The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Song Qingchen smiled, "Brother Aze, I'll wait for you ~"

Sheng Yize did not joke with her, but said solemnly: "Song Song, I have a girlfriend."

Song Qingchen's smile froze.

"I was sorry at that time, Song and Song. I will spare no effort to compensate you. As for jokes such as engagement, I won't mention them later." .

Sheng Qingyi's face was extremely ugly, and he couldn't figure it out. What's so good about that Anxiaxia?

On family history, talking, and appearance, how can it be worthy of Song Qingchen?

What's more, Song Qingchen was his childhood friend and his life-saving benefactor. Before the two people, they must have feelings.

He squinted his eyes, and he had a calculation in his heart.

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In the evening, Sheng Yizeben planned to go home, but Song Qingchen entangled him and told many past events.

He listened politely, looking up at the clock on the wall, his brows getting darker and deeper.

Song Qingchen is also a man of exquisite thought, knowing that he has concerns in his heart.

Want to be his girlfriend.

She smiled coldly in her heart, but pretended to be weak. When Sheng Yize was about to get up and bid farewell, she fell pale from the sofa and fell to the ground.

"Song Song?" Sheng Yize quickly supported her.

Song Qingchen held his forehead and said weakly, "Brother Aze, my head is dizzy ..."

Sheng Yize thought for a while, remembering that the data showed that in order to save him, she had fallen ill, and her health was not very good.

Thinking of this, the guilt in his heart was deeper. He hugged Song Qingchen horizontally and calmly: "I called the doctor to see."

By the time the doctor came to check, it was already tormenting into the early hours.

"Song Song, you have a rest here for a night, and I will let the driver take you back tomorrow." Sheng Yize faintly explained, but Song Qingchen pulled the placket.

"Brother Aze ..." Xu was sick, her eyes flashed with tears, "Actually ... I haven't had a good time over the years."

The room fell into endless silence, and only Song Qingchen sobbed softly.

She said, "I miss you very much ... I really miss you ... but I was too young at that time, and wrote to the previous address, but I never received a reply. I have been waiting for you to come to me, I really waited too long for too long ... "

In the silent night, there was a fine cry.

"I'm sorry." He was speechless except sorry.

"Hey, but it's okay, brother Aze, aren't we finally reunited now?" Song Qingchen broke his tears and smiled, his eyes bent into a beautiful crescent: "Brother Aze, I have no other wish, I just want you to look like As a kid, tell me a story, okay ... "

Her words pulled Sheng Yize's old memories. He had a moment of loss of mind. After a moment, he asked softly, "What do you want to hear?"

"Everything is fine, as long as Brother Aze is speaking!" Song Qingchen was like a child of innocence, but there was an indescribable light deep in his eyes.

It was already three o'clock in the morning when Sheng Yize told her the story.

He drove home, and An Xia Xia was sleeping on the bed.

I don't know why, the moment he saw An Xia Xia, he felt a complete feeling.

Turned over to bed, stretched out long arms to take An Xia Xia, but noticed the wetness on the pillow.

Did she ... cry?