The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

He still has suspicions about Song Qingchen's identity, but those tender and soft memories prevent him from being cruel to Song Qingchen.

"I, I'm wrong ... Brother Aze, I'll do better in the future ... I'm not like this, I will bless you ... or I will go abroad, I'm sorry ..." Song Qingchen cried heartbrokenly, saying It sounded so sincere, Sheng Yize twisted his eyebrows, and said with a stern expression: "If you really want to leave, I'll send you."

"Okay." Song Qingchen did not play tricks anymore, but unexpectedly crisp.

This surprises Sheng Yize.

"Take a good rest and take care of yourself." After speaking briefly, Sheng Yize left.

Song Qingchen smiled amusedly, fingered her cheek.

Does it hurt? Of course it hurts.

Who doesn't hurt by slamming yourself a few times?

Sheng Yize ... Why is there no place in your heart for me?

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Back in Anxiaxia's ward, Sheng Yize was carrying a pile of food.

Hold Anxia Xia up and sit down, and put two large soft pillows on the back. He took a bowl of soup from the bag, unpacked it, scooped it up with a small spoon, and blow it to the right temperature before handing it to Anxia. Xia's mouth.

An Xiaxia took a sip, and her small face wrinkled: "It's so hard ..."

"Well, this is a medicated diet. It's good for you if you eat it." Sheng Yize explained lightly. "Drink obediently."

"I don't drink!" An Xia Xia frowned, it was too bitter!

"Be obedient." Sheng Yize's voice carried a strong force.

Anxiaxia grieved and poked her mouth: "Taking medicine and injections will be all right ... why must I drink such a bad soup?"

Sheng Yize raised an eyebrow: "So, don't you drink?"

"Hmm ..." Anxiaxia tangled for a long time, and finally nodded her head.

She really ca n’t drink, it ’s too hard!

"Then I had to feed it myself." After the expression was light, Sheng Yize took a sip of soup and pressed her to the bed in Anxiaxia's miserable eyes.

Lips and tongues are interspersed, and between the lips and teeth is filled with the medicinal fragrance and the fresh taste that is unique to him. Anxiaxia's eyes widened. How did he feed this? !!

The tip of the tongue was pried open, and the medicine soup was poured in. Anxiaxia was crying without tears, and desperately pushed him: "I drink, I drink ... I drink ..."

"That's good." Sheng Yize touched her head, and handed the bowl to her in a spare time.

An Xiaxia twisted her graceful crescent eyebrows, followed the death torture in the execution ground, and frowned.

Bitter ... it's really bitter ...

"I went to see Song Qingchen just now." Sheng Yize didn't plan to conceal it. He said the matter just now in fifteen and ten, frowning and training An Xia Xia: "Anyway, hitting someone is wrong."

Anxiaxia shook her hand and the soup spilled out.

She looked angrily at Sheng Yize: "What's wrong with beating! It's her who's wrong, what's wrong with me ?!"

The small grievances in my heart are spreading, and it's her fault?

"Xia Xia!" Sheng Yize raised his tone. "You have no reason to make trouble."

"I made trouble out of no reason? I still made trouble out of nowhere!" An Xiaxia threw the bowl on the table, covered her head with a quilt, and vowed never to speak to Sheng Yize again!

She also knew that beating was wrong, but Sheng Yize didn't know the cause and effect. It was Song Qingchen who scolded her for not having a mother ... she was really angry ...

The more she wanted to get angry, she simply got up and pushed Sheng Yize out of the door!

Sheng Yize's face turned black: "What do you mean?"