The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

An Xiaxia immediately raised her vigilance. She felt that Song Qingchen's arrival was uneasy and kind!

Song Qingchen came over a few steps and came to hold Sheng Yize's arm again. He was frightened by Sheng Yize's stunned eyes, and then timidly retracted his hand, looking weak and pathetic to the extreme.

An An asked in surprise: "Xia Xia, this is ..."

This girl seems to be too intimate with Sheng Yize.

An Xia Xia is tangled, is she going to introduce her father, is this her own rival?

"Uncle, this is the daughter of my family, Miss Song." Sheng Yize politely introduced, but Song Qingchen heard secretly gritting his teeth.

His answer was impeccable, and his words revealed alienation.

"So ..." Dad An nodded, rubbing his hands and preparing to snore.

Song Qingchen handed a box to Anxia Xia and said with a smile: "Xia Xia, this is my gift ~"

Nothing to be diligent, ah!

An Xiaxia groaned in her heart, but she didn't want to rip her face in front of her family and smiled and accepted. "Thank you."

Father An was only a friend of hers. Seeing that it was time for dinner again, she invited Xia Qingchen symbolically: "Miss Song, why don't you have dinner at our house before you leave?"

Most people would quit, but Song Qingchen agreed and said: "Okay."

Promised so readily, Dad An couldn't react.

"Oh, well, I'll cook for you." He smiled and went upstairs to cook.

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At the dining table, Song Qingchen sat directly on the right hand side of Sheng Yize, An Xiaxia rubbed his teeth, and sat on the left hand side of Sheng Yize with one buttock.

Everyone was eating, and she wanted to jump out and brush her sense of presence: "Yesterday, thank you, brother Aze, for taking care of me ... and for me to cut apples ... without you, I don't know what to do ..."

Anxiaxia's face turned black.

Peeling an apple ... isn't that the photo she posted yesterday.

This product is a sickness that she will die if she doesn't feel sick for a day!

Sheng Yize frowned, never thinking that Song Qingchen would become like this now.

He really doesn't like it.

Suddenly there was a sweet voice around him, An Xiaxia came together: "Sheng Yize, I want to drink soup ~"

On the table was the rice wine dumplings made by An's father, exuding a sweet smell.

Sheng Yize thought or didn't want to, he filled a bowl and brought it to An Xia Xia.

An Xia Xia glanced at Song Qingchen, evoking a sly smile.

It ’s not Xiu En's love.

"I have a sore hand, can you feed me ..." Anxia Xiameng and Sheng Yize sprinkled with Jiao, scared An An and An Yibei.

The two looked at Anxiaxia in shock.

Sheng Yize bent his lip corners, and responded with a good temper: "Okay."

He scooped a dumpling with a spoon and blown it until it was not hot before handing it to An Xia Xia.

Song Qingchen aside, brushed and squeezed the chopsticks.

An Xiaxia's cheeks bulged and gave her a provocative glance.

"Sheng Yize, I want to eat meat, I can't reach it!"

"Sheng Yize, I want to drink yogurt, you help me insert a straw!"

"Sheng Yize, is the corner of my mouth dirty? You help me wipe it ~"

An Xia Xia started the Ninth Level Disability Mode of Life and kept calling Sheng Yize.

Sheng Yizeben spoiled her and took it as usual.

Song Qingchen didn't speak any more, staring resentfully at the intimate interaction between the two, Father An kindly advised her: "Miss Song, eat more ..."

With a snap, Song Qingchen threw the chopsticks, and suddenly Dad's face didn't look good.

Kindly advise you, what do you mean by throwing chopsticks?