The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

"What's wrong?" Sheng Yize frowned, thinking she was uncomfortable.

An Xia Xia shook her head vigorously and made a laugh: "Nothing ... where do we live?"

Sheng Yize rubbed her hair: "It's close, let's go over."

The town is too small, and the two reached their destination after walking for about ten minutes.

A white cottage with a fence in front of the door, which is full of flowers and plants, and green rattan climbed to the second floor window, warm and quiet.

Anxiaxia bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the tremor in her heart.

Impossible ... it must be that she is ill and her memory is still in chaos.

Otherwise, how could she remember a small town thousands of miles away? I even have an impression of this building ...

Sheng Yize led her in. The room was cleaned in advance. It was clean and tidy. On the several tables covered with floral tablecloths, there were several white flawless gardenia flowers. The room was filled with a faint fragrance.

"There are only two of us here, and no one will bother you." Sheng Yize explained, took the luggage to the bedroom, and saw Anxiaxia look dumbfounded, helpless and distressed, "Why are you still so unconscious? Are you hungry or tired? "

An Xia Xia tried to dispel those discomforts and touched her belly: "It seems a bit hungry ..."

"I'm going to cook. You can play for a while, watch TV or go out, but don't run away!" A kiss was stamped on her face in affection, Anxiaxia stepped back timidly, making Sheng Yize felt a pain.

Anxiaxia realized it was wrong, and bit her lip carefully: "I'm sorry ..."

"It's okay, if you're not used to it, take your time." Sheng Yize's voice was mild, and his temper was not good.

He rolled up his shirt sleeves and went to the kitchen to work. An Xia Xia watched the TV for a while and then ran out to the garden.

There were several kinds of flowers in the garden that she didn't know. She went to identify them, and a warm greeting came from next door: "Hey, is it Miss Sheng?"

Uh? An Xia Xia looked up and saw a middle-aged woman with a vegetable basket in her hand, and Mandarin was a bit substandard.

She smiled cautiously: "Hello ... I'm not surnamed Sheng."

"Oh ... is that Master Sheng's friend? I still have your room cleaned!" The other side smiled heartily and took out a few greens from the basket to force them to Anxiaxia.

An Xia Xia resigned, but had to accept it, and his eyes fell on the blue-brick and black-tiled house, his heart trembling, hesitant to ask, "Does this room ... still have a dweller?"

"Ah, Grandma Song's house." The woman thought for a while, and lamented: "It's been a long time since she was pitiful. This old lady lives in the house, her granddaughter drowned and drowned. Waiting for her granddaughter with a cane at the intersection. We all told her that she couldn't come back, but she just didn't listen. Waited for years ...? A little old lady with a trembling look very distressing ... "

An Xiaxia covered her heart: "Where is she?"

"Died, I am old. I was old, and tossed because of my granddaughter. I was seriously ill ..." Song Song ', he is chubby and can be flattering ... "

Anxiaxia could not hold back anymore, and fell to the ground in the woman's exclamation.