The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Song Qingchen answered without thinking or thinking, "Of course I am!"

"Since it is, then why don't you come back?" Sheng Yize's gaze was like electricity, and Song Qingchen saw a guilty conscience.

Song Qingchen pretended to be pitiful: "I naturally have a reason not to return ... brother Aze, you ..."

Sheng Yize was too lazy to care for her and pulled An Xia Xia into the house. Song Qing Chen shook her body and almost planted it from the steps.

A man and a woman not far away rushed over, and the woman pierced her head: "Ms. Song, are you okay? Let the doctor see it for you."

The doctor checked her immediately, and Sheng Yize asked for it in a leisurely manner: "You still have to run around if you are not well. Have you heard Song Qianchen's words?"

Song Qingchen murmured in his heart, knowing that it was useless to pretend to be ill, and his face was almost lost.

But when I thought what Li Fanxing said to her ... she had to look up, her eyes dim, "Brother Aze, must you be so cruel to me?"

Wanzitou said, "Mr. Sheng, Miss Song is your childhood friend. If you revisit the old place, you have to talk about the old relationship? You and your girlfriend love each other for a long time, but is this fair to Miss Song? How do you Can this be done? "

Sheng Yize sneered, and was about to ridicule with poisonous tongues. An Xiaxia rushed to speak: "Sheng Yi Ze, I want to talk with Song Qingchen alone, can I?"

"Xia Xia ..." Sheng Yize was a little confused, An Xia Xia promised, "Three minutes, give me three minutes."

Sheng Yize nodded reluctantly, glaring at the man and the woman, the two of them walked away with a wink, leaving Anxiaxia and Song Qingchen in the garden.

"What are you telling me?" Song Qingchen looped his arms and raised his chin provocatively.

An Xia Xia smiled briefly: "Your illness is so fast. You should be very afraid of death depending on how you looked last time. However, as the saying goes, good people don't live long, and evil will stay for thousands of years. It's not a problem for you to live for 8,000 years. "

Song Qingchenqi's mouth was crooked: "You said I was a scourge?"

An Xia Xia spread his hand: "You took the seat right, I didn't say it."

"You!" Song Qingchen stomped his feet and wanted to cross Anxiaxia to enter the house, but was stopped by Anxiaxia: "Your home can't live here."

Song Qingchen gave him a sideways look: "I'm here, of course I'm staying with Brother Aze!"

"But do you think he would welcome you? Believe it or not, I can make him kick you out in one word." An Xiaxia said lightly, and Song Qingchen's steps stopped suddenly.

She knew that Anxiaxia had this ability.

"Since Sunset Town is where you live, isn't your home next door? Live in your own home."

Song Qingchen hesitated, planning to have a chance to pack her up again, and walked to Grandma Song's room with her bag ...

"Wait a second, that's Aunt Luo's home. Where are you going?" Anxiaxia's tone was full of doubts.

Song Qingchen stunned, and she hasn't really lived here, where do you know which one of the left and right is the grandma of Song ...

"Well, I just went to visit Aunt Luo's house!" Said with a stiff mouth, and Song Qingchen turned around and walked towards the other room.

An Xiaxia's calm voice sounded: "Song Qingchen, stop acting, you are not Song and Song."

"Why do you say I'm not?" Song Qingchen roared with a lack of energy.

An Xia Xia stared straight at her, word by word: "Give me back my rabbit notebook!"

"What are you talking about ..." Song Qingchen's eyes flickered, his fingertips couldn't help shaking.

How did An Xiaxia know ... she had the real Song and Song notebooks back then ...?