thinking about Xia Zhiye's face, and thinking about the money he got from nowhere, the feeling of something wrong is even stronger.

Song Yan stood on the spot, thoughtful.

Then the dialog jumped.

[Old lady is beautiful and wild]: Why is this point?

I've been stuck for days, Ionia is not a place for people at all, take me to a master.

[Old woman is beautiful and wild]: What about people? Don't pretend to be dead, don't worry, as long as you are comfortable with me, my sister will definitely not treat you badly.

[Old woman beautiful and wild]: You are not allowed to refuse, I have booked the air ticket and hotel, this time you don’t want to come to accompany me, you must come with me, understand?

The messages jumped out one by one, Song Yan's fingers on the edge of the table became harder and harder.

Whether the other party is the account ID or the tone of speech, including the bright Cartier's latest bracelet on the avatar photo, it is a capitalized white and rich beauty.

Imagine Xia Zhiye bending his peach blossom eyes, dragging his lazy tone, smiling and speaking in a low voice to this beautiful rich woman, like a sister, Song I hate having a heart attack.

He didn't think that Xia Zhiye would really sell his body for this amount of money, at most, he would rely on his beauty and voice to accompany him to play power leveling.

But this rich woman seems to be a bad person.

At least from the last message, it should be more than just coveting Xia Zhiye's game technology.

For a boy of Xia Zhiye's age, in this difficult and difficult life, if there is a good-looking, rich, and generous, Bai Fumei who is willing to help him , even if you don’t go for money, it is easy to fall into this kind of concern, and it is difficult to guarantee that you will not go astray in this regard.

But it can be seen that Xia Zhiye is indeed short of money. It is better to play with him than to work in the dark. Anyway, it can alleviate some economic problems more easily.

Just what to do in case of being brought crooked.

All impulses are possible for teenage boys who are just in love.

Song Yan pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and finally made a decision.

Open WeChat and click on Shen Jiayan's avatar.

[YAN]: Now those male high school students usually like to take orders.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: Do you need to ask? A rich woman with a lot of money and a sweet personality.

Song Yan: "…"

Go ahead.

Download the software APP.

Register account:

Modify Avatar: HelloKitty

Search for "pure and beautiful male high school students online to play with you", click to send: [little brother, King of Glory, two hundred per game, can you pick it up]

After I finished posting, I felt that it was not sweet enough. I recalled the speaking style of the girls that Shen Jiayan usually hooked up with, and added with a paralyzed face:

[QAQ, what?]