The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Mr. Song looked at the water with a shocked expression of guilt.

Where can those who can call the wind and rain in the mall be stupid?

Within a few seconds, he figured out that Song Qingchen had used him!

He just hit An Xia Xia just now ...

The water spray is getting smaller and smaller, and people on the shore are talking a lot.

"Drowned, huh ... Unfortunately, two children ..."

"Well, maybe there is a ghost in the water!"

"Oh! It's so big, parents should be so distressed ..."

Hearing this sentence, Mr. Song fell to the ground suddenly, his eyes brushed red.

It was he who killed An Xia Xia ... he was an accomplice!

Song Qingchen giggled beside him, his eyes gradually lost focus, as if crazy ...

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Underwater.

Anxiaxia struggled to breathe and struggled, but her body couldn't float.

The soles of the feet are empty, and there will never be a place to step on.

Going to die? She thought in despair.

It is said that drowning people will eventually be forced to breathe with their mouths open, and the water will be desperately poured in, so the bodies found at the end will have a particularly high belly ...

She thought horribly, and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands grabbed her thin wrists, she opened her eyes, a cold lips covered, and gave her oxygen ...

Lips and tongues meet, soft and lingering, and the water flowing in all directions has become the best foil.

Sheng Yize held her waist and slowly floated upwards ...

Undercurrents rushed down and rolled them down.

To die, Sheng Yize's feet were still entangled in water plants.

He frowned, his eyebrows beginning to fill with anxiety.

Anxiaxia's heart shuddered, no matter how good he was, he couldn't stand it anymore.

Can't let him die ...

She suddenly pushed away Sheng Yize, sinking to the bottom and desperately pushing away the water plants.

Sheng Yize hurriedly fished her, but An Xia Xia was caught in a vortex not far away, and in a blink of an eye, she disappeared without a trace ...

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Yucheng, People's Square.

Su Xiaomo sang the fried chicken and hummed the song, set up an easel, and drew sketches quickly with a pen.

She was fast. In just a few minutes, she drew the outline of a row of buildings on the edge of the square, and then struck slowly.

The superb painting skills attracted many passersby, and someone asked her, "How much do you charge?"

Su Xiaomo smiled and shook her head: "I'm not selling paintings ... hobby, it's pure exercise."

"Oh ... are you from the Academy of Fine Arts? They are so good!"

Su Xiaomo didn't say anything anymore, just continued to draw with his heart.

The building on the square is very distinctive. She drew several pictures, rubbed her sour wrists, and prepared to paint the last one, the Trevi Fountain in the center of the fountain.

A gentle and gentle figure came into view.

He was wearing simple shirt trousers, shirt sleeves turned halfway, wearing a baseball cap and mask, and could not see his face clearly, but his temperament was very comfortable.

Simply standing there is like blending with the background and becoming a beautiful picture.

Su Xiaomo's painting was absent-minded, and when he reacted, he realized that he had painted the figure on the book ...

The person who entered the painting was astounded ...

She was angered for no reason and rushed directly to him: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

He raised his eyes and glanced at her, his voice clear and soft: "Why do you hide from me?"

"(# ‵ ′) Damn it! It really is you!"